catching up on the show and this made me laugh

Reasons to Watch Monster Factory
  • Just two brothers playing games and making such horrible monstrosities in the character creation
  • Said monstrosities are also given names such as The Final Pam, Truck Shepard, Christopher Christopher “The Pebble” Christopher Christopher and Daytrader Vader
  • “I’ll get the Rock pregnant.”
  • Their female creations aren’t treated differently and are made just as horrific as their male creations
  • Pure humor, nothing controversial, and actually funny unlike a lot of gaming channels (it took me like an hour to get through a vid that was 25 minutes long because i needed to pause to catch my breath from laughing so damn hard)
  • “Just like Bart.”
  • In their Second Life series Griffin was super uncomfortable with the amount of “in your face” porn content that would show up and even said that if he became mayor he would ban all of the sex servers
  • “Dr. Phil if you tell me something that stupid again you’re going to eels.”
  • Showed disgust at a young, over-sexualized neko girl and then proceeded to turn her into the most horrific Rat Baby and named her furry familiar Vape Life (after showing disgust towards the furry)
  • This compilation of almost evey time they say “boy” on the show
Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 9 Final

Words: 1500+

Warnings: None dudes

A/N: hi you guys! thank you for this whirlwind of a rollercoaster series and i hope you like this last part! ahhh!

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

You blinked, appearing back in your bedroom. The sun was shining through the windows, burning your eyes. You quickly touched your back, feeling in there was a wound there. You lifted up your tank, but there was nothing, not even a scratch. You looked back at your laptop, seeing that it was still on the search bar with pictures of Lin. You groaned, placing your face in your hands.

Was that all a dream? Falling in love with Alexander Hamilton? Hercules Mulligan being in love with you?

Before even walking outside, you grabbed your laptop, and tried to research. Unfortunately, your internet was acting as ridiculous, so you gave up. You grabbed a pair of clean clothes and pants, and took a quick shower, tending to your showering needs. You heard your phone ring, and glanced at it. Your best friend, Erin, face popped up on the screen. You quickly answered the phone, placing it next to your ear.

“Erin, why are you calling me?” You asked harshly, throwing your light jacket over your shirt. You zipped up the clothing, and grabbed your keys, walking out the door.

“Did you forget? We’re going to see Hamilton today! Aren’t you excited?” She said happily into the phone, innocence in her voice. You wondered if she remembered what happened, but you reminded yourself that she said she always did.

“Are you excited to see Lin? To make him fall in love with you? Or how we could figure out how to break this loop?” You said, looking both ways before crossing the street.

“What are you talking about, Y/N? Did you just wake up or something?” She sounded innocent enough, and you knew her well, not hearing any lying in her voice. Still, you had to make sure she wasn’t playing any games with you. “What about the love square between me, you, Mulligan and Hamilton?” You asked, listening to her answer. She laughed into the microphone.

“You’re so silly, Y/N. I’ll see you in a half hour, don’t be late. We’re catching the two o'clock show.” She hanged up on you, leaving you staring at the phone.

Was it all a dream?

You made it to her house, and she was excited, showing no signs of her other self. She was giddy, telling you facts about the cast and the musical itself. You were still iffy about her behavior, standing ever so slightly away from her as the two of you walked to the theater.

“And he’s single, Y/N! Can’t you believe it?”

“Mhm, interesting.” You mumbled, lost in your thoughts. She snapped her fingers in front of you, and you blinked. “What?”

“You haven’t been paying attention, have you?” She asked, frowning. “Come on, this is your first musical. Be happy about it!”

“What else do you know about Alex? Like, how did he die?” You asked her, ignoring her comments. Her eyes brightened up again, and she began talking.

“So, there was this theory going around. After he was shot in a duel with Burr, he kept on mumbling on about reincarnation and this woman that he met. It was confusing, and there’s little information about it-”

You stopped walking, looking at her. “Wait, what? Do they know the girl’s name? What else did he say about reincarnation? Did he talk about a curse?” Erin rolled her eyes.

“Y/N, you didn’t care about this yesterday. What’s going on? Did something change your mind?”

“When you fall in love with someone it’s hard to just stop thinking about them…” You mumbled, walking again towards Richard Rogers Theater. She raised her eyebrow at you, but continued to walked down the street, unaware of the feelings that were churning inside you now.

You say in your seats, surprised that she was able to get some in the orchestra area, a few rows from the stage. You asked Erin how, but she just shushed you, pointing towards the stage. The lights dimmed, and the audience quieted down, besides some small murmuring and giggles. A man introduced the actors and their characters’ names.

“Okieriete Onaodowan playing as Hercules Mulligan/ James Madison, Anthony Ramos playing as John Laurens/Philip Hamilton, Daveed Diggs playing as Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson, and Lin Manuel Miranda playing as Alexander Hamilton….”

You moved to the edge of your seat, your eyes never leaving the stage.

As they began singing, you immediately recognized your friends. Laurens sang beautifully, no southern tang to his words. Lafayette didn’t have his French accent, and talked more than sang. Mulligan walked down, his deep singing voice resonating with you. Your eyes didn’t leave his figure, not until the lights appeared on him.

Hamilton stood in the middle, saying his name. The audience cheered and clapped at his entrance, and you saw a small smile form on his lips.

“Alex…” You whispered, looking at him. He still looked the same, except he was older, and still as energetic as before. His outfit was different than the ones you saw in the 1700s, much more loose and less stains of blood on them. They were obviously remakes, and it was interesting to see your boys in this world, and not the other.

The four of them danced, rapped, and sang across the stage, and you were so shocked, unable to even take a bathroom break when intermission came. Erin encouraged you to go with her, but you ignored her, not wanting to miss one moment that they were on stage.

You felt jealously rise in you when he and Eliza met, felt anger when he cheated on her, and you felt sadness when he was killed. But the line that surprised you, made you believe that this life you dreamed was not as fake as you thought. Right when he was talking to Eliza during one of the last songs. Those few words stuck with you.

“My love, take your time. I’ll see you on the other side. Raise a glass to freedom.” And the sound of the shot rang through you, making you touch your chest in shock.

He said the same words that you told him. When you were shot, you told him the same words. The lights dimmed on the last song, and everyone clapped, watching as each of the actors walked out onto the stage. You stood up and clapped as well, the tears still staining your cheeks.

Erin loved the show, talking to you about the performance as you two were walking out. You were smiling and agreeing, thinking about seeing the boys right there in front of you. You wanted to wait outside the theater for the actors to come out. To see if they recognized you. To see if they remembered like you did.

To see if Alexander still loved you.

There was a huge crowd, and you two were all the way in the back, unable to see the theater doors. And once they opened, screams were heard, and you put your hands over your ears, trying to see the actors. It was almost impossible, you couldn’t even see the tops of their heads. There were too many screaming teenagers, making your ears ring.

“Y/N, this is a bad idea! We can’t even see them!” Erin yelled at you. You ignored her, standing on your toes.

You needed to know.

You had to know.

“I’m going home! Meet me there?” She yelled, and you replied yes, barely listening to her. She walked away from the crowd, leaving you there. You stood there for another twenty minutes or so, never being able to actually see the boys.

You sighed, pulling your hat out of your bag and placing it on your head. You checked your watch for the time, seeing that it was already past six o'clock. Instead of going to Erin’s home like you planned, you took a walk around the city.

It felt the same as it always did, everyone in a rush to get somewhere, anger fuming from many, and the occasional catcalls. You grabbed a bite from one of the vendors on the street, walking slowly. You decided to walk into one of the many department stores, looking at nothing in particular.

Before you knew it, it was already past eleven. Erin texted you again to make sure you were okay. You sighed, answering her quickly. You then heard your phone ring, seeing her face show on the screen.

You answered the call, stopping in the middle of your walk. “Erin, I told you. I’m fine.”

“I know, I know, but, you know how the city is at night. I’m just making sure you’re okay.” Listening to her speak so caring to you was heartwarming, different from the Erin in what you assumed now was a dream.

“I’m fine, hon. I just, I don’t know, I just need some alone time. I’m going through a crisis.” You joked, kicking a soda can to the side. She laughed.

“Alright, when you come, I’ll have your favorite ice cream wait for you.”

“Can I eat out of the carton?” You asked, hopeful.

“Of course! See you soon.” You both said your goodbyes, and you hanged up. As you looked at the ground, you felt a hot liquid poured in your back. You hissed, cussing.

Coffee stained your sweater, and you could have sworn you had a third degree burn. (you were exaggerating, the pain was slowly going away). You looked up at the culprit, frowning.

His hair was pulled back into a bun, some hair falling out of the tie. His dark, Brown eyes were still the same, besides the bags that now laid underneath. He had a beard, different from the clean-faced man your remembered. You widened your eyes, realizing who was standing in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I just wasn’t paying attention and my friend oak was calling me and I just, it’s been a long day and I think I owe you another sweater. I swear I didn’t do this on purpose I-” His eyes met yours and he stopped talking. You both stood in silence, staring at each other.

“Y/N?” Your name came out of his mouth, barely louder than a whisper. It was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Your heart thumped.

“Alexander?” You gasped.

He remembered you, he knew who you were.

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Namjoon Scenario: Stars Aligned.

Request: can I request a Namjoon scenario where it’s a nice warm night and you open all the windows in the house and the stars and the moon are so bright you and Namjoon start talking about the future? (Like kids and marriage) sorry if this is too detailed🙈   

Genre: Romance     

There were certain times in your life that made you feel lucky, days you’d think of how special some things in your life were, and tonight was one of those times. You took off your jacket because it was getting too warm to have it on, resting your hip against the counter so you couldn’t miss a beat of your boyfriend going round the kitchen. Namjoon was all sharp angles and confident manliness, the sight of him never failed to make your heart do a little back flip even if you always dismissed the ridiculousness of that thought.

He’d taken off his jacket as well after arriving, you had taken a six hour travel just so you could spend the weekend away from the hectic rhythm of the city in a vacationing house, it was small and cozy, with the few necessary things for a couple and you were already enjoying the wash of fresh air that all the green around you offered. You could have taken a plane to make the travel shorter, but Namjoon had wanted to get there in car because that way you could enjoy more the views, he was much more of a detail oriented person than anybody would think just by looking at him, the thing was that Namjoon was a lot of things, and you loved unraveling every layer he had to offer.

–Are you tired babe? – he turned to look at you for a moment, a little smile shining on his lips. His hair was tousled and unkempt, the black t-shirt he was wearing fitting on him just right and you bit your lower lip because he just pulled off black so well.

–Not yet – that seemed to please him, both of you were already feeling lazy that for sure, but it was more a sort of comfortable laziness. Namjoon handed you a glass of wine and pulled you close by the hips.

You’d had dinner already while getting to know the town and you had strolled around with him while his arm rested around your waist, it had been a nice start for that lazy weekend and it was late already, you knew it, but it wasn’t like you had things to do or worry for tomorrow and that was the point of this.

Namjoon took a sip from his wine to then lean down to kiss your lips, and it was fair to say that the mix of wine and his lips were enough to make you lightheaded, plus the weather that night was warm and inviting, prickling on your skin, or maybe it was Namjoon’s closeness what got your own skin on fire.

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The One, Part 2

Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: It had been years since you had last since Jimmy. The two of you were highschool sweethearts, until you parted ways. After a horrible breakup with your two timing ex-fiance, you transfer to the U.S.S Enterprise. Finally coming face to face with the boy you left behind. Can the two of you work alongside each other in peace? Or will the past come back to haunt you?


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Momma's Boy- Luke Hemmings Smut

Hi guys! 

So here’s the Dom Luke smut I’ve been promising for a decade! I really hope you guys like it! I’d love to know what people think of it so don’t be afraid to stop by my ask box and tell me what’s what! Oh and if you don’t like smut, please don’t read this. You won’t like it. 

Much Love,




Momma’s Boy

“Oh come on Lukey”, you laugh rubbing your boyfriend’s back as you stood next to him laughing, “we’re just joking around.”

“Yeah well it’s not funny”, he huffs, his eyebrows drawn close together in annoyance, “it’s not my fault that my mum still thinks I need her to wash my clothes for me. I didn’t ask her to! I can do it myself!”

A chorus of chuckles meets his frustrated outburst.

“Sure you can man”, Ashton replies sarcastically pushing past him into the elevator of the hotel you were all staying in, “that’s why you’ve been borrowing our underwear for the past two weeks until she came to visit”.

“I have not!” Luke protests but as per usual his objections fall on deaf ears.

His bandmates continue to snigger and jibe at him as the elevator makes it slow ascension to your floor. You can tell that Luke is getting more and more annoyed with every passing remark but you can’t help laughing along, mostly because of the fact that what they’re saying is completely true. Luke is the biggest momma’s boy you have ever met. But then again how could he be any other way? He was the baby of his family and now he’s the baby of the band. It was just his natural role. Regardless of how mature he acted sometimes or how sensible he was, he would always be the baby.

