as glad as i am that the two finally have a tag

Give Me Polyamorous Power Couple Hamliza Or Give Me Death

~Eliza growing up having constant crushes on both men and women and trying to articulate what she wanted to Angelica but never being able to explain it the way she wanted

~When she’s in a relationship: “I want her” “But you’re dating Peter” “I want him too” “But you have to choose” “Why do I have to choose?” When she’s not in a relationship: “Ooh, Liza’s got a crush! Spill it!” “Well, there’s Arthur and his girlfriend, and Sally and her girlfriend, and Jason, and Mary…” “Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, how many crushes can you have?” “Shush, I’m not done”

~When she meets Alexander and quickly falls into her most serious relationship ever she expects the multiple crush thing to stop (Spoiler alert: it doesn’t)

~Eliza feels like a horrible girlfriend because she’s so happy with Alex but then Susan from work will start up a conversation with her in the break room and she’s instantly all heart eyes

~Tearfully she admits it to Alex one night and he’s thrilled because “no there’s nothing wrong with you I promise!!!! You’re just polyamorous!!!!”

~They spend the rest of the night talking about it

~Eliza needs some time to adjust since she’s spent so much time trying to push it aside that she doesn’t really know what else to do but Alex is very helpful

~The first time she tells him about Susan he’s instantly chanting ask her out over and over until she’s laughing and blushing at his antics

~Half a year later and Eliza is subtly sending Alex updates from her dates while he sends her multiple thumbs up emojis and does the same with his own

~She also sets up him and Angelica and when Angelica gets confused about it she’s like you need to stop sacrificing yourself, let yourself be happy

~They share embarrassing stories about him with each other

~He meets John and them after Eliza in this one and it’s all separately

~Hercules comes first because Eliza’s father invited them to a fancy dinner party and Alex needs a suit and since he’s not well educated on these things yet she comes along to help

~Hercules is instantly smitten with Alex and Alex is instantly 😍 because “Eliza look at him!!! He looks like a damn quarterback but he’s so sweet and gentle!!!!” “Either you ask him out or I will”

~Hercules not-so-subtly likes guiding Alex around even though he thinks he’s being smooth

~“Alex there was really no point for him to put his hands on your waist like that, he could’ve told you to just move to the side one step” “… Yeah but did you see how well they fit there he could probably lift me up so easily” “Wow you’re so easy” “Do I need to bring up that cute barista the other day” “pLEASE DO WE HAVE A DATE THIS WEEKEND”

~By the end of the time there Alex is going out to lunch with a pleased but confused Hercules and Eliza is eagerly awaiting every cute picture and text

~From then on he has to deal with both Eliza and Alex stealing his clothes but he can’t really fight since they both look so cute in his sweaters

~The rest come really quickly after that

~Lafayette meets Hercules before the others because they come in requesting a special dress to be made and Hercules is Gone

~“You… You want a dress with a full skirt… But when you pick at a stitch on it the dress falls down into a ball gown?” “Yes, exactly!” “Can I ask why?” “Why? Well, chéri, it’s because I must ensure that I always am prepared for any eventuality and at the top of that list is a need to always look beautiful but entirely unattainable. Oh, that reminds me! It needs to be floor length with my being in eight-inch heels, I have a pair with me so you can measure accurately” “Oh holy shit”

~It takes them exactly one weekend to be brought into the relationship (Alex sees them and instantly is stunned into silence, Eliza flirts and within two minutes they’re already co-conspirators)

~John is next and he struggles with his sexuality and anything that comes from it so he’s very much in the closet when they meet

~John and Alex immediately are best friends and Alex tries asking him out but John very quickly refuses him and Alex takes a step back

~The combined power of the four of them helps to bring John out of his shell even though he’s very shy about it all so they’re respectful and let him suggest everything and move their relationship forward in his own time

~The first time he asks to spend the night with all of them there’s a little fight over who gets to sleep next to him

~Eliza and Hercules win, Lafayette and Alex pout

~Aaron and Theodosia Burr AKA Theo, Eliza, and Lafayette kill and the rest of them are literally powerless against them

~Dates are really fun with them because now there’s enough people to go on group dates and everyone can have a supposed other instead of it being just the mess of them (They still do it as the whole of them, its just more fun to have the people think they’re all separate couples then watch as they get more affectionate as the night goes on)

~Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the Washingtons

~George favors Alex and Laf, Martha favors Eliza, Angelica, and Theo, George is platonic with John, Hercules, Aaron, and the girls, Martha is platonic with everyone but her girls and sometimes Alex and Lafayette (She likes showing off that she’s perfectly capable of stealing them away from him but is graciously letting them stay with him. George jokes back and tries to rally Laf and Alex to joke too but they need time to come back to that plane of existence)

~WEEKEND TRIPS AT MOUNT VERNON WITH EVERYONE

~Eliza and Alex get so many kisses and cuddles since they’re the heart of it all

~Alex dragging everyone outside to look at the stars

~Lots of hot chocolate when Alex drags them outside

~Lots of spiked hot chocolate when they think Martha isn’t looking

~She totally knows since John keeps giggling but she let’s them have fun

~THOMAS JEFFERSON

~Eliza starts flirting with him to bug Alex

~Eventually she starts flirting with him for Alex no matter what he says

~“Look at the tension good god” “Betsey I swear…”

~Eliza has a near constant stream of frustrated texts from George

~“Eliza I’m suffering” “What is it this time, dear?” “They’re arguing again and they look two seconds away from making out” “I’m working on it. Have patience” “I can’t have patience anymore I can’t have meetings because this happens in every one”

~All the hate sex

~All the Jeffmads+Alex hate sex (I would include Aaron but the frustrations are over Washington but Aaron knows why Alex is favored by him and has worked out his own balance with George so he’s not jealous)

~Alex pulls them into the dynamic and they finally understand

~George doesn’t mind them finding out, he’s just glad the tension is gone (Though he has cut more than a few work days short because he walked in on them fucking on his desk because Alex wanted to tease him and he can’t handle that so he just walks out)

~There’s multiple incidents where they try to tease Angelica but she is Not Having It and takes great joy in showing them why

~Angelica Schuyler is my queen she wouldn’t handle any bullshit from them

~MARIA REYNOLDS PROTECTION SQUAD

~Elizabeth “If you touch one hair on my girl’s head I will personally kick your ass from here to California don’t test me” Schuyler

~Obviously she moves in with them immediately and spends every night sleeping between Alex and Eliza

~When things become too much in the city Eliza and her take a trip down to Mount Vernon for a girls-only retreat

~Maria and John never start a romantic relationship but they hit it off very quickly since they’re both abuse survivors (Her with James, him with his father) and John is more healed than she is but there’s wounds he’s still licking and sometimes its nice to just spend the day in silence with someone who understands that company is more important than conversation

~Eliza and Alex creating a crazy huge family for themselves which has confusing interconnecting romantic and platonic relationships but they love it so much they can’t describe it

~Whenever anyone asks about it Alex shows them the graph he’s made for them all

~Everyone has a specific color and one poor soul asks why he chose those colors and spends the next 45 minutes listening to him talking about why each of his signifs was given that very color choice

You Understand, Right?

