and i desperately need happy right now

“I Don’t Get Jealous”  Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,754

Lucifer x Reader

Request from Anon: Jealous Lucifer x reader please! Maybe where reader helps another Angel groom their wings and doesn’t understand how intimate it is or why Lucifer is so jealous.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst

A/N: omg I’ve never wrote Lucifer before, I hope you like this, I was very nervous to write it lol. also i prefer mark pellegrino as lucifer better so i’m gonna use him for the gifs

Originally posted by markpellegrinoworld

Being in a relationship was hard.

Being a human in a relationship with an angel, let alone Lucifer himself, was even harder.

When you and Lucifer had met, you knew who he was, what he was. You’d been helping Sam and Dean hunt him down for god’s sake. You hated him to his gut, and wanted him back into the cage. That certainly didn’t change when you had first met.

He had taken you captive to hold you as bait for Sam and Dean, as you were their cousin and he knew that they would do anything for you. He kept you locked away in a room and only visited a few times a day when he would be giving you food. Those few times a day turned into several times a day, and the two of you started having meaningful conversations. You realized that he wasn’t as bad as everyone made him out to be- he just wanted to be loved by his dad, and he was honestly just hurt by the situation.

Lucifer eventually let you out of captivity, but you didn’t want to leave. You chose to stay there with him, much to Sam and Dean’s liking. But you couldn’t leave Lucifer. You felt like you had a connection with him, like you understood each other unlike anybody else.

Lucifer felt the same about you. When he had first taken you, he didn’t see you as anything but a piece of meat. You were beautiful, but you were nothing. Just a way to get Sam and Dean crawling into his lair so he could kill them, and then you. But once he started talking to you, he grew a liking towards you. He started to feel like he could trust you, which was something huge with him. He didn’t trust anybody. Eventually, when he realized that maybe his hiding place was too far out of reach for the boys, he decided he was going to let you go. He was genuinely sad once he realized that this woman that he had grown to like was leaving him, but that was immediately gone once you told him that you were staying.

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Her Three Handsome Boys

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Characters: Y/n, John, Dean, Sam

Pairing: John x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Fluff, absolute fluff. Suit shopping, happiness, fluffffff!!!

Word Count: 542

Summary: Y/n takes the boys suit shopping.

A/N: Ok, more fluff for this series, cos I just wanna!! Hope u like it!!

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Y/n sat in the chair, waiting for him to come out.

She could feel her heart pounding, the thought of seeing him, making her happier than she should’ve been.

Then again, of course she’d be giddy.

Who wouldn’t be right now?

“Come on! It doesn’t take this long to get dressed!”

Y/n heard the deep chuckling coming from in the dressing room.

“That why it takes you almost an hour to get ready?”

She rolled her eyes, even if he couldn’t see her.

But he did have a point.

Ever since they’d began actually going out into the town and not just staying cooped up in the cabin, John had been taking her on a lot of dates.

They’d found real friends that weren’t monsters, who were totally willing to take care of the boys.

Of course, sometimes that wouldn’t work and they’d both end up coming along on their dates.

But she didn’t care.

Y/n loved all of her boys.

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I’m done with this god damn hate spreading through the fandom about how they handled the Malec sex scene. YES THEY COULDVE HANDLED IT BETTER AND YES THEY COULDVE WRITTEN IT DIFFERENTLY BUT THEYRE NOW GETTING INTO THE HEART OF THE STORY. They can’t fit everything in 40 minutes guys please understand that. This fandom is literally stooping to the level of the book!fandom and it’s starting to not only piss me off but really start to upset me. There’s literally nothing we can do to change the first half of season 2 but guess what? THEYRE SHOOTING 2B RIGHT NOW AND THAT MEANS THEY CAN STILL CHANGE SHIT. Voice your concerns to them now and make sure they do it better and not fuck up. For the love of God please just…..STOP SPREADING HATE. I REFUSE to see something as pure as this fandom be infected and poisoned like the damn book fandom is. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. Voice your concerns but STOP THE DAMN HATE. Not only are we making fellow fans uncomfortable but we’re making the writers and directors feel like shit but have you stopped to think about how Matt and Harry are feeling about this? They work so damn hard to give Malec the representation they deserve and they work long and hard to not turn this fandom into the book!fandom. We all need to learn to respect that and voice our concerns civilly and not harshly. Let them know to change that in 2B. We can’t change 2A. Accept it. Now for the Izzy being addicted to Yin Fin thing? Just because she’s played by a Latina actress doesn’t mean it’s racist. If she was played by a white actress or a black actress or an Arabian or Asian one, the story still would’ve been the same thing. She would still be addicted to Yin Fin. This season is all about character development (THAT MEANS BOTH GOOD AND BAD) and that’s what they’ve been doing. Developing the characters. Clary and Jace are learning to love each other as siblings and move on. Clary is making split second decisions that usually fuck things up. Jace is being a douche because he’s been forced out of the institute and the field. Alec killed Clary’s mom and obviously is not handling it well considering he almost killed himself because of it. Izzy is going down a dark path BECAUSE OF ALDERTREE TRYING TO TEAR THE NY INSTITUTE APART FROM THE INSIDE. Simon grew a back bone and confessed to Clary while at the same time trying to move on and being called out for it by Maia. Magnus is obviously growing to care about the Shadowhunter group and his relationship with Alec is growing beautifully in the midst of this chaos and we’re getting bits and pieces of his back story which is amazing. He’s growing to trust the main cast which isn’t something easy for him to do so he’s opening himself up, and it’s wonderful. Luke is still mourning Jocelyn and that’s perfectly fine she was the love of his life, but he’s not gonna let Clary of anyone push him aside and walk over him like a doormat. Guys this is literally a season about changing the characters whether those changes are good or bad. That’s how character development works. That’s how it’s always worked. It can’t all be sunshine and rainbows and happiness. And Alec punching Raphael? We all know Alec is an impulsive person that’s been proven more times in both seasons especially season one. Isabelle and Magnus probably weren’t able to explain the whole situation before Alec immediately went after Raphael. I’m not saying Alec punching him was OK and I’m not trying to defend him but we all know that Alec is an impulsive person, so before you start to go bitch and complain about how he’s handling it just think for a second on how you would handle hearing your baby sister is addicted to drugs and went to a local source someone that’s in the same room with you to help with it. I would be pissed too and I would probably punch him as well. Because Raphael willingly bit Isabelle that first time in the alleyway. That second time? That wasn’t OK because Isabelle literally forced Raphael to bite her because she didn’t have access to Yin Fin and she was desperate so she went to desperate measures. It wasn’t right and she should feel bad and I hope she does because that wasn’t OK that was the drugs clouding her moral compass. I know we aren’t happy about some of the writing and editing mistakes this season but you have to remember that it’s only the first half of season two it’s already been written and it’s already been approved and aired and we can’t change it. We need to stop thinking we can, they are writing and shooting the second half of the season right now and things can still be changed so go let them know to not fuck up this time. So how about we all stop bitching and complaining about how the editing team could’ve done better or how the writers need to get their shit together and how 2A would be better if they did this thing one way and that thing the other and tell them to do better in 2B. Re-blog and spread this around the fandom please. Because even if I have to hold this whole damn fandom up by myself at the foundations so it doesn’t crumble I will gladly do it. I will not let this fandom crumble and become as toxic as the book fandom is. I will not give that satisfaction to Cassandra Claire. And if you really care about this fandom as much as I do you will re-blog and spread this around. I know this is a long post but this needed to be said. This will not be a toxic fandom I refuse to let it become such.

Happy Plotday Robert Sugden!

Plotdale - A Birthday Special

[Sandra’s hospital room with Robert, Aaron, Chas, Liv and Sandra]

AARON: It’s great to see you looking so much better Sandra.

ROBERT: Is it though?

AARON: Robert!

ROBERT: I’m just saying, the sooner she’s on the mend, the sooner we’ll have to get back to our storyline and I’ve really been enjoying this time away in denial land.

AARON: Don’t let the plot get you down. We’ve got celebrating to do!

CHAS: Did someone say plot? *glares at Robert* *gets close enough to whisper super subtly in his ear* You better not say anything to my precious boy about the plot. He’s been through enough. I don’t like you, never did if you’ll recall all those times I used to tell you to your face, but right now you’re still making him happy and I want him to stay that way. So you’ll just have to live with the guilt.

ROBERT: Don’t worry Chas, even though I’m perfecting my guilty look for audience sympathy, I still have enough of a need for self preservation to keep quiet. He makes me happy too and I’m desperate not to lose that.

LIV: *punches Robert in the arm* So I hear it’s your birthday today. How ancient are you now?

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One more (Pt.2)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you do one where y/n is dealing with alcohol/drug addiction and one night Yoongi (or bts reaction) accidentally finds out ?

Warnings: Alcohol abuse

Pt.1 // Pt.3 // Pt.4

Originally posted by berry852

Your eyes snapped open to the sound of the coffee machine maker going off. With a groan you turn on your side, already having a killer headache, but as you turn you notice Jin in the mirror. He was standing in the kitchen tending to his coffee. Now the epiphany finally hit you when you realize you were at the boys dorm instead of home but you had no idea why. As you try to sit up you feel someone’s arm across your lap and you find your boyfriend’s head leaning on the couch while the rest of his body still remained on the floor. Why was he sleeping there?

Yoongi shifts in his sleep, being the light sleeper that he was, and finally winces to look up at you.

“Y/N?” He groaned.

You reach out. placing a hand on his head to stroke his hair.

“Sorry…I didn’t know you were down there.” You explained, trying to apologize for waking him.

Out of nowhere you see his expression change as he starts to remember the events of last night. You couldn’t place the type of emotion he was giving off though. 

“How are you feeling? I should have just got in that cab with you last night.”

You feel confused by the question. Was there a certain way you were supposed to be feeling? Cab? Oh, shit. You must have been drinking again and that’s why you can’t remember much from last night. This was a side of you that you chose to never show to Yoongi. It was embarrassing and something you never wanted to have to explain. Whatever you must have done must have been awful because his expression wasn’t very good. You try to recall the events the best you could.

“I-I have a small headache and i’m thirsty but um, I don’t really remember last night to be honest with you. I just remember going to that dinner party for you guys. So, I don’t really know what cab you’re talking about.”

Yoongi sighed. “You can’t even remember that much? It was still somewhat early but I guess you were pretty far off by then.”

“Y/N, I think we need to talk.”

Here it was. The talk you had dreaded but knew it would come sooner or later. He was breaking up with you for being the cheap drunk you knew you were. 

“No! Yoongi, I don’t know what I did last night but I swear I’m going to fix it! it’s not as easy as you think-”

Yoongi sat there with pity in his eyes as he watched you beg for him to stay with you. 

“I’m not leaving you…I meant we need to talk about your problem.”

Jin’s ears perked up at the conversation but when he heard you shout he just ducked out of the room, dragging Jungkook with him to avoid becoming in the middle of it. Jin was always the one cleaning up everyone’s mess in the house and this was on fight he didn’t want to mediate. 

You got up from the couch. “Why?”

Before he could answer you spoke up again.

“This isn’t something I wanted to talk about with you. I already know it’s a problem.”

“Why not? I think I have a right to know about my girlfriend!” He scolded.

“Well it isn’t your problem! That’s why I didn’t involve you in the first place! It’s just going to get between everything and ruin it…please I just really don’t want to have this fight with you..”

Yoongi frowned, feeling as if the conversation was getting nowhere. There was no way he was willing to drop something this big and important about you and pass it off like you were okay. How was he supposed to act like everything is fine when you’ve been struggling alone this whole time?

“If you don’t want it to be my problem then don’t embarrass me by having my friends drag you off some guy and bring you here completely wasted!” 

As soon as the words slipped from his mouth he knew he fucked up, especially when your expression changed right in front of him. You grabbed your jacket off of the couch, trying to leave.

“I’m so fucking sorry that I embarrassed you, Min Yoongi.” You sarcastically spat, headed to the door.

He got up off the floor, running behind you. 

“Wait I didn’t mean that Y/N-….I just want to help you. I don’t want you going through this alone!”

“Maybe I don’t want help from someone who finds my addiction embarrassing.”

You muttered, slamming the door in his face. Taehyung stood on the stairs letting out a long,lone whistle. He was waiting for the fight to be over before he came down to get food.

“That’s rough.”

Yoongi ignored Taehyung, walking past him to go to his room. He already knew he was bad this words but he didn’t realize just how bad until this fight. As soon as he left he was already bombarding your phone with calls and texts. Not so much because he wanted you to forgive him but he was worried you’d go straight back to drinking. The thought started to consume him and he couldn’t stay pouting in his room any longer, rushing to Namjoon and Jungkook’s room.

“Where did you find her last night?” He asked as he burst through the door. 

Namjoon looks up at him, seeing the desperate look on his face. 

“Why? Isn’t she down there?”

“Just please answer me right now!” He yelled.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, never hearing Yoongi raise his voice at Namjoon. Namjoon also had a surprised look on his face but easily told him the bar he found you near last night. Yoongi rushed out of the room after putting the address into his phone, leaving the house. He quickly called a cab near their dorm and he headed straight downtown. 

He was always the over-protective type but when something like this happened it sent him into overdrive. He felt like the stupidest person on earth for letting you go for the second time. Pulling out his phone he called you once more but still got your voicemail. The bars downtown were all closed since it was so early in the morning. The whole argument made him forget what time it really was. He spent all morning rushing around town trying to make sure you weren’t at any of them or one of the restaurants near your place trying to sneak a drink. Every place he went into, there was no sign of you place after place.

His last resort was to head to your house and just apologize. Yoongi knew there was no way you’d end up opening the door for him after what he said but he was sure to at least try once. He slowly got out of the cab, walking up to your front door. As soon as his hand came out of his pocket and moved up to the door his phone went off. He yanked it out, checking the ID and as soon as he read your name he answered it.

“Y/N I’m sorry okay? Babe, please just listen to me really quick before you say anything. I really didn’t mean that your problem was embarrassing! Nothing you could do would ever embarrass me! Even those times when we’d go out and you’d kiss my cheek in public or swing our hands together when we held hands and I said that we should stop because it was embarrassing. I love that about you. Seriously. I never meant any of that! If you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine but I need to know when you’re not okay. It’s my fault I didn’t see any of this….I should have paid attention more….I should have listened more…and dammit I should have loved you more. I love you so much and even if I don’t say it enough I do, okay? Please just let me help you. I can’t live with you being miserable alone. I just want you to be better so you can be happy. Wherever you are right now, I’ll be there as fast as I can so can you just tell me where you are? We don’t have to talk about it anymore- I just need to see you.”

Yoongi held the phone, desperately waiting for a response. He got even more worried when he heard you sniffling on the other end. You sat in your living room, already being able to see his figure behind your front door. You already knew he was right there but you couldn’t get yourself to stand up. You needed to fix this problem for the both of you. You never wanted to be the one to bring him down and hearing the unevenness in his voice was enough to  make your heart sink even worse.

“……I think we should break up.” You finally let out. 

Yoongi instantly felt his own tears already streaming down his cheeks with a lump in his throat. 