“Goodnight you two”, Michael chimes as he leaves the elevator along with the others to turn in for the night, “oh and make sure you take good care of the baby Y/N”.

“Don’t you worry Mikey”, you call after him as he heads down the corridor towards his room, “I will! I’ll even tuck him in!”

Still smiling at your own attempt at hilarity you turn towards your boyfriend fully expecting him to be laughing along with you. But he wasn’t. There wasn’t a single trace of a smile across his features. His jaw was set and his icy blue eyes were fixed on the steel doors of the elevator as it carried you both upwards. Shit. Was he actually mad? Nah, he couldn’t be. You guys joked about him being the baby all the time and although he’d get annoyed and be in a huff for a while he’d usually forget about it quickly. You never thought for a second he would actually be genuinely upset by it.

“Luke?” you implore timidly, tugging on the sleeve of his favourite red flannel shirt, “are you really mad? You know we were just joking around….”

“I’m fine”, he snaps, cutting you off and making a point of pulling his arm away from you.

The apology you were about to offer is stemmed by this sudden and uncharacteristic show of coarseness. For a moment you stand bewildered with your mouth agape. The soft ‘ping’ of the elevator door snaps you back to attention and you hurry to catch up with the lengthy strides your boyfriend has made down the hotel corridor. Luke had made his way into your hotel room before you’d even reached the door. Talk about using the length of his legs to his advantage.

“Luke? Do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what YN? You want me to talk about how my girlfriend and my so called friends just spent the past fifteen minutes laughing at me? How they think that I’m too much of a baby to look after myself? Or how about we talk about the fact that they think that it’s okay to make me the butt of their jokes? Well I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t really want to talk about any of that that right now.”

His back was facing you as he spoke but you didn’t need to see his face to know how upset he was. His broad shoulders were heaving with the effort it was taking to keep himself in check and his knuckles were white as he gripped onto the edge of the dresser he was leaning against. You’d never seen him like this before.

“We weren’t laughing at you Luke!” you protest, anxious to get the notion of a conspiracy out of his head, “we were just joking around and…”

“Joking at my expense Y/N!”

The sudden bang of the dresser hitting the wall as he pushes off it to face you causes you to gasp and take a step backwards. The expression on your face must have been one of genuine fright because as soon as Luke looked at you his features softened slightly.

“I’m sorry Luke”, you stammer thickly, you voice struggling to push past the lump forming in your throat, “I didn’t think you’d be this upset. Neither did the boys. I’m sure of it. We were honestly just joking around. I’m sorry baby. I really am.”

“I’m tired of it Y/N”, Luke tells you, running a hand over his face and letting out a long sigh, “I’m not a baby”.

“I know you’re not Luke and I’m sorry we said that. If I’d have known it hurt you this much there’s no way I would have kept teasing you about it, you know that right?”

A small smile tugs at the corner of Luke’s lips as he makes his way over to wrap you in a bear hug.  

“I know baby. Thank you. And while we’re on the subject of apologies, I’m sorry I got so mad. I guess this whole ‘lack of sleep on tour’ thing is making me a little bit grumpy. Am I forgiven?”

This was a lot more like the Luke you knew. Pushing yourself onto your tiptoes you reach up and pull your boyfriends face closer to your own.

“You’re forgiven Hemmings”, you tell him with a smile before attaching your lips to his.

Pulling back before the kiss has a chance to get any deeper, Luke looks down at you with a grin on his face.

“Does this mean we get to have make up sex now?”

“Well…” you tease, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, “we did just make up so it seems like the next logical step”.

“Great. Because I think it’s time I proved to you Ms. Y/L/N that I am anything but a baby”.

Cocking an eyebrow, you step backwards to look at your boyfriend.

“What are you saying Luke?”

“What do you think I’m saying Y/N?” Luke scoffs, grabbing your hand and tugging you in the direction of the bed, “I’m saying that I’m about to fuck you so hard you’ll never have any doubts about my masculinity ever again”.

Your lips part in surprise at his uncharacteristically brazen attitude and without missing a beat Luke takes full advantage. Lunging forward he seals your lips with a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth before you even have time to register what’s happening. His hands waste no time in finding the button of your jeans before sliding them down your legs along with your panties.

“Luke”, you pant, pushing him away momentarily to catch your breath, “slow down baby. We’re not in any rush”.

“Oh but we are Y/N. Have you any idea how many times I plan on making you cum tonight?”

You had no time to dwell on what he’d just said as a pair of soft lips on your neck causes you to moan out.

“Luke”, you mewl helplessly as his lips continue their assault and his calloused hands trace the backs of your thighs. How was it possible for him to get you this hot with one kiss and a few dirty words? By now your thighs were rubbing off one and other in a desperate attempt to gain some friction. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on which way you look at it, Luke was quick to catch on to what you were up to.

“Do you need some help there baby girl?”

Normally when Luke got a little bit cocky in the bedroom, no pun intended, you were straight in with a witty comment of your own to set you both on an even keel again but there was something in Luke’s demeanour tonight that told you any attempts to regain even the slightest bit of control would not bode well for you. Complete and total dominance was practically radiating off the man in front of you and it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t turning you on.

“Arms up babe. You’re not getting any relief until I can see all of you”.

The heat between your thighs had multiplied to such an extent you were frantic to feel his touch, so much so you tore your own top off, much to Luke’s amusement.

“Someone’s eager”, Luke comments as he pushes the straps of your bra off your shoulders, “who knew a baby could have this much of an effect on someone”.

A groan of utter frustration leaves you.

“Come on Luke. I need you now”.

“Get on the bed then”.

A smirk tugs at the corner of Luke’s mouth as he watches you push yourself backwards onto the bed, propping yourself up on the mountain of pillows every hotel deems necessary.

“Good girl.”

You watch as Luke pulls his shirt over his head before lowering his hands to pull his belt through the loops of his provocatively tight jeans.

“Now”, he tells you undoing his zip, “I know that you need me right now Y/N but before we go any further I need you to understand that there are some rules tonight”.

“Rules?” you ask, your voice quivering as you struggle to stem the swell of butterflies that have erupted in your stomach.

“Yes babygirl. There are rules. And if you want me to make you feel good then you have to obey every single one. Is that clear?”

You nod.

“Ah ah Y/N”, Luke scolds you, “that’s rule number one. You have to use your words. If I speak to you, I expect an answer. Got it?”

“Yes baby”, you pant, the thrill of this new dominant Luke leaving you breathless already.

“Now that’s rule number two”, Luke tells you as he sheds himself of his underwear and crawls between your parted thighs, “you don’t call me baby. I am not a baby. So instead you’re going to call me Sir.”

Sir. The sound of it alone causes a fresh wave of desire to wash over you. Your hips buck and a needy moan escapes you.

“I don’t think there’s going to be a problem with that rule is there Y/N?”

“No sir”, you groan, trying desperately not to scream out as Luke’s hands begin to trail across the flushing skin of your thighs.

“Good girl. Now, for the third and final rule; there is to be no touching.”

“But Luke….”

You’re cut of before you can protest any further.

“What did you call me?”

“Sorry babe…I mean Sir”, you stammer, completely flustered by the entire situation. A lust induced haze was creeping into your brain leaving you incapable of focusing on anything other than the throbbing of your aching clit. Fuck. You just needed to be touched.

“That’s much better darling”, Luke coos, lowering his head to peck you gently on the lips as a reward for your compliance before speaking again.

“I need to make sure you don’t accidentally break rule number three babygirl so I’m going to have to make sure those wandering hands of yours are tied up.”

“Luke wait!” you exclaim once the initial shock wears off. By now Luke has hopped off the bed and is fumbling around in your suitcase, no doubt looking for something he can use as a restraint.

“I’m not so sure about this Luke”, you tell him as soon as he turns to face you again.

Luke walks back over to you and cups your cheek in his hand gently. Leaning forward he rests his forehead against yours. His dominant façade is nowhere to be seen as he gazes at you tenderly.

“I’ll be gentle baby, I swear. And you want me to untie you then just say the safe word and I’ll stop.”

“Promise?” you whisper timidly giving in to his touch.



Happy in the knowledge that you trusted him Luke sits you up and gently wraps the soft material of one of your scarves around your wrists.

“Does that feel alright?”

“Yes”, you breathe, the anticipation growing within you once more.

“Good. Oh and the safeword is Spongebob by the way.”

A giggle tumbles past your lips. Typical Luke. The both of you were about to have the kinkiest sex you’d ever had and he was still thinking about cartoons.


Taking a deep breath you lift your head to meet the eyes of the boy kneeling between your legs. His eyes had darkened and there was no denying the animalistic hunger they held. He was biting on his lip ring and his cheeks had reddened ever so slightly. He wanted his just as badly as you did. It was high time you both got what you wanted.

“Yes sir.”

Your head flops backwards as you savour the sensation of his lips on your breasts as his hands traced their way along your thighs; steadily moving upwards until they reached the top before descending again.

“Fuck Sir”, you sigh, feeling yourself beginning to dampen again. How long was he planning on teasing you for?

“What do you want darling? Remember rule number one. You have to use your words.”

“I want you Sir”, you whine looking up at him pleadingly through your lashes, “I want you to touch me”.

“Where do you want me to touch you baby girl? I won’t know unless you tell me.”

A self-assured smirk was playing on his plump lips now as he looked down on your squirming body held completely at his mercy.

“I want you to touch my pussy Sir”, you whimper. Being a naturally shy person you were almost embarrassed by the words you were speaking, but such was your need for release you would have said anything to anyone if it got you what you wanted.

“I will princess”, Luke teases, “but not yet. First, I think you need to make me feel good seeing as you were so naughty earlier.”

Your gaze follows Luke’s downwards, landing on his red and swollen cock. He’d been hard for a while judging by the precum leaking from his tip.

“What do you say baby? Can you use that pretty little mouth of yours to make me feel good?”

“Yes sir”, you answer as sultrily as you can.

“Good girl”.

Two strong arms hoist you forward leaving you face to face with Luke’s straining erection. Unused to being without the use of your hands for this you take a second to plan your best course of action. Wiggling in closer you take kitten licks around his tip. A sharp intake of breath leads you to believe that Luke is more than happy with your tactics. Now even more keen to please than before, you lean in further and take as much of him as you can into your mouth. Bobbing your head, you swirl your tongue around his cock. His hands thread into your hair as you trace a particularly prominent vein with your tongue.

“Oh fuck Y/N”, you hear Luke groan from above you, “you’re so fucking good at that. You’re so fucking good with your mouth”.

Unable to resist acknowledging his praise you drop him from your mouth and grin up at him.

“Thank you Sir”, you quip before taking him back into the warmth of your mouth. Eager to make him cum you hollow your cheeks and suck as deeply as you can. The profanities and echoings of praise falling from his parted lips are only serving to make you wetter with every passing second and now, more than ever you wished your hands were free to relieve even a fraction of the tension that had been building between your thighs for ages now.

“Fuck. Stop. Stop it now baby girl”, Luke pants, pushing your away softly, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth. I’m not coming until I’m buried deep inside that pretty pink pussy of yours”.

Luke lays you back down before settling himself further down the king sized bed. Holding your ankles down he begins to kiss his way up your legs. His stubble is coarse against your skin but it, combined with the softness of his lips provides for the most delicious contrast.

“So fucking beautiful”, he mutters against your skin as he works his way upwards, “and all mine.”

His hands move to your knees and you see a renewed appetite fill his gaze as he pushes them apart. You can only imagine the sight meeting his eyes right now. The constant teasing and anticipation has left you completely soaked, so much so that you can feel your wetness dripping between your cheeks and onto the sheets beneath you and your clit is throbbing so forcefully it’s a wonder he can’t see it pulsing.

“Jesus Y/N”, Luke remarks, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet”.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before Sir”.

You’re in dire need of some relief so you’re sure to remember the rules every time you address him.

“Please Sir”, you implore, “I need you to touch me. Please. I need you to touch me so badly.”

“Of course princess. How could I say no when you’ve asked so nicely?”

Your eyelids flutter closed as the warmth of his breath washes over your heat and you all but jump out of your skin when he places a feather light kiss on you. Your thighs begin to tremble as his calloused fingers spread your folds before dipping easily inside of you.

“Oh fuck!” you scream out, unable to control yourself as his fingers begin to curl within your depths. Swells of sheer pleasure were building and crashing inside of you so quickly your head was beginning to spin. Your lips were parted by a seemingly never ending chorus of moans and sighs which were only amplified as soon as your clit was sucked into the warmth of Luke’s wet mouth. You almost wanted to laugh out at how good you felt but a particularly well placed nibble causes fire to flow through your veins as your orgasm rolls over you. Your thighs clamp down on either side of Luke’s head and your back arches off the bed as his fingers continue to move inside of you, milking your orgasm for all it’s worth.