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Bobby, John

Length: 1663+ words

TW: Suicide. Depression. Abandonment. Dean being a jerk. 

A/N: Another word vomit that I did when I couldn’t sleep last week. I just had the idea in my head for the whole night, and I knew if I didn’t write it down, I wouldn’t be able to remember it the next morning. So, here it is! Feedback is encouraged!

MASTERLIST


The thing about the Winchester family was that they collect family like one would collect dolls. They have a lot of family around the State, any of them willing to do anything for the brothers. They always had a saying. 

Family doesn’t end in blood.

Except it does. They can say it as many times as they want, but there isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for the family. Their blood family. 

You were 4 when you were collected by John, and shipped off to Bobby’s. You were basically raised alongside the brothers from then on. Sam being a year older than you, and his brother, Dean, being 5 years older than you.

You were 5 when Dean ran out of breakfast. Bobby, and John were gone on a hunt, leaving 10 year-old Dean in charge. There was half a single granola bar left, and he looked uneasily between you and Sam, both of you had complained about being hungry. He gave you a strange look, and even though you were 5, you knew what it meant. Afterall, John gave you the same look when he told you why you can’t come home to your parents. It was also the same look that Bobby gave you when you asked about your parents. The look of guilt. You turned away, not being able to handle the fact that his decision had already been made when he was 4, and the responsibility of Sam’s livelihood was thrusted into his hands.

“Not hungry,” you mumbled, despite your roaring stomach. Sam’s eyes lit up with glee as he snatched the snack from his brother’s hand, and you can see Dean’s face visibly relax.

“Sammy’s my responsibility. You understand, right?” Dean asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

You gave him a nod, hopping off the chair, and went back to your bed, hoping you can sleep away the hunger. 

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101 Writing Prompts

1. “I didn’t know you two were related.” “We didn’t either.”

2. “I’m not saying I’m gay, but I would be if they were asking.”

3. “I’ve tried my hardest to fall for you, but it’ll always be them.”

4. “I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.”

5. “I didn’t even want to come to this party. You lied to me about the pinata.”

6. “Spin the bottle is such a cliché. I’m in.”

7. “I have to go in there with you? I didn’t sign up to play 7 minutes in hell .”

8. “That’s not how you pronounce my name and I’m not even sure you tried.”

9. “Are you new here?” “We’ve been in the same math class for six years.”

10. “You really shouldn’t touch that… I told you.”

11. “I recognise you. Do you have a dog.”

12. “ You’ve never seen Harry Potter?

13. “Can’t we just lay here for a minute?”

14. “We have to stop running into each other like this.”

15. “Is it weird if I say that your dad’s really hot?”

16. “I know it’s 2am but can we meet up?”

17. “I don’t know how we ended up sleeping together but I know I’m mad about it.”

18. “Whatever you do, just don’t tell anybody!”

19. “I don’t come here often, it brings back unwanted memories.”

20. “They told me I’d forget about you; that I’d move on but it’s been three years and here I am.”

21. “I’ve waited so long for this moment, but now it’s here I don’t know how to feel.”

22. “You can’t just say that and then disappear!”

23. “I always hear my neighbour playing this beautiful music, but I’ve never actually met them.”

24. “Would it be alright if I pet your dog?”

25. “I’m so sorry to bother you this late but an owl got in my house and I have no idea how to get it out.”

26. “We can’t call the police! They’ll never believe us!”

27. “Why are you buying plane tickets? Are you leaving?”

28. “I swear I’ve seen them before in a dream.”

29. “I don’t want to be your partner either but we have to get this assignment done.”

30. “I never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand.”

31. “It’s your fault, and I don’t think this is something you can fix.”

32. “This isn’t easy for me either.”

33. “I would never do this to you if I didn’t have to. You know that, right?”

34. “Can you at least promise me that?” “I don’t think I can, not this time.”

35. “I’m sorry but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that.”

36. “On a scale of 1 to 10, how hard to you want me to hit you?”

37. “I’d be scared if I were you.”

38. “You can’t go in there alone .”

39. “This seems like a lot of effort to go to for a mediocre joke.”

40. “Delete that picture right now or Mr.Snuggles gets it!”

41. “You didn’t go through my photos did you?!”

42. “Uhhh, I went through your photos and I have some questions.”

43. “I swear to god, if you tag me in one more bad meme I’ll make you regret it.”

44. “I really want to kiss you right now. I know I shouldn’t, and somehow that makes me want it more.”

45. “You have individual ringtones for everyone? What’s mine?”

46. “ Why wouldn’t you lock the door?

47. “Did you know kissing burns calories?” “I’m happy with my weight, thanks.”

48. “Your bad pickup lines aren’t cute, they’re just bad.”

49. “I’ll give you fifty bucks if I can take you to Christmas dinner and tell my family we’re together. They always ask if I’m dating and I can’t have that conversation again.”

50. “I don’t think you’re ever too old for trick-or-treating.”

51. “We’re dressing up for Halloween this year and that’s final.”

52. “I forgot what we were fighting about in the first place.” “I didn’t.”

53. “Fuck you.” “Not with that attitude.”

54. “90% of people admit to having at least a slight bondage kink, and 10% are lying about it.”

55. “I don’t understand why you won’t just use a map on your phone.”

56. “You know my house has a door? You don’t always have to use the window.”

57. “The truth is, my friends dared me to ask you out, but I’m really glad they did.”

58. “You know, I was joking in that birthday card when I said I’d help you hide a body.”

59. “Can we please turn off this song.” “But it’s a masterpiece .”

60. “I’ve known you for two years and I think I’ve been saying your name wrong the whole time.”

61. “Wow, you really are blind!” “Thanks for the update, can I have my glasses back now?”

62. “It might be petty but you borrowed my pencil three weeks ago and I’m gonna need it back.”

63. “I think they have a crush on you, which sucks because I’m kinda into them.”

64. “Just go and talk to them, they dont bite!” “What if biting turns me on? If they dont do it then what’s the point?”

65. “You can’t say that in front of children!”

67. “Seven years old is practically an adult.”

68. “Dude I ordered this on eBay and you have to see what they sent me.”

69. “I didn’t realise it meant so much to you.”

70. “I wish I was sorry, but I don’t regret any of it.”

71. “My friend thinks you’re cute, personally I don’t get it but this isn’t about me right now.”

72. “Not everything is about you!” “Untrue.”

73. “You can pry it from my cold, dead hands.”

74. “This is why I hate family dinners! It always gets awkward.”

75. “This can only end two ways and neither of them are pretty.”

76. “Not everything can be butterflies and rainbows! Things get hard sometimes, that’s just how it is!”