“Y/N don’t-”

You hung up on him, covering your mouth so you wouldn’t cry loud enough for him to know you were home. Yoongi stood there in silence, still holding the phone up to his ear. The choice you made was grave to your relationship but you didn’t assume he was the type to get into a new relationship right away and if you were able to get clean you could be with him with no problem. That was the idea anyway.

Yoongi eventually hauled a cab once more to finally just head back to the dorm. He found Namjoon staring back at him as he walked in through the front door, expressionless.

“H-hey I think I should tell you something about Y/N. I’m gonna tell you this but you can’t tell the others about it.”

Yoongi held his hand up, not even looking interested.

“She broke up with me….” he mumbled. 

Namjoon sat there in shock. 

“She what?! You two have been dating forever!”

Yoongi shrugged. “I really fucked it up…I even begged her but she didn’t budge. I’m going back to bed…”

Namjoon watched as the older one slowly climbed the stairs up to his room looking as depressed as he’d ever seen him. He couldn’t help but feel like he was to blame. You did confess to him that you were almost clean before hiding his secret and if he would have just never went through with it the two of you would still be together. His own crime was burning a hole in his mind and if Yoongi wasn’t going to listen he’d have to go to someone else for help. Now he had his own agenda to fix things between the both of you but god knows how much worse this situation could get.

Forever the One

Summary: When Omega Dan is of age, he is told by his father that he will be sold off to find an Alpha mate. Cue, Alpha Phil. Alpha Phil is in desperate need for a mate, and although Phil is only a few years older than Dan, he holds a reasoning behind why he needs a mate so quickly. When secrets are revealed that give up why Phil needed a mate, this story may not have a happy ending. 

Chaptered Work: This is chapter 2 of 16

Warnings: Slight anxiety attack, mentions of running away, and a slight bit of forced touching (Phil touches Dan to scent him)

Word Count: 1675

Authors Note: Honestly, I’m just being generous at this point. Like, do not expect updates like this everyday. I just have the time right now, but this weekend into next week, I will not have time at all. So be blessed that I updated. Happy reading! :)


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“I was so scared of losing you, that I did”

So, this post is just an analysis of Barry’s feelings after seeing the ‘future’ and seeing Iris die and why he made the choice to propose to her to change that part of the future. And also analysis on Iris’ view and her taking off the ring.

First of all, Barry’s attitude since he saw the horrific event was ‘There’s no way this is happening’ ‘This is impossible’ and ‘I can’t let this happen’ In fact, one of the first things he said was ‘I’m not going to let her die.’

He was overly confident in the impossibility of Iris’ death because he knows, he knows deep down inside that it will destroy him. Shatter him into pieces. He knows that indeed he will never get over it, and that he doesn’t want to even consider it. But at the same time, he’s also afraid because of that. He hides his fear in his drive to by all costs, and by all means, save Iris.

1. He considers letting a villain go free.

Asking Iris a pained “Why, why not?” when she tells him he can’t stop protecting the city to save her.

2. He pushes Wally once he realizes Wally’s speed is accelerating twice as fast as his was.

3. Part of his reasoning for going to E2 was also to change events and save Iris.

4. He considers killing Grodd.

Even before this big - big mistake of proposing mostly with the hopes that it will prevent the future, rather than proposing ready to marry her (knowing it was the right time), Barry was already blind to his conscious in hopes of saving Iris.

He wasn’t thinking about anything but the idea of keeping her alive.

And in my opinion this is what really breaks Iris’ heart.

She knows that Barry loves her, and any time he asks her to marry her, he probably does want to marry her because he could marry her at any moment. But he didn’t ask because he thought ‘this is it, now’s the time’ he asked as a means to an end, a chance to keep his happiness.  

And the thing is, Iris was always more realistic about her death, but she was also afraid. Savitar mentions it, and while I would never agree with Savitar, we all know she was afraid.

She wanted to be strong for Barry. 

(As well as wanting to protect herself, as well as possibly being in denial)

She also didn’t want it to consume him, as it already has. She didn’t want it to become something that takes away his moral compass, something that makes him go insane, something that keeps him from being present, from enjoying the here and now which she desperately needed from him because she was more realistic and felt as if she could actually die, even though she trusts that everyone will try their best to save her.

And in a way, Barry’s obsession with changing the future has morphed into one not just to save Iris per say, but also to save his happiness. He said in the beginning ‘I have everything I’ve ever wanted in life right now’. And when he was in that Flashpoint, that was almost like his heaven. He had the three people he will only love the most in his entire life. Back in the real timeline, he’s experienced two of those three people be violently stripped from him.

Iris is his everything.

Her being taken from him is something that ultimately takes away his happiness. His light. His anchor.

He genuinely would do anything to prevent that from happening.

And I think Iris sees this fully when she finds out why he proposed, and it’s why she says it’s tainted because he’s obsessed with saving something he already has with him in that moment. (I also think she means if they had gotten married, it would have tainted their marriage.) He’s so frightened of losing everything, that he forgets that he has everything. She loves him. She would’ve married him, but she wouldn’t marry him just to prevent her death, she would marry him because he wanted to be married to her. And it’s not like he didn’t, but that wasn’t his first or only thought.

In a way, it was as if he was choosing his happiness over Iris. And that might not be the case completely, but it was to an extent. Nobody wants to be proposed to for a specific reasoning other than love. Other than knowing they want to marry the other person. Other than feeling the desire to be called that person’s wife or husband. And Barry had another reasoning, he just didn’t want her to die.  

Iris couldn’t take this. And neither could I. She wants him to be happy, she wants him to be her’s, but she doesn’t want him to be her’s with the constant fear that he could lose her. She doesn’t want him to be able to do anything in order to save her. She doesn’t want him to even use their love a means to save her.

I write this not to make Barry seem like a terrible person or anything, but simply to express this wasn’t something that was sudden, there was a slow build-up of Barry willing to bend his morality in order to keep Iris alive. And that part of it is to save his idea of happiness, rather than only to save Iris. What Iris wants is for him to be with her, in the present. But he’s always got his mind on the future. It’s his vice. This fear of having everything stripped away from him, it’s his greatest vice.

It’s something that makes me have some empathy for him. It’s also something that makes my heart break for Iris.

However, he can come out of this! Barry can and should learn from this. He can love and cherish Iris as his everything, and still make sure his actions are done purely out of love for her, and also based on the values they both share.

Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls. PART 2. [BTS x Reader fic]

With a mask, you could be whoever you want to be. You could be someone completely different, or you could be unabashedly yourself.

**DISCLAIMER: Since this is the second saga of MASQUERADE, there will be SPOILERS! So if you haven’t already, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you read Masquerade first before this for context and for better understanding, plus you won’t spoil the ending of that story for yourself. ;) **

Link to previous story here: MASQUERADE

Summary: Being the receptionist of Club Masquerade and working as a barista wasn’t quite enough to make your ends meet comfortably, so when a new place opens up nearby that’s looking for attractive females to perform in a neo-Burlesque club, you jumped at the chance for a new job and a chance to do something more than sitting behind a desk or counter. But just like your financial status, your love life wasn’t all too great either. When it seemed like all hope was lost, fate had other plans for you. Unexpected suitors waltzed into your life in various ways, and unbeknownst to each of them, you play the field, hoping to overcome your fears and finally find Mr. Right among them…

          But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets.    

Link to Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Club Au, Masquerade Ball Au, Burlesque Au

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Fluff & Smut

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Originally posted by chimchams

           "So that’s his name? Just… V?“ Silver giggled into the phone. "It sounds cute already.”

           "Right?“ You grinned. "Oh my gosh. I’m so nervous. Should I message him first or wait for him to message me?”

           "I would wait.“ Silver suggested. "Besides, you’re at work right now. You need to be in a place where you can really be into the messaging. Plus you don’t want to be too eager or come off desperate.”

           "Alright.“ You exhaled excitedly. "I’ll just wait until after work then I’ll message him first.”

           "You go girl! I’m so happy for you!“

           "Ahh! I hope he’s not creepy.” You bit your lip nervously.

           "Keep us updated. Even if he is a creep, you can take him.“ Silver snorted.

           "You’re right.”

           "Get back to work. Who knows what trouble the guys are getting into over there.“

           ”‘Kay ~ I’ll let you know how it goes!“ You hung up and spun your chair around. Immediately, you jumped out of your seat as you finally spotted Jimin blinking cutely and sitting on your desk patiently.

           "Holy shit, Chims!”

           He smiled and swung his legs adorably as he sang. “Who you talking about?”

           You blushed, “Um I got my perfect match on that dating app.”

           "Ahh.“ he nodded. "V?”

           "Just how long were you sitting there?“ You smacked him and he laughed.

           "You should be more aware of your surroundings.” he crossed his arms.

           "Did you finish your client early again? You really need to take it easy!“ You furrowed your brows.

           "Not this time. She actually wanted a Gentleman persona today so I grabbed one of the trainees in the break room.”

           You groaned, “You’re supposed to tell me before you switch people around!”

           "Well, I was but you were on the phone.“ he grinned.

           You glared at him then turned on the monitor. Jimin scooted beside you to take a look too, and his lips curled up smugly.

           "Well looks like things are going well.”

           You sighed and turned it off, relieved yet annoyed.

           "You forget I’m a flexible personality.“ He propped his legs up on the arms of your wheelie chair. "You’re the one who assigned me to be an aggressor.”

           "You’re also the one who said you preferred to be an aggressor because you didn’t want to be the same as Hobi.“ You tried to push his feet away so you could spin in your chair, but he didn’t budge.

           "Back to this V guy.” Jimin smirked.

           "There’s nothing to say yet, Chims. We just got matched with each other.“

           Jimin grabbed your hand and glanced at your watch. "How long has it been since you got the notification?”

           "Umm 15 minutes?“

           He smiled, "He’ll message you in two hours.”

           "Why two hours?“

           "It’s not too long of a time period that he comes off as too nonchalant but it’s not too short that he looks too eager.”

           "I don’t know…“ You were skeptical.

           "That’s just how all guys are.” Jimin shrugged.

           Suddenly, your phone vibrated and both of your eyes zoomed to the screen. Your face brightened while Jimin’s was surprised when you saw:

           V: I finally found you!

           V: Well the app did…but I found you!Yay!

           V: Oh, and Hi perfect match :)

           Your heart fluttered at the light hearted and enthusiastic messages. Jimin’s face contorted to one of judgment as he read over your shoulder.

           "What is he in middle school? What is with that smiley? And all those exclamation points?“

           You elbowed Jimin. "Shut up. It’s cute!”

           Jimin made a face behind you then rested his chin on your shoulder. “What’re you going to reply?”

           "Jimin.“ You scolded. "I know we tell each other everything, but I need your nose out of my texts.”

           He rolled his eyes as he straightened up, “Like I care. I’m just wondering what’s going to happen to your little Tae ~ that brings linner and goodies now that you’ve found your 'perfect match’.”

           You hummed, “Well neither one is anything serious so I don’t see the issue.”

           "That’s my girl.“ Jimin snickered as he patted your head. "Well, I’ll be in the break room then. Make sure I’m awake for my next client, love.”

           You nodded distractedly as you continued to stare at the messages on your screen. He was your perfect match right? So wouldn’t just being yourself be okay?

           "Ah whatever.“ You hissed, choosing to ignore all the preconceptions messaging right away might create.

           Coffeegirl: Hey! Yeah, I was getting anxious that they wouldn’t find anyone for me haha

           Immediately, a reply came, bringing a smile to your face.

           V: Hehe, I had faith I’d find you.

           And so, you two eased into a comfortable conversation. It was frightening, how easily it flowed from topic to topic. Neither of you spared any details to answer each other’s questions. You both shared the belief that honesty is the foundation of any relationship and besides, neither of you had anything to lose by telling a stranger personal things about yourself.

           V, you found, also worked a few odd jobs, but his main career was a veterinarian. He owned a cat and dog, and he had his own apartment. He had to work other jobs because he was only part time at the animal clinic and he wanted to save up to open his own one day. You admired his hard working personality and his aspirations right away.

           Time flew without you noticing.

           "Oh mannn.” Jimin whined as you locked up. “Now that you work after, we can’t walk home together anymore.”

           You rolled your eyes, “Good. So now you can actually stay at your own house for once.”

           Jimin pouted and you shook your head.

           "I have work Chims. Go sleep in your own bed or find someone else to sleep with you.“

           "Fine. Go have fun with your little ball of fluff.” He scrunched his face as he dug his hands into his pockets.

           You laughed, “You know I will. And you better use protection, Mister.”

           "Don’t I always?“ Jimin grinned.

           "Like I would know.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll catch you later.”

           "See ya.“ Jimin waved as he watched you scurry to the Burlesque Bar, wanting to escape from the cold as fast as possible.

           "Y/N!” Tae spread his arms out and hugged you warmly.

           You were a bit surprised from the open affection, but you welcomed it.

           "We just saw each other earlier, Tae.“ You giggled.

           Tae grinned, "Yeah, but it’s been a few hours.”

           You blushed.

           "Girls, let’s get changed and we’re going to start learning the first few pieces. Let’s go, go, go!“ the manager instructed.

           Tae smiled happily, "Have fun! I’ll be watching ~”

           You nodded as you hurried backstage to get into your first full costume; the scent of Taehyung lingered on your skin.

           The next few days seemed to pass like a dream. Your mood was visibly brighter and you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, a burden that you didn’t even know was there. You constantly felt butterflies as you waited for V’s replies and you never had to wait long. You talked about random things and deep philosophies, and there was never a boring topic. Sometimes he was a little out there, but that was quite endearing to you too.

           V: You know, sometimes I wonder if people live on the stars and then look at Earth as one of their moons.

           Coffeegirl: V, it’s 4 in the morning.

           V: Sorry, did I wake you?

           Coffeegirl: No, I have to be up cause I didn’t shower last night. Sorry if that’s tmi.

           V: Haha not at all. Sometimes, if I don’t leave my house I don’t shower because I don’t feel dirty.

           You chuckled as you rolled out of bed. It made waking up so much easier when you had something to look forward to.

           V: Since you’re up, GOOD MORNING! :D

           Coffeegirl: Good morning V ~

           V: Are you opposed to corny pick up lines?

           Coffeegirl: I’m opposed to their main purpose of picking up girls with just a line, but I love them if you’re trying to get me to laugh.

           V: Perfect haha I haven’t heard your laugh, but I already know it’s going to be pretty.

           Coffeegirl: Was that the pick up line?

           V: Haha no! Why? Did it work? Did that make you laugh?

           Coffeegirl: It made me smile?

           V: Close enough :)

           V: Okay here’s the pick-up line: Are you coffee? (Say 'why?’)

           Coffeegirl: lol why?

           V: Because you make my heart race and keep me energized ~

           You covered your mouth giddily. It felt stupid to have something so small give you butterflies, but it still made you laugh nonetheless.

           V: Did you laugh? :D

           Coffeegirl: haha I really tried not to, but I did.

           V: Yay ^_^ my mission of the day is complete!

           Coffeegirl: Your mission?

           V: I wanna make you laugh at least once every day!

           Your heart flipped over at his sweet comment.

           Coffeegirl: Why?

           V: Because I think girls are prettiest when they’re laughing or smiling loudly. And it makes ME happy if I’m the one that made them.