“Good girl”, Luke soothes once you’ve calmed down slightly and released him long enough for him to clean your juices from his chin, “that’s my good girl. You’re doing so well.”

Your body is still shaking from your first orgasm and you’re just about coherent enough to realise that’s he’s already rolling on a condom.

“I can’t Luke”, you croak, fully sure that another orgasm of that level of intensity would cause you to pass out in your current state.

“Of course you can darling. I know you can take it”, Luke coaxes your legs apart again, “And don’t forget, it’s Sir.”

“Sir…I can’t….”

“You can princess. Look at your pussy. It’s still soaked. It’s practically begging for me to pound it. So that’s what I’m going to do. Sir is going to take good care of you.”

A whimper leaves your lips as you feel his tip pressing against your entrance. He meets no resistance as he slides all the way in, only stopping when his hips meet yours. For a second, neither of you move, almost too scared to breathe save you disturb the sheer bliss of the feeling of being this close to one and other.  

Luke’s lips capture your own in a fervent and fanatical kiss, moving in the way that his hips are only longing to.

“Move”, you command as soon as you have room enough to speak, “please move Sir”.

Deciding that the time for talking has long since passed Luke draws back before slamming his hips into yours. An obscenely loud moan erupts from you as his tip brushes the spot deep inside of you designed to bring you nothing but pleasure. Over and over, again and again, Luke pounds into you relentlessly. His fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your hips and his head is buried in the crook of your neck, its alignment allowing every groan and grunt and cry of your name to fall directly into your ear.  

Your own fingers are digging into his biceps and your legs have locked around his narrow hips, fully intent on making sure he stays right where you want him. Sex with Luke had never been dull but you never knew how much you needed hot, sweaty, rough sex with him until he gave it to you. You’d never felt so alive. Every nerve ending in your body was alight with pleasure. Your head was swimming with it and you could think of nothing other than the euphoria every thrust of his hips were driving you towards.

“Oh Luke. Oh god Luke. Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever fucking stop.”

As if he intended to. Moving with more finesse than you’d ever seen him move before Luke quickly sits up and untangles your legs from around his back. Throwing them over his ample shoulders he continues at his erratic pace. The new angle allows him to thrust even deeper into you and you can feel yourself approaching your peak.

“I’m close Sir. Oh fuck Sir, I’m so fucking close”.

Nodding, Luke brings two of his fingers to his lips and sucks them into his mouth. Once he’s satisfied with how wet they are he brings them to your clit and begins to rub frantic circles around your swollen and sensitive bud. The added stimulation is all the push you need to send you spiralling out of control. Your hips buck wildly as screams that would put the most haunted of Banshee’s to shame fly from you. Your contracting muscles clamp down on Luke just hard enough to send him into an orgasm of his own. His head falls backwards and his eyes scrunch shut, his grip tightening on your ankles as he finally cums.

For the seconds time that night, both of you remain perfectly still, unwilling to disturb the reverberations of each other’s orgasm. But as with all things, your perfect moment must come to an end. You lower your legs from Luke’s shoulders which frees him to collapse onto the bed beside you.

“Wow”, you remark as soon as your chest stops heaving, “just fucking wow”.

“Told you I wasn’t a baby”, Luke sniggers from beside you, still slightly out of breath.

“You more certainly aren’t Luke Hemmings. Can you untie me now though? I think I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Untie you? Oh no way babygirl. I’m not done with you yet.”

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: The police booked your reservation? Okay let's help ya out with that! :)

So I just got off of my lunch break and I walk through the back office and my coworker give me a heads up and says “There’s a lady at the desk right now claiming that ‘the police’ made her reservation, but we don’t see anything obviously…” I laughed about it with her for a second and then went out to the desk to catch the show.

This crazy bitch is just walking around the lobby playing music off of her phone putting it up to her ear. As soon as she sees me come up to the desk, she walks up to me and says “He will check me in!” basically implying that since I’m a man I’ll do as she says. My manager tried to intercept and said “If we can’t find your reservation here maam, it won’t be any different if he tries.” Of course I couldn’t find the reservation. She rips her ID from my hand and starts just screaming in the lobby. We inform her that at this point she has to leave as she doesn’t have a reservation and she’s acting like a fucking moron.

She says “go ahead call the cops, I’ll be in the bathroom” (Presumably to put something up her nose or hit that pookie.) The cops came quickly and then informed her that she needed to leave. The cops arrested her right in our entrance area so guests who walked by had a giggle about it. They had her sitting on the bench for about 15 minutes before actually hauling her off. During that time she was screaming at them wildly, like shrieking, she was really off the goop.

To be quite honest, I’m not sure what her deal is. But just based off of my own experience being a tweaker, a lot of people in the modelling world are tweakers (Huge surprise, I know…) so I’m guessing that’s probably what set her off.

We looked up her Linkedin which is how we found out she was a model from NYC. Needless to say, BEGONE THOT.

I have a few good (hopefully) stories that I’ve been meaning to post here but I’m too lazy. I’ll get around to it before I forget though, promise!

By: MotelTriple6

Jungkook Scenario: Lazy Mornings.

Request: WELL THIS BLOG IS MY LIFEU. I LOV U GAIZ SO MUCH😭💙 Can I ask a “waking up in the morning inside Jungkook’s hug” scenario. (super fluffy plizz >o<)

Genre: Fluff.

Everything was warm, too warm if you dared to say but you weren’t complaining, and in fact you couldn’t do it in your current state, deep into slumber but not quite. It was somewhere halfway of it, making you conscious enough that you were half asleep and really aware that you didn’t really want to change that soon.

You felt warm, yes, but now you could also feel something else. You were trying to force yourself back, push your curiosity away but you couldn’t, the sensation was getting the best of you. There was a quiet and steady rush of air near your face, it was soft and peaceful so you unconsciously moved your face closer to the source, your eyes were still closed, refusing to open to the new day. It had to be early, you could say it for the sunlight that reflected upon your eyelids, yet you didn’t really care for the hour of the morning, you knew you had noting else to do for that day.

Your forehead met a firm surface and you furrowed your eyes, but the thing that really made you open them was the rhythmical heartbeat you could now notice under the fingertips of your left hand and the pair of arms firmly coiled around your body. Blinking slowly to coax your drowsy eyes to focus, you realized you weren’t alone on the bed.

At first it was surprising, then that surprise evolved to a much pleasant feeling, the one you could only get when finally staring up to the person you’d been using as a pillow for the whole night. And part of the morning, you thought with the ghost of a smile dancing around your lips, before reaching a little to the front and leaving a tender loving kiss on the mole he had on the left side of his neck that you loved almost as much as you loved him.

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anonymous asked:

DO U STILL TAKE REQUESTS?!?!? If you do, do you think you can write about Weiss getting jealous because Whitely seems to have developed a crush on rwby and then it eventually leads to weiss confessing ^\\\^


(I’m so sorry this is really not my best work but I hope you like it anyways.

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Imagine Requested by Anonymous

Imagine you a Shadowhunter and is dating Raphael. The day she turns 18 a mark appears on her wrist that tells her she is bonded to someone for life. Afraid of hurting Raphael she keeps it from him. One day she can’t hide it any longer.

I was sitting in Central Park. It was just past 2 in the morning and everyone else was training nearby. I had been training with them until I needed a breather. I was lent back against a tree when someone whispered in my ear.

“Happy Birthday darling.” I opened my eyes and turned to see Raphael kneeling there. I smiled.

“Thank you Raph!” I got on my knees and hugged him around his neck. His arm circled my waist. He laughed.

“You’re Welcome Y/N.” He and I sat down against the tree with his arm around my shoulder and me cuddling into his side. “My baby girl is turning 18 finally.” He teased.

“Oh! Shut Up!” I said while halfheartedly hitting his chest. 

“Hey love birds!” We turned to see Jace smirking at us. “I know it’s Y/N’s birthday but can you wait to have your private time when you’re actually somewhere private.” He said. The others laughed at the statement. I giggled and rolled my eyes.

“I better get back to training.” I said standing up. He stood up with me while holding my hand.

“I better be heading back anyway. I’ll see you later tonight.” He lent down and kissed me. When he pulled away he smiled at me then sped off. My right wrist started to feel warm but i ignored it. I went back to training with Alec. The sensation in my wrist kept growing until out of nowhere a small light flashed around my wrist. When the light disappeared a small black mark had appeared. With the distraction Alec got me down but I barely noticed because my attention was on the new mark on my wrist.

“Y/N?” I heard Clary call but didn’t answer. 

“What’s that on her wrist?” Isabelle asked.

“I don’t know.” Jace said.

“I think it’s time to head back to the Institute.” Alec chimed in.

~Back At The Institute~

“It’s a soulmate mark.” Maryse said.

“What?” We all asked at the same time.

“A soulmate mark.” Magnus said. “A mark that very few people have anymore. And before you ask, a soulmate mark is a mark that appears when you turn 18 and it matches a mark that is on the wrist of your soulmate.” He explained.

“This is the first time in decades that one has showed up in the Shadow World. And it’s said that when you discover your soulmate something happens with the mark but it’s different with every couple.” I looked down at the tiny mark and wondered what I would do. What about Raphael? Everyone else was talking to each other about the mark. I silently got up and walked to my room. 

“How am I supposed to tell Raph?” I asked no one. Tears ran down my face without any sign of stopping.

~Later at Hotel Dumort~

I had just got to the Hotel Dumort to spend the night with Raphael. I had wore a long sleeve shirt to hade the soulmate mark.

“Are you alright? You’re rather quiet.” I jumped because I didn’t know he sat done beside me.

“Oh sorry! It’s just been a long eventful day.”

“Don’t apologize darling. I understand.” He pulled me into his side and started tickling me.

“Oh my god!!!” I laughed and laughed. “Please Raphael! Stop!” I couldn’t stop laughing. I ended up on his lap until he finally stopped. I was catching my breath while he was laughing at me. I laid in his lap with my eyes closed.

His laughter died down to nothing. I looked at him confused then followed to where his eyes were locked. My shirt sleeve had rolled up enough for the mark to be showing. I quickly sat up and pulled down the sleeve.

“What is that mark darling?”

“Nothing just a new rune Clary made up.” I tried to lie but my voice betrayed me. I slightly winced.

“That’s no rune.” He said straight out. I got up and walked over to the wall where the painting covering the stash of blood. “Y/N.” He said in a gentle voice. I kept my back toward him. He grabbed my wrist with the mark and turned me around. I didn’t look at him. He pushed the sleeve up to show the mark. He traced the mark. He used the hand that wasn’t holding my wrist to pull me closer by the waist.

“It’s a soulmate mark.” He said while bringing my hand up to his lips. “And I should know.” He let go of my waist and wrist to pull down the sleeve on his right wrist. I gasped. The similar mark was laced through his skin. I took a hold of his wrist and traced the mark.

“How? When?”

“I’ve had this since I was human.” I finally looked up at him to see him looking at me with so much love. As if drawn to do it, I laid my right hand in his and a warm sensation ran threw my body. A sting of light started to travel around our hands. It looked like it was binding our hands together. When the light disappeared and the marks had turned a navy blue color.

“What was that?” I asked and looked at him. He pulled me closer and said…

“It means we’re each others soulmates.” We both smiled and I leaned in and kissed him. 

“I was so worried.” I said when we pulled away. “Worried that i would be destined to someone else.”

“Well don’t worry your pretty head. We are destined to be together.”


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Author’s note: Sorry it took so long. I just started college up again this past week so things have been hectic. Hope you like it!

Imagine Negan getting you a cute puppy knowing how much you love dogs

(So i had two similar requests in which Negan finds a puppy for you so i decided to combined them (cause really it was only the breed that was diffrent XD) and in the end not specify the breed XD It’s super fluffy guys! So hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/Found it on google/Credit to the original owner.)

It was an early morning and Negan and his other men were out making some rounds.

You had wanted to go along with him, as it was your one year anniversary of being together as his only wife, but he had objected to it saying it wasn’t safe.

You thought he might’ve forgotten or something but before you could say anything else, he had left it at that and you were now in the kitchen eating angrily.


As he was out, Negan hadn’t forgotten about the anniversary one bit. He was nervous and kept thinking of how he should celebrate it with you. He knew he was going to give an unforgettable night but it wasn’t going to be enough compare to anything you ever gave him up until now.

He knew why you wanted to come out with him but he just wanted to prepare you a little something special and desperately needed to come up with something.

As he visited one of the other communities, he looked at some of the items they gave, thinking he can make a gift out of any of them but it just made him exasperated.

