face you make when your co worker is crazy

Mafia!Jungkook Imagine


Imagine your a police officer trying to arrest a mafia boss… A quite special one. In the end, nothing goes like planned… And suddenly he’s your boss.


Mafia!Au, and a little bit of everything?

Part 1//Part 2

Usually you weren’t charged with cases involving the mafia. Especially since you got this job only half a year ago. But today, you entered your working place and instantly noticed that something was off: Everyone was looking at you with a curious, sympathetic expression. You raised your eyebrows in confusion when your boss, a middle-aged, serious woman, left her office and came your way.

“Good morning, (Y/N). I’ve got bad news. Officer Miller didn’t return from his… mission yesterday. He probably got in contact with the mafia. We need someone to search for him. Your the only one who  might know where exactly he went.”

Your eyes went big in shock and you nodded. Yes, you knew where he went. And you’d told him at least 10 times to stay away from there. That idiot… Of course you were the one saving his ass now. You informed your boss that you were leaving immediatly, since every second might be his last. You also took one of your co-workers with you, since you didn’t want to make the same mistake as him. 10 minutes later, equipped with a gun and a tracking device, you and oneof your co-workers where rushing to the place where you assumed you’d find the Officer.

“I can’t believe Miller was naive enough to go there alone. Even I heard that this part of town is practically invested by the mafia! What was he hoping? That he could arrest them all alone?”, the young man accompanying you said angrily.

You just shrugged your shoulders. Actually, he was probably right. Some people just wanted to be a hero at all costs.

After looking for the officer for about 2 hours in a quite shabby neighbourhood, the two of you arrived at a shady looking bar. Just looking at it made you feel uncomfortable. The wall was painted all black but the colour was already falling off, making the whole building looking kind off run-down. There where no windows. The only hint of colour decorating the bar was a yellow neon sign. It said ‘Happy Oasis’, which made you roll your eyes. Whoever picked this name was probably blind. But you were pretty sure the Officer went to this part of town, so if they didn’t bring him to another place that fast, this bar was your last hope.

You told your co-worker to stay close to you as you entered the bar. Loud, harsh voices, the smell of alcohol and way to much perfume were making you want to puke or at least run away. But you forced yourself to stay and observe the bar. You pulled your collar up to your nose and made sure your gun was still there. It was an open secret that you weren’t welcome here and luckily you weren’t dumb enough to wear your police uniform. It only took you a few seconds to realize that you were being observed.  

In the darkest corner of the bar a few guys were sitting on a big, dark red sofa. They were drinking a strange clear liquid and some of them had amused smirks on their faces. You immediatly knew who they where. Not like they were trying to hide it.

“I think those guys might know where Officer Miller is…”, your co-worker whispered. You nodded slightly, not wanting to catch the attention of even more people. Well, there was only one way to find out. You exchanged a knowing glance with him, then you made your way over to the sofa. You didn’t even need to say anything, one of them immediatly started talking.

“Well well, what are the cops doing at a place like this? Is your job getting boring?”, he said as he raised one eyebrow. Some of the other guys started laughing.

You tried not to show them how confused you where. How did he know you where cops? Did you act that obvious? However, you still had to find out where Miller was.

“You know why whe’re here. You took something that’s not yours. And we’d like to have it back.”, you said with a stable voice. The last thing you wanted was to sound intimidated- even If you where.

Now all of them were laughing. The atmosphere was overbearing. You exchanged an alarmed look with your co-worker. Maybe they weren’t the one who took Miller and you where just getting yourselfs in danger, without a reason. Maybe you should just leave. At least your brain was telling you to do so. And your legs. And basically every cell of your body.

“We take something that’s not ours every day, sweetie.You'll have to get more precise, I don’t have time for you.”

Your nerves where already all on edge, so you decided to just confront him. Not like you had a choice, this wasn’t going well for you at all anyways.

“You abducted a Police Officer. Where is he? If I was you, I wouldn’t mess with the Police.”

You weren’t really thinking, you just tried to get some information without getting yourself into deeper trouble. On the risk that those guys didn’t even take the Officer. However, that didn’t work out well.

“Maybe we did. Maybe we didn’t. And I don’t think you should talk about messing with someone right know.” The guy eyed you with his dark brown eyes, eyebrows still raised. You could tell he was starting to get impatient. You need to get yourself out of here, but on the other hand you couldn’t just leave Miller with those mafia guys- If they actually took him. You took a deep breath. There was no right or wrong, just a solution that would save your ass- and your co-workers.