           Coffeegirl: You know, sometimes I wonder if stars are just exploding planets, but it happens so slowly that it looks like they’re constantly shining.

           V: Wow, that’s a good point. Beats my star critters theory. Hmmm, I’ll get back to you with a better thought.  

           You couldn’t stop smiling the entire day. Things were just so easy with him.

           When you weren’t chatting with V, you were spending time with Taehyung during work. Even on stage, your eyes naturally gravitated to him working behind the bar. And without fail, he was smiling and watching your performance attentively. It’s not like you were new to having male attention, but it was the first time you couldn’t exactly read their intentions. What did Taehyung think of you exactly? Did he like you? Did he just want to be friends? And what did you want from him?

           During breaks, you made your way to his counter, where he always had food prepared for you, along with a few jokes and compliments. Taehyung was on all the girls’ radar as they continuously complimented his physique and his handsomeness in the changing quarters. It made you giggle internally, knowing that you were the closest to him out of everyone, although you weren’t exactly sure how or why that happened.

           But his subtle skinship didn’t go unnoticed because it always made your heart race without fail. Sometimes, he would help out with putting the microphones on the girls and his fingertips would brush against your bare skin as he adjusted it on you. When you asked for refills, his hand would find its way to cover yours as he grabbed the glass from your grasp. It was driving you insane because you were quite attracted to him– his bright personality and his gentle touches.

           You were usually the last girl to change out of costume, because you ended up practicing a little bit longer to make sure everything was perfect. So most of the time, you were alone in the dressing room as you packed up for the night.

           There was a timid knock on the door.

           "Come in?“ you called out curiously.

           Tae stepped in with his hands over his eyes. "I promise I’m not here to peep!”

           You chuckled as you stood up. “I’m dressed, don’t worry.”

           "Good.“ he grinned as he removed his hand from his eyes.

           "What’re you still doing here?”

           "Well I noticed you hadn’t left yet.“ he walked over and grabbed your scarf while you threw on your coat.

           "And?” You fluttered your eyes as he stepped forward, wrapping your scarf around your neck. Your heart was beating quickly as he reached around you, his face close to yours as he made sure your neck was covered and warm.

           "Just wanted to make sure you weren’t passed out or anything.“ he smiled as he stepped back. "You always work so hard.”

           Your body relaxed. What were you expecting him to do or say anyway? You glanced at his lips then at his face, staring at you curiously.

           "Do I have something on my face?“ he giggled.

           You shook your head. "Let’s go?”

           Taehyung grabbed your bag, which now held your barista clothes, your Club Masquerade clothes, and normal casual wear to enter and leave the Burlesque lounge. Gratefully, you smiled as you led the way out of the lounge and into the freezing tundra of winter.

           "Oh no! You don’t have a hat or anything and you’re still sweating!“ Tae’s eyes widened.

           "What?” You blinked.

           "You’re going to get sick. Here.“ He took off his beanie and pulled it over your head, fixing your hair to make sure it was tucked in and neat.

           "But what about you…” you trailed off.

           It really was warmer with the beanie covering your head and ears, but you worried about him. He waved his hand nonchalantly.

           "I don’t live too far so if I run, I’ll be okay.“ he giggled. "You still have a bit of a travel you said right?”

           You smiled and nodded.

           "You can always give it back to me tomorrow anyway! Get home safe okay?“ he waved.

           "Thanks, Tae!”

           You called out to his figure scurrying away into the direction of the wind. Once he disappeared, you shivered and buried your head into your scarf so that only your eyes were exposed to the frigid weather, smiling underneath it all.

           "So Saturday, you’re still good to come with me right?“ Jimin sat in front of your desk as you slipped into your leather stiletto boots.

           "Yeah. That office Christmas party you and Hoseok planned together?” You questioned. “I’m proud of both of you by the way. He was such a grouch at work, and you would always plan parties for an ulterior motive, but that all went away this year. I could cry.”

           Jimin clutched his chest, “How do you know me so well?”

           You laughed as you stood up, pulling down your skirt. Jimin whistled as you walked around in your heels, breaking them in.

           "I thought you were having a hard time making ends meet?“ he teased.

           "Silver gave these to me.” You rolled your eyes. “She said her best friend gave it to her, but she won’t be using them.”

           "Poor Hobi.“ Jimin frowned as he crossed his legs and eyed you strutting around. "But bless Silver for giving them to you.”

           You laughed, “She figured since I worked here and Burlesque, I’ll make better use of them, which is accurate.”

           "You’re going to wear those here?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow as you took a seat and crossed your legs seductively.

           "Problem?” You smirked.

           He swiftly made his way to you and leaned down, hovering over your face as he placed his hands on the arms of your chair for leverage.

           "And if I attack you because of how good you look in those?“

           "The stilettos go into your leg before your lips touch mine.” You retorted confidently, and he chuckled, straightening up.

           "Be honest. You’re wearing those just in case Taehyung swings by again.“ Jimin smirked.

           You unbuttoned your shirt a little more so that your cleavage was more obvious.

           "Don’t do that. You look like a slut.” Jimin reached over and buttoned it again.

           You glared at him as you fumbled to unbutton it again. “You’re the only one that says that Chims.”

           "Cause I’m the only guy who will say it out loud! Everyone’s thinking it.“ Jimin fought to stop you.

           "They do not!” You yelled as you tried to pull his hands off.

           "They do!“

           "Umm…” a familiar voice echoed in the halls and you both froze.

           Jimin stepped back, keeping his hands up in the air.

           "Tae!“ You breathed, your face turning red immediately at being caught in a weird position.

           "Just in time!” Jimin grinned, already working to smooth things out.

           "Huh?“ Tae blinked.

           "Okay, so Y/N wants to unbutton one more button. What is your opinion on the matter?” Jimin threw his arm around Tae’s shoulder. “I for one say no because it makes her look easy.”

           Tae glanced over at you and you blushed, pulling down your skirt so it wasn’t too revealing. He studied your outfit intently then smiled.

           "Leave it as it is. One more button should be reserved for someone special.“ he winked brightly, leaving both you and Jimin stunned.

           You giggled shyly as you fixed your hair while Jimin was scowling beside Taehyung. This guy was completely unpredictable to him.

           "What’re you here for?” You smiled.

           "Oh right.“ Tae gently placed a box beside your desk. "As a friendly, neighborly gesture, we’re giving you guys some wine and other costumes that we haven’t used in a long time but they’re in almost brand new condition! We only have girl dancers and it felt a shame to throw away all these guy costumes, so maybe you guys will be able to put it to good use.”

           Jimin opened the box excitedly and laughed as he held up silk vests and bow ties, “Oh wow.”

           His eyes glimmered mischievously. Ideas were already brewing in his mind. You and Tae glanced at each other and giggled. Jimin looked like a child opening up his Christmas presents.

           "Take it to the break room and divide it up with the other guys.“ You instructed, knocking on the table to snap Jimin out of his maniacal thoughts.

           "Yes ma'am.” He slapped Tae’s back affably. “Thanks bro.”

           Tae chuckled, “Anytime.”

           Before Jimin stepped behind the veil, he glanced over at you and Taehyung chatting happily. He pursed his lips and headed to the break room.

           Saturday rolled around and you had slipped on a silk red dress, which hugged all your curves well and accentuated your fit figure. It had a subtle v-cut at the front but dipped seductively low at the back. Jimin had asked you to dress classily seductive and well, that was your forte. You styled your hair up so that the back design of your dress was more obvious and embellished the look with simple silver, dangling earrings. You threw on your black trench coat and grabbed your packed bag, since you were going to be sleeping over at the hotel the party was being hosted in.

           Y/N: You better be wearing what I told you to wear. I will legitly leave you if you didn’t.

           Jimin chuckled as he read the message when he pulled up to your house. He hopped out and scurried to your doorstep, knocking a playful rhythm onto your door. You opened it, already anticipating his arrival and smiled, seeing that he was in fact, wearing the black on black attired that you liked on him and had shamelessly requested.

           "Perfect. Come here.“ You ushered him in and pulled something out of your purse.

           He furrowed his brows and you wiggled the silk red skinny tie in front of him.

           "I know you hate ties, but still.”

           "I don’t hate ties.“ he chuckled.

           "Okay, it just reminds you of your fantasies so you don’t wear them often, but make an exception today.” You handed it to him.

           He shook his head. “Put it on me.”

           "What? You can put on your own goddamn tie.“

           "If you’re forcing me to wear it, you have to put it on me.” he stated firmly.

           You exhaled and popped his collar, carefully pulling the tie over his head without ruining his styled hair. Expertly, you tucked it underneath his collar and pulled the knot up. The entire time, he was watching your concentrated expression intently. You caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow.

           "What?“ You blinked. "Is the make-up too much?”

           He shook his head and chuckled. “Just wondering how many guys you did this for to get so good at tying ties.”

           You laughed, “My mother died early on, remember? So I had to help my disheveled father out.”

           Jimin glanced at your sad smile as you patted down his tie.

           "Not too tight?“

           "Will you tighten it if I’m bad?” he smirked.

           "And there he is.“ You patted his cheek playfully. "Please go home Red Mask. I came to escort Jimin today.”

           He chuckled at your teasing. “Let’s go? I brought the expensive car today, just for you.”

           You grinned knowingly and nudged him, “The car that you never let anyone into?”

           "Well Hoseok has ridden in it cause he was there when we did the test drive.“

           "Eh.” You waved your hand nonchalantly. “That’s Hoseok. He doesn’t count.”

           You grabbed your things enthusiastically. “Let’s go! Woo!”

           He laughed as you scurried out before him. You had been begging him to drive you around ever since he had purchased it. He locked your door and followed you to his car, which you were marveling at with your mouth wide open and your eyes sparkling. He walked slowly to let you take pictures of it in awe, quite amused at your reaction.  

           You both arrived at the hotel and stepped out of the car, letting the valet take over from there. Jimin handed you the ticket for safe keeping and the present he was supposed to put up for the company Secret Santa raffle.

           "I swear Jimin. I hope this isn’t a sex toy.“ You chuckled as you shook the box skeptically.

           "What? Everyone secretly wants one for Christmas.” Jimin winked as he grabbed both of your bags from his trunk.

           "Well I hope Silver and Hobi get it.“

           "Oh no.” Jimin shook his head. “Hobi already has the one I gave him last Christmas.”

           "You suck at giving presents.“ You rolled your eyes.

           "Hey that large box of condoms was incredibly useful to you wasn’t it?” he giggled as you both made your way inside. “It’s a practical present. I put a lot of thought into it.”

           "Glow in the dark condoms are NOT fun for your information.“

           "No?” he chuckled. “I thought it was amusing.”

           You glared at him as he made his way to the front desk with an innocent smile plastered onto his face. You wondered how on Earth no one had figured out his true nature in the office. According to Silver though, he was completely different. You had seen his gentle side plenty of times before, but never for a prolonged period of time. It was usually in a public setting but he’d always shoot you a sneaky smirk or two when his conversation partner wasn’t looking.

           He handed the concierge your bags to place inside your room and grabbed the key card from them before returning to your side.

           "Here. I lose things.“ he handed you the key too and you shook your head, stuffing it into your purse along with the valet ticket. He pressed a gentle hand on your back and gestured in a certain direction. "Let’s go.”

           You followed his lead into a large decorated banquet hall. You had to squint with how bright it was when you stepped inside; blinded by the expensive things you would never be able to afford.  

           "Wow. It’s like a treasure chest in here.“ You giggled as you two found your assigned table.

           "People at the company are quite loaded.”

           You shook your head as you slipped your coat off, finally revealing your dress. Jimin’s jaw slackened as he took in your figure. You glanced over at him, feeling his gaze, and you smirked.

           "Does this suit your taste, Mr. Park?“

           Jimin bit his lip and stepped in front of you.

           "Makes me want to skip the party and get to that penthouse.”

           You laughed as you leaned forward, knowing his eyes were watching your every move. Smiling playfully, you reached around him so that your body brushed against his. His hands found its way to your waist to keep you from toppling over, but he stared at you expectantly as you didn’t break the eye contact as you moved closer to his face. He immediately chuckled as you lifted up the present that you had been reaching for.

           "Did I just make THE Park Jimin anticipate something?“ You batted your eyelashes. "I’m honored.”

           "You’re sneaky.“ he grinned as he released your hips so you could step back.

           "You seem to be losing your touch if something like that flustered you.” You smirked as you fixed up your dress.

           But before he could reply, you both heard a loud, congregated,  

           "MR. PARK!“

           A crowd of females hurried to greet him with bright, expectant eyes. You had to cover your face with the present you were holding to hide your amused smile.

           "Hey.” Jimin smiled warmly. “Great job on the decorations! It looks so festive.”

           "Really?“ They clearly hung onto his every word.

           Jimin nodded, "Thanks for taking up the hard work of decorating.”

           "No! Thank you, Mr. Park! We never dreamed we’d be having such an event until you came along.“ they cooed.

           "Yeah, Mr. Jung also turned around ever since you arrived!”

           Jimin laughed and scratched the back of his head, “I don’t think that was any of my doing.”

           "You also clean up very well, Mr. Park.“ Another complimented him, daring to get closer.

           You tried to slowly walk backwards, praying to go unnoticed from his crowd of fans and just go find Silver and Hoseok, but Jimin grabbed your wrist, causing you to stumble forward into his chest. They all gasped a little as he took the present you were hiding behind and revealed your face. They were finally aware of your presence.

           "Oh you must be Mr. Park’s girlfriend!” one of the co-workers clapped, as if a light bulb went off in her mind.

           "Oh n–“ You started but Jimin slipped his arm around your waist and grinned.

           "Yeah, we met in college and well, we’ve been together ever since.”

           "Aww how sweet!“ One of the females squealed and caressed your arm. "You’re gorgeous!”

           "Thanks…“ You blushed, a bit skeptic about the compliment, and glanced at Jimin, who was beaming at you proudly.

           The co-workers then excused themselves, and Jimin led you closer to the open bar.

           "I didn’t know I had been your girlfriend for that long.” You gasped playfully.

           "No?“ Jimin smirked as he watched the dance floor filling up slowly.

           You glared at him, "Alright, spill. Who did you sleep with here that you have to pretend to be taken?”

           Jimin laughed, “No one.”

           You squinted your eyes skeptically, and he caught your look.

           "I swear!“ he insisted. "Have I ever lied to you about who I sleep with?”

           You relaxed your gaze. “True. You’d have gloated right away.”

           "Exactly.“ Jimin turned and called out. "Two shots of vodka please.”

           He handed you one, which you accepted gratefully.

           "I separate work and play, Y/N.“

           "Except when you play for work.” You grinned as you raised your shot glass.

           "You know it.“ He pointed at you. "Which is why I had to become unavailable to them.”

           "Oh boy.“ You exhaled. "I’m going to need more shots.”

           You threw the shot back easily and bellowed.

           "One more over here!“

            Jimin laughed. "Pressured?”

           "If I have to pretend to be your girlfriend for the night, I’m going to need a little buzz.“      You finished your second shot as soon as it came.

           "I’m honored you need to be intoxicated to date me.” he chuckled.

           "Come on, Casanova.“ You smacked his butt. "Let’s show these ladies you’re happily taken. I can feel their judgment from here.”