He kept cursing his frustration out and later just walked away to take a few deep breath. It surprised everyone and they just didn’t know what was going on.

Being curious and brave, Simon followed him and approached him and looking over at his face, said “Boss? Is something wrong? You’ve been acting pretty down since this morning…”

Negan didn’t want to admit anything yet and just brushed him off.

“Down? What am I a kid? There’s nothing wrong with me! There just ain’t shit in this place and we’re leaving! Tell everyone to get ready!”

He then stayed in deep thought for a little while and later crossed his arms like an angry child to walk away to get in the car.


They got to another places and just as the first one, there was nothing worth making a gift for you.

Eventually, he just wanted to beat someone to let his pent up anger out but ultimately just went to sit by some stairs to let out some steam.

Simon still a little worried walked over and sat next to him.

“Negan be honest…What’s wrong? It’s not like you to be this angry and depressed at the same time…It’s really off of you…”

Feeling like he should tell him, he exhaled and said “Listen closely cause I ain’t repeating shit…It’s my first year anniversary with Y/N…and I ain’t got shit to give her…I know she ain’t materialistic but I have to give something special to her so she could remember….You don’t just stay with one woman for a whole year only to offer her a night of intense fucking as a gift…That’s not enough! I have to give something else!”

Simon was taken aback and his expression didn’t hide it at all.

“Oh…a gift…”

He started to stammer and feel somehow as nervous as him. “Well, what does she likes? What has she always wanted?”

Negan shook his head, thinking about everything you ever told him about your past and just couldn’t seem to get a hang of it.


They then drove to another place and as Simon drove, Negan had his head propped on his hand while staring out the window.

He kept thinking about it and suddenly something outside caught his eye. He instantly sat up straight and in a loud voice ordered Simon to stop.

“Step on the break, Simon! Stop the car!”

Simon did as he was asked and was just in disbelief.


Before he could even get an answer, Negan had left the car and walked over to what he had spotted.

As he approached, he wasn’t deceived and crouched down. It was a little injured puppy, looking at it and hearing it whimper, made him weak and he just had to pick it up.

Carefully, approached his hand to it and was cooing at it to convince it he wasn’t going to hurt it.

“Come on, buddy…I’m not gonna hurt you…”

He finally picked it up and inspected it closely. It was a simple scratch on it’s paw and luckily it was something easy to treat.

He smiled of relief and as he pet it, it started to make lick his cheek, making him chuckle.

He then got up and was going back to the car but instead as he turned, he was met with the eyes of almost all his men.

They were all smirking and chuckling among themselves and obviously wanted to make fun of him.

He just stood there looking at them and for once felt a little embarrassed and it only got worst when someone passed a comment on him.

“So like that Negan is actually a softie who loves dogs!”

They laughed even harder and Negan decided to just play along. He laughed mockingly and said “Yeah! And what?! I have a soft spot for dogs! That bothers? Don’t act like this fucking cute ass puppy doesn’t make you just want to hold it!”

They all got silent for a moment and resumed laughing. He snickered at them and looking at the dog, he finally realized the perfect gift for you.

He remembered how much you talked about wanting a dog and how you missed the one you had before all this and knew that the instant he’d give it to you, you’d be more than happy.

He smiled and it made them laugh even more. He then scolded them and said “Yeah! Laugh all you want, at least I know someone at home will be more than happy to see me with this little guy in my hands!”

He put the puppy next to his face and smiled at them, only to than walk back to the cars and making everyone follow along.


It was late at night and after a long day of doing chores, you decided to take a break in your room and waited to give Negan his one-year anniversary gift.

You took a nap and suddenly heard a knock on the door. You sat up and heard it again. As you got up to open, you saw to your surprise Negan facing his back at you.

It was uncommon for him to knock as he’d usually just barge in, so you had a feeling he was up to something.

As he heard the door opening, he chuckled and said your name sweetly.

“Y/N…I’m sorry for being a dick this morning and not letting you go along…”

You chuckled back at him and leaning in the door frame, replied “Negan, you know I love sincere apologies where I can see your face…please turn around…”

He exhaled and still not facing you, continued “Wait you didn’t let me finish! What I was saying was i’m sorry…but I only said that because I didn’t want you to see the surprise I got you…”

It surprised you to hear him saying he remembered your anniversary and you had to let it out.

“Really? You remembered our anniversary?”

He was taken back and replied “Of course I did! How can I forget!

You chuckled hearing his resigned tone and how serious he seemed.

You suddenly got a little more intrigued and stood up straight trying to peak at him.

"Alright…What did you get me? What is it? Show me!”

He kept turning away from you and you both couldn’t help laughing.

“Wait babe not yet! Try guessing what I got you!”

As he said that, you then heard a faint little bark and instantly, you got excited and started to giggle.

“Negan! Did you get me a dog?! Oh my god! Show it to me!”

You made a quick move to catch a glance at him and the dog and finally saw it.

Your expression was priceless and it made his heart melt to see you so happy and excited.

He let you pet the dog and eventually just had to hand it to you. The puppy got all excited as well and was squirming to lick your face.

You both laughed and walked into your room to continue giving affection to the cute little puppy. You talked and talked to one another about the future with the little dog and it made you both smiled.


As you both sat playing with it, you noticed how  happy he was as well and you just couldn’t believe how thoughtful he was.

You looked him in the eyes and in a hush tone, you said “Thank you, Negan…You remembered how much I love dogs and made a memorable gift for our one year anniversary….This is the best…”

He shyly smiled back at you and just nodded feeling so proud of himself. He then pulled you closer to him and kissed you.

He then pulled back and looked at you lustfully and grabbing your waist to pull onto his lap.

“You’re welcome babe…but there’s more than just that…I’m gonna give something else…”

You chuckled knowing what he meant and as you kissed him back, you then told him, “Don’t you want to know what gift I got you?”

He smirked and raising an eyebrow, said “And what special gift do I get for being with you and…only you for a whole year…”

He started to trail kisses along your neck and as it tickled you, you chuckled.

“Negan…The gift I got you…Is…That i’m pregnant…”

He stopped and looked at you in the eyes. You were smiling at him and got a little teary eyed.

His expression soften and smiling back at you, he hugged you tightly and started to thank you.

“Really…You are? This is amazing! It’s the fucking best gift I could ask for!”

As he said that, you hugged him tightly and the puppy barked at the two of you, making you both chuckle.

He looked back at you and said, “Looks like you’re going to have a lot of company, Y/N!”

anonymous asked:

You can mess me up with angst pls but have a fluff ending maybe so I don't die? (: -kihyun anon

I can’t promise a fluffy ending but i can promise you won’t die. Angst is definitely my weakest genre. like by a lot :(

original request:  Can i request a kihyun scenario where you just fuck me upppp please I cannot handle this boy rn! You can do whatever you want with the plot just mess with my feels pls i cri

Originally posted by hshi

You Made Me Feel So… (Kihyun)

Warning: Some swearing.

A/N: I was really skeptical about doing this because I take my lyrics very seriously and I’m absolutely terrified of them being stolen and like claimed by someone else before i ever have the courage to record them… that being said I’m swallowing my fear for the sake of the story and adding original lyrics that I wrote. Meaning they belong to me! They are my intellectual property! Please don’t take my lyrics ):

The butterflies in your stomach are ridiculous. This is by no means your first show. In fact you’ve preformed several time. Small night clubs and bars love your voice and often call you whenever they need live vocals. This felt different for some reason though. Who are you kidding you know exactly why it feels different. It’s because it’s the first show Kihyun will be attending.

The two of you have been friends for several years. Naturally you’d developed feelings. How could you not when he’s just so… perfect. Everything from his smile, to his voice. His honesty, and loyalty to his friends. His sense of humor and the way he just seemed to brighten any room, no matter the previous mood.

“Y/N!” You heard his voice call. He’d made it. You turn around with a ginormous smile on your face, ready to greet the man of your dreams. That smile is quick to fall as you see the girl hanging from his arm.

Yoon HaNa. She’s an up-and-coming singer planning to kill the scene with her ‘innovative’ cute but sexy concept and ‘impressionable’ vocals. To you she’s sub-par at best. Her hooks are catchy but her harmonies are sloppy, her lyrics hold no substance and she sings with no emotion. Not to mention the whole “I’m cute, now look at my butt” concept is beyond played out. You know who she is. You’d been around her several times. She, like you, was friends with all of Monsta X, and ha been for several months now. But what you don’t know is why she’s latched to your Kihyun.

“Y/N!” Kihyun calls again making you snap back to reality. You muster up the most realistic natural smile you can.

“You made it!” You enthuse, and hug him tightly.

He returns your affection before pulling back and gesturing toward HaNa. “HaNa is a really big fan. I figured your show would be the perfect setting for our first official date.” He beams. He looks happy.

You catch yourself before your smile falls, “You two are dating?”

HaNa smiles, “Yeah. He made things official yesterday. I didn’t even know he was interested.” She giggles.

“Yeah, me neither.” You laugh.

“Y/N. Show time.” Your manager calls.

You nod in his direction and turn back to face Kihyun and HaNa, “Well… I hope  you guys enjoy the show. I’ll see you after, right?”

“No actually. We’re leaving right after to grab dinner. We’ll hang out some other time.” Kihyun smiles.

You nod and make your way to the stage. How were you going to pull this off? How could you go up on stage and sing all of your happy songs while your heart is breaking? How?

You’d gotten through your main set… barely. The crowd could tell you were less then proud of your performance. You’d watched Kihyun and HaNa the entire time as they curled up into each other against the bar, whispering back and forth, and gleefully laughing. Your heart broke piece by piece as you imagined yourself in her position… where you should be.

Kihyun and you made eye contact. He nodded at you to tell you he and HaNa were leaving… You smile and watch as he wraps his arms around her waist and lead you to the exit.

Once they’re gone…. you sigh, Into your microphone. The crowd is looking at you expectantly.

“Look I know I’ve given a less than impressive show o far…” You say as you look out at the bored faces. “Let me make it up to you… Mike,” you call out to your guitarist friend who always helped you during shows. “Just play whatever. Make it slow and mellow.”

And he did. It was simple and easy to follow. Without need for your instruction the keyboard player and the drummer both joined in, then the saxophone player. The house DJ even began to add some synthesizers. A mellow R&B beat filled the entire bar.. and you let your emotions pour out.

“Is that your girlfriend..

Over there with the long hair

and brown eyes

slim waist, and slim thighs.”

Kihyun enters the bar again. He’d forgotten his jacket and was just returning to get it. Then he heard the music. A beat he’d never heard before was bouncing off the walls of the small space, and lyrics he’d never heard you prepare were spilling from your lips. He stilled and watched you. Eyes closed in concentration as your feelings poured out.

“She’s an aspiring singer with no talent, but sucking dick and not gagging

she hates all your favorite movies and she acts just like a groupie.”

He started to get upset… it was pretty clear you were talking about HaNa. and yet he stayed to listen… and as your lyrics continued on, he finally began to understand.

“I’ll just gt rid of my feelings

I’ll slowly swallow my pride

Can only hope in the process that i choke on it and die

So I don’t witness this shit show

Where I;m taken for granted

Where I’m labeled as a friend

and she labels you her man.”

Kihyun watches on in amazement, Your eyes have yet to open and you lightly begin to sway letting the music carry you. Your voice is as beautiful as it normally is, which surprises him because he’d be the first to say your performance earlier wasn’t as good as normal.

“Like she care’s bout your opinions

lends an ear when no one listens

Like she knows your insecurities 

like how your mouth goes crooked when you smile

I find it charming though, always have and always will

but I realize more and more I’m just the girl that’s her for years.”

Kihyun finally snaps into his senses and grabs his coat. He can’t dwell on your lyrics. If he does… he’ll be trapped here with his thoughts forever. Instead of on a date with… the girl of his dreams…

“And for some reason i can’t cope

Think I hid it for too long babe.”

Your eyes open and fall to where Kihyun and HaNa had been sitting. To your surprise Kihyun is standing there. Staring directly at you. The instruments are still playing all around you and you quickly search your brain for words.

“You made me feel so..” Your mind falls short and use lose the words… So you repeat them.

“You made me feel so…” But again the words fall short. Kihyun and you keep eye contact and your feelings begin to well up. He’s the first to break and he quickly begins to exit the bar once again.

“And now I can’t…” You finish coolly and wipe at you eyes.

The small space erupts in applause. You give a tight lipped smile and bow toward the audience. You turn to face your friends that are on stage with you. Mike gives a sympathetic smile and pulls you into a tight hug which you’re quick to accept. You need it.

Hope you enjoyed!! If you aren’t happy with the ending I could make a fluffy part 2. I just lacked ideas on ways to make this fluffy. By all means send in a request with some suggestions. And remember, all request are currently open.