77. “My mom told me I shouldn’t talk to strangers, and you’re definitely strange.”

78. “I can’t believe you fell asleep when I was showing you my favourite movie of all time.”

79. “You shouldn’t be out here alone, it’s dangerous.”

80. “I could lie here with you forever. I wish I didnt have to leave.”

81. “Everything’s changing and I hate it! I liked the way things were.”

82. “You look so incredible, if that didn’t look so good on you I’d probably tear it off.”

83. “Do you think they noticed that we left?”

84. “The funny thing is, you could have fixed this and you didn’t even try.”

85. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? I’m only asking because it hurt when I did and I thought I might have done it wrong.”

86. “That was super cheesy and I’m lactose intolerant.”

87. “You didn’t tell me you were gay!” “You didn’t tell me you weren’t.”

88. “Your friend told me you had a crush on me, I just wanted to let you know your friend is a snake.”

89. “Are you staring at me or are you staring past me?”

90. “If you we’re a guy/girl would you go out with me?” “I am a guy/girl.”

91. “Sounds stupid. When are we doing it?”

92. “Can we tell my parents that I’m at your house, just incase they get suspicious?”

93. “This is the part in the movie where we kiss or one of us dies. My fingers are crossed for option one.” “Speak for yourself.”

94. “I’m offended that you don’t have more faith in me but, honestly, it’s understandable given past experience.”

95. “Its just a blind date! What’s the worst that could happen?” “I could literally die.”

96. “I would light myself on fire to keep you warm and you wouldn’t even hand me a coat if I were freezing.”

97. “I trusted you, and so I guess I should have seen this coming.”

98. “I had a really weird sex dream about you and I’m not sure how I feel about it, honestly.”

99. “Okay, but this is the last time I bail you out!”

100. “All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop I’m going to kiss you.”

101. “I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

Kiss Cam (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which you volunteer to go to a basketball game with the guys and end up in an uncomfortable situation.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,351

A/N: Anon requested: Kiss cam at a college game for lessons in love deleted scenes. This takes place between “The Little Things (Part Two)” and “The Get Together”

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

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Originally posted by hopeinloveinfinity

“Thanks for coming tonight,” Steve says as the two of you walk together to the concession stand. “I owe you.”

“No you don’t.”

He takes your hand, blue eyes steadily staring back at you. “Y/N, you voluntarily chose to come to this game with me so I wouldn’t be stuck with Bucky and Sam. I owe you, big time.”

He makes a good point when he phrases it like that. No one likes to go out alone with Sam and Bucky. They value their sanity far too much for that. “Buy me some snacks and you can consider your debt repaid.”

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Smart Mouth

Pairing: Alexander x Reader

Requested?: Yeah buddy!

Prompt: “owo what’s this?- I mean can I request a Alex x Reader where they argue A LOT and Alex ends up confessing to R in one of the arguments pls??”

Words: 2.4k+ (my longest one so far)

Dedications: Huge thanks to my best friend @helplesslylins and my twin @secretschuylersister for helping through this long process and proofreading for me! I love you both <3 Also, @fragmentofmymind I know you’ve been waiting for this so here you go ;) Lastly, @shinymarbles I think this was your request but if it wasn’t then sorry for the tag!

(A/N: So glad this is finally done, I hope you enjoy!)

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“You’re impossible, Alexander!” You groaned, rubbing your temples and turning away from the short-tempered man. It was barely 9 am and he was already at your throat over your choice of cereal. Well, the cereal wasn’t for you, it was for the guy who was currently lounging in your bed after a rather fun hook up.

“I’m just saying. Anybody who willingly asks for Cheerios must be clinically insane.” Alexander shrugged, sipping what was probably his 5th cup of coffee.

“You know, maybe if you didn’t chug coffee so much, you could reach the top shelf of a bookcase.” You brushed past Alexander, going down the hall towards your room.

“I’m not short! I’m vertically challenged!” He yelled after you, grumbling as you disappeared into the room.

Your relationship with Alexander was…complicated, for a lack of better words. You were friends, though based off the amount you guys argued anyone would think you hated each other. The bickering between you two was at an all time high as of recently and it was confusing you. Something as simple as a movie selection ended up in a 20 minute debate that only came to a conclusion thanks to Herc grabbing the remote and picking something. Alex’s usual light teasing tone was now masked with another emotion that you couldn’t decipher. There’s a clear shift and you weren’t sure how to go about it.

Soon after he finished his cereal and got your number, the man who’s name you now knew as James left your apartment. The door could barely shut before Alex was speaking again.

“Sex was probably mediocre at best.” He called over his shoulder, eyes on the computer as he typed away furiously. You sighed and rested your forehead on the door before turning to face him.

“It was actually great, want a play-by-play?” You sauntered over to him, standing in front of his computer and crossing your arms. Alex made a show of gagging before covering his mouth.

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Father’s Day

I just wanted to write a little feel-good fic for Father’s Day. I know not everyone will get/want to celebrate it, but I hope this will at least make you smile. Enjoy!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: This is going to take place post-game, the summer after everything happens. This is also an AU where everyone’s alive and well because I want them to be happy lmaoo. 


The last thing Sojiro expected when he trekked into Leblanc was a bunch of teenagers greeting him, especially when it was this early in the morning.

“Happy Father’s Day!” they cheered.

“Whoa, what’re you kids doing up so early?” 

“We came to celebrate, duh!” Futaba explained.

Haru’s dainty voice chimed like bells. “You did so much to help not only Akira, but us as well, so we wanted to express our gratitude!”

Sojiro shyly rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t have to do that; it was nothing.”

“C’mon, Boss, don’t be like that. You covered for us, so we gotta do somethin’ to thank ya for savin’ our asses,” Ryuji insisted.

“We agreed on Destinyland as our location, did we not? Perhaps I should have brought my sketchbook…”

“Dude, focus. If ya keep tryin’ to draw everything, you’ll miss out on the moments that matter. Plus you always end up gettin’ lost when ya run around sketchin’ everything…”

“Hm, you have provided me with some valuable insight. Thank you, Ryuji. I will carefully ponder over your words,” Yusuke mused.

“Y-yeah, go for it.”

Sojiro shook his head. “Now just hold on a minute. Nothing’s been decided yet. What about the shop? And how are we supposed to afford tickets?”

Ann spoke up next. “Don’t worry, the shop will still be here when we come back! And we all saved up from our summer jobs, though Haru and Akira contributed the most…”

Futaba nodded. “We even have enough for food and souvenirs! Pleeeease Sojiro?”

The manager crossed his arms. “Well…”

Just then, the tinkling bells from the front door of the cafe interrupted, and everyone focused their attention on the visitor.

Akechi stood at the entrance, analyzing everyone’s reactions. “Oh, am I interrupting something? My apologies; I have the day off, so I was going to enjoy a cup of delicious coffee to start the day… I’ll be off now.”

“Wait,” Akira demanded just as Akechi turned on his heel. “I was just about to text you.”