           Jimin smiled, his eyes turning into those crescents you knew too well. He grabbed your hand as you led him to the dance floor. Hoseok and Silver slipped through the crowd to dance near you guys.

           "Psst. What’re you guys doing?“ Hoseok hissed.

           "Jimin, the playboy, apparently needs a pretend girlfriend so he won’t get tempted to sleep with his co-workers.” You whispered.

           Hoseok rolled his eyes while Silver shook her head disapprovingly.

           "He’s lucky I’m awesome.“

           "They’re already trying to judge when you two are going to break up.” Silver admitted. “I heard them gossiping. He could tell you weren’t super into him and he apparently deserves better. Sorry.”

           All four of you laughed.  

           "Eh, it’s okay. He’ll live with the temptation after I dump him.“ You teased.

           Jimin hummed and pulled you closer to his body. "Who said I was going to let you go?”

           You raised an eyebrow curiously. “How’re we supposed to pretend to be who we’re not?”

           Jimin grinned, “Who says we’re not convincingly attracted to each other?”

           "I do. I say we’re not.“ You retorted.

           "Well then, show me how you burlesque.” Jimin whispered into your ear.

           You chuckled and whispered in return, “Can you keep up?”

           Jimin felt shivers run up his spine as your leg climbed up his languidly while your arms wrapped around his neck. Grinning widely, he slid his hand up to the middle of your back to keep you from falling.

           "Who do you think I am?“ he chuckled.

           You fluttered your eyes at him. "Mr. Park…”

           Jimin’s eyes bore into yours expectantly.

           You leaned forward so that your lips were almost touching, “You can’t show your Red side here.”

           Your breath ghosted over his lips and he leaned forward to kiss you playfully, but you were a step ahead and distanced yourself with a smirk.

           "Play nice kids.“ Hoseok sighed then turned to Silver. "Let’s grab a drink.”

           "Sure.“ Silver smiled and they disappeared into the crowd.  

           "Mr. Park, you’re going to have to play nice.” You giggled as you danced lightly to the upbeat music. “Besides, this is our jam!”

           You bobbed your head and swayed your hips gently as you swung your hands side-to-side. Jimin cracked up at your silly dancing, but it really was one of the songs you both always went wild to.

           "Ah whatever.“

           He exhaled and he hopped around excitedly to the beat as you cheered him on. In no time, he and Hoseok were at the center of the dance floor, showing off their moves. You learned that they had notoriously had a short dance off during one of their company camping trips. You in turn told the DJ to turn on a song that you knew would heat the competition up more. Silver cheered on Hoseok excitedly while most of the other females were fanning themselves at the way Jimin was moving. Both of their bodies were fluid and their techniques skilled. You watched them proudly as you clapped and danced along.

           But you couldn’t lose to the guys so you dragged Silver to the bar and you both hopped on top of it, drawing the male co-workers to your side enthusiastically.

           "Sex is better when they’re jealous.” You whispered to Silver and winked at her.

           She smirked knowingly and you both began dancing sexily on top of the counter. The male hotel workers and the office workers were hooting and hollering at you two. You chugged down two more shots while you were up there so you felt your body slowly loosening up and getting lost in the music.

           In no time, Silver was dragged down by Hoseok and they disappeared from the party soon after. Jimin laughed at you yelling at the crowd to cheer and bounce to the song excitedly. He could visibly see the looks of judgment the female co-workers were giving you, not that you ever cared about what other people thought in the first place. That’s one of the things he admired about you.

           When you bent down to grab another filled shot glass, he slipped in and stole it from you, throwing it back.

           "Alright, come on, babe.“ he urged you down.

           You giggled and grabbed a hold of his hand as you jumped down into him. He caught you easily in his arms.

           "Geezus. I would’ve kept a closer eye on you if you were going to turn this into a strip club.” He laughed as he pushed the pieces of your hair that was sticking to your sweaty face away. “I would’ve gotten my dollar bills ready.”

           "I’m just trying to make sure they know I’m hott, and that you–“ You patted his chest, a little tipsy, and whispered. "You caught yourself a nice catch.”

           He chuckled, “Well I don’t know if that happened with the girls, but you sure as hell attracted my male co-workers. I’m sure they’re WELL aware you’re hott and a nice catch.”

           "Oh.“ You blinked then shrugged. "Eh. Close enough.”

           "No.“ He pulled you flush against him. "Cause now I have to make sure they know you’re MINE.”

           Your eyes widened as your faces were inches apart. Jimin smirked and whispered into your ear.

           "Now who’s losing their touch?“

           You rolled your eyes. "Well, Mr. Park. How does one pretend to be a loving couple?”

           He shook his head and chuckled, “I of all people wouldn’t know.”

           "But…“ he held your hand, "let’s at least have fun dancing, without trying to impress anyone.”

           You grinned and nodded.

           "Sounds perfect.“

           The night ended well. You danced and ate the entire time. Hoseok and Silver returned later on. You and Jimin teased them about how many times they had sex in that time period. It started an argument between them so you both slowly walked away, not wanting to get between that, although you both felt guilty about accidently starting it.

           So once the party officially finished, you and Jimin alone stumbled back to the penthouse suite he had booked.

           "Wahhh.” You exhaled as you finally kicked off your heels and laid on the couch. “That was fun.”

           "Seriously.“ Jimin found his way to the bed.

           "And!” You pointed. “Neither of us went home with strangers. This has got to be a first.”

           Jimin giggled.

           You groaned and rummaged through your bag for your pajamas. “I’ll change first.”

           "Hmm.“ Jimin mumbled, his face morphing into the bed relaxingly.

           "There’s no lock in this bathroom?” You commented as you noticed the sliding door.

           He peeked over and noticed you sliding the door shut and open worriedly. “Just change. I’m too tired to peep.”

           "That’s comforting.“ You rolled your eyes as you began changing hurriedly and taking off your make up. "Out of all the hotel rooms I’ve been to, this is the first without a lock.”

           "It’s cause couples stay here.“ Jimin mumbled.

           "But still.” You retorted as you stepped out in a sweatshirt and shorts while brushing your teeth.

           "Don’t blame the hotel.“

           "You’re right. I should be thankful to be housed in this mansion for a night.” You commented as you finished up your nightly routine.

           Jimin dragged himself out of bed and floated to the bathroom after you. You positioned yourself on the couch and covered yourself in the extra blankets while he changed. He came out just simply wearing sweatpants and ruffling his hair. Glancing at you in a bundled ball as you swiped through your phone nonchalantly, he exhaled.


           "What?” You hummed, not prying your eyes away from your phone.

           "Y/N. Get on the bed.“

           "No thanks, Chims.”

           "Y/N, get on the bed.“

           You glared at him skeptically. "You have alcohol in your system, sir.”

           "I’m not even drunk or anything. I should be far more afraid of you.“ he chuckled.

           You contemplated as he stared at you.

           "I promise I won’t try anything. I’m exhausted and just want to sleep.” Jimin exhaled. “And don’t flatter yourself.”

           You glanced at the bed. Its fluffiness was invitingly tempting.

           "Fine. It’s big enough so we have our sides anyway.“ You smiled as you slipped underneath the fort of blankets and rolled yourself in it.

           Jimin chuckled as he jumped in as well and turned to face you. "Hey.”

           "Hm?“ You hummed as you looked at him too.

           "Thanks for coming with me today.”

           You grinned, “A free penthouse hotel room, free food, open bar, good music. I think that’s just about equivalent payment for my presence.”

           He chuckled, reaching over to ruffle your hair.

           "Oh right.“ You remembered. "Did you know that down the street from Club Masquerade, there’s a place that hosts a Masquerade Ball every Friday?”

           Jimin scrunched his face, “Like as in fairytales?”

           "Well it starts off that way apparently, but they play club music and stuff as the night goes on.“

           "So guys dress up as Princes and grind on girls wearing huge ass ball gowns? Sounds like a lot of work.”

           You rolled your eyes, “Well ANYWAYS, my perfect match V wants to meet me there.”

           "At a BALL?“ He raised an eyebrow, skeptically and repeated. "At a masquerade ball?”

           "Yes, Jimin.“ You giggled. "It’s romantic, isn’t it?”

           "Are you going to wear a crown and wave your wand?“ Jimin teased and you shoved him.

           "Shut up. It’s going to be a cute meeting.”

           "Totally cute ~“ he mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "Do you even have a dress and stuff?”

           "Yeah.“ You rolled onto your back and stared at your ceiling. "I have the perfect dress.”

           Jimin observed as you closed your eyes and yawned.

           "Night night Chims.“

           "Night.” he hummed as he continued to watch you, until he too fell victim to his exhaustion.

            The next morning, Jimin’s eyes sprung open as he realized that someone was lying on his chest and his arms were wrapped around them. He tried to hurriedly recall the events of last night, wondering if he had ended up sleeping with someone. But when he remembered that you two had come back together, his body relaxed. He glanced down to find you resting peaceful in his embrace. He lifted his arms awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

           Slowly, you stirred. It took awhile for your eyes to adjust and realize the situation in front of you. You glanced up, unfazed by your close position, and shoved him away from you gently.

           "Well this is new.“ he laughed.

           "What?” You yawned. “Actually not having to leave after spending the night with someone?”

           Jimin chuckled as he fixed his hair. “Yeah. Didn’t expect it to be with you.”

           "Are you actually perverted 24/7?“

           He reached over and organized your disheveled hair too.

           "Only around you.” he giggled.

           "Lucky me.“ You stated dryly. "When do we have to check out?”

           "Mmm it’s still early. Wanna grab the complimentary breakfast?“

           You perked up. "Um YES. Why is that even a question?”

           Jimin laughed, “Well let me go put a shirt on.”

           "Nah. Just go like that.“ You teased. "Your female co-workers would probably faint on the spot.”

           He flirtatiously lifted his eyebrows and leaned over, “What about you?”

           "What about me?“ You retreated back a little.

           "Aren’t you the least bit attracted?” He glanced down at his toned chest and abs and wiggled the garter of his loose sweatpants.

           "Well tell me then…“ You chuckled as you revealed your exposed legs from beneath the blanket. "Aren’t you the least bit attracted?”

           His lips curled up, “It’s nothing new to me.”

           "Yeah same here.“ you laughed as you threw the blanket off you. "I’ll shower first.”

           "Can I join?“

           You smacked his face with a pillow as you got up. "No, Jimin.”

           "Why not?“ he whined cutely, as he watched you gather fresh clothes.

           You glared at him. "Don’t you dare barge into the bathroom, Park Jimin, or I’ll personally make sure you won’t be able to have sex in the next week.”

           "I wouldn’t dare.“ Jimin blinked innocently and you slid the bathroom door shut.

           You turned on the shower and crossed your arms, letting the water run and waiting. As you predicted, the door slid open a minute or two later, and you chucked a heavily wet towel at Jimin, causing him to fall backwards from its weight. You straddled his body as he coughed from the impact and threw the wet towel off of him.

           "What the hell?” he groaned.

           You stared down at him angrily, “What did I tell you?”

           He laughed, “I can’t believe you’re wasting water, Y/N!”

           "How do you want me to castrate you?“ You threatened.

           "Alright, alright. I won’t peek.” He put his hands behind his head and smiled. “I already got this nice view.”

           You rolled your eyes and slapped his bare chest hard in retaliation. He winced from the sting.

           "You know, in a different context that would’ve totally excited me.“

           "Would you like me to tie you somewhere Mr. Kinky?” You crawled off of him.

           "No thanks.“ he sensed your irritation and decided to stop his teasing. "I’ll be good.”


           You returned to the bathroom and Jimin slid the door slightly to see if he could get a glimpse, but his eyes were poked before they could even look in.

           "AHHH Y/N!” he yelled. “FUCK!”

           "MORE JIMIN! MORE!“ You teasingly moaned, as you shut the door again and finally hopping into the shower. "DON’T STOP!”

           Jimin rubbed his eye and laughed, “Don’t tempt me with your dirty talk!”

           "As if.“ You called out.

           V: You know, I hope this isn’t creepy or too soon. But I really want to meet you.

           Coffeegirl: It’s not creepy at all. I want to meet you too, V.

           You smiled as you re-read the messages.

           V: I hope this isn’t cheesy but you said you liked unique romantic gestures. I walked by a place that hosts Masquerade Balls every Friday.

           Coffeegirl: What? Seriously? That’s a thing?

           V: Right? I was surprised too! It’s been a thing at the place for a long time now! So I immediately thought of you when I found it.

           Coffeegirl: Aww V ~

           V: Would you like to go to a Masquerade Ball? *insert rose emoji*

           Coffeegirl: V, do you not have emojis?

           V: I can’t find them…

           Coffeegirl: LOL.

           V: Hopefully my lack of emojis won’t deter you from saying yes x)

           Coffeegirl: haha of course not, I’d love to go and I really do want to meet you.

           V: I’m so excited! I’ve been wanting to hear your voice and your laugh, and if you totally think I’m awkward, please feel free to run away and leave your slipper behind.

           You giggled.

           Coffeegirl: Will you search the whole kingdom to find me?

           V: I found you once. I’m sure I’ll be able to find you again.

           Coffeegirl: I’ll look forward to receiving a real rose instead of that emoji then.

           V: You know I wouldn’t come empty handed to meet a beautiful lady ^_^

           Coffeegirl: But you don’t even know what I look like?

           V: You’re still beautiful just from getting to know your personality though!

           Suddenly your phone was ripped out of your hand, and Jimin who was munching on a piece of bread, scrolled through your messages.

           "Chims!” You groaned.

           He glanced at you amused while you pouted, embarrassed about your replies.

           "I’m about to upchuck my bread that was so gross.“ he teased.

           "Shut up.” You tried to reach for your phone.          

           But he continued scrolling, keeping it away from you.

           "Ooo ~ he loves animals. How cute. Family oriented, nice. Wowww wants a lot of kids.“ he wiggled his eyebrows. "Then he’s lucky your stamina is great in bed.”

           You punched his stomach and he groaned, conceding and handing you back your phone.

           "Seems like a super nice guy.“ He went back to munching as he rubbed the place you had hit him.

           "He does.” You smiled happily.

           "Not your type though.“ Jimin shook his head.

           "Well what I want may not be what I need.” You shrugged.

           Jimin hummed, “Interesting.”

           "What is?“

           "Well what if you don’t want what you need?” He glanced at you intently. “Will you still force it?”

           "No…“ You hesitated. "I don’t know. Well everything takes some give and take.”

           "Well I think,“ Jimin crossed his legs as he leaned against your desk. "you need to want the need this person is going to give you in order to want him.”

           You squinted your eyes at him, puzzled. “Okay, what?”

           Jimin’s lips curled up. “You’re going to have to want to change, Y/N. This V guy is looking to settle down. Are you?”

           You chuckled and stared straight at him, “Yes, I want to.”

           Jimin was a bit taken aback then he nodded, “Well then, that’s that.”

           He dusted the crumbs off his pants and bowed. “I wish you plentiful babies with your perfect match.”

           "You don’t believe me.“ You glared at him.

           He glanced at you amused, "Look Y/N. You like the bad guys because they were exciting and fun. I really wonder if you’re going to be able to give all that up to be committed. You’re just like me.”