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The Morning Before

Summary: One night can lead to the rest of your life, and Natsu wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Words: 2874

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @snogfairy !!!! I thought long and hard about betraying you with this but then decided I didn’t want to be brutally murdered and so here is your gift! I hope you enjoy it and that you have a fabulous day full of gifts and alcohol and adoration! (Though most of your days are filled with adoration… and alcohol, bc germans love their beer right? I kid, I kid) But yes, LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU AND HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY. 

Sunlight filtered in through the open curtains as they stirred from the summer breeze. Natsu could hear the gardens outside waking. The humming of the birds and the patter of hurried feet on the gravel as the servants began their daily chores.

Natsu himself should have awoken well before dawn. And yet here he was, lazily blinking open his eyes and letting the cool breeze caress the skin of his chest that was left uncovered by the silken sheets. Silk sheets… that were not the same as the rough blankets in his own quarters. These sheets were not his own.

The events of last night hit him like a wave as he took in the sight of his armour scattered across the plush carpets. The dress that had hung from the shoulders of the Princess the night before, the same dress he had quietly admired from afar, lay among the pieces of his armour. The pink fabric of the bodice torn in two, and the skirts discarded in an ungraceful heap.  

He turned to the figure laying in the bed beside him. Her back was exposed, her skin looked as pale and smooth as milk. It made him think of cream. His mouth watered the longer he stared. He knew how that skin tasted. How it seemed almost to glow when covered with a light sheen of sweat. He knew how her hair- now spread across her pillow like a golden puddle that gleamed in the sun- looked when it was tangled between his fingers. The way it matted to her temples, the way her mouth formed that perfect ‘O’ when he-

Natsu gulped.

He had slept with the Princess.

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Dr. Lee - Doctor!Jooheon AU

Originally posted by biasedmadness

Warnings: None

Characters: Jooheon 

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Being a travel nurse had its perks sometimes. I was able to travel all around the country, meet new people, and experience new things. This time, however, was one of the few times I found more negatives than positives. I had been working in Seoul for two months so far, with only one month left and I was not ready to leave. In my two months being there, I had grown rather fond of one of the doctors that worked there. His name was Dr. Lee.

From the moment I saw him, my heart skipped a beat. Dark brown hair, plump lips, and the cutest dimples that could make the devil himself swoon. Aside from being absolutely stunning, he was also extremely funny and one of the most intelligent people I had come to known. I also quickly learned that he was the center of gossip for two nurses in particular that worked around him, and because I worked closely with him I also worked closely with them. They always talked with one another about how cute they thought he was, and how it was strange that he’s never married or even had a girlfriend the entire time he had been there. They had even begun speculating that he wasn’t interested in women, only because he never showed interest in the women that have flirted with him.

I was sitting in the break room with said two nurses, it was our lunch break and once again they got on the topic of Dr. Lee.

“It’s so sad that Dr. Lee doesn’t have any interest in women,” One of the nurses, Jiyeon, whined.

“You don’t actually believe that, do you?” I asked.

“Well, how else would you explain why he’s never even shown interest in anyone here?” She retorted.

“If I had a bunch of women hitting on me at work all of the time, I wouldn’t show interest either.”

“Oh, you’re no fun~!”

“Do you know who is also really cute? Dr. Chae!” The other nurse, Seoyeon, exclaimed.

“Oh, he is! He’s so tall and handsome!” They started talking about the things that made him cute, just like they had done many times before with Dr. Lee. Despite how much these two talked about that rumor, I didn’t believe it for a second. If I were him, I wouldn’t date either. Especially with all of those women hitting on him and with these two trying to dig into his personal life so much. 

I had to admit, I found find him to be extremely attractive, but I knew it wasn’t my place to pursue him. Plus, I would be gone in a month, and I didn’t see a point in trying to gain his affection.

“(Y/N), Dr. Lee is looking for you,” Another nurse came into the room to tell me. A set of “oooooo”s came from Jiyeon and Seoyeon, sounding like a group of schoolchildren when a child is called to the principal’s office. I excused myself, exiting and heading towards Dr. Lee’s office. 

I knocked on his door and entered, “You were looking for me, Dr. Lee?” I asked. He sat behind his desk, jotting down notes on a file he was reading. He looked up when I entered, “Ah yes I was. Sit, please,” He extended his hand to motion towards the chair in front.

“Are you free after your shift tonight?” I gave him a questioning look, so he explained further. “It’s your last month here, and I thought I’d take you out tonight as a thank you for assisting me the past couple of months.”

“Well, I am free. But wouldn’t that cause some to spread rumors about us? Jiyeon and Seoyeon seem to catch wind of everything that you do.” He let out a deep laugh, his dimples showing. “They already have a lot of rumors about me, so let them keep on I say.”

After my shift, he told me to head home and change into something nice. He said that he would pick me up around 8 p.m.  When he picked me up, we went to a rather fancy restaurant not too far from the hospital. We were seated immediately, he had apparently made reservations before he even asked me if I would come with him.

“If you said no, I was just going to toss you over my shoulder and drag you here,” He joked. The restaurant had a very sensual atmosphere. The candles on the tables were the source of most of the light in the restaurant, aside from the very dim lights in the ceiling.

“So, where are you going after you leave here?” He questioned, taking a sip of wine from his glass.

“I’m not too sure yet, to be honest. I believe I’ll be heading to Busan next, though,” I said, mimicking his actions and taking a sip of wine from my glass.

He started telling me about a friend of his that worked in one of the Busan hospitals, saying he could put in a good word for me.

“Have you ever thought about settling down somewhere?” He asked. Now that he brought it up, I actually hadn’t thought about it. One of the main reasons I became a travel nurse was for the experiences. I had met so many people I never would have if I was settled down at a particular place.

“Honestly, I haven’t. I’ve enjoyed my experiences that I never would have had the opportunity to experience otherwise. I also have met many wonderful and intelligent people such as yourself” I admitted.

“I see. I was actually asking because I was going to ask you if you wanted to become my personal physician’s assistant,” He said, causing me to get choked on my wine. I was caught off guard, to say the least.

“Why me? There are others that are far more qualified than I am. Why didn’t you ask Jiyeon or Seoyeon?” I questioned. He chuckled at my response, “Honestly, while they are very good at their job, I don’t trust them enough to ask one of them to fill the position. I’m not completely confident in their ability to give the job the attention it deserves. I’ve worked closely with you for a couple of months now, and I know you are perfect for the job,” He said.

I was at a loss for words. I hadn’t even thought about staying, but what he was offering was tempting. I did really enjoy working there, and he was by far my favorite doctor I had ever worked with. Despite being annoyed with how often those two nurses gossiped and went on about Dr. Lee, they had become close friends of mine in such a short amount of time.

“Well… What have I got to lose?”

A wide smile appeared on his face when I said this. He thanked me and then raised his glass, “A toast,” He said. We clinked our glasses together and took another drink. The rest of the dinner was mainly spent talking about my duties and what would be expected. Near the end, he brought up a strange question.

“Do you believe what they say?”

“What do you mean?” I asked. I assumed the ‘they’ he was referring to were Jiyeon and Seoyeon. They say quite a lot of things, so knowing what exactly he was referring to would be a shot in the dark. He could be talking about them saying that he wasn’t interested in women, but I didn’t want to offend him if that wasn’t what he was referring to.

“What they say about me. It doesn’t matter, though, it’s not important,” He replied. Other than that, he didn’t say another word about the subject. After dinner, he drove me back to my apartment. I invited him up for coffee, and he accepted. I handed him a cup of coffee and sat beside him at the table.

“What I was referring to at the restaurant was the rumor about me not liking women. I know you don’t, since I heard you in the break room talking with them one day. I just thought that hearing it from you would help me feel better,” He admitted.

“Of course I don’t believe it! It’s silly that they think what they do just because you don’t acknowledge women when they flirt with you. I mean, seriously. If I had a bunch of women around me hitting on me while I was working, I would act the same as well,” I ranted. He laughed at my tone, even clapping when I finished.

“I actually have my eyes set on someone,” He said, “And she is unlike all of the other women that work at the hospital.” Now that was something I didn’t expect to hear. I was the person that he was with the most, and surely I would have noticed or at least heard about this woman.

When I didn’t respond to his words he spoke again, “You, (Y/N). I’m talking about you,” He smiled his signature smile again, dimples and all.

Just like the moment when I first laid eyes on him, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t think of a response, I was in complete shock. He must have thought I was rejecting him because he started to get up to leave. I grabbed him by his arm and pulled his face down to mine, kissing him. When he didn’t return the kiss, I pull back. I thought I had made a mistake by being so forward, but then he pulled me in for another kiss.

“I didn’t want to tell you about my feelings because I knew that you would be leaving soon. Then the idea came to me of making you my personal physician’s assistant. When you accepted I wanted to pull you into my arms and kiss you then, but I knew I couldn’t do that at the moment. You’re different (Y/N),” He moved a lock of hair out of my face, “I knew that the moment you stepped into the hospital,” He finished his sentence and kissed me again. His lips were like silk against mine, it was one of the most soothing sensations I had ever felt. When our lips parted, it was as if time had stood still for those few short seconds.  

“You know, a certain two nurses will really have fun talking about this. I don’t know if I’ll ever get any work done if they know,” I joked. He pulled me into a hug, “As I said before, let them talk. All we have to do is stay quiet,” He pecked me on the lips once more.



A couple of weeks later, Jiyeon and Seoyeon talked about Dr. Lee more than ever. After we started going out, he became happier around the hospital. He had a bit of a spring in his step since then, and he had picked up whistling while he walked through the halls. That lead to many questions coming my way, asking if I knew what had him in a more chipper mood lately. Jiyeon was especially adamant about prying information out of me.

“You’re the closest to Dr. Lee, so if anyone should know it should be you!” Jiyeon’s questions were out of control. She kept insisting that I ‘tell her about his secret’ as she put it. I told her countless times that I knew nothing, and knew of no changes that have happened in his life to make him more upbeat. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, though.

“I think she knows, but she doesn’t want to betray Dr. Lee by telling us~!”

“Come on, tell us please!”

By that point, their prying for information was really giving me a headache. I didn’t want to tell them that we were dating, that would only make them ask even more questions and pry even more. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any work done with them around, regardless of if they knew or not. I thought of a quick excuse that would get them to back off, but before I could say it their rambling stopped. I heard the whistling from down the hallway which could only mean one thing—Dr. Lee was coming. He came out of the hallway while twirling his stethoscope around beside him.

“(Y/N), can I borrow you really quick? I have something I’d like you to check out for me,” He said, grabbing a file off of the desk in front of me. I immediately took that as an opportunity to get away from being assaulted with questions, so I followed him down the hallway. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but I didn’t care as long as it would be quieter than where I was.

“I thought you had something for me to check out?” I asked, confused as to why we entered his office. He laid his stethoscope on his desk, “I heard the nurses nagging you earlier about me, so I thought I’d be your knight in shining armor and swoop in to save you. After all, we can’t have you getting stressed out now can we?”

He came up behind me and started massaging my shoulders, “Man, you are really tense,” He noted. “Yeah, my boss works me to death,” I teased.

“Are the nurses bothering you with all of their questions?” His hands left my shoulders and he wrapped his arms around my waist. “No, of course not.” Yes, they were bothering me quite a bit, but I didn’t want to let him know how much they were doing so. He saw through my act, though. “I know they are, that’s why you seem more stressed lately. It’s actually a little funny that so many useless questions can get you so worked up,” He chuckled, then he placed a kiss on my cheek.

“I don’t know why they are bothering me so much, but it’s like half of what I hear lately has to do with you. Jiyeon is the worst when it comes to bugging me about you, I have started avoiding her when I see her,” I laughed, thinking back to when I hid in a stairwell to avoid her. Her questions had started to drive me insane. It was as if bringing up Dr. Lee was something she had to do. She was ten times as worse when Seoyeon was around. 

“Do you think we should tell them, so they’ll stop bothering you?” We had agreed to not say anything about our relationship, knowing about the buzz it would cause and the questions it could bring up as to why I got the job and if I was competent enough to do the job. Now that he brought it up, though, it didn’t seem like that bad of an idea.

“What if someone brings it up as a conflict of interest?”

“Well, there’s not exactly anything that says workplace relationships are forbidden. And I did hire you before we started dating,” He pointed out. I rested my head against his shoulder, “I don’t know Jooheon, I just want this to go smoothly for us. I don’t want you to come under fire over this.”

We decided to not say anything, deciding that instead of telling any of our coworkers ourselves we would let them find out naturally. I was in the break room one afternoon when he decided to stop by.

I was pouring a cup of coffee when the door opened, Dr. Lee walking in. He came over to the coffee pot, kissed me on my cheek, and grabbed the pot and poured coffee in his cup. Jiyeon and Seoyeon were two of the ones in the room, and I could tell that they were watching us.