The detective’s curiosity was piqued. “Really? Is something the matter?”

Akira nodded, his ebony hair bouncing from the action. “Yeah, and it’s something only you can help with.”

“…Very well. Please, go on.”

The bespectacled boy procured a slip of paper from his pocket. “There’s a ticket to Destinyland with your name on it, so we were hoping you’d join us to celebrate Father’s Day.”

Akechi’s chestnut eyes widened. “F-Father’s Day? And you wish for me to accompany you all…?” He fidgeted from his internal conflict. “…Is that truly wise?”

Sojiro peeked at the boy for a moment, then he sighed. “I don’t like that everyone’s just deciding everything, but you’re just as much a part of this family as any of these rascals.” Sojiro smirked. “If you don’t like that reason, then consider it as thanks for your loyal patronage.”

“It couldn’t hurt to have one more level-headed person assist me with supervising you all to make sure you don’t cause trouble,” Makoto added.

“Hey! We ain’t gonna cause trouble on Boss’s special day,” Ryuji scowled. He turned his attention to Akechi. “So whaddaya say, man? You in?”

Akechi was speechless. He waited tensely for the bellows of laughter and a ‘just kidding!’…

But it never came.

He glanced around at everyone, desperately attempting to uncover the hidden practical joke, but all that greeted him were their sincere faces and encouraging nods. Akechi took a deep breath. “…All right. I accept your invitation.” He hesitated and smiled bashfully. “…I hope we’ll make good memories together.”

The group erupted into a thunderous cheer, and Akechi was baffled yet again from their enthusiasm; he had expected disappointment. Sojiro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Glad to have you on board, son.” He turned to the rest of them. “You all brought the van, right? C’mon, I’ll drive. Oh, and can you get my camera from behind the counter, Futaba?” He shook his head as he pivoted to open the door. “Jeez, I can’t believe you troublemakers are dragging me into this.”

Futaba reprimanded him. “Quit your whining, old man! Now let’s make like a rocket and blast off to Destinyland!”

“H-hey, who’re you calling ‘old man’?” Sojiro chuckled. “Never thought I’d have so many kids to look after.” He turned to Akira. “This is your fault, you know.”

Akira mischievously smirked. “Love you, dad.”

Sojiro sighed yet again. He was used to Akira’s shenanigans by now. “Yeah, yeah. Just hop in the van before I change my mind.”

“You guys are so lucky,” Morgana complained.

“Don’t worry; we’ll be sure to purchase souvenirs and take lots of pictures! Maybe we could have sushi delivered here and have our own private celebration tonight!” Haru reassured him.

Even though he acted tough, Sojiro was deeply touched by their gratitude and admiration for him. He didn’t think he did anything to warrant such feelings, but he definitely wasn’t complaining either.

The group chatted and played in the van on the way there, and Sojiro thought he was going to go insane. He nearly turned back when Ann and Ryuji were bickering, and they both nearly toppled out of the vehicle.

“Who’s the genius that thought it was a good idea to have those two next to each other?!” Sojiro exclaimed.

Makoto brainstormed punishments for the group’s inevitable misconduct with Akechi. “I-isn’t that a bit extreme?” he implored.

“Not at all. Would you like to hear the more severe ones I had in mind?”

Akechi gulped. “…You truly are a formidable woman.”

Futaba was teaching Yusuke about the aesthetics of memes.

“Interesting. Amphibians and cartoonish sea creatures seem to have great appeal to the people of the Internet. Shall I incorporate this in my next piece…?”

“Go for it, Inari. Oh, and show me when you’re done!”

Haru was discussing her ideas for her cafe with Sojiro, and he even offered some advice and tactics to earn loyalty from customers. 

Akira merely chuckled and teased everyone whenever he joined in on their conversations. Everyone laughed and played car games together until they arrived.

Eager to get things rolling, they assembled at the entrance and were guided through the bag check. After they made it through, they went all out.

The very first thing they did was purchase animal ear headbands, somehow managing to convince Sojiro to wear his. They stayed together as a group by holding hands or linking arms the entire time, and they took turns snapping pictures of each other. 

Yusuke was inflicted with motion sickness from the spinning teacup ride, and Akechi felt queasy himself, so the duo leaned on each other and moped while everyone else purchased ice cream; they even returned with extra for Akechi and Yusuke. The two refused at first, but when Futaba threatened to eat their share, somehow they were magically cured from their ailments, and they had no further qualms with digging in. 

Ironically, the kids had to look after Sojiro at one point due to single moms hitting on him. Akira and Futaba cringed together and pried him away.

“Hey! The adults were talking!” he complained as he was dragged away.

“Can it, dad. This is for your own good,” Futaba replied.

“D-dad?” One thing Sojiro couldn’t get used to was his nickname. Everyone in the group had called him that at one point, including Akechi.

Speaking of which, while the group took a brief bathroom break, Akechi stayed behind with Sojiro to thank him for allowing him to tag along.

“Don’t worry about it, son. You’re one of us now, so feel free to come to me if you’re ever in a tight spot, all right?”

Akechi felt his throat clench as he nodded, and he was exuberant beyond words to finally say that he had a ‘family’, as well as a ‘father’.

Sojiro felt something similar. He joined the merry laughter of the kids; he tag-teamed with Ryuji and boldly sat in the front seat of the roller-coasters; he protected the girls from leering creeps that approached them; he discussed fashion and gave advice to Akechi; he photographed everything so that Yusuke could use it as a reference for his art; he ruffled Akira’s hair whenever he sassed him; he even carried Futaba on his shoulders so she could see the vibrant parade. 

Sojiro honestly surprised himself with how much he treasured these kids. They spontaneously paid for an extravagant celebration to simply thank him for doing what any decent father would do.

Father, huh?

He glanced around at the kids’ beaming faces as they linked arms with him and wandered about in search of their next target: the water ride.

…Heh, not bad.

The group played for hours ensuring that they rode on everything, and they were absolutely drenched from repeatedly riding the water attraction. They purchased all the pretense shots from the rides, and they snickered at their ridiculous poses and faces. In one of the shots, they all agreed beforehand to appear completely unamused and stoic, and the result was completely worth it. 

As soon as they were seated in the van, everyone passed out, and they slept throughout the journey home while leaning on one another. Some of them quietly snored and snuggled with each other. Sojiro impulsively smiled at the sight and shook his head.

Jeez… it’s Father’s Day and I’m the one doing all the work.

He also thought about how these kids never had a proper father figure in their lives, and he felt indignant for their sake. 

It’s their loss for missing out on these kids. But I nearly did the same since I didn’t think it was my problem…

Sojiro recalled the exciting events of the day, and he peered at the sleeping kids once again. His eyes began to tear up.

What a stupid way of thinking… They were looking out for me even when there was a chance that I wouldn’t have done the same.

He wiped the tears spilling from his eyes.

Thank you. I’m honored to be your father.