“How about we make a deal? You let our collegue go and we make sure there’s not going to be a police raid in this area.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. They had to agree. This was your last chance. It was a fair deal, all you could do. You assumed the guy who talked to you was the leader so you studied his reaction. He actually seemed to be considering it. You had to admit that you couldn’t assure him that the police wasn’t doing a police raid anyways after Miller was free, but you still prayed for the best.

After some time, it felt like eternity, he lifted his head and smirked. The other guys where already minding their own business by now, leaving the brown eyed guy, you and your co-worker alone.

“Alright. That’s the deal. No police raids here. That cop is free. Follow me… I’ll show you where he is. And don’t even try to trick me, someone’s watching my back.”

He stood up from the sofa, now standing right in front of you. He was quite tall and you couldn’t stop yourself from realizing…- how handsome he actually was. Even when he had this strange smirk on his lips. It gave you chills. His dark brown hair looked so fluffy you had to hold yourself back from touching it. Before he could catch you staring at his face, he turned around and quickly walked to a little, black door which you hadn’t even seen until now. You had problems keeping up with him and making sure your gun was still at the right place, so you didn’t mind turning around to look for your co-worker. If he wasn’t crazy. he would be following anyways. When you arrived at the door, the mafia guy opened it and signaled for you to walk in. Once again you didn’t have a choice, so you quickly walked into the room, expecting Officer Miller to be there somewhere. However, you were greeted by nothing but darkness. It was so dark you couldn’t even see your own hand. You had a really bad feeling about this. If he was here, wouldn’t he try to make a sound? It was completely silent. Way to silent. Was it all… a trap? You could hear the door closing behind you with a loud bump and you jumped slightly. Right. You could slap yourself. Yes, you didn’t have a choice, but you shouldn’t have trusted him.

“The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He’s on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon.”

Originally posted by nnochu

So this was part one of my very first Imagine-

If you guys like it, I’ll make a part two, If not… This Imagine is just chilling on my blog, don’t mind it xD

Please let me know in case you actually like it.~~

Jealous - Nick Jonas



I wish you didn’t have to post it out

I wish you’d save a little bit just for me

Protective or possessive, yeah

Call it passive or aggressive

You bowed once more before rushing off the stage, leaving all your screaming and cheering fans behind. Your manager immediately rushed over with a bottle of water as he praised your great performance, your makeup artist also rushed over to help you wipe your sweat and touchup your makeup before you have to go back on stage for the closing of the show.

After drowning the whole bottle of water from your manager, you walked back to the backstage area where the other artists are waiting for the finale. Your smile widened when you spotted your boyfriend, Jin, and his group. His gaze catches yours and he stood up and opened his arms as you rushed towards him excitedly.

“Your performance was awesome as usual, babe.” he complimented, placing soft kisses all over your face, making you giggle. When he pulled away from you, his brows furrowed, the smile on his face dropping slightly.

You gave him a confused look as he took off the jacket he was wearing and put it on for you, covering your very revealing outfit. “Better.” he mumbled under his breath, his group members snickering when they realised what he was doing.

Jin sat back down, and pulled you onto his lap before wrapping his arms around you protectively. You giggled, “why are you acting like this?” He shook his head, not answering your question, but you kept pressuring him to give you a proper answer.

He sighed defeatedly before standing up and pulling you aside, where his members and other staff and backstage crew couldn’t hear your conversation. “I don’t like your outfit.” he told you.

You frowned, “I thought you said you like it when I sent you a picture during the fitting.”

“Let me rephrase that,” he paused and thought for a moment before continuing, “I like your outfit, a lot. I just don’t like sharing what’s mine with other people…” he trailed off, his cheeks heating up slightly as you finally understood what he meant.

You wrapped your arms around him and in a soft voice, you said to him, “I can’t help it, this is part of my job… But hey, you get to see a lot more than all the fans outside can see, and they can never get their hands on me, cause I’m all yours.”


It’s not your fault that they hover

I mean no disrespect

It’s my right to be hellish

I still get jealous

Suga frowned as he read through the comments on your Instagram pictures. ‘Cute’, ‘sexy’, ‘beautiful’, ‘be mine’, and a lot more similar things were written on every single picture. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose stressfully, unaware as you entered the bedroom.

“What’s wrong?” you asked worriedly, quickly rushing to his side when you saw the frustrated look on his face. He shook his head in a dismissing manner and gave you a forced smile, which only made you even more concerned.

After seeing the unconvinced expression on your face, he gave up his cool act and sat up straight, patting on the empty space on the bed next to him. You sat down and looked at him expectedly. “Have you ever read the comments on your Instagram pictures?” he asked you seriously.