“What are our plans for the night?” He asked, leaning up against the counter.

“I was thinking takeout and a movie, how does that sound?”

“That sounds amazing, but I get to pick the movie this time,” He laughed and paused for a moment, “I have to get back to work, I’ll see you after my shift ends.” And with that, he left.

“Wait, (Y/N), you and Dr. Lee?”

“Why didn’t you tell us? See Jiyeon I told you that they had something special between them! I could tell just by the way they looked at one another!” Seoyeon started bragging about being right and Jiyeon not believing her.

“Don’t blame me, blame her! She kept the secret so well!”

“You sly woman! You’re why he’s been happier lately!”

The complete change in their attitudes and comments after that made me chuckle. I took a sip from my coffee as I sat down at the table. “I think I will really enjoy being here,”  I thought. I looked over at both of the girls beside me—who were now bickering over which one of them would ask Dr. Chae out first. “As long as these two are here to provide some entertainment for me of course.”

Chanyeol “You’re mine” scenario

Requested; Hiii ! Can I have a Chanyeol scenario where you get too close to Baek and he gets jealous and possessive and in he end you get dragged into Chanyeol’s lap where it turns into a make out session? Thanks :))))

A/N: Hii sorry for the long wait, I was forced to socialize lol i had fun doing this since Chanyeol is my bias from the exoness but yeeh this also caused me chest pains so i had to take a break several times so thanks for that lmao :)

Warnings: a lil makeout-sesh ahead

Thanks for requesting! Hope you like it!

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Baekhyun had come to your and Chanyeol’s house once again, he basically lived with you guys. You were happy that he came over because Chanyeol was working on some music so he didn’t have time to do anything with you.

Chanyeol was sitting on the sofa with his laptop in his lap. You and Baek were sitting on the floor playing some card game. As you were passing cards to each other you were talking about all kinds of stuff.

“Did I already tell you about how nervous Yeolie was before we went on stage for EXO’rDIUM?” Baek asked you with a laugh. You looked at him with a confused face and shook your head a no.

“Well, he was all nervous because he knew he’d have to show his abs but he wasn’t sure if it was good enough for you” He said with a laugh. Your jaw dropped.

“Yeolie-ah, is this true?” You asked with a smile. You thought it was cute if he really cared what you thought about him. Chanyeol lifted his head to look at you quickly and showing you a small smile before turning back to the laptop screen with a small blush on his cheeks. You chuckled.

“Awww, I mean, to clarify, I almost had a heart attack along with the other fans, like I haven’t seen him in months and to see that from the front row, oh my god” You gushed to Baekhyun. Chanyeol was listening secretly with a smile on his face. Baekhyun laughed.

“What about me then? Was I not good enough?” He asked with a fake hurt expression. You laughed.

“Maybe a little more work, then you’re there, just keep working out buddy” You said with a smile and patted his shoulder teasingly. He put a hand over his chest dramatically and gasped. He put down the cards he was holding and leaned close to you.

“Are you saying that my abs aren’t good enough?” He asked with squinted eyes. You just laughed, being used to teasing each other since you were really good friends with Baekhyun. If you weren’t so good friends you wouldn’t dare to joke about a subject like this.

“Abs? I don’t know if I’d call it that” You sassed. Baekhyun scoffed. He pushed you down to the ground and sat on your hips, straddling you, so you couldn’t kick him and started tickling you. You bursted out in laughter.

“Tell me my abs are good enough!” He yelled while tickling you.

“Never!” You shouted between laughing. He kept on tickling you until tears were running down your face from laughing so hard.

“Stop” You begged trying to catch your breathe.

“Only if you tell me my abs are good enough and I’m hot af” He laughed while slowing down the tickling a little bit.

“Okay okay, I’ll do it!” You surrendered. Baek stopped tickling you and pinned your hands over your head, waiting for you to say it.

“You’re abs are good enough and you’re hot af” You said breathlessly. Baekhyun smirked satisfied and let go of your hands and crawled off your lap.

What you didn’t know was that Chanyeol was done working and had been watching this tickle fight with a frown on his face.

You were still lying on the floor catching your breath. Chanyeol stood up from the sofa quietly and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. Baekhyun jumped up, noticing that Chanyeol was done working. He looked at you still laying on the floor. He bent down to pat your knee.

“Well, looks like my job here is done, goodnight Y/N” He smiled. You smiled back.

“Thanks for entertaining me, bye Baekkie” You laughed. He walked past the kitchen, yelling a quick bye to Chanyeol and made his way out of the door. You didn’t mind showing him the way out because he, like, lived with you two.

Chanyeol walked back to the living room where you were still laying on the floor just chilling. He walked to the the sofa and sat down. You noticed he wasn’t as happy and smiley as he usually was. You sat up on the floor studying Chanyeol’s profile. Suddenly he spoke up in a deep voice.

“Y/N-ah?” He asked with almost a monotone voice and without looking at you even once. You knew something was definetly off.

“Yeolie-ah, what’s wrong?” You asked, now a little worried in his sudden change of mood.

“Come here, baby” He said looking at you with a small smirk playing on his lips. You felt a shiver of excitement run down your spine as you walked to him. There was something different in his eyes. You stood in front of him, waiting for what he wanted next. He smirked up at you and just stared at you for a while. Your fingers were twitching because you weren’t sure if you should do something or just stand still. You didn’t get to think about that for long before he leaned forward a little bit and started to trail his fingers up your arms, barely even touching you, never breaking eye contact. The hairs on your neck stood on end from the small gesture. His hands wandered to your sides. Suddenly he pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him. You gasped quietly from the sudden move. Chanyeol smirked at your response. He leaned close to you, so your lips were almost touching his. You tried to lean forward to kiss him, tired of his teasing, but he just leaned back with a deep chuckle. He leaned close to you again but this time close to your ear. He spoke in a low voice that sent sparks exploding all over your body.

“You and Baek got quite close today, didn’t you?” He more like stated then asked. He let his lips graze your ear on purpose as he spoke. You now realised what this all was about. He was jealous. You shrugged the thought of how he could ever think that you would choose Baekhyun over him.

“I guess I need to remind you who you belong to” He said more to himself then you. He started leaving soft kisses on your neck. Those soft kisses turned more rough. You leaned your head back so he got better access to your neck. he found your sweet spot and started making a love bite there to mark you as his. He sucked on the skin before biting it lightly, then repeating it. When he was happy with his work he blew cold air on the spot to soothe it down. You whined in pleasure, clearly turned on from this action. You felt him smirk against your neck before he started to kiss along your neck until he reached your lips. He kissed you roughly but passionatly. You kissed back with just as much force and tangled your hands in his hair, slightly pulling. Chanyeol moaned into the kiss. His hands were roaming all over your body. You grinded down on his hips, which made him groan in pleasure. You took the opportunity to slip your toungue in his mouth, exploring the way too familiar place. Your tongues were playing a battle of who was the strongest. Chanyeol ended up winning of course. He smiled against your lips and pecked your lips one more time before he pulled away. He leaned back so his back was leaning against the sofa. You smiled at him teasingly.

“So you got jealous, huh?” You asked teasingly. Chanyeol blushed and muttering a ‘shut up’. You laughed.

“No, but you’re so important to me and I don’t wanna loose you” He explained quietly, looking down to hide his blush. You smiled at how cute and flustered he was when he just a second ago was so sexy and dominant.

“Aww, you’re just as important to me and you wouldn’t loose me to Baek, we’re just good friends, that’s all” You said pulling him in a hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck.

“Saranghae, Y/N” He mumbled in your neck. You smiled and mumbled an ‘I love you too’ in his hair. 


“Say something, Tessa.” Jem’s voice shook. “I fear that you think that I regret that night. I do not.” His thumb brushed over her wrist, the bare skin between the cuff of her dress and her glove. “I only regret that it came too soon. I—I would have wanted to—to court you first. To take you driving, with a chaperon.”

“A chaperon?” Tessa laughed despite herself.

He went on determinedly. “To tell you of my feelings first, before I showed them. To write poetry for you—”

“You don’t even like poetry,” Tessa said, her voice catching on a half laugh of relief.

“No. But you make me want to write it. Does that not count for anything?”

Tessa’s lips curled into a smile. She leaned forward and looked up into his face, so close to hers that she could make out each individual silvery eyelash on his lids, the faint white scars on his pale throat where once there had been Marks. “That sounds almost practiced, James Carstairs. How many girls have you made swoon with that observation?”

“There is only one girl I care to make swoon,” he said. “The question is, does she?”

She smiled at him. “She does.”

The Other One : Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Halloween Special Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9

 Part 10

“You’re late, again.” The choreographer said as Jaebum walked into the practice room.

He walks in to see his fellow members sitting around, waiting on their leader.

“Sorry, I was doing a favour for a friend.” And that friend was you. The favour was getting you a job, but you wouldn’t know he was getting you a job. He went to the café next to the JYP building, where you met, to ask if they could offer you a job. It took some high level flirting and he was able to convince them to send you an email.

You were lying on the floor, exhausted from looking for jobs all day. Then your phone lit up with an email. It read:

“Hello, we are offering you the position of barrister at superstar café. Your training starts at 3:00…”

You skimmed the email, jumping as you read it. You suddenly stopped you didn’t remember applying to a position there. But you had applied for so many, it was hard to keep track.

You rushed out and headed over to the café.

“You’re late.” The manager says, throwing the uniform at you.

You catch it and scurry into the bathroom to change. You looked cute, you look at the bow around your neck and straighten it up. You fold your clothes and stow them in the locker assigned to you.

“Hyuna will be your mentor, if you have any questions ask her. I’ll be in my office. Don’t disturb me.” Your manager says before slinking off to the back office.

Hyuna slightly bows to you. You do the same.

“Right, I’ll show you the basics.” She says, smiling.

As she shows how to use the machines, she jokes around. She made you laugh and you needed it, to keep the good mood from being at home flowing.

A loud cheer arose from the crowd seated outside the JYP building. Someone was coming out. It distracted you as you were making your 5th latte, for some reason it was proving difficult to make a milky coffee.

Hyuna suddenly stands up as the front door shuts softly. She bows and smiles to someone who had just come in. You put down your project and turn around. It was Jackson and Mark.

“They usually order easy drinks, so I’ll leave you to it.” Hyuna says, walking away.

You grab her arm and pull her closer, whispering:

“Where are you going?”

“Newbies always get the pleasure of dealing with idols, it’s like initiation. Enjoy it while you can.” She shakes your arm away and goes into the back office.

“Oh hey, I didn’t know you worked here.” Jackson exclaims.

“How can I help you today sir?” You ask.

He furrows his eyebrows and leans on the counter.

“It’s me. Jackson.” He cries, pulling down his face mask.

You stare at him, waiting for him to order. You didn’t feel like being friendly right now, he lived with Jaebum, if Jinyoung knew, they all knew.

“Ah shit, Mark I left my wallet in the practice room, could you run and get it for me?” Jackson asks, patting down his body.

Mark jogs out of the café.

“I am so sorry. I just didn’t think it was my place to say anything. JB is my hyung. I thought it was just a mistake, he loved you. He loves you and always will. You’re probably hurting right now, but so is JB. He is in really bad way. When he heard you were back, he was so happy. He left the fansign.  He is ready to give up everything for y-“

“What can I get for you sir?” You ask.

“I’d like the please forgive Jaebum, he won’t do it again. No ice please.” He jokes, flashing that infamous Jackson Wang smile.

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You fight off a smile, he was cute.

“We don’t have such a drink, maybe try Dunkin Donuts.”

Mark jogs in the café, panting.

“It wasn’t there.” He says, struggling to catch his breath.

“Ah yeah. I found it, it was in my pocket the whole time. Thanks though. I’ll get the iced coffee please.” He hands you the money, as you prepare the drink.

“Thank you.” He says, taking the drink from you.

He tells Mark that he’s going back to the practice room and that he’ll see him there. Mark nods and walks up to the counter.

“How can I help you today sir? Would you like to try some of our winter drinks?” You smile, folding your arms.

“I know you don’t like me or any of us right now, but Jinyoung is truly sorry. He only did what he did because he loves you. He thought you deserve better. And he didn’t want to hurt your feelings by just telling you out right. Just talk to him please, he needs it. I couldn’t think of anyone better than him for you.” Mark says, leaning in over the counter.

You had known Mark as long as you’d known Jaebum and in all those years he only uttered about 5 words per conversation. Here he was performing a full monologue, showing how much he cared for Jinyoung.

“Mark, I don’t think I could ever be with him, I don’t trust him and Jaebum…”

“What about Jaebum? Listen, he’s my bandmate and I love him, but after all he has done, to not only you, but to us. You deserve better and I think Jinyoung would be the best for that. Jaebum would be hurt at first, obviously. But would get over that once he saw that you were happy.”