Erased - The Forgotten Series - Pt. 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This is the sequel to the gif blurb Forgotten. I had never planned on continuing this story, but you guys seemed to want more. Now it’s been a while, so I hope you’re still needy. Hope this doesn’t ruin the first part. I’m nervous about this one.

Feedback welcome and appreciated 

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Surprise, bitch

So, the process of tracking AO3 output has gotten a lot more time-consuming since the fandom expanded (the amount of new fics per month has tripled!) and I haven’t made a new post in a couple of months, but I’m still here. I may be crying over some of these weird-ass ship combinations y’all come up with, but I will survive.

Here’s where we stand as of the end of January:

If you’re reading this and going “WAIT, THAT DOESN’T MATCH WHAT AO3 SAYS!” then ding ding ding, you are correct.

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Model Behavior

Summary: Jack is getting ready to do a photo shoot for Alicia’s friend.  Bitty comes along to keep him company, when Bitty suddenly becomes the model. Jack’s reaction to the photo is… interesting.  A quick little ficlet which takes place during Jack’s senior year.  Also on AO3


Jack hated photo shoots. Absolutely hated them, but Alicia had a favor called in and he found himself in a position of not being able to say no. And so, begrudgingly, Jack Zimmermann was on his way to Boston for a one-day shoot.

“Like an actual shoot shoot?” Bitty asked wide-eyed as he told him about it over some ginger peach pie the evening before.

“Yeah. It’s for some clothing line. They’re going to dress me up like a puppet and then I have to stand there, and smile like an idiot.”

“I dunno, it sounds so fun to me. I’d love to model!” Bitty said then sighed, “Alas, I am vertically challenged.”

“Euh… do you want to come with me?” Jack asked pushing his pie around the plate with his fork.

“Really? And like watch?!” Bitty practically bounced off his seat.

“I guess so, Bittle. Don’t make me take it back.”

“No! I’ll behave. I promise! It’s going to be so much fun.”

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The Name Game

This is ridiculous, not gonna lie. Just a little Dean drabble that came to mind last night, when I was exhausted, and I literally gave myself the giggles. So imagine that Dean x reader are just as exhausted, and that things are just as stupid funny to them as they were to me when my mind came up with this… 

I’m so sorry :D


You feel the mattress give as he crawls beneath the covers, and you smile, still mostly asleep. He’s home. He’s safe.

He’s warm and solid behind you, one arm sneaking its way under your arm, angling up across your body to your shoulder as he spoons up close behind you. A contented sigh ruffles your hair a little as he drops a kiss to your head. “Glad you’re home,” you murmur, and he gives you a squeeze.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he says, and you love the way his voice makes his chest rumble against you. Something else is nudging against you, too, and you can’t help smiling.

“Seems like Little Dean is happy to see me, too,” you tease, and he chuckles.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that,” he says, his voice rich and lazy, sleepy.

“About what?”

“You always call him Little Dean. Hurts his feelings.”

You giggle softly. “I mean he’s little compared to – your whole self. You doof.”

“Well, he thinks he deserves a better name. Something a little more – impressive.”

You turn to your back, the silly grin on your face matching the one on his. “Oh, really. Well, does he have any suggestions?”

“A couple.”

“Please – enlighten me.” Dean’s eyes are shining with amusement, that fourteen-year-old self inside him that loves to be naughty is just dying to come out and play, and you love that side of him.

“Well, he gave me a list. Are you ready?”

“Please,” you sputter, almost giggling already.

“Well, these are pretty – meh, if you ask me, but – The Boss. The Sniper Rifle. The Specialist. Master Blaster. The Wench Wrench. But he’d prefer one of the top two.”

You almost choke trying to contain your laughter, you can barely speak. “Please, tell me the top picks. I can’t wait.”

Dean turns to his side to face you, both of you barely containing yourselves. Dean starts talking twice before he manages to stifle his laughter enough to continue. “Okay. Brace yourself. His favorites are: Mr. Happy Fun Time…”

A smothered explosion of giggles spews out between your lips, and you clamp them shut as your body shakes with laughter. Your voice is high-pitched and forced as you ask, “And? The other one?”

Dean’s entire face is twitching with the effort to contain himself, and you keep letting out little whines, laughter that is leaking out despite your efforts to stifle it for just one more minute.

“Sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes. Please.”

“The Jackhammer of Love.”

Aaaaaand you’re both done. Neither of you has laughed this hard in – well, you can’t remember when. There are tears streaming down your face, your stomach aches, and still you can’t stop. And hearing Dean laugh like this, well – this is the best.

You both finally calm down, panting for breath, an occasional giggle starting you up again for a few moments here and there. Dean pulls you close for a kiss, your lips smiling against his. “So – what’s the verdict?” he asks, and you look into his eyes, still shining with mirth.

“Oh, I’m sorry – but I’m gonna have to sleep on that one.”

He pulls you close, letting out a big, exhausted sigh. “Fair enough. But I’m pretty sure he’s gonna be expecting an answer in the morning.”


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Second Chance - Part Two

Originally posted by reyskyvalker

Wow. The response I’ve gotten is just…wow. I can’t even. I am so glad that y’all are enjoying this as much as I am! Thank you so much for your comments and likes and reblogs. You are all amazing! Here is the second chunk! I hope everyone continues to enjoy the story! Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the next part!

Also, thanks again to @sannvers for editing and to @mmegaston for doing a final proofread!

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 5,479

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

Tagging: @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night  @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @leah5684 @princessbelgoof

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Princess

Peter Hale x Reader

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You have a major crush on Peter Hale, but, because of the Pack, you have to keep it a secret. One day, when he comes to your house injured, you are not able to hide it any more and comes clean to him.

Word Count: 1560


Being ordinarily human in a town crowded with supernatural creatures could be pretty boring sometimes; especially when all of your friends saw you as a fragile thing who could get broken if exposed to a high amount of shit. It was stupid, though. You were not a doll or anything related, for God’s sake; plus, even though fighting was not your thing, you could help on other stuff, like cleaning and bandaging the injured. Your aunt Melissa had taught you a lot of medical stuff, making you perfect for this task. However, bone killer Scott shut you out entirely, pledging you were too young to be on this life.

“As if I cared!” You snorted, angry. “Fucking Scott. Fucking rules. Fuck! Fuck!”

You threw, bored, the remote control on the couch’s corner, giving up on finding a decent show to take your mind away from the horrible powerless feeling you were experiencing. People needed your help and you were stuck at home, not able to do nothing about it. Why did you let people manipulate you like that?

“This calls for some booze”, you thought, standing up and heading to the kitchen. Sure, drinking would never solve entirely your problems, it’s not like it’s magic, however, you would at least calm down. Otherwise, it was very likely that you would rip Scott’s throat with your bare hands.

While trying to reach the highest shelf to grab the tequila bottle, you could not help but giggle, suddenly imagining what the pack would do if they discovered your secret crush on Peter Hale. Poor tiny human Y/N falling for a monster. It was ironic.