           "I’m not like you Jimin.“ You snapped.

           "No?” He reached for a mint and popped it into his mouth.

           "Definitely not.“

           Jimin smirked and walked away as you stared at him angrily.

           You definitely weren’t like him. You knew this time was different. You were looking for something different than your previous guys. Someone much like V…or Taehyung for that matter.

           "Ahhh.” You groaned as you lay your head onto your desk, frustrated. To be honest, you were curious about both of them. Your emotional connection to V was undeniably yet your physical attraction to Taehyung was gnawing at you.


           You perked up as Tae stepped inside.

           "Tae!” You squeaked, a bit dizzy that the exact person you were thinking of appeared.

           "You didn’t open yet right?“ he looked around.

           "No, not yet.” You smiled. “What brings you here?”

           "No, I just missed you.“ he laughed. "Plus it gets a bit lonely manning the bars when we haven’t opened yet.”

           You blushed at how casually he confessed that he missed you. It was things like this that confused you. You knew he meant it sincerely, but what exactly was the significance behind it?

           "You said you and Chims had a Christmas party? How was that?“

           You blinked, "Chims?”

           "Oh sorry.“ Tae looked down timidly. "I hear you call him that sometimes and I thought it was a cute nickname…”

           You laughed, “Oh I don’t mind. I was just surprised you caught it.”

           Tae grinnned, his eyes smiling along with him. “I remember everything you say, Y/N!”

           "Can I ask you something?“ You tilted your head inquisitively.

           "Sure!” he jumped closer to you, excited that you were finally curious about him.

           "Why did you give me that flyer?“

           "Hmm…” he pondered. “Well like I said you were pretty and two…I guess I just felt a good aura around you…is that weird?”

           "A good aura?“

           He smiled, "Yeah. Like you’re a very warm and trusting person. But I also felt like you underestimate your potential and stay humble, but you’re ready to fight for something you want… which I really like.”

           You beamed. His answer melted you.

           "What aura does Jimin give off?“

           "Mmm he’s a bit confusing.” Tae hummed, thinking about it deeply. “I feel like he’s still kind of lost, you know? I could definitely sense that he’s sweet, but it’s like he’s suffocating that part of him.”

           You chuckled, “Sounds about right.”

           Tae giggled, “Then I’m definitely not wrong about you either.”

           You looked down at your hands hesitantly.


           "Hm?” he tilted his head cutely.

           "Do you think people can change?“

           "Y/N.” he grabbed your hand gently as you glanced up at him. “I think people can grow.”

           You smiled at each other.

           The day of your first meeting with V soon arrived, and for the most part, you had planned out everything you needed to in advance.  

           "What’re you wearing?“ Jimin snickered into the phone as you put him on speaker.

           You exhaled as you roamed your room, gathering your things together. "Are you serious, Chims?”

           "What?“ he giggled.

           "I am going on a date today. I don’t have time to play with you.” You threw off your clothes and slipped into dark blue velvet floor length dress with a high leg slit that rested right about your thigh.

           "You’re wearing your favorite blue dress, aren’t you?“ he grinned as he lay on his bed.

           You glanced around skeptically, "Did you install cameras in my room when you slept over?”

           "Am I right?“

           "You’re a creep.” You rolled your eyes as you finished zipping yourself up.

           "You wear that to every important occasion so I’m not surprised. Oh, also put your hair up.“


           "Guys go crazy for exposed necks.“

           "I’m going to just pull my hair over to one side. I don’t want to look too formal.”

           "What mask are you wearing?“

           "My favorite gold one.” You grinned as you grabbed it from your shelf.

           "This V fellow won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.“

           "That’s the plan.” You smiled as you threw on a few simple accessories.

           "Don’t go having babies now.“

           "Don’t worry.” You smirked. “I’m always classy.”

           "Facetime me so I can seee.“ Jimin whined as he rolled around his bed.

           "Seriously? You’re just going to say something dirty.” You stated, but switched to Facetime anyway.

           Jimin pressed his face closer to his phone as if it would give him the ability to see you better. You cracked up as his face filled up your screen.

           "Jimin. This is not a telescope.“

           He moved back and grinned.

           "Guaranteed. V will drop his balls when he sees you.”

           You smiled gently, “Thanks Jimin.”

           "Also, I’ll have my phone on me in case he’s a creeper.“ He stared at you seriously.

           You laughed, "You’ll be the first I call.”

           "Good.“ he grinned. "Have a good time…but not too good.”

           You snorted, “Bye Chim-Chim.”

           Afterwards, you quickly sent a picture of your mask and outfit to V so that he’d be able to find you and then a silly one to Silver to represent your excitement and nervousness.

           You sighed as you scrolled through your phone. You had been sitting by the bar, rejecting guys who asked you to dance and if you come alone tonight. V wasn’t super late, but you felt a bit awkward waiting alone. He hadn’t texted you yet, so you reassured yourself that he was probably driving.

           You took the time to glance around. It was a club, but decorated with Renaissance era antiques. There was a grand staircase, which you weren’t sure where it led to, and there was a big chandelier in the center of the dance floor.

           You didn’t think a lot of people were going to follow the dress code seriously, but you were surprised to find the guests donning extravagant ball gowns and three piece suits with coattails. A few wore small crowns and others wore large wigs like they did in the olden days. It was intriguing and awe-inspiring. It really felt like you had been sucked into a classical romantic movie, and now all you needed was for your Prince Charming to come find you.


           Someone greeted and you smiled as you spun around, praying it wasn’t someone else hitting on you.


           "Have you been waiting long?“

           A man wearing a Maroon mask bowed and pulled a rose out from behind him suavely, and your grin immediately widened.

           It was him.

           You shook your head, "I was just taking in the view.”

           His lips curled up as he stared at you deeply, “Now it’s my turn to take in the view.”

           You blushed.

           "You wanna dance?“ he asked timidly.

           You nodded as you placed the rose inside your clutch. He held his hand out to you, and you slipped yours into his gently. Leading you right beneath the chandelier, he tightened his hold on your hand and placed the other on your waist cautiously. Since a slow song was playing, you both swayed back and forth, at a loss for words.

           "I can’t believe you’re here right now.” You tried to hide your giddiness and racing heart.

           His hands were warm and your hip tingled at the feeling of his touch. He smiled and continued to lead you in the slow dance mannerly. There was a small space between your bodies that seemed like he didn’t want to cross just yet.

           You weren’t sure what to talk about. All the topics you had planned out seemed to disappear as soon as he was in front of you. But the silence wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable, like you both were simply content listening to the music and having each other’s presence.

           Which you were.

           "You look beautiful.“ he whispered as he placed his cheek on your temple, closing the distance a bit.

           You smiled as you shut your eyes, letting yourself revel in his warmth and closeness. How long had it been since someone you dated just held you without any other thoughts or ideas?

           You heard him humming sweetly, the vibrations of his voice were felt on your skin, and you chuckled.

           "Ah there it is. The laugh I wanted to hear.”

           You fluttered your eyes up at him as you stepped back a bit. He titled his head a bit, questioning you actions, and your hands answered by traveling around his neck. A gentle smile formed on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

           "I was really nervous about coming tonight.“ You admitted as you studied the designs on his Maroon mask.


           "Well, I had a lot of expectations of how it would turn out to be and then I had a lot of fears at the same time…that I would be disappointed.“

           He moved a stray hair away from your eyes. "Are you disappointed?”

           You looked down at his lips then into his eyes, and shook your head. “Not at all… Are you?”

           "I’m dancing with a beautiful girl under a nice, expensive chandelier to one of my favorite classic songs. What is there to be disappointed about?“

           You giggled, "It’s one of my favorites too.”

           He smiled gently as you both continued to sway.

           Suddenly, the music changed into a more upbeat vibe and immediately, you turned yourself around to start moving your body to the song. He was a bit taken aback by your abrupt change but soon followed your lead, keeping his hands on your hips. Every time you tried to back up, he maintained a respectful distance between you two.

           For some reason, that made you fall even harder for him, but it also made you crave more. After a few attempts at trying to grind, you spun around so that you two were face-to-face and you could see that he was alarmed. You grinned as you grabbed his arms to pull him closer to you.

           "Are you afraid of me?“

           He shook his head. "I just didn’t want to do anything you didn’t…”

           You closed the distance and pressed against him, “I don’t mind…if it’s with you.”

           He smiled and you were soon flush against his body. Finding a mutual rhythm, your hips moved along with his sensually. You had had a few shots in your system, but you knew it wasn’t the alcohol. The best way you knew how to communicate was through your body, and his gentle actions increased your desire for him tenfold, so as you pushed even closer to the hardness that you felt in his pants. He gripped your waist worriedly. He soon loosened it as you maintained a seductive eye contact with him, trying to tell him this was what you wanted. Your hand traced his mask, down to the side of his face softly, and he closed his eyes, taking in your touch. You leaned forward, no longer wanting to restrain yourself from finding out how he kissed and how his lips felt on yours. But he pulled back a little and tensed. You opened your eyes.

           "What’s wrong?“

           "Well…we haven’t done this before…”

           "Well of course not. We just met.“ You chuckled then you looked down shyly. "Am I going too fast for you?”

           He shook his head and cupped your face. “Not at all…”

           Slowly, he opened his mouth and captured your lips sweetly.

           And God did he know how to kiss.

           Although his movements were hesitant, they were slow and breathtaking as you both tried to study each other. You pulled his head down so you could deepen the kiss, and you both stumbled back, laughing into the kiss. He stepped forward as you walked backwards, your lips still locked together. You trusted him and he guided you to a wall, gently placing a hand on the back of your head so you didn’t get hurt from the impact. That made you lunge at him more passionately and immediately, tongues became involved. 

           Your hands immediately roamed down his chest and pulled his waist closer to the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. You grinded into his hardness and he groaned. The vibration reached your mouth as you both continued to kiss and it excited your senses even more. You nipped at his lip hungrily and you both paused to stare at each other, catching your breath; bodies still touching dangerously. You were drawn to this man in front of you and you weren’t sure if this was going to scare him off, but you decided to speak your mind anyway.

           "I need you.“

           You whispered, ghosting your breath over his lips.

           "What?” he blinked; you could tell he was a bit worried, but also anticipating.

           Your hand found its way to his bulge and you traced the outline aggressively. His breath hitched as you did so and you repeated yourself, more firmly this time.

           "I need you.“

           His lips crashed into yours immediately and you welcomed the vigor. His hands were soon caressing all your curves and you exhaled needily as he began kissing your neck. You threaded your fingers through his hair as you continued to grind into him.  

           "Follow me.”

           He breathed into your neck and you nodded. Gently, he took your hand and led you away from the crowd, into one of the lounges.

           "Don’t get me wrong.“ he breathed as he took out the key. "I had gotten one just in case we wanted to talk without the blaring music.”

           You giggled.

           The door opened and he awkwardly stepped in. You shut the door behind you and smirked at him playfully.

           "Come here.“ You called as you leaned your back onto the door.

           He licked his lips and slid towards you. As soon as he was close enough, you pulled his tie down and captured his lips hungrily. His hands found its way to your ass and he gave it a light squeeze. Immediately, you wrapped that leg around and heaved him closer to you. Your panties were damp already from anticipation and you needed friction. Judging from how hard he was, he needed it as well.

           You moaned into his mouth as you rubbed yourself onto him, and he groaned, trying to control his urge.

           "Don’t fight it.” You breathed on his lips. “I want you.”

           He bit your lower lip, full of desire. You grabbed his shoulders and spun around, pinning him to the door. He was taken aback, but before he could react or speak, your hands were rubbing his clothed cock as you intensely gazed at him, checking to see if your forwardness was scaring him off. Contrastingly though, you felt yourself getting wetter as he was heaving under your touch, his hips circling to meet your hands.

           "Oh my god.“ he breathed as he grabbed your hand and pressed it harder onto him.

           "Can I?” You fluttered your lidded eyes at him and he glanced at you questioningly.


           You unbuckled his belt easily with one hand, while you continued to please him with your other.

           "Ah fuck.” he cursed and your lips curled up happily.

           You dropped his pants and latched your tongue onto the outline of his cock without hesitation.


           "I like it when you curse.” You smirked as your hand slid underneath his shirt to trace his lower abdomen playfully.

           "Fuck, how are you so good.“ he hissed.

           You glanced up arrogantly, "Baby, I haven’t even started yet.”

           He stared at you eagerly as you climbed back to come face to face with him. His eyes were burning holes into you with lust and desire, and you reveled in the feeling. Swiftly, you stuffed your hands inside his boxers and swallowed his gasp by kissed him. He squirmed as you massaged his dick inconsistently. You would do it for a bit then focus on kissing him senselessly then return to it.

           "You’re teasing.“ he breathed.

           You smirked. "What do you want from me?”

           He stared at you. You slipped your hand out of his boxers and he hissed at the loss of contact.

           "I won’t know what you want me to do unless you tell me.“

           You wanted to hear him beg. You wanted him to tell you he wanted you a certain way. But something seemed to change in him and he smirked back at you.

           "First, my princess.” he caressed your face. “I want you out of that dress.”

           You turned around and lifted your hair up, “You’ll have to get me out of it then.”

           He growled as his gaze was now directed at your exposed neck. Slowly, his hands lay on your waist and he peppered sweet yet passionate kisses down the side of your neck. You sighed and melted into him. In the midst of pleasuring you, his hands found your zipper and pulled it down hurriedly. He slid down your straps, nipping at your neck even more fervently. Your dress fell to the floor and this time, you lunged at him, sucking at his neck expertly. His hands roamed your newly exposed skin, addicted to how soft it felt. He pulled at your underwear playfully and you began walking away, a flirtatious smirk on your face. He watched intently as you crawled onto the bed seductively.

           You lay on your side, displaying your assets that were teasingly hidden by your coordinated black bra and panties. Biting your lip and staring at him, you stuck your index finger into your mouth and sucked on it. His eyes were mesmerized and locked on you as you traced your cleavage with your wet fingers. Languidly, you moved down to your underwear and stroked yourself gently. Swiftly, he marched over and grasped your hand to stop you, and crashed his lips into yours.

           Using the element of surprise, you pushed him into the bed and straddled him, grinding into his hardness. His hips immediately bucked up into you and you moaned. Quickly, your fingers unbutton his shirt and you licked down his torso as you gazed at him with a lustful expression. You felt his dick twitch into your chest as you got closer and he groaned.

           "Still don’t want to tell me what you want?“ you smirked.

           "I want to cum in your mouth.”

           You shook your head. “Please let me cum in to your mouth.”

           "Please.“ he urged.

           "Then be good.”

           He nodded breathlessly.

           "Keep your hands behind your head.“ You ordered and he immediately followed.

           The need was throbbing so much that it was starting to become painful, but still, you weren’t quite satisfied with his begging. Your hands began to trace the skin around his crotch. You playfully caressed his inner thighs, pressing prolonged kisses against his hips, and toyed with the skin above his dick by drawing gentle circles. He writhed underneath your touch, his body begging for more. You knew what he wanted, but you wanted him disheveled, about to come undone with just a simple touch. You smacked his thighs gently to scold him and he stopped his squirming. His breathing was getting more shallow and his hands were curling into the sheets.