You hand him his drink. Even though he didn’t order, you had bought the guys drinks plenty of times and Mark always go the same thing.

“You knew Mark, and now you’re telling me to trust you with Jinyoung.”

He slides you the money.

“Just think about it.” He says, before leaving.

“What happened between you and Jinyoung?” Hyuna asks, emerging from the back office.

“Nothing, he just uh broke my bag at a fan sign. And I posted some negative things online.” You say, wiping down the counter.

“Yeah… Okay, I don’t believe that for a minute. What happened?” She questions.

You didn’t know her, or trust her. You didn’t want to spill the beans about your life, and especially involving idols.

“I don’t really feel comfortable, disclosing that information.” You say, busying yourself, wiping down the counter.

“Disclose? What are you? Some sort of Lawyer? Listen, you can trust me, I’m not some crazy fan, and I couldn’t care less about idols.” She probes you.

“I just don’t know you and if I were to ‘disclose’ any information about myself, we would have to be friends.” You fold your arms and lean against the counter.

“Well we can get to know each other at your birthday party.” She smiles.

You look at her confused.

“What birthday party?”

“It’s your birthday on Friday, we are going to Hongdae and we are going to get lit.” She says, dancing to the non-existent music.

“How did you know it was my birthday?” You ask.

“It’s in your file. I’m not taking no for an answer. If you come out with me I will stop asking you about your secret life.” She proposes.

You really didn’t want to answer any of her questions, and if all it took was to go out for a few hours, you would go.

“Fine.” You sigh.

“Yes, I’ll come to your place after work, we’ll get ready and have a proper girl’s night.” She wraps her arms around you.

You move back.

“You’re very full on.” You say, trying to block her hands from attacking you once again.

“Well, you don’t have any friends and other girls don’t tend to like me.”

“Hey, I have friends!” You exclaim.

“Your mom doesn’t count.” She laughs.

You smile back at her, you didn’t really have friends in Korea. You preferred to keep yourself to yourself, and the fact that you managed to snag Jaebum was a surprise. At a time like this, you needed a friend. Even though you defeated the purpose by not telling her anything about you, but with time you could see yourself trusting her.  She had a trustworthy look about her, from her short brown hair to her wide smile.

You slowly walk up the stairs to your apartment. Usually you take the stairs, but you had put a bit of weight on, from being at home. You swear your mom cooked you a big meal every day for the duration of your trip. You needed to lose a few pounds, or just a bit. You were deceiving yourself if you think weight in time for Friday. But might as well try. You lug yourself up the few last stairs, huffing and puffing. Turning the corner, you see Jinyoung leaning up against your door.

“I guess you should come in.” You pant, walking up to him.

Your hands shake as you enter your pin, it felt like his eyes were  burning a hole in the back of your head.

He follows you inside, and takes a seat on your couch. You sit down on the chair opposite him.

 You sat in silence. You could a pin drop

“You got a new job?” He asks, eyeing your uniform.

You nod, it was awkward. Seeing him for a few seconds at a time, you could do, but to sit for an expected long period of time was worse.

“I was waiting for you to call, but I got restless and I came here.” He says, playing with his fingers.

“I never said I was gonna call. Mark asked me to think about it, and I said I would. Jinyoung, I need time away from you. I’m getting my life back on track. Maybe, just maybe I’ll be able to be acquainted with you, but for now, I need to be alone.” You explain.

Your eyes follow him as he gets up and sits next to you, he takes your hand in his and holds it tight. You are captivated by his chocolate orbs boring into your eyes.

“I’m so sorry for what happened. That I lied to you, I put myself first and that’s not the type of person I want to be, I want to be perfect for you. I never thought that I would fall in love with anyone, especially you. I tried hard to ignore the feelings I had, but I couldn’t. And when I saw the opportunity with J-. When I saw an opportunity, I took it.  I knew that I could make you happy, and you could do the same. You make me happy. I love you.” Jinyoung caresses your hand.

Here he was pouring his heart to you, he put everything out there. You had always suspected that he liked you, but to hear his feelings like this was overwhelming.

“I don’t know what to say…” You confess. You really didn’t, you were too shocked to reject his feelings outright.

“Don’t say anything.” He says, touching your lips with his.

His lips lock on to yours, knocking the breath out of your body. His lips were everything you imagined, soft and ample. He kisses you slowly, his gently pecks turning into open mouth passionate caresses. He feels your body relax and mould into his, as soon as you do his tongue darts into your mouth. And with that you push him away. It was wrong, he was Jaebum’s friend, and he used to be your friend too. It was all too much. As you were caught in a stare down, the doorbell rings. You rush over to check the monitor, it was Jaebum. He was holding your favourite drink and a bag from 7/11. You didn’t owe him anything but you didn’t want him to see Jinyoung coming out of your apartment with your lipstick all over his mouth.

“It’s Jaebum.” You mouth to Jinyoung. He gasps.

You push him into your bedroom.

“We’ll talk about this later.” You whisper, before closing the door.

The doorbell rings again. Jaebum expected you to be home by now, your shift finished just over an hour ago.

You rush to the kitchen and wet a napkin, wiping the lipstick from around your mouth off, you stand there for a couple of seconds, in shock. You had just kissed Jinyoung. Jinyoung! You run your hands over your uniform before answering the door.

I ran into a neighbor yesterday

I was on a rare trip outside to retrieve the mail when my neighbor returned from a walk. We began catching up. I was sharing my nightmare stories of dealing with hospice people when a panicked look crossed her face. “Oh, no! What time is it?” she asked. “I have to be home.” She reached into her pocket and quickly pulled out her phone to check the time. “I have two minutes to get back,” she said. I must have appeared concerned because she suddenly looked embarrassed. “It’s this television show we watch,” she said. “It’s called Miss Fisher.” I laughed and told her it was time for me to be running along, too. It made my day.

A Little Something About Gestures

Ugh. I’m not going to lie, I really didn’t like this when I started writing it but I loved the idea of it, so I was determined to make something of it. I don’t know how many times I wrote, deleted, and started this story over. Plus I had some technical difficulties… With that being said, I’m actually really happy with how this panned out. And I hope you enjoy it as much as I (eventually) enjoyed writing it. 


If there was one attribute that Harry Styles was known for, it was his gestures. Whether they were kind and caring or downright cheeky, he’d never hesitate to make someone’s day a little bit brighter. Make your day brighter is just what he did.

It started when you were eleven. You and your parents often had to change addresses due to your parent’s jobs; there was one year where you had to change schools three times. When you turned eleven, both of your parents had been offered long term jobs in Manchester. Because of all of the moving you’d done in the past, they wanted to move somewhere away from the hustle and bustle of a city and settle down where there were kids your own age that you could play with and hopefully start friendships that would last a lifetime.

You ended up in Cheshire in a little town called Holmes Chapel. Your next door neighbors didn’t hesitate to welcome you to the neighborhood and you quickly learned the girl next door, Gemma, was your age and she’d be in your class at school. Thus began your friendship with Gemma Styles. Except Gemma had a little brother that liked to follow you. Everywhere.

Most days when you and Gemma had made arrangements to have a play date, Harry weaved his way into those plans. If you went to the park, Harry wanted to push you on the swings; if you went down the slide, Harry was right there behind you; if you played in the sandbox, he’d be scooping up sand from a different corner to add to your pile.

Sometimes you’d have sleepovers and the three of you would make the biggest fort you possibly could, using every blanket and pillow in sight. You’d watch movies and snack on popcorn. Harry would laugh at all of the parts you laughed at and he shared his popcorn with you even though you had plenty of your own. If you slept over at his house, he’d always help Anne make breakfast and he’d always make sure your waffle had the most strawberries and blueberries.

That was how the duration of your summer went and you were ecstatic that you finally had a friend, two of them nonetheless, and a good one at that.

Throughout the duration of your teenage years, you, Gemma, and Harry spent a lot of time together. If your schedules allowed, you’d go on little road trips just to see what you could see or you’d head up to Manchester for a night on the town, or sometimes you took the train down to London to go to a concert at the O2. Wherever you went, Harry always sat next you and even though Gemma thought it was disgusting that her brother was flirting with her best friend, she also grew somewhat fond of the idea of the two of you becoming an item. Besides, it wasn’t like you didn’t know him and Gemma was setting you up on a blind date that would end horrendously.

When you were nineteen, Harry auditioned for the X Factor. Although he knew his mum and Gemma would be there to support him, the only person he needed there was you; you promised him you’d be there, you wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

Keeping in contact with him could be quite the challenge sometimes. Even though you were attending uni in London and Gemma was your roommate, band obligations took over his day and you were lucky if he dropped by once a week just for dinner or to watch a movie. But on the nights he did drop by, he’d always offer to help with dinner because he knew whatever you were preparing would be better than anything he could make and it gave him a chance to learn, and to learn from you, to say the least.

There was one night when he came over just before the show wrapped up for the season. Gemma could tell Harry wasn’t himself when she talked to him earlier that day and when she told him she’d be out for the night he practically begged her not to go; he needed her. At first, Gemma hadn’t mentioned that you’d be staying in that night. But when he found out, he’d all but hung up on Gemma and hailed the next taxi he could see to get to your flat. Gemma had informed you of Harry’s slight meltdown on the phone and you tried to think of what was going on that he’d need you for.

To put it lightly, Harry was overwhelmed. You’d never seen him cry until that night. He’d admitted his fears to you, saying that he didn’t know if he could do this, he didn’t know if he was good enough, and he didn’t want to disappoint anyone. You could feel your heart break as he confessed his worries. He was wise beyond his years and you had all the confidence in the world in him.

When he had calmed himself down, he apologized. He was embarrassed to say the least. But he had one more confession he had to get off of his chest.

“If I’m being honest, I’m actually really glad it was you who was here tonight and not Gemma.” He stared down at his cup of tea.

“Really? Why?”

“Because… Because…you feel like home.”

If his earlier confessions had broken your heart, his latest one had just put it back together and in that moment you realized something. Factoring in your own childhood and all the moving you did and all of the adjustments you had to make, sometimes you just needed a little home away from home. And Harry was your home away from home just as much as you were his. After all, he was only sixteen and stepping into stardom; if it was you, you’d want a little piece of home too.

Keep reading

So here’s my abusive relationship story:

When I was thirteen, I attended an alternate special education school (more on that later), and I met a boy one grade ahead of me, named Z. He was in a program for kids with severe behavioral issues, but when he was able to get control of himself, he was funny, charming, and quirky. I saw something genuine in him, even if he struggled to keep his behavior in check. We were fast friends until the end of the year, when he went off to high school. We lost touch. 

A year later I got to high school, and on my very first day, someone snuck up behind me and put his hands over my eyes. And hey, what do you know? It was Z. And this time, he was in a regular school program, with no supports, and he seemed to be doing okay. A bit of a social loner, but more stable than I’d ever seen him. So we became best friends, and then Facebook became a thing, and one awkward late-night Facebook conversation later, we were dating. 

Things with Z were fine for about a year. No arguments, no fights, nothing. My friend group joined his friend group, and everyone got along. Z stayed in regular classes and didn’t have outbursts. Life was good.

Things didn’t change overnight. It was gradual - week by week, he was a little angrier, a little less stable, and a little less in control. Z had never, ever had much of a filter, but now he was awful, lashing out at friends and teachers, often unprovoked. He rarely went to class and started failing everything. He lied about things that didn’t even make sense to lie about. He flew off the handle unpredictably and at random. He started breaking others’ things and starting fires at school. A teacher once let it slip that he was being monitored as a potential school shooter.

Years later, I found out he was pulling knives on my male friends when I wasn’t around and telling them to stay away from me. 

Friends pretty quickly abandoned Z, and I became his sole source of support. And even though he fought hard to keep his personality in check around me - and he did - he was terrified of losing me. At the time, I was an overweight and painfully insecure sixteen-year-old, and Z quickly figured out that he could prey on that to keep me around. So he started pointing out girls that were prettier than me. Or smarter. Or more talented. He made lists of girls he could have had instead of me and showed it to me, always ending with “but you’re lucky I chose you instead”.

He ordered me to cut off contact with male friends. He guilt tripped me for achieving good grades. He called me stuck-up when I applied to university. He would alternate between distant and disinterested, and hopelessly clingy. He started drinking. He would catch my clothes on fire with his lighter and laugh. He used to watch my house at night. He once held my head underwater until I lost consciousness. Friends were worried. Teachers would pull me aside and urge me to break up with him. I was sent to the guidance counsellor’s office to lie about bruises on my arms. 