You nodded, “of course I have, your fans are so nice, always complimenting me.” Hearing that his fans are being nice to you made him smile a little, but did not lessen the jealousy he was feeling. You knew something was bothering him even though he had a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” you asked cheekily.

Suga blushed, but did not deny your statement. You giggled, finding your jealous boyfriend’s reaction very unlike himself, but at the same time made him more attractive.

He rolled his eyes playfully, “it’s not funny! I have every right to feel this way!” he defended himself.

You held both your hands up, “I swear I’m not making fun of you! I just find your reaction very adorable.” you teased, pinching his cheeks gently while he tried to get your hands away from his face. Seeing you being so playful and happy cheered him up too, the frown on his face slowly replaced by a grin that he did not try to hide.

“You’re the adorable one, not me.” he complimented before placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose, making you blush — a reaction that all those people who commented can never get from you.


You’re too sexy, beautiful

And everybody wants to taste

That’s why

I still get jealous

“You hair is so soft!”

“I like the way you’ve done your makeup today!”

“The dress you’re wearing hugs your figure so well!”

“You look beautiful like always!”

“Hoseok is so lucky to call you his!”

“Enough, enough!” J-Hope shouted, cutting off everyone else in the room. Everyone was looking at him with knowing expressions, but didn’t change the fact that his sudden outburst was starting to cause a scene in the small office area.

You rushed to his side and pulled him out of the room, apologising to your co-workers as you passed them. All of them gave you understanding smiles before returning to their work.

After finding an empty meeting room, you pulled your boyfriend into the room and sat him down on one of the chairs as you looked at him with a frown. “What’s wrong with you?” you asked with your hands on your waist.

He tried to calm himself down before answering, not wanting to take his anger out on you. Thinking back at what he’s done minutes ago, his face started heating up as he realised how rude and childish he must’ve appeared to them.

“Sorry.” he mumbled, pulling gently on your arm as he tried to sit you down on the chair next to him. You did not move from your spot, still staring down at your boyfriend. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away awkwardly, “You’re so beautiful… I just get really jealous when all your co-workers compliment you…”

You tried to hide the smile on your face, but it was impossible after hearing his explanation. You sat down as he wanted, and grabbed his fidgeting hands. “They were just being friendly… I’m not the only girl they compliment here, but they’re just doing it a lot more today because they knew you were coming.”

J-Hope blushed even harder after the words came out of your mouth, immediately hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he pulled you closer towards him. You rubbed his back in a comforting manner, in your mind secretly thanking your co-workers for making your boyfriend jealous.

Rap Monster

Am I crazy, have I lost ya?

Even though I know you love me, can’t help it

Rap Monster was about to enter the bedroom when he realised you were on the phone, talking quietly on the phone. He knew that eavesdropping is not the right thing to do, but he couldn’t help but feel curious when he saw the serious expression on your face.

You sighed, unaware of your boyfriend who was standing by the door. “Sometimes I feel like he doesn’t care that much about me… He doesn’t even compliment me like he used to do anymore.”

Hearing those words, his heart dropped a little. Of course he loves you, he thought he made it very obvious, all his group members would tease him about you all the time. You hung up on the phone a few minutes later, and your boyfriend immediately pushed the door wide open, acting like he had just got home. “Honey, I’m home!” he sung, a bright smile on his face.

He came closer and kissed your lips passionately, before pulling away and caressing your cheeks with his thumb, “you smell different, new perfume?” he asked. You nodded, slightly surprised that he actually took notice of the slight change.

He went to take a shower as you prepared dinner, and he almost gave you a heart attack when he suddenly hugged you from behind. “You scared me!”

“Sorry, my love.” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “Wow, the food smells very nice, can’t wait to eat it!”

You gave him a suspicious look but did not say anything. Instead, you pushed him out of your way and he obediently sat down at the dining table, waiting patiently.

After taking a bite of the food you’ve made, he gave you a thumbs up. “Your cooking has improved so much!”

You thanked him with a heated face, his compliments overwhelming you. “Why are you being so nice tonight?” you asked him once you’ve both finished dinner and was watching television in the living room.

"Am I not allowed to compliment my own girlfriend?” he rolled his eyes playfully. “I love you so much!” he sung, booping your nose.

“I love you too, you idiot.” you grinned. Seeing you being so happy just being of his simple words made him happy too, and he promised himself that he would give you compliments everyday to brighten your days.


I turn my chin music up

And I’m puffing my chest

I’m getting red in the face

You can call me obsessed

You and Jimin turned around when you heard someone calling your name from afar. A male friend from school jogged towards you from the other side of the road and you waved at him. “Hi!” he greeted, a huge smile on his face.