Finally getting hold of the bottle, you took a sip straight from it, not bothering to get a glass. The liquid went down burning and you smiled, enjoying the sensation. It was damn good, as usual.

Taking short steps, you went back to the living room, ready to put on some music and swirl your hips to it. All of that was probably due the alcohol excess, you were never a strong drinker. Yet, whilst you set up the stereo, you heard odd noises. As if someone was walking clumsily through wood sticks, breaking them with its feet.

“Shit.” You muttered, approaching the window and slyly looking through a brief shaft. There was nothing there. “I’m going crazy. That’s it.”

As soon as you returned to the room, you heard it again. This time, though, the door was swung open and a bleeding light brown haired man leant against the doorframe. What the hell was Peter doing here, at your place? Has he lost his mind?

“Hey, princess.” His voice was weak and he coughed, blood staining your carpet. “Care to help me a little?”

Your thoughts were mingled and confusing, but you propped up and went to help him. You pushed the door closed behind you and dragged him to the couch, staring deeply at his eyes. He seemed so defenseless!

“What happened?”

“Kate is back in town.”

“Kate as in Allison’s aunt?” Your eyes were widened as you quizzed him worried. “Fuck, wasn’t she dead? How did she come back?”

“As it seems, she was not killed. She was turned.”

“Into a werewolf?”

“Not quite, princess. We still have to figure out that part.” You could notice him struggling to talk and it shattered your heart the mere sight of your beloved hurt.

You always had a thing for bad boys, that was true; however, when Peter tagged along, you knew he was different. Sassy, slightly bossy… Heck, a perfect match for you. Still, you had to keep it a secret from him and everybody else. No one was allowed to know about your feelings, because it would turn out to be a major problem, considering how overprotective your cousin could get. Argh! You hated it. All of it.

“Y/N?”

“Yes.”

“Are you okay?”

“Sure I am.” Your reply came out with a fake laugh and a awkward gulp. “I think I should be asking you the same thing.”

“Uh, I’ll be okay. I only a need a shower.” He smirked tenderly, reaching to touch your right cheek. “Your heart is beating like crazy.”

Yes, this you could not hide or disguise. Seeing him hurt and in pain made your heartbeat go crazy. More than it would normally get when you were around him.

“I’m just…” You licked your lips, fighting to keep it together. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“Uh, I’m sorry.” Hale seemed disappointed, which made you bit your bottom lip. “You were the only person who came into my mind.”

“I’m flattered you considered me as an option.” A sarcastic remark slipped. “People tend to treat me like I’m made of glass.”

“What?” Peter sat up straight, wincing in pain by doing so. “You’re so tough, princess. So resilient. I bet you would make a badass werewolf.”

“Damn, this is so good to hear.” A smile curved your lips, for you were genuinely satisfied. “Now, enough with this. You need to shower and I’m going to find you clothes.”

“All right.” Hale nodded and tried to get on his feet. You could nearly feel his ache to walk and, once more, made your poor pumping organ skip a few beats. “Where is the bathroom?”

“I’ll take you there.”

Right then you realised how hard this situation was going to be. You cared too much about him to keep your shit under control for that long. It was a true challenge for your sanity; one you hoped to win.


Twenty minutes later, you found yourself lying lazily on your bed, staring at the white ceiling and pulling carelessly the soft fabric of your denim shorts while waiting for him to come out.

You took a deep breath in order to relax; yet, before it made any effect, the door was opened and a shirtless dripping water Peter walked through it, looking refreshed. This tore apart any chance of relaxation. Matter of fact, it made you more tensed up than ever.

As you sat upright, your gaze locked on him and you licked your lips, nervous. Hale must have found it pleasing to watch, for he chuckled, delighted, leaning to grasp the bundle of clothes that were by your side.

“Do you like what you see, princess?”

“I would appreciate if you call me by my name.” You retorted, looking away. “Why don’t you get dressed already?”

“Does my nudity bother you?”

“Yes. I mean, no. Why would it?”

He traced your jaw with his long slim fingers, getting you to look at him. Once you finally gave up and rose your chin, meeting his eyesight with yours, you found them soaked with tenderness. His blue eyes engulfed you like a high strong wave.

“Confess.”

“Huh?”

“Confess.” The raspy voice requested, his thumb stroking leisurely your cheekbone. “Tell me you love me, because I can hear your heartbeat from miles away.”

“Please, don’t make me do this.” You did not break the eye connection, no matter how quivery your voice were. “I don’t want to say it.”

“But you do love me.” He knelt in front of you. “God, you’re beautiful.”

“Why?”

“Why I find you beautiful? Because you are! So perfect and freaking gorgeous.”

“No.” You shook your head, giggling. “If you know how I feel, why do you want me to confess it?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to make a fool of myself by falling for a girl who wasn’t in love with me as well.” A sinking feeling hit your stomach as you slowly understood what he was saying. “Oh, fuck! Did I scare you?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“So kiss me, please.” Peter asked, smoothly. “Go on, princess.”

A smug smirk enlightened your face and then you crashed your lips onto his, tasting all at once. He grasped your waist and pulled you closer, whilst you tugged his hair, wanting to release all the tension built up. It was so much better than you had imagined! His tongue fought with yours for dominance, the whole kiss heating up the place.

“Easy, tiger.” You whispered, splaying your hands on his chest as Hale was inches away from popping your shorts open. “I didn’t think you were this excited to be with me.”

“Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were going to be my doom.” Peter pecked your lips and continued. “The worst was that I didn’t care at all. I wanted you to crush me with your love. I wanted you to break my walls.”

“Did I?”

“Damn hell you did.” Both of you chuckled. “What about me? Did I crack Mrs. Y/N Y/L/N?”

“You know you did.” Your voice was soft. “I am hopelessly in love with you.”

Peter Hale hid his face on your neck, smiling against it, half surprised half glad by your statement. He stayed quiet for awhile, just sucking on your skin and leaving love bites behind. When he finally reached your ear, he could not help but mutter the words you wanted to hear:

“I love you too, princess.”

Your heart warmed up upon hearing that and you sealed your lips once more, realising how deep were your feelings towards each other. You two were meant to be. Definitely a love written on the stars.


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Dean Ambrose/Roman Reigns/OC- Reader’s shower stops working and needs to use Roman and Deans. Things get a little carried away.

Warnings: I don’t know why this is so long but it is, also there aren’t any except for pure smut.

I don’t know where this idea came from but I’m damn glad that its here now : @alexispoo @the-geekgoddes @vebner37 @sierrarukia @ambrosegirlforever


I smirked as my heels clicked on the concrete in the halls of the arena. Seeing that I wasn’t scheduled to fight tonight but instead I had a promo with Dean and Roman, my outfit had to be perfect. My heels made me feel a little bit more superior than my fellow wrestlers and the whistle that just left Finn’s mouth made me giggle in delight.