           "So needy.” You smirked as you kissed his still clothed cock. It was straining so much that you were afraid it would spring out of his boxers on his own. You crawled over him and smiled.

           "I’ll let you touch one thing.“ You whispered as you pulled down your bra. "Which do you want to touch?”

           Breathlessly, he began massaging one of your breasts and your face contorted into one of pleasure, which only served to escalate his want.

           "Harder.“ You moaned and he groaned as he thumbed your nipple. "Faster.”

           He obliged then as he was getting into a rhythm, you pulled away. His breath hitched with anticipation as you kissed his neck sweetly.

           "You almost got punished.“ You hissed into his ear and he shivered.

           "Please.” he begged. He bucked his hip up and flipped you over so that he was now on top of you. He rolled into you and you breathed pleasurably, which encouraged him. As he grinded into you, your leg slowly made its way up his thigh and his arms weakened. Your hands wrapped around him and tugged down his boxers slightly.

           "You’re close aren’t you?“ You mused.

           He couldn’t do anything but close his eyes and pant heavily, resting his head onto your chest. You knew he needed a release so you grabbed his hands and guided him to massage your breasts. He slowly began kissing and sucking at your neck, and you quickly pried his hands off of you.

           "I’ll give you what you need.”

           He glanced at you desperately, and you smiled gently to reassure him.

           "On your back.“

           Gently, he obeyed and you climbed on top of him, sweetly kissing him, his hands once again finding its way to your waist and to your boobs. You grinded into his clothed cock as you continued to swirl your tongue against his. The kisses soon became more sloppy and heated. Feeling that he was close, you bit his lip and pulled off his boxers. His cock sprung up. You covered your hands with pre-cum and immediately began rubbing his dick. Your hands moved quickly and slickly since he was dripping immensely already.

           "Ah fuck.” He groaned and you sped up. You used your other hand to massage his balls, and that sent him over the edge. You continued your rhythm, letting him ride out his orgasm, as you whispered repeatedly, “You’re cumming so well for me baby boy. Keep going.” Your words only made him fuck your hand harder, until he was out of breath and in a daze.

           "Holy shit.“ he breathed, at a loss.

           You grinned and climbed over him, carefully, trying not to touch his sticky mess. Gently, you pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

           "You’re welcome.”

           You rolled the sheets and cleaned him up as he tried to catch his breath.

           "What about you?“ he questioned.

           You glanced at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. "If I didn’t completely scare you off and you want to see me again, we’ll see how things go.”

           You winked as you chucked the stained sheets to the corner of the room and threw his pants at him.

           "I suggest you go commando, because your boxers are soaked.“

           "Damn.” he pressed his head into the stack of pillows, amazed. “What the fuck was that?”

           Your lips curled up, your heart welling up at his genuine awe.

           As you were about to leave the bed, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down. His lips found its way to yours and kissed you passionately, making you dizzy. He used your astonishment to climb down so he was face level with your wetness. He flicked his tongue out and you moaned. Playfully, he licked your inner thighs and the crease between your hip bone and legs. It was your turn to be out of breath and needy. His fingers stroked you gently through your panties, until you were pressing down to meeting it instinctively. Then he pulled away, grinning from ear to ear.

           You looked at him desperately as he whispered onto your lips.

           "Let’s meet again then.“

           You swallowed and he chuckled, rolling off the bed. He jumped into his pants and began buttoning up his shirt.

           "Where?” You questioned curiously.

           "Here seems like a nice spot.“ He teased cheekily as he straightened up his Maroon Mask.  

            You giggled as you got up from the bed. You felt his eyes on you as you walked over to the dress he had discarded by the door. Teasingly, you bent down and locked gazes with him. He bit his lip as you slipped into your dress slowly, milking the sight of your exposed skin. Walking over, he zipped you up as he peppered your back with kisses as he did so. He got to your neck and nipped at it, not wanting to leave the room. 

            You turned to face him and immediately, your lips and tongues were battling it out once more, fighting for dominance. He gripped at your wrists so you couldn’t tease him with your hands but your foot playfully stroked his. The slit of your dress exposed your thigh and he released one of your hands so that he could pull your leg up by his waist to trace your skin beneath it.

            You smiled into the kiss excitedly. Both of you were trying to tease each other in order to leave a more lasting impression. Your heart raced. Did you even have that in common?

           You both separated, out of breath.

           "We’ll meet again.” You whispered.

           He simply nodded and you stepped out of the room, glancing back at the Maroon masked man, completely smitten. He was giving you a lopsided grin in return, his eyes also expressing intrigue. You gave a shy smile and disappeared into the crowd, making your way to the exit.    

          Your night didn’t go as you had expected it to.

           It was exceeded your expectations.

            So you were on cloud nine when you finally got to your house. Hurriedly, you changed and curled into your bed, squealing like it was your first time doing any of that. But it felt like the first time; it was different. It was electrifying and exciting. You didn’t completely lead it and he didn’t completely give in to you either. You hadn’t really experienced such an unpredictable time before and it astonished you.

            You stared at the rose you had placed in a vase on your bedside table and smiled.

           V was absolutely perfect.      

           Taehyung arrived at his place and whipped out his phone, hurriedly typing something into it as he took off his suit and tie.

           You immediately shot up from your bed as text from V came in; your eyes widened at the message.

           V: I’m so sorry I didn’t get to make it tonight. I had a sudden work emergency and my phone ran out of battery. Sucky timing, omg. I’M REALLY SORRY! I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU!

           V: Did you end up staying and having a good time anyway?

           V: You looked beautiful in the picture you sent me by the way. I’m beating myself up that I didn’t get to see you in person.

            You stared at the texts in horror.


           Jimin whistled happily as he pressed in the pass code of his apartment. He hung his coat and didn’t even flinch when Hoseok appeared in his hallway.

           "Where have you been?“ His best friend questioned. "I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer so I let myself in.”

           "It’s all good.“ Jimin grinned nonchalantly.

           "Wait… why’re you dressed like that?” Hoseok glanced at his attire curiously. “Where the hell did you go?”

           Jimin smirked as he lifted the Maroon Mask off his face.

           "I went to a fucking ball.“


anonymous asked:

Your writing is incredible - sending love and appreciation to you <3 And a prompt :)I just finished ds9 and I'm desperately need something post-canon, mb even after A Stitch in Time, when Julian is trying to go to Cardassia for some reason but gets detained on the border because of smt and has the "one call" right. And then it takes whatever direction you prefer ;) I hope you aren't too busy and you still accept prompts.

I know this was sent months ago, but thank you. <3

I’m in need of just pure happy right now. Because someone just watched Cairo Time for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. GAH. HAPPY REUNIONS PLEASE.

As a side note, I actually haven’t read A Stitch in Time yet. I have a copy. I’m just really bad at getting to books in a fast manner. The first sentence of this is the last line of the novel though, because I’m that kind of person.

This isn’t very long and I had intended on writing something horror today. I will likely fill a second prompt later.

In Person

You’re always welcome, Doctor.

Julian was sure Garak meant that. And he was also certain that there was more there than the simple “come and visit” undertones. He was so certain that he resigned his post on Deep Space Nine and made arrangements to go to Cardassia. It’s wasn’t a visit. He intended to stay. What he would do, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t even sure Garak would approve. But the novel length series of letters was more than enough to remind Julian where he truly wanted, and needed, to be.

Without reaching out to Garak for approval, Julian packed his things and took a series of shuttles to Cardassia Prime. The entire journey took forty-nine hours. Far too long, for Julian’s liking, but it was done. And he arrived on the planet in the Cardassian filled transport a little bleary but otherwise prepared for the journey that lie ahead.

Julian waited in line as the people on the shuttle were ushered through check-in one at a time. His singular bag with his various belongings was slung over his white button-up and rested against his black clothed hip. His right thumb brushed over his passage slip, over the Cardassian letters that read off the departure time, the expected landing time, the seat he was given, and how much he’d paid for it. Under it, tucked between his middle and pointer fingers, was his identification, complete with a picture and his changed employment status. He handed the slip and the ID over to the Cardassian soldier who stood poised at the entrance to the city’s central station. He assumed the transaction would go smoothly. But steeled blue eyes met his own brown ones.

“Your paperwork isn’t complete. I can’t let you through,” the Cardassian said, handing the information back. Julian blinked and reached for it, but let his hand hover over the paperwork.

“I thought all I needed was an ID and a ticket.”

“Anyone who’s not Cardassian also needs personal verification from a Cardassian citizen.”

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Charles Xavier- Beach Party

Request:  can you write a imagine with charles xavier x student reader? She is only 5 years younger than charles and a teleporter. she is always travelling around world in her spare time with bff jean? One day charles asks her to throw a party for jeans birthday in some place exotic and at the beach party charles admits the reader he loves her? It is so detailed Im sorry :( please write I love your writings so much!

So this one turned out to be longer than I thought it would but man I hope it is still good. I tried really hard… but I don’t know about it. Anyway, hope you enjoy it and if you’ve sent in requests they are on their way I’ve just been lazy, Tab has been genuinely busy but I’m just lazy.

~Much love, Ive

You’d just gotten back from a trip to Sweden with Jean. The two of you were best friends and were always travelling the world together making use of your teleportation power. You teleported back into your room, so you weren’t caught as you’d been told not to go away this weekend by Charles who needed you to prepare for a class or something, you weren’t really sure you were somewhat jet lagged (if you could call it jet lag since you didn’t use a plane) when he spoke to you and his face is a little distracting. Why was he so pretty? You and Jean appeared in your room, giggling. As you slumped onto your bed the door opened.

“Do you guys think I’m stupid?” Charles spoke as he entered the room, “I know you’ve been gone all weekend,” He sighed.

“Sorry, we just got carried away, it was only supposed to be a day trip,” You said through a couple of giggles. You couldn’t help that you’d just been having so much fun.

“Jean can you leave the room please, I need to speak with Y/N,” His voice became harsh and all the giggles suddenly silenced. Jean shot you an apologetic look and crept out the room, gently closing the door behind her.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know it would be this much of a big deal,” You desperately started to apologise.

“Y/N, it’s okay just calm down. I needed Jean out of the room and I figured this would be the best way to do it.”

“What? So I’m not in trouble?” You asked feeling very confused.

“Well, I’m not happy but I have other things I want to discuss with you right now.” Charles sat on the bed next to you, “As you probably know, Jean’s birthday is coming up next Saturday and since she’s been having a pretty hard time this year I thought it’d be nice if we threw her a bit of a surprise party.”

“Oh, that’d be amazing. She’d love that,” You said smiling. Charles was so kind hearted, you hadn’t even thought of that and she was your best friend. Although you loved this idea you felt a little guilty that you hadn’t come up with it yourself.

“Can you meet up with me tomorrow to discuss the details?” He asked. You happily agreed and with that he left.

After your discussion with Charles about Jean’s birthday the day was finally arriving. You’d spent hours planning the perfect place to go and the food you’d eat and you were pretty proud of what you and Charles had come up with. You’d found the perfect little beach in Rio that was completely free of tourists and could only be reached by boat or your teleportation powers. You’d spent the morning teleporting the rest of the x-men so they could all be there to surprise Jean later on as well as set everything else up while you worked on getting her there. The plan was foolproof and you were so excited.

When Jean came into the kitchen that afternoon you greeted her, pretending to forget it was her birthday.

“So I was thinking, we should go to Rio today. You know snow one weekend and sun the next. What do you think?” You asked, trying to keep it casual.

“Um, yeah. Sounds good but you won’t get in trouble again will you?”

“Charles and a few of the others have gone out for some training, everyone else is busy with classes and stuff like that so they won’t even know we’ve gone.” You smiled trying not to show you were lying, “Now, go grab your swimsuit.”

You teleported Jean to the beach and the second you appeared everyone yelled ‘happy birthday’. Jean jumped at the crowd of people there as she was clearly not expecting it but she quickly turned to you with a huge smile on her face.

“You did all this for me?” She asked, pulling you into a big hug.

“Well it wasn’t all me,” You said gesturing to Charles who was sipping a drink.

“Thank you so much Y/N,” She said giving you one last squeeze before releasing you to go and thank the others. You wandered over to the table while Jean was busy with the crowd of people wishing her a happy birthday. The speakers was playing one of your favourite songs as you grabbed a huge slice of watermelon.

“This party is even better than I’d expected,” You heard Charles say from beside you.

“It was all you,” You said tilting your head towards him in thanks.

“All I did was come up with the idea, you did pretty much everything else,” Charles threw his hands up, refusing to take credit. You scoffed but didn’t want to argue with him. “You know, I think we make a pretty good team,” Charles said as he looked deeply into your eyes. Suddenly your insides felt all funny and all you could do was blink at him trying to think of words to say. Everyone was dancing around you but the only person you could concentrate on was Charles.

“I think so too,” Was all you could say after a long period of silence.

“You know, Y/N…” Charles let out a nervous laugh, “I… I uh…” He stammered.

“What?” You panicked slightly, thinking you’d forgotten something and he was trying his best to politely tell you that you ruined the whole party.

“I’m in love with you,” He spoke calmly but the words seemed rushed and you could tell he was nervous to tell you but you were so glad he had.

“I love you too.” You smiled up at him.

“Really? Oh thank god, I was so worried I’d screw everything up with you-“

“Charles, I really do.” You said cutting him off and reaching for his hand. He squeezed your hand as he held it in his. He leaned in towards you and you followed his lead, leaning in for a kiss when you were suddenly interrupted by Jean who slung her arms over both of your shoulders.

“Thank you both so much,” She said with a huge smile on her face, “You guys have to come and dance with me!” She started pulling both of you towards the dance floor and all you could do was look at Charles and know that you’d have all the time in the world to kiss him later.

anonymous asked:

hey there I just wonder if you can give us a sin city preview ,pleasee I can't wait anymore so I would be so happy I mean really HAPPY if you post something even only 5 words of the new chapter :D like damn .. yes i'm desperate...i just need SOMETHING .I'm thirsty as hell ..i'm thirsty for JIMIN :* luv ya

sin city preview??🤧😭 PLZ

Thank you, I’m glad you’re excited :) I can’t give you a preview right now because the chapter is still not done. I’m close to finishing, but I need to edit. Usually when I edit, I delete and add a lot, so if I give you a preview right now, I might completely change that part during the next couple of days when I edit, so I’d rather give you a preview when I’m happy with the chapter, and not now when I still haven’t edited it :)

"Trans women are women" is a lie that is as dangerous to transwomen as it is to women

When I grew up in the seventies and eighties in the north of England, transgender wasn’t a thing. Men were men, and women were women. Heteronormativity was king. In fact it wasn’t just king, it was everything. It didn’t even need a name back then.

Where I grew up, nobody was gay. Faggots, puffters, bum-boys, up-hill gardeners, queers, trannies, gender-benders, dykes, lesbos and their ilk would not have been welcome or tolerated.

These things were shameful. Unacceptable. Wrong. Unnatural.

I’d seen cross dressing on the TV. I’d seen “that perverted faggot” Danny La Rue. I’d seen Kenny Everett’s ‘hilarious’ bearded lady ‘Cupid Stunt’. Being a ‘tranny’ was not a good thing. It was not something I wanted to be. It was something to hide and deny. I lived in fear. I was afraid. I was scared to be a tranny. Society had instilled in me a deep-rooted, intense internalised transphobia.