You two started making polite small talks, your boyfriend stood beside you as he eyed the guy in front of him quietly. He’s a very tall and good-looking guy, Jimin unconsciously stood up straighter and tilted his head upwards so he’d look taller and more intimidating. He wrapped his arms around you tighter protectively, and that was when you remembered that you haven’t introduced them to each other.

“Oh, I almost forgot! This is a friend of mine from school, and this is my boyfriend, Jimin.” you introduced. Your friend stuck his hand out politely as he greeted your boyfriend, but Jimin only glanced at the outstretched hand briefly before nodding with a blank face. You nudged your boyfriend and he only gave you a cute smile before looking away.

Your friend looked between you two awkwardly before announcing that he has to be somewhere and said goodbye. You bowed apologetically but he only waved you off nicely, jogging back to where he came from.

When he’s out of sight, you pushed your boyfriend away and crossed your arms in front of your chest, Jimin only looking at you with an innocent grin like he has done nothing wrong.

“Park Jimin!” you growled, “you were so rude!”

He shrugged his shoulders before taking your hand and continued walking towards your destination like nothing happened. You tried to shake his hand off but he was too strong. You stood still and he still managed to pull you forward slightly before he turned towards you, his usually friendly features looking very frustrated. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Why were you so rude?” you asked, ignoring the curious glances people around you were throwing.

Jimin ran his hands through his hair several times before pouting, “I was jealous, alright?” You only looked at him with a blank look, and he knew that his explanation was not detailed enough. “You were ignoring me when you were talking to him, and he’s such a tall and good-looking guy compared to me…”

Your expression softened and you pinched his cheeks playfully, “you don’t have to feel insecure, I love you and only you, okay?” You gave him a short but sweet kiss on his lips before pulling away, the uncontrollable grin remained on his face for the rest of the day.


You’re the only one invited

I said there’s no one else for you

Cause you know I get excited, yeah

When you get jealous too

“Where are the rest of the guys?” you asked when you entered the practice room. Your boyfriend has invited you over late at night, saying that the group has something important to show you.

V shrugged, pushing a chair towards you, motioning you to sit down. “I only invited you cause I wanted to show you something, but there’s a slight problem…”

You watched him curiously as he paced around the room, mumbling to himself. Sometimes he would walk in front of the computer and press a few buttons, but then would resume his previous action and continue walking.

You were about to doze off when the door opened, and a girl who you assumed was a technician of some kind walked in. “You called?” she said after bowing politely.

V pointed towards the computer, “I can’t seem to log into my account…” he told the girl as he scratched his neck awkwardly. She clicked a few buttons and then turned towards your boyfriend with a frustrated look on her face.

"You were logged in the whole time.” she said, rolling her eyes.

V blushed embarrassedly, immediately bowing and thanking the girl. She eventually let out a short laugh before punching your boyfriend’s shoulder playfully, almost making him fall. “You’re such an idiot, I feel bad for your lovely girlfriend.” she joked before winking at you, and left you two alone once again.

You sat with your arms crossed in front of your chest, V unaware of the annoyed look on your face as he still had his back facing you, busying clicking things on the computer.

It was when you stood up when he finally took notice of the change on your face. “Why the grumpy face?” he asked, pulling your arm so you couldn’t leave the room.

“I didn’t like how friendly she was treating you.” you told him honestly, knowing you probably sound unreasonable, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous.

He started laughing at you, bent over as he gripped onto the table to keep his balance. You watched him in disbelief, not finding the situation funny at all. After he calmed down, he told you with a huge grin, “so you were jealous? I think I should be the one who should be jealous, because she likes the same girl that I’m in love with.”

Your face heated up so quickly that you felt slightly dizzy, and was glad that you were in your boyfriend’s warm embrace. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.” he chuckled before showing you the new dance moves he came up with excitedly.


I don’t like the way he’s looking at you

I’m starting to think you want him too

Jungkook watched from afar as you and his group members chatted, his focus drifting away from his manager, who was trying to talk to him about something important. He couldn’t help but feel overly protective, sometimes even possessive, whenever his group members are around you.

“Are you even listening?” his manager asked, and Jungkook nodded although he wasn’t even paying attention. His manager sighed before waving him away, deciding that it’s a waste of time to get the youngest member to focus.

As Jungkook returned to the circle, he could see that you were enjoying yourself a lot, laughing and talking nonstop. “What are you guys talking about?” he asked as he sat down next to you, his hand automatically found yours.

“They were just talking about the funny things they’ve experienced when they were touring!” you told your boyfriend excitedly, your cheeks sore from smiling so widely.