Everything came to head with an incident that I won’t detail here. I was not present, but I found out after the fact that Z did something horrific, or at the very least caused something horrific to happen. I will say that I had to submit a statement to police about what I knew. The victim ultimately dropped the charges under mysterious circumstances. But that was it for me. 

We made it through our high school graduation, and had one last good night together. And then I was done. I had given him three years, and I wanted my life back. I broke things off and went off to university in another province. That was six years ago, and I haven’t seen Z since. 

But even though it was six years ago, I still think about it. Z’s life has not gone well. The snippets I’ve heard from friends and social media are pretty bleak - as far as I can tell, he is friendless, jobless and angry. He tells friends that he is still obsessed with me. They won’t tell me what else he says, but they warn me to lock my doors and avoid revealing my address online. 

At one point in my life, I was convinced that Z would kill me. I’m not afraid of him anymore. Mostly, I feel sorry for him. Z was abusive and his actions were inexcusable, but he was never a chest-beating stereotype, demanding to know why his dinner wasn’t on the table. On some level, he was always a scared little boy who couldn’t control his impulses, no matter how much he wanted to. The impression everyone got from him wasn’t of malice, or evil - he just sort of seemed neglected. Clearly, he has some neurological issues, and he came from a family that just didn’t give a shit. He was allowed to run wild. No one checked his attendance. No one cared where he was. No one bothered to make sure he was clean, or fed, or getting the therapy he needed. It’s not an excuse, but I can’t blame him as much as I probably should. 

So I guess the moral of the story is - if there even is one - is that abuse is complicated. It doesn’t fit one narrative. Sometimes, abuse is a scared 15-year-old kid trying desperately to comfort her equally scared and mentally ill best friend. I don’t know if it still affects my relationships - I’ll never know what I would been without an abusive relationship. I’ll never know any other kind of life.

This ended up being a lot longer than I meant it to be - if you read this far, you get all my love and thanks. I guess I have a lot more thoughts about this than I realized. Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? How did it affect you?

The Assassin

Pairing - Reader x Namjoon (But all of the boys are in the story)

Word Count - 2425

Genre - Assassin/Spy Au

Part - 1/13

Y/n is accustomed to living a very secretive life and not being able to trust anyone. She finally puts her trust in someone only to have her life put in danger, how will she win this battle?

A/n - This Part is super boring, I apologize. Don’t worry I’ve already written the second part and it is a lot better!

Character Profiles Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight  Part NinePart Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve

I glanced down at the warm coffee mug in my hand. I wanted desperately to drink the liquid and escape the awkward conversation I had been having. My coworkers had forced me into a blind date and the guy that they had set me up with was the worst of the worst. He reeked of funk and cheap perfume. He wore a goofy plaid suit with a bow tie that was far too big.

But hey I’m not so superficial that I’m only into looks if the person has a great personality I’d be willing to compromise. This guy’s personality was lacking to say the least. He rambled on and on about random things I cared nothing about.

The worst thing of all was his obsession with my lotion. He said he loved my lotion and kept asking to smell my hand.

I wanted nothing more than out of this situation, I glanced at the watch on my arm. Okay it’s been twenty minutes, ten more and I can respectfully excuse myself saying that I was feeling unwell. A few minutes had passed and he had asked to smell my hand again. I decided I just couldn’t stay any longer so I politely told him I needed to go to the bathroom.

On my way to the bathroom I bumped into my boss and friend from college. I was surprised that he was actually getting his own coffee. He looked really nice in his tailored suit and slicked back hair.

“Ohh….Mr.Kim.” I said.

“Oh hey y/n what are you doing here?”

“Just having coffee. How are you?” I asked glancing over my shoulder and to see if my blind date had noticed me talking to Namjoon. He hadn’t.

“I’ve been good, I’m sorry am I keeping you away from your date?” He asked following my eyes to look at the man as well.

“No, I mean yes. But it’s totally fine because I was just planning my escape route.” I said laughing.

“Has he been sniffing his fingers like that the entire time?” He said taking another quick glance at the man.

“Yes and it’s driving me insane, he has this weird obsessing with smelling things. He keeps asking to smell my hands.” I said making Namjoon explode with laughter.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.” He said smiling softly before grabbing my hand and leading me back to the table.
“What are you going to do?” I asked trying to keep up with his long legged steps.

“Just follow my lead.” He said winking.

Once we walked over to the table my date looked up at me with a confused look on his eyes.

“What’s going on y/n?” He asked standing up.

“Hi buddy, I’m sorry to let you know that your date is over now.” Namjoon stated plainly.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Well I don’t know if y/n has told you about me but I’m her ex-boyfriend. We’ve decided now that we are madly in love with each other and want to rekindle our love and get married.” Namjoon said taking out a very expensive engagement ring and sliding it on my finger. I couldn’t help but show the confused look on my face and Namjoon noticed wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Is – Is this true?” He said looking at me.

“Yes im sorry. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings but I’m in love.” I said glancing up at Namjoon with a fake smile.

My date said nothing and immediately walked out of the café.

“Poor guy he looked like he was going to cry.” Namjoon said sitting down at the table.

“Are you going to finish that?” He said pointing to my drink.

I sat down across from him and finally took a sip of my now warm beverage.

“Thank you so much for helping me. You don’t understand how awful that date was going.” I said.

“Of course, what are friends for?” He said. Friends?

“My lunch break is over and I really do have to get back to work now Mr. Kim.” I said arising from my seat.

“Yeah me too, but hey you owe me. You know for helping you out of your blind date from hell.” He said jokingly.

“Um okay, what do you want? Money?” I said

“I don’t want your money, I want your time.” He said.

“My time?” I asked inquisitively.

“Yes pick a place any place sometime next week and go out on a date with me.” He said smiling wide enough to show his dimples.

“Okay. Sure I’ll go on a date with you, but I really do have to get back to work so i’ll text you.” I’m sure I could find his number somewhere at the office.

“It’s a deal.” He said standing up.

“Oh before I forget, here you go. ” I said as I removed the beautiful engagement ring from earlier off of my finger. “

“Keep it, it’s yours.” He said.

“It looks very expensive, are you sure?” I asked.

“Of course, and wear it on our date next week.” He said causing me to blush slightly.

Two days later and I finally had the chance to call Namjoon to make plans with him. It was hard finding time with my busy work schedule but we’d decided on Friday.

Friday came quicker than I had anticipated and I finished off my work load quickly so that I could go home and change into something presentable for the date.

It had surprised me how much I cared about how I looked but I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to impress Namjoon a bit.

He looked so good when I had ran into him at the cafe. He was always a handsome guy. Tall, lean and with a killer smile. All of the girls at the office wanted him.

He showed them no interest though. We all just assumed that he had a girlfriend or something. He never really talked about his personal life. I went to college with him but I still knew very little about him.

I wasnt one to pry though. So I never asked him anything too personal that could possibly make him uncomfortable. He did however, ask me personal questions frequently. Making the other girls at the office wonder why he showed me special attention. I just told them that it was probably because we went to university together so he knew me longer.

I took one last glance in the mirror. I wore my hair in a slicked back pony tail. I wore a white sweater crop top, a high wasted fitted black skirt and pair of simple black heels. I paired it with a gray furry clutch and red lipstick. Simple yet eye catching. What guy could resist?

When I showed up to the dimly lit restaurant, I immediately noticed Namjoon sitting in the corner on his phone.

I made my way to the table and when he saw me he quickly arose from his seat staring at me extensively.

“Damn, you look fantastic.” He said.

“Thank you.” I said blushing and sitting down at the table as he followed suit.

“What are you drinking?” I said looking at the menu.

Namjoon would not take his eyes off of me.

“Whatever you are drinking.” He replied.

Two gin and tonics later, Namjoon and I were laughing and reminiscing about our college days.

“You know, I had a really huge crush on you in college.” He said.

A surprised expression overtook my face as I looked up at him.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes really, you didnt really talk to me though.” He said.

“Well I kinda of just saw you as a cool guy that everybody wanted and I tried avoided you at all cost.” I said.

“Hmm.” He put on a thinking face. “You thought I was cool?” He joked.

The time seemed to fly by with Namjoon and to be honest. I didn’t want this night to end. I don’t know if it was because of the liquor in our systems or the fact that we felt more comfortable with each other, but we were having a great time.

“That looks great on you, it really suits you.” Namjoon said pointing at the engagement ring.

“Yeah, it’s kind of weird wearing an engagement ring when I’m not even getting married.” I said playing with the ring.

“I can change that. ” Namjoon said gazing into my eyes.

“What?” I said, taking my eyes off of the ring and focusing them back on him.

“Marry me.” He said, expression unchanged.

“Goodness, I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink.” I said as I playfully moved Namjoon’s glass out of his reach.

“Im not drunk and im very serious.” He said smiling.

“Namjoon we’ve been on one date. Why would I marry you?” I asked seriously.

“Because you owe me.” He replied.

“No, I don’t. I’ve paid off my debt with this date. ” I said.

“Okay, well how about for $500,000.” He asked taking a sip of his drink.

“Half a million dollars?!” Where would you get that type of money from?“ I asked.

“Here’s the deal. My parents are very rich as you know. I was supposed to get a trust fund on several millions when I turned 23 but my parents are refusing to give it to me. They want me to get married first. So that’s where you come into the plan. You help me and I’ll help you.” He said.

I couldnt believe I was actually thinking about this. Marrying someone I wasnt even dating, and for money.

“Namjoon as tempting as that sounds. I dont want to be married right now.” I told him.

“And neither do I. Which is why we will have the marriage annulled within a month. After my parents give me the money.” He said.

“Wont your parents find that odd?” I asked.

“No I’ll just tell them that you only wanted me for my money or something like that.” He said.

I couldn’t believe how long I was pondering this. But marrying Namjoon didn’t seem too terrible. I mean I get half a million dollars for a fake marriage that we could have annulled within a month.

Before I could give him an answer my phone started to ring.

“Can you excuse me for one moment please?”

“Go ahead.” He nodded his head lightly

I got up from the table and walked to the restroom where it was a bit quieter.


“Where are you y/n” my father spoke into the phone.

“I’m uh at work still.” I lied

“You were suppose to be here for dinner 30 minutes ago”

“I’m sorry dad. I got a little carried away.” I had completely forgot that my parents wanted me home for dinner tonight.

“We’ll make your way here. I’m starving and your mother wants us to wait on you.”

“Yes sir.” I said before hanging up the phone.

I walked back to the table to see Namjoon taking a sip from his drink.

“Thank god. For a second I thought you were going to sneak out.” He joked.

“No never but I have to go. I’ll sleep on your proposition and let you know first thing in the morning.” I smiled and thanked him for dinner before heading home.

I was 23 years old and my parents still treat me like a kid. I had to do everything they asked of me. It was always their way or no way and although I knew I could just rebel it hurt to much disobey my parents.

I arrived home in about 10 minutes and this was not achieved by following the law. I used my key to open the door and walked into the dining room to see my mom and dad sitting at the dinner table.

“Glad you could make it.” My mom smiled at me. I pulled her into a warm embrace and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Take a seat.” My father coldly instructed. Me and my father never had a loving relationship. He definitely put his authority as my father to use but he never showed me any love. He never showed any emotion whatsoever, not even to my mom. I didn’t understand how you could love a woman enough to marry her have a child with and raise a child and still be so heartless and cold. My mother blamed it on the war, she says he wasn’t always like this.

“You’ve been working a lot but you haven’t been getting any promotions.” My father asked taking a bit of his food.

“Uh there isn’t exactly anything for me to be promoted too. All the spots are filled.”

“Well then you need to empty them and put yourself there.” He lectured. My father has always wanted for me to be successful.

“I’ll try.” I replied looking down in shame. I was never good enough for him.

“Give her a break honey. They just haven’t noticed her potential yet.” My mom said

“Well it’s important that she puts herself out there so that they do.”

She quickly returned to eating her food. I could tell she wanted to help me but I wasn’t the one who had to sleep with him at night. I smiled at her letting her know I’d be okay.

“Why haven’t you eaten any of your food?” My mom asked changing the subject.

“I’m not really hungry.” I simply replied.

“Why?” My father asked. He always had to make things so complicated.

“I already ate today - while I was working.” I quickly corrected myself. My father would flip If he found out I was out on a date. He told me that I didn’t need to date. That I should focus on my career.

Dinner was finally done and although I wanted to leave as quick as possible, I kindly helped my mother clean the dishes and then headed home.

When I arrived I decided to call Namjoon. I dont know why but for some reason after talking to my parents I really wanted to talk to him.

“Wow, I wasnt expecting your call until the morning.” Namjoon said.

“Okay, Not saying that Im agreeing with this. But lets say I say yes. When would the wedding be?”

“Tomorrow.” Namjoon said.

“What?!” I questioned.

“You heard me, it’s tomorrow. So what do do you say y/n, will you marry me?”