I lived with this for many years. I lived with opposing forces that tried to tear me apart. On one hand I needed to feel accepted by society. I had to be a ‘man’. I had to appear to meet society’s strict rules of what it is to be a man. On the other hand, I despised male company and pretty much everything it meant to be a man. Why did men have to be strong, authoritative, have ‘presence’ and treat women as sex objects and domestic servants? Why was I told these things? Why did my managers coach me to be ‘more manly’? Because this was what was required to be successful as a man in society.

When I asked questions about the impacts of commercial decisions on the lives of real people I was quickly cut down as being either a “lefty” or for being “such a girl”. So my need to fit in and be accepted, and more importantly, to pay the bills, became the dominant force.

I complied. I adopted a persona. I learnt from my mentors. But I still despised it. I was terrified of exposing my real personality so to protect myself I put up invisible walls. I censored my interactions with others. I found myself unable to interact in a personal or intimate way.

People say life begins at forty. It seems like this is a time when many of us find ourselves able to rediscover ourselves. To become more self-aware. To see the distinction between what society has made us and who we really are. I was about 38 when I started to do this.

The world had changed a lot in those 25 years. Cupid Stunt and La Rue were figures from a bygone age. Gay pride was so big it had become a commercial venture. My god, we even have Internet! People who were formerly isolated could find each other and share experiences.

Guilt and shame were being replaced with compassion and support.

I found online forums where I learnt that “trans women are women”. That we have always been women. We have women’s brains in men’s bodies. Of course! This was it! It made perfect sense. In fact my whole life suddenly started to make sense. It explained why I could never fit in with men. Why I always felt more comfortable in the presence of women. Why I’d always been acutely aware of the misogyny of so many men. Why I preferred women’s clothes. It made complete sense that for some unchosen, unavoidable reason my brain was more female than male.

This would mean it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t need to be ashamed!

I became aware of the concept of transition. Of the things I could do to attempt to eliminate the masculinity I had grown to despise. Hair removal. Hormones. Surgery. These thoughts totally overwhelmed me. They consumed me and debilitated me. I was suffering from the sex dysphoria I had read about.

But I had responsibilities and I desperately needed not to be this. I fought it, and fought it, and wanted it to go away. I NEEDED it to go away. But it doesn’t go away. It never does. It has always been part of me. After a couple of years I became deeply depressed and couldn’t fight any more. I needed professional help.

This was when I encountered the medical profession. I saw an NHS psychosexual counsellor. I was told that the person she saw in front of her (and I presented in male attire) did not seem like a man. She saw a woman. I felt so validated. This was a healthcare professional who sees people with gender issues all the time. She confirmed that I’m a woman. I was so relieved.  

I had lots of counselling and this was aimed at repairing my self-loathing that I had developed. It was to keep me safe. I learnt that there was nothing wrong with me. I did not need to feel shame. I should be proud of who I am. That if anyone had a problem with that, it was their problem not mine. This probably saved my life.

And so I began the process of transition. A difficult decision which I still believe was the least bad option for everyone involved.

So I was set up to face the world armed with “I’m a woman born in the wrong body and if anybody doesn’t like that it’s because of their own issues.” I started to meet other transsexuals through support groups. It seemed the world was a tough place, full of bigots and transphobes. Full of people who thought that if we looked, sounded or acted like males we mustn’t be women. It became so important to pass. The more we looked, sounded and acted like women the less likely we were to get “violently misgendered” by others. I heard tales of transwomen being called “guys” and the transwomen involved being deeply hurt by this. My friends were being hurt all of the time and this took an enormous toll on their validity and their ability to see themselves as worthy members of society. It seemed that those people closest, wives, partners and parents found it the hardest to accept that the person they knew is actually a woman. Being told you’re a man by the people you love hurts the most.

I was told that some people, who were known as TERFs* thought it didn’t matter how much we pass or integrate, it doesn’t make us women. Despite what we’d been told by medical professionals. Despite what it said in official NHS literature. Despite what is said by every trans support group out there. It’s so easy to see why the words “transwomen are not women” are so hurtful and triggering. They cut at the very foundations of everything that has helped to build a level of self-worth and to finally deal with the shame.

I couldn’t understand it. Why would these so called TERFs do this? Why would they think it’s OK to be so hurtful? So, I engaged with these women who think that transwomen aren’t women. I was ready to expect the worst.

I was shocked by what I found. Yes, I found a small handful of people who would instantly shut me down, call me a man and block me but what actually shocked me was the number of intelligent and compassionate women who were being labelled TERFs and receiving abuse after abuse from people claiming the protection of the transgender umbrella. What on earth was happening here?

And so I engaged, and challenged others, and challenged my own beliefs. I listened to the women who were being abused. I listened with open ears and an open heart. And slowly, I started to understand what gender is. We live in a society where we are all constrained by gender.

The rules for what men are allowed to be and what women are allowed to be are reinforced from birth.

These behaviours are rewarded from an early age at home, in school, in what we see all around us on TV, in the shops and so on. Behaviours from the wrong side of this are punished.

To many this is silent, unseen, occult even. Many are not even aware that this is exacerbated by socialisation and truly believe that this is the true natural order of things. I don’t know, but I suspect that even without socialisation there would be innate differences between the distribution curves of some of these traits in the male and female populations. But our socialisation restricts those of us whose traits deviate from the norm for our sex.

So, what does it mean to identify as a woman? I think for many of us it is that the personality traits that we identify with are on the wrong side of the line. They are the ones that we associate with being female. So this further supports our belief that we are actually female.

But this is a lie, it’s a vicious lie that is as dangerous for transwomen as it is for women. It’s a lie that sets us up to be triggered every time we are called he, or “guys” or somebody dares to suggest that we have male biology. Even a cursory glance from a stranger can cut to our very core. The very foundations of our self-worth are fragile.

You see, males don’t naturally all fit on the right hand side of the line, and females don’t naturally all fit on the left hand side of the line. We are all unique valuable human beings.

It’s not *because* we are actually women that makes it OK to be who we are. We are all valid and worthy and perfect however we are regardless of our sex. Our personality, our choices, our empathies and our identities are worthy even if they are on the wrong side of the line. The line is made up. It’s not the natural order. Men can be anything. Women can be anything.

I’ve come to regard myself as a gender non-conforming male. That doesn’t mean I’ve gone back to being what society expects of men. In fact other than the way I understand things and interact with others I haven’t changed. But now my foundations are solid. I’m able to have honest, open respectful conversation and debate about things that are important without taking things as a personal assault on my validity.

I don’t claim to be right. I see things through the filter of my experience. But I desperately want the world to be a better place. I want transwomen, or gender non-conforming males to be happy. To have solid self-worth and self-love. I want women to be respected and listened to. I want women, and men to be free to be whoever they want. There is no need to think transwomen are women for this to be true.

I have found peace and I wish that on others

*I now reject the use of the word TERF. It’s not meaningful and I only ever see it used as a slur, an insult and a silencing tool.

Postscript: I should also add that we have to live, survive and navigate our way in a gendered world and as such I support transition. I support the need to live *as* women as long as we understand and respect our differences. I also support medicalised treatment including surgery to deal with true dysphoria. Whether dysphoria is innate or a result of childhood experiences is irrelevant to the fact that it exists and needs to be treated compassionately.

Please don’t like or reblog this if you think it supports an anti-trans viewpoint.

Request: Teller’s revenge

Request: You are Jax’s sister, Juice’s girlfriend, every croweater hate you and you find out that he cheated on you with 2 of them. You break up and Jax wants revenge.

Oh no, I did it again! I’m crying…

Originally posted by omgelijah

He wasn’t happy in the beginning, but eventually Jax accepted Juice and I dating. My brother had to admit that Juice adored me and was good to me. Our relationship was great and I missed him like crazy when guys were in prison.

Prison. That seemed to change everything, now I felt my boyfriend distant and he didn’t have touched me in weeks. Actually, we only had sex the night he had come back home.

I was getting desperate; I needed to do something to get my boyfriend back to me. My mother and Jax had already noticed something wasn’t right, and though I had managed to calm them, it wouldn’t last long.

I was with Tara when Jax called to say they would be back that night. They were on a run, a short one and Juice was with them. I hadn’t seen him in the last two days, so I decided to meet them at clubhouse. I sat by the bar and waited.

I was expecting to hear the bikes, loud as a thunder, but I heard only one. A solitary biker coming home. I walked outside and saw Juice there, hopping off his bike. He was looking down, hands on his pockets.

“Juan”, I called when he came closer and Juice looked up, surprised. I was the only one who called him by his first name and he used to liked it.

“Hey”, he gave me a sad smile and leaned to kiss my forehead. I closed my eyes and touched his chest, my hand over his heart. It wasn’t beating fast like it used to do when we were with each other, it was calm.

“Are you okay?”, I looked up and he walked away from me. I followed Juice inside, not willing to give up, “Juan?”

“Go home Y/N”, he said over his shoulder, “Your mother must be worried”

“She knows where I am”, I raised my voice, patience running out, “I’m staying with you tonight”

“You should go home”, he stopped at his bedroom door, jaw clenched. I held his gaze. Something was wrong and I would get to the bottom of it.

“No”, I said, as calm as I could. Juice stared at me for a minute and then looked away, entering in his bedroom. He tried to close the door, but I put my feet on it, keeping it open.

“Go home!”, Juice did something he never had done before. He raised his voice at me, grabbed my elbows and shoved me away. I had stubborn Teller genes, I pushed him too, making Juice stumble into the bedroom.

“What is wrong with you Ortiz?”, I was angry now, nothing would stop me, “I am your girlfriend, remember? You used to tell me everything!”

“Don’t you get when someone is trying to push you away?”, he yelled, making me freeze in the middle of the room.

“What are you talking about?”, I narrowed my eyes and took a step forward, “Do you wanna break up?”

“Yes”, he straightened, eyes locked with mine, but cold. I pressed my lips together, not wanting to cry in front of him. Juice was making a huge mistake, he was being irrational.

“No, you really don’t want that”, I huffed, “I can tell it”

“Yeah?”, he raised his eyebrows and stormed towards his drawer. Juice pulled a piece of lingerie from there, a pantie. He threw it on bed and I couldn’t look away, “If I don’t want it then how I fucked a croweater last night? Right here”

“You didn’t…”, I felt my blood boiling. I could kill him in that moment and leave the pieces for Happy to bury or burn, whatever he liked the most.

“I did”, Juice calmly said, “Two of them”

“You bastard!”, I gave up. I was crying, yelling and hitting his chest. Juice tried to hold me in an arm length but I was still able to scratch his face. I left red trails on his neck and cheek before someone pull me back.

“Easy girl”, I heard Kozik say on my ear and saw Happy entering the room too. Tacoma Killer stayed with Juice while Kozik dragged me to the bar. He made me sit, watching me close.

“Let me go Koz”, I hissed and tried to get up. His strong grip on my shoulder made me sit again.

“What the hell happened?”, he looked kinda scared and I just stared at him, angry, “Listen…Your brother called us, your mother was worried. We were close, so Hap and I came here. I need to call Jax back. What should I tell him?”

I rolled my eyes. Gemma knew where I was, I had left a note on the kitchen before leave. I sighed and got up, “Nothing”, I barked and walked out the clubhouse. I need to get far from that place.


It was obvious that Jax would find me soon, he knew where I used to hide. He met me the next morning, curled on my best friend’s couch, slowly drinking a cup of coffee.

“Nobody knows what happened”, Jax looked relaxed on the couch, arms resting on the back, but he wasn’t. He was worried, “Juice isn’t talking either, so… Wanna tell me what happened sis?”

“He cheated on me”, I blurted and Jax’s mouth felt open, “Two croweaters”

“How do you…?”, Jax straightened, watching me closely.

“He showed me her pantie”, I looked down, ashamed of being such a fool trusting in Juice, “He told me”

“That son of a bitch!”, Jax swore between teeth, “I’ll kill him”

“Jax”, I sighed, “It’s over. We weren’t doing good anyway. He was distant, not being with me anymore…”

“He cheated!”, Jax got up, face red, “You can be this calm!”

Really Jax?, “Nothing I say will change your mind, right?”, I got up too, not afraid of my brother. Jax just shook his head and stormed out of the house. If I were Juice I would run for my life.


I thought I didn’t care about what Jax would do with Juice, but I found myself worried as soon as I got home. The place was silent, no sign of Gemma. She surely already knew what had happened and would be there to welcome me, but she wasn’t. Another person would think she was just busy at work, but I knew her better. I knew my family too well to know that Jax had a plan and our mother was involved.

His phone rang several times before I give up. Of course, Happy wouldn’t answer. He was probably helping Jax, loyal as ever. I pinched my nose, pacing inside the house and trying to think. Who should I call to? Chibs wasn’t an option, loyal to Jax and angry with Juice too. Tig would follow the Scotsman and act like a big brother too. Bobby would give me a father speech and I hadn’t time for that. Kozik… Kozik was the one.

“Koziz speaking”, he answered the phone and I could tell he was smiling. Thank God for his habit of not checking his calls!

“Listen to me Herman Kozik, you will tell me right now where Jax is”, I didn’t give him time to think or said my name, he would know it was me.

“I don’t know”, he said slowly.

“Oh go to hell Kozik!”, I yelled on the phone, “I know my brother has a plan and you need to tell me what it is! Listen…I’m mad at Juice, I want to kill him too, but it wouldn’t work. Please, Koz”


Thank God! The lights were still on! I parked in front of Clear Passages; Juice should be there to collect his weekly payment. He owned part of the business and religiously stopped by at the same day, at the same hour to receive the money. I looked around, not seeing any bike or car. I waited until Juice leave the building and opened the driver’s window.

“Get in the car”, his eyes widened and he froze for a moment.

“Gemma called, I…”, he mumbled.

“GET-IN-THE-CAR!”, I said every word between teeth, slowly, so he could understand the urgency. Juice nodded and rushed to the passenger seat. He closed the door and his scent hit me, I closed my eyes for a moment and drove away, “Jax is after you, Gemma probably is helping him. You should be careful”

“Why Jax is after me?”, he was scared. I found a parking lot and entered. I chose a spot and turned on my seat to look at Juice.

“He knows”, I swallowed, looking outside, “He knows you cheated”

“Fuck”, Juice bent until his forehead was resting against the dashboard, “He will probably kill me”

“Yeah, he wants to”, I was angry that he had cheated, but I wouldn’t let my brother do anything to him, “Why?”

Juice looked at me again and straightened, sighing before speak, “It’s a lame speech, really”

“Try”, I shrugged, I already had lost everything.

“There are… Things about me and that I done…If the club finds out, I’m out or worst, dead”, I wondered what could be so terrible about him to get the club to kill him. I let him continue, “You don’t deserve it, so…I thought it was better if I push you away, with time you would give up on me…Your disappointment wouldn’t be so bad, but…I messed up. I’m not good alone and I couldn’t go back to you, it would ruin my plan. I was alone, cold, I-I needed someone to…”

“You should have come to me”, I was almost crying, but I didn’t care, he should see what he had done to me, “Nothing can be that bad Juan”

“It is Y/N, it is”, he was crying too and I looked away, I couldn’t handle him being sad, “You weren’t going, not giving up, so… I threw that on you, I didn’t intended too, but y-you… I guess I got what I wanted, you left me”

“Jesus!”, I rested my head against the window’s cold glass and cried. I felt Juice’s hand on mine, soft.