As I stood in the gorilla waiting for my cue, I checked my reflection once more and smiled as I saw how well my dress hugged every curve on my body. My music pulled my attention away from the mirror and I walked out the curtain to an audience chanting my name.

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Fanart Monday!

After some weeks, finally, I can do this again!!

There are so many fanarts omg xD And some birthday gifts I never got to post?? I’m sorry!! But you’ll get all my love now!!


Fanart of the week by @goldendragonsflower!! Thanks for giving me a wonderful dose of creepy!! There’s no way Frisk can get out of that situation now… 


More under the wonderful, sexy cut <3

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

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

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

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

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

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

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

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "Well…yeah…“

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

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

           "No…not appealing.“

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

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

           "Are you serious?“ You glared.

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

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

           He snorted. "Sure you do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           You groaned, irritated.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "That was back then!“

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

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

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

           Jungkook hummed as he sat down. "Mmm…”

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

           "She wasn’t appealing at all.“  


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

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

           "Why?”

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

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

           "I tried but…“ You sulked.

           "But?” Jimin leaned against your desk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "Hm?”

           "Am I unappealing?“ You asked bluntly.

           His eyes widened. "Wh-what?”

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

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

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

           "Learn about myself?“

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

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

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

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

           He shot a look at Jimin, who smirked.

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

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

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

           "What question?” Jimin questioned.

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

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

           "Interesting.“ You hummed.

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

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

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

           "So… manipulate people?“

           Hoseok snorted and Jimin scratched the back of his head.

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

           "Survival skill…“ You mumbled, thinking deeply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

           The two blushed and chuckled, patting your head encouragingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "PARK JIMIN!“

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

           Silver huffed and relaxed at his true statement.

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

           Love, huh?

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


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

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

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

           "Yes.“

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

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

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

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

           "You’re the best.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "See you soon, Mr. Park.”

           You hung up and expertly parked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "No.“ You replied a little too quickly.

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

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

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

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

           But he had other plans.

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

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

           "Jungkook.”

           "Bless you.“

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

           "Slightly creepy how you remember that.“

           "I have good memory.” Jungkook shrugged.

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

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

           "And why would that be?“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           You raised an eyebrow at him.

           "What?“ he blinked.

           "You really think highly of yourself, huh?”

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

           You chuckled. “Makes sense.”

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

           "Nothing.” You shrugged lightly.

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

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

           "I was just joking…“ he mumbled.

           You smiled slightly. "I have a question.”

           "Hm?“

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

           "That’s not a question.“

           "A demand then.”

           "I have a right to refuse.“

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

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

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

           "I am not!” he retorted.

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

           "Are you kidding me?” he scoffed.

           "I’m quite serious.“ You shrugged.

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

           "Officer Jeon, your order’s up!”

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

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

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

           He pouted and exited the cafe, visibly ticked off.

           "Y/N, your order’s ready!“

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

           "Club?“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "Aggressor?” You tilted your head curiously.

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

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

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

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

           "Oh boy.” the Receptionist chuckled.

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

           "Really?“ she blinked.

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

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

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

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

           "Yes?“

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

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

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

           He grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

           "What was it?“

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

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

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

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

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

           "Was the new customer hott?“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "But that was our memory!“ Jimin whined.

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

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

           She smirked, “I thought so.”

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

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

           "What bullshit.“ he snorted.

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

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

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

           "What is it?”

           "The Golden Host.“ She smiled.

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

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

           "Well it was!” he argued.

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "Let’s eat?“

           The two of them began scarfing down their dinner hungrily.

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

           "Rule #2, sweetie.“ She smirked.

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

           "Interesting…“


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

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

           "Officer Jeon.“ His partner called him.

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

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

           "You rock, Noona.”

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           You smiled. “No, I suppose not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "Pretty much.“ You shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "Can I kiss you?“ he questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           You giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

           He turned to you questioningly.

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

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

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

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PART 2 

Vigilante (Teen Wolf x Supernatural Crossover) (Part 1)

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader, Winchesters x sister!reader 

Prompt: When the reader’s old friend calls for help, the Winchesters all rush to Beacon Hills immediately, and you immediately see someone you thought you’d never see again. But what happens when your brothers find out that you are best friends with supernatural beings that you all hunt?

Warnings: fluff, violence, language, a tiny bit of angst

A/N: So I started binge watching Teen Wolf and I am now obsessed, so enjoy!

Tag list for Teen Wolf is open!

Supernatural tags: @teamfreewill-imagine, @faith-in-dean, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @sincerelysaraahh, @for-the-love-of-dean, @ofglendower

Originally posted by stilinski-martin

Originally posted by out-in-the-open


“Hello?” you voiced after hitting the ‘answer’ icon on your phone. 

“Y/N?” the, oddly familiar, voice on the other line replied and you racked your brain for a face to the voice.

“Scott,” you whispered, realizing who it was.

“Y/N, we really need your help.”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts with a shake of your head before responding. “Yeah, okay, I’m heading to Beacon Hills now. I think it’s a better time than ever to have a little reunion.”

“Definitely.”

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The Little One || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by thenighthawkes

word count : 1,136

pairing : Jughead x Reader

warnings : none!

summary : You find a kitten on the way to school and decided to ask Jughead to help you hide it from your horrendous peers and teachers.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!


      You just couldn’t leave it on the side of the road. What type of person would you be if you let the small kitten alone and probably get hit by something; a horrible one that is. Upon seeing the small gray kitten that couldn’t be more than a couple weeks old, you began to thank your lucky stars that you decided to walk to the school today. The only real issue was where were you going to keep it? Considering your home was to far away to walk it back, and your parents would kill you for being late again, so that was out of the idea pool. You refused to leave it outside any longer in fear that something would hurt it, so the only thing you could think of was keeping it with you the whole day.

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The Little Princess

Summary: Jensen misses his daughter’s fifth birthday and has to make it up to her. 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1020
Warnings: None. 
Genre: Fluff.
Challenge: @buckysmetallicstump​ - “Bailey’s Disney Quote Challenge”. My prompt was, “Well, there’s the usual things: flowers … chocolates … promises you don’t intend to keep …” Cogsworth from Beauty and the Beast


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Past and Present

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Pairing: John x Reader, past John x Mary
Word count: 1,215
Warnings: Angst, swearing
Request: Anonymous. Hi ! What about a John Winchester x Mary x Reader angsty fic? Like John is dating the reader and Mary comes back frome the dead & he doen’t know what to do??

Part 1 of Winchester Losses


“Mom…” Dean started, his voice soft. “There’s something you need to know. About Dad.”

Mary furrowed her brows at him. “What about him? Did he die?” She asked, worried.

Dean swallowed, not liking to be the one to have to give his mother the details to play catch up. “Dad’s seeing someone.” He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes. “Her name is Y/N, she’s a hunter, travels with him.”

“Well, I was dead, Dean.” She tried to hide the pain in her voice. To her, no time had passed. John was still her husband.