“Is there…Any chance?”, he whispered.

“No”, I answered, rubbing his hand with my thumb, “I’m afraid you lost me and…If you did something so bad as you are saying, then you will lose the club too”

He pulled his hand back and we stayed in silence for a minute or two. We both stopped crying and I dried the tears from my cheeks, “You should find some place to stay for a couple days. I’ll try to talk to Jax, see what I can do for you”

Juice shook his head and surprised me turning on his seat. He grabbed my chin and crushed his lips on mine. He kissed me hard, like his life depend on it. A goodbye kiss.

“If you can…”, he was breathless, still cupping my face, “Please, take me to Clear Passages again”

“But…”, he cut me off, caressing my cheek with his thumb.



There was nobody on the street or at the shop. Juice had a bag hidden inside and he hopped onto his bike as I watched.

“Juan…”, I embraced myself, feeling cold and trembling.

“Please, Y/N”, he didn’t look at me, “Don’t fight with your brother for me. You are right. I lost you and the club. I lost everything”

He started the engine and drove away. I rushed to my car and followed him until the ‘You are leaving Charming’ sign. I stopped at the side of the road and watched the red taillights of his bike until they disappear on the road.

     I swear to gawd Tsurugi has a sixth sense for money. Seeing Mahiru about to put a coin into some sort of box (I’m assuming a donation box or so) He just freaks out like WAIT!!! I KNOW OF A DESPERATE POOR PERSON WHO NEEDS MONEY RIGHT NOW. THE PERSON WHO DESPERATELY NEEDS MONEY IS RIGHT BEFORE YOU. ITS ME. And then he just walks off with the coin he got from Mahiru happy as can be because he probably got 500 yen or some BS amount xD as he is the poor person in need of money, ofc… xD

So I got the day off from work and I’m glad because it is slow af, I don’t have any appointments, and the weather is poopy. I feel partly sabotaged but I know the other part is me/the time of the season right now. Plus I desperately need some me-time after driving out of town for some family stuff on my other day off and having to spend my next day off with my coworker’s still for team bonding. I feel guilty about being happy to take the day off but I know I need it.


Request:  Hi! Could i request another Wally west imagine? One where y/n and Wally are dating and instead of Iris getting the glass in her shoulder its y/n and Wally is by her side the whole time and cant forgive himself? Thanks! Btw the other one was fantastic

A/N: This one took agessss, every time I sat down to write it I just couldn’t figure out what to do. I hope it’s ok! And sorry for the wait!

The car flew off the newly contorted road and you felt as if your breath had been taken from you. Instinctively you step forward, desperate to see if Wally was alright. Terror shook you as you witnessed the car, now completely upside down. There was no way he could survive that fall, and the thought petrified you, but as quickly as it came, another replaced it. A thought that took place in the sight of a streak of lightning.

He was here, The Flash. Hope filled you as you saw the red streak charge towards your boyfriend, placing him safely on the ground. Your focus was intent upon the duo as a smile slipped onto your lips. You could still feel your heart pounding away, but he was safe now.

The screams of those around you shook you from your pleasant revelry and you quickly looked back towards the car and it’s shrapnel, all of which were hurtling towards you. Your eyes widened in shock and you couldn’t help but scathingly scold yourself for not having paid attention earlier.

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Harry didn’t know how it all happened. He didn’t know how their love could crash down like this. How something so great could change within so little time.

They had something so special. It was like a love story in the movies. It was that type of love people would write poems and songs about. And Harry did write songs about their love. Y/N became his greatest inspiration and somehow all the songs he wrote since he met her were about Y/N.
They both were sure that they would be together forever. But something between them happened and now they weren’t so sure about their always and forever together.

It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other anymore, they still loved each other more than words could ever describe.
But they didn’t tell each other anymore. The last time they said those three little words felt like a lifetime ago. The last time they made love is even longer ago.
But that wasn’t their only problem. Everything stopped. Everything that made a relationship stopped. No loving gazes from accross the room, no gentle touches when no one was looking, no hugs, no kisses and no love making. Nothing.
To say that they both missed all of that was an understatement but they both never made a move towards each other.

They weren’t even fighting or anything like that. They were just distant. It’s like they both built a mile high wall around them and they couldn’t climbe it. Something was separating them but they both did not know what that something was.
Maybe it was because they weren’t talking to each other. There were no deep conversations. Everything they talked about was either about dirty dishes or simple good mornings and good nights.
Maybe it was because the ‘honeymoon phase’ people talk about was over. But it wasn’t possible that every loving touch, look and all those sweet words stopped. Right?

Harry had to admit that they both have been incredibly busy lately. Harry had so much stuff to do no matter if it was working on new music for his solo career or filming a movie.
But Harry wasn’t the only one who was busy. Y/N had so many things to do in her job that she sometimes felt like she hasn’t got any time for herself and especially not for anyone else.
But that couldn’t be why they were acting so strange. Harry has been on tour for eight months a year and even then they never felt like they were apart.

Now that Harry was finally really on break he thought that everything would change. He thought that they would get back to being the happy couple they were. But that didn’t happen.
Nothing changed and if he was quite honest it didn’t seem like anything would change in the near future.

What hurt him the most was that he didn’t think she felt the same way he did.
Every day they start their day without a good morning kiss it broke his heart.
Every day that ended without a good night kiss he felt his heart aching.
But he didn’t think she felt that way as well. She never seemed like she cared about it.
She did, though. She felt just as sad and confused about it like he did.
They both were just to stubborn. Never did one of them make a move and talk about all the issues between them.
The problem was that they both were to scared about what would happen when they would actually talk. Would they fight? Cry? Break up?
It seemed like a happy end wasn’t possible for the both of them. They drifted so far apart that they felt like they can’t get back to the place they once have been in.
It hurt them both so much but they didn’t dare and talk about it. The thought of losing each other completely was just unbearable and too scary.
They both knew that they had to talk about it some time, though. They couldn’t keep going like this, it was tearing the both of them apart.
The problem was that no one wanted to take the first step.

During one certain night something snapped in Harry. Maybe it was the wine the both of them were sipping on on their couch in the living room earlier, while watching some late night tv. Or maybe it was just his broken heart that finally had enough.
He was sitting on the bed the both of them were sharing for years now, and strolled through his phone when he saw it. The photo he had as background. A photo of him and Y/N kissing, on the beach when the sunset shone in the most beautiful shades of orange, pink and a bit of red. He remembered that day. It was during their first vocation together in greece. They were so happy and so in love and they were never able to keep their hands to them selves.
He missed that. Goodness, how he missed that time. He wished he could just close his eyes and concentrate on that certain moment and when he opened his eyes again he was sitting at the beach with his arm around Y/Ns shoulder.
But no matter how much he wished he could go back to that moment, he couldn’t. He was living here in the now. And right now he and Y/N were so far away from being happy again.

Y/N emerged their ensuite bathroom with a towel around her body and wet hair that was flowing down her shoulders.
And Harry looked at her. He really looked at her. She was still the most beautiful thing he ever saw. Nothing changed about the feeling he got when he looked at her.
But she didn’t look at him. She made her way to the drawer and pulled out some panties and a oversized shirt she could wear to sleep.
That shirt wasn’t his shirt. She always used to wear his shirts because they were fitting so loosely on her body and they were so comfy to sleep in.
And she never used to go back into the bathroom to change. But somehow she felt like it wasn’t appropriate to change in front of him. He felt like almost a stranger to her. And it scared the hell out of her.
“Love?” he called out to her before she could enter the bathroom again.
His voice sounded so husky and raspy and so… foreign. She did not hear it for so long. And he never called her ‘love’ anymore. She didn’t feel like his 'love’ anymore. But hearing that nickname roll off his tongue felt so good. Y/N stopped right at the doorway of the bathroom and turned around to look at him. Actually look at him.
“Yeah?” she asked with a little voice.
He didn’t remember her voice being so sweet. He missed her voice. He missed everything about her.
Harry sat up from his half lying position and put the phone he earlier dropped to his bare chest on the bedside table.
“Can you maybe sit down for a minute?” he asked almost shyly, in fear she would reject his attempt to talk.
But to his surprise she nodded immediately, mumbled a quick 'of course’, and sat down at the edge of the bed. She looked at him expectantly, and almost a bit nervously. She knew what was coming now. And that would most definetaly not be comfortable.
Harry moved so he was sitting right beside her with his front facing her.
“What is happening with us?” he whispered softly.
Y/Ns eyes snapped to his and they both felt like the world was stopping right in this moment. They were both so scared of what was to come after this conversation.
“I don’t know, Harry.”
Harry watched as the first tear rolled down her cheek. This conversation was hard enough but seeing her crying was too much.
“Hey, what you’re crying for?”
He scooted closer to her and took one of her small hands in his. He didn’t remember her hands being so small and soft. He didn’t hold her hand in months.
“I’m so scared, Harry. I don’t want to break up.” she sniffled and looked down at their intertwined hands.
Even though it was such a simple and innocent touch it felt so intimate when Harry stroked with his thumb over the skin of her hand.
“We don’t have to break up, love. I don’t want that either.”
“Then what are we going to do? Keep going like this? I think we both know that that won’t work.” she sighed and stroked the wet hair back from her face.
“We won’t keep going like this. It’s not healthy and I think we both aren’t happy right now.”
“But are we ever going to be happy again?” she asked so lowly he almost didn’t catch it.
He didn’t know the answer to her question. He wished that he could just scream out that yes, they are going to be happy again. But he couldn’t because he didn’t know if it was true. He wished so desperately that it was the truth and they would get back to being happy but if he was quite honest right now he wasn’t sure if that was possible.
“I don’t know, love. But I’ll do everything I can to fix this. We just need to talk to each other.”
Y/N shook her head and turned her face so that he couldn’t see the tears that kept streaming down her face.
“I don’t think we will fix anything with talking.”
Harry felt like someone punched him in the throat at her words. She lost hope. She doesn’t think they can fix this.
“What do you mean?” he whispered because he wasn’t quite sure if he could trust his voice.
“This is going on for so long, Harry. I’m not sure if we can fix any of this.”
She looked at him again and wished she wouldnt have. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and his lip was wobbling. It broke her heart.
“Please don’t cry.” she whispered and cupped his cheek with her free hand.
Her own tears were still flowing and a occasional sniffle left her body. It was tearing them apart to see each other like that.
“I love you.” he sobbed.
“And I love you.”
“But that’s enough, right? We love each other. That has to be enough.”
“I don’t know, Harry. We didn’t actually act like we loved each other lately.”
Harry shook his head violently and scooted even closer to her.
“We will get through this. I know we will. Every couple goes through something bad every once in a while. We will make it work again, we just have to communicate.”
Y/N looked at him for a long moment before she shook her head again.
“What? Do you want to throw away what we had?”
“I think we did that a long time ago.”
“No! No, we did not. Please, don’t end it.”
“I don’t want to end it.” she shook her head. “But… I think-”
“No! Please just give me another chance. I promise you that I can make you happy again.”
Y/N took a deep breath and sighed it out through her nose. She didn’t believe that it was possible to be happy again with him. She wanted to believe it, she really did. But she couldn’t.
“Harry did you ever think about why that all happened? We made something else our top priority instead of each other. We stopped caring about each others feelings. We did everything we shouldn’t do.”
“But that doesn’t matter! Let’s just forget all about the last few months. Yes, we’ve been busy and we didn’t make any time or effort for each other but you’re still the most important person in my life.”
“I don’t think we can forget all about this.”
“But we can try. Please.” he sobbed and Y/N felt her heart breaking for the man in front of her again.
She loved him. She loved him so goddamn much but she wasn’t sure if that was enough. But the thought of losing him was to hurtful.
She looked at him for a few moments before she sighed and closed her eyes. They can get through this. Right?
She opened her eyes again after a few seconds and found Harry already looking at her with tear stained cheeks and a trembling lip. She hesitated before she wrapped him in a tight hug and nuzzled her face into his neck.
That was once her favourite place. He always smelled so good there, and she loved how she could press so many kisses to his skin there. It was her paradise. She hoped it will be her paradise again.
Harry wrapped his arms around her body so tightly that he was almost scared she couldn’t breath anymore but the fact that she nuzzled herself closer to him calmed him down.
The last time they shared a hug was so long ago. They both missed it so much it was incredible.
“I love you so much.” he whispered against her skin and she felt goosebumps rising on her skin from his lips touching her skin.
“I love you too.”

It took them at least ten minutes to pull back from their embrace again. When they did they both had stopped crying but still felt miserable.
“You know that it will take a very long time for us to get to a better place, right?” she asked.
“I do.” he nodded.
“And you’re sure you want to stick around that long?”
“Of course, I’m sure. I won’t leave you. I love you too much to ever leave you.”
Y/N gave him a small smile and nodded. It woud be hard and it would take so much time but it didn’t matter. She wanted to fix it. She wanted to be able to love him in every way again.
“Could you…”
“What, my love?” he asked and nudged her cheek gently with his finger.
“Could you maybe kiss me?” she asked shyly and looked down at her lap.
A smile spread on Harrys cheek at how cute she was.
“Of course, lovely.”
He leaned in just a bit and they connected their lips in a gentle kiss. Harrys hands moved from his lap to her waist and he pulled her closer to him. Her hands were in his hair, pulling at the short strands and holding his head in place so he couldn’t move away. Not that he wanted to anyway.
They kissed for so long and only separated when they needed air. They needed that. They needed that so desperately.

When they finally pulled away from each other Y/N was sitting on Harrys lap and Harrys hair was messier than ever.
“I won’t let anything separate us.” he whispered and stroked her cheek gently.
“Me neither.”
They smiled at each other and for once in basically forever everything felt okay again. They weren’t okay yet but that was okay. They will get there because they were finally on the same page again. It will take time and it will be hard but they wanted to make it work again. And now they knew for sure that everything would be alright again. They will have a future together.
“Umm, I know that probably sounds absolutely stupid but maybe… Maybe it would be good to make some rules?” he said shyly and looked up at her.
“That sounds good. Let’s do it.”
He smiled and nodded.
“Never going to bed angry.” she started.
“Never going to bed without a kiss.”
“Never standing up from this bed without a kiss in the morning.”
“Talking about our feelings.”
“Being there for each other. Always.”
“Always.” he agreed.
“Spending time with each other.”
“Going out on dates.”
“Having sex.”
“Oh god, yes. That’s probably the most important rule.”
Y/N slapped his chest jokingly and laughed.
“I really miss having sex with you, mister.” she admitted shyly and a blush rose on her cheeks.
“Believe me, me too.” he grinned and pecked her lips.
“You think we can stick to these rules?” he asked in a whisper.
“I do. S'not that hard, innit?”
“No it isn’t.”
Y/N leaned down to kiss his pink lips again. They separated after a few moments and pressed their foreheads together.
“I promise to always love you.” Harry whispered and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.
“I promise to always love you.” she whispered back and sealed the promise with a kiss.