That conversation echoed in her head as she stood next to him, both of them leaning against the side of the Impala. You and John were across the parking lot, your arms around his neck, his hands on your hips. “She’s young.” Mary muttered, her heart clenching. She watched as you laughed, your head leaning against the window of the truck. When John kissed you deeply, she looked away, towards Dean. “More like someone that you should be seeing. Not your father.”

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Miraculous Ladybug - Final Showdown

Adrien Agreste has always worked to keep a schedule. Even when he is late, it’s planned, he has a reason, he is prepared. 

Just once, Adrien Agreste was nearly too late. Just once, Chat Noir was completely unprepared.

Running, leaping, falling, and praying, Chat Noir flips over a building turret, hoping, needing to not be too late. The people of Paris see a black blur streaking towards the Notre Dame, or they would have were they not fleeing in fear, away from the vaunted cathedral. 

He’s opposite the Notre Dame, the only thing in his way the glittering Seine. Most days, he would be fascinated with its beauty. Today, all he can focus on is the whirl of reds and blacks and purples, clashing in a horrible dance atop one of Paris’ most coveted tourist spots. 

Just for a moment, the dance slows. Just for a moment, Adrien sees his ethereal Ladybug. 

Bruises of every color litter her skin, her flashy crimson suit worse for the wear. There’s blood flowing from her left ear and Adrien feels a fury rise in him, realizing how close Hawkmoth was to stealing the Ladybug Paris treasured. With the fury comes a crushing sense of guilt. Here a villain with aspirations of world domination, a man who craved nothing but the downfall of the admired teen superheroes, a monster, had been planning his great finale. 

And, where was Adrien?

In Spain, on vacation, enjoying Nathalie’s lilted Spanish and the cacophonous streets of Madrid. 

He had been taking a jovial stroll in the Plaza Mayor while Ladybug, sweet Ladybug, was calling out to him, asking for help from her other half, trusting him to be there. 

Adrien remembered, seeing her face plastered across an LED screen, “Una tragedia en Francia.” A tragedy in France.   

He had run. Ran and leaped and fallen and prayed.

Please. Please let me not be too late.

Now, Chat Noir zeroes in on his partner, using his baton to leap the Seine and skirting up the side of the Notre Dame with ease, landing a flying kick to Hawk Moth’s chest as the corrupt Miraculous holder gets a little too close to Ladybug for his liking. 

With the villain busy reeling, he whips towards his beloved where she’s frozen, startled. Then she’s moving, but not in a good way. Up close, he can see it’s much worse than he’s thought originally. She’s bruised, bloody, and beaten, and she’s tired. He can see in those beautiful blues how exhausted she is, having to transform and release over and over and over again. Over and over with no one to help her. Because he wasn’t there

She moves, and Adrien watches as Paris’ femme fatal collapses on herself, fatigued muscles finally giving out. No doubt, she’d been running on adrenaline for quite some time now, and he was her relief. The energy she had been forced to maintain drained out of her and then she was falling, but this time, he was there to catch her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats it like a mantra into her hair as he holds her to him as gently as possible, “I wasn’t even here, wasn’t here to support you, to fight with you, to protect you when you needed it most, I’m-”

“Shh, kitty, don’t apologize.”

The world around them is burning but she is calm and collected. She is a hero.

“But I have to. I wasn’t here, Ladybug, and now look at you, you’re hurt, you’re-”

She cuts him off a second time, and this time she’s smiling. Her lip is split and there’s a scratch across her cheek but she’s smiling.

“Listen to me,” her hands come up to cup his face, “This is not your fault. Okay? It’s not. There is no way you could have known, Chat Noir. I was just lucky enough to be around.”

She laughs then, rusty and mingled with a cough, but there’s love and trust and happiness in it and Adrien kind of really wants to cry. The sky is blue, the birds are singing, and there’s a final showdown taking place on the Notre Dame. Just a few miles away, civilians are enjoying the Louvre without much cause for distress. But to Chat Noir and Ladybug, their whole world is this ancient Gothic cathedral. Everything ends here. The big boss battle, as Nino would call it. Except this is real life and they don’t respawn if they die. 

“It’s going to be okay, kitty. I know what’s going to happen, what you have to do, she told me, Tikki told me. It won’t be easy, but you’re going to do it Chat Noir. Paris needs you to. I need you to. I believe in you.”

It’s fond and confusing, but then Ladybug is closing her eyes and Adrien feels the panic rising in his throat. No, no, no, not her, not her

There’s a soft glow at her feet, and Adrien watches, unable to move, as Ladybug becomes Marinette Dupain-Cheng. A small part of him is glad, glad its her, he had begun to see the signs and hoped against all hope it was her. Wonderful, clumsy, kind-hearted Marinette, with a penchant for sass, though only around his alter ego. There had been something so Ladybug about her, and as he had become closer to her as both Adrien and Chat Noir, he had become almost certain. 

Now, Chat Noir wishes it wasn’t her. Wishes it wasn’t Marinette’s body he was holding in his arms. The panic consumes him until his ear flutters, and he hears the telltale thump of her heartbeat, and relief slackens his body. His attention is taken by a weak squeaking by his ear, and he turns to see a wide-eyed, beat up looking, crimson Plagg. Marinette’s kwami. Before he can speak, she’s cutting him off. In a different situation he’d laugh at how alike both kwami and holder were. 

“There isn’t time to explain, but Marinette most likely told you something. Her body can’t take another transformation, but I have just enough energy left for one more. You need to let me into your Miraculous. I know it sounds crazy, but this is what Chat Noir and Ladybug were meant for. This is the power of the two most powerful Miraculouses.” 

It’s a lot to take in and Adrien honestly doesn’t understand, but he nods, setting his shoulders. He will avenge Marinette, and he will beat Hawk Moth. For the both of them. For the world.

He holds his ring hand out to the tired kwami, who takes a deep breath before diving head on, into his ring. For a moment, she simply disappears. Then Adrien feels it, the soft tingling and a buildup of, of something, a feeling. His suit begins to change, ebony fading to a pretty violet, golden whorls interspersed evenly. He feels his claws grow sharper, metallic gold, and gauntlets rise to encase his forearms. His baton alters as well, the ends tapering off to a point. At his hip, rests a yo-yo, similar to the one his partner is famous for. 

As the transformation completes, Adrien recognizes the emotion welling within him. Protectiveness. Ladybug is creation, Chat Noir is destruction. Together, they are protection from all evils that threaten the people they love.

Light glints off the tip of his gauntlet as Adrien Agreste storms towards the moth who flew too close to the light, eyes blazing gold.

author’s note - so while i do think it’s probably going to be mari who does the whole chat noir/ladybug combination jazz and i love that, i think it would work really well for adrien too? we’ve seen the lengths he has gone to to protect ladybug(he died for goodness’ sake) and i thought it would be interesting to write! thanks for reading :)