He noticed, as the members continued their stories, that they were looking at you differently — they were all grinning from ear to ear, their eyes stayed on you most of the time, and their bodies unconsciously leaning towards you slightly. The frown on his face deepened when you slipped your hand out of his, clapping cheerfully after hearing what the other members were saying.

Jungkook stayed quiet the whole time, only nodding and laughing occasionally. Even on the way home, he was less energetic than usual. “Why are you so quiet today?” you asked him when you both were finally alone.

“What do you think about the rest of the group?”

“They’re really nice, like older brothers that I’ve never had!” you answered, genuinely happy that they’ve accepted you into their circle.

“Do you like them more than in a friendly or brotherly way, then?” Jungkook fired another question, catching you off guard. He repeated his question when you didn’t answer, this time sounding less confident.

You shook your head, “are you crazy? Of course not! Why, are you jealous?”

Jungkook blushed, knowing that you’ve caught on. You couldn’t help but smile when he looked away shyly, trying to hide his red cheeks. “I love you, Kookie.” you whispered, squeezing his hand reassuringly.


Harry Styles, AU, Mature

(a/n: hi! I tried writing in second person and it was a little difficult, but this is my first time doing it. This is really about Harry’s fingers and what you’d all like them to do. *sweats thinking about it*)

It always amazed you how you remained invisible no matter how hard you tried to stand out. You’d never been confident, always struggling to be comfortable in your own skin. Sometimes that led to bad fashion choices on your part, which set off the immediate ridicule that caused you to crawl back into yourself.
You remember when you were six and your mother smiled kindly at you at the head of an empty table decorated with a paper cloth and plastic tea set. She let you eat almost the entire cake that night, since there had been no one to share it with.

That was the first time you remembered the comfort food provided you.

You remember when you were eleven and you felt those butterflies your mother always talked about moving swiftly in your belly. Your large glasses sat on your nose, chubby cheeks red with a blush as the boy ran with the rest of the class.

That shy blush turned to shame when the boy let the class know he thought you were too fat and too ugly for him.

After that, you never told a single soul how you felt about anyone. Even your mother remained in the dark as you retreated into the only comfort you knew: yourself.

You were sixteen when your world changed. Opening your rucksack to take out the simple singular apple you allowed yourself to consume, an unfamiliar person sat in front of you, dropping her tray loudly.

“Is anyone sitting here?” she asked, plopping down before waiting for an answer.

You wanted to tell her that if she were going to stay at the table, at least move to the end as not to be associated with you. She may have been new, but there was no reason she should be miserable after being seen with you.

She was beautiful. The prettiest girl you’d ever seen. And you quickly became enamored with her. She was kind to you when no one else was, even yourself. She had a lovely heart and did more for you than she could ever understand.

The dark of the night hid your watery eyes as you finally explained your appreciation to her. You lay side by side, you friend offering a comforting squeeze of her hand on your own. She remained silent as you told her about your loneliness, humiliation and acceptance of your position in life. You could hear the crickets outside and her steady breathing beside you and for once, you didn’t feel so alone.

School had never been in the stars for you. You knew academia was not your future. So after two brilliant years of friendship, you watched your best friend move to the other side of the country to continue her education. It ached watching her go, feeling like the other half that had finally made you whole was being ripped from you.

But you felt brave, pushing past it all. You moved along like she did.

Unfortunately, you didn’t move along in the same direction. She moved into a relationship with a nice man, moved into a lovely little home and moved on to motherhood. You tried to keep in touch with her, but with so many differences between the two of you, you felt almost grateful for the distance that you once longed to make disappear. You’d never forget what she did for you, how she made you understand your slight value.

It was years later that you found yourself working behind the counter at a busy coffee shop in the heart of a big city you never thought you would ever see in your life. You quickly found your niche and settled into it. You were finally good at something, even if that something was making custom coffee creations.
You answered an ad online and immediately moved in with a woman that was polar opposite of you. You weren’t sure that her loud and brash personality was going to work for you, but you bowed your head and let all of your assumed ideals go. Nowhere close to the relationship you had with your friend from high school, you enjoyed the odd hours you and your roommate both kept. You also appreciated her car and her casual “I can pick you up” attitude. You refer to her as your friend in your head, but you never tell her that. You’re not sure how she’d take it.

You were twenty-four and a little bit happy. Something you truly thought you’d never experience.
As you always blended in the background, you were surprised when your co-worker called your name out, the sound barely carrying over the sound of milk foaming from the steaming wand. Peeking around the corner, you see them wave you over and you see someone standing at the counter.

That was the moment you saw him for the first time. He looked bored and upset and you almost want to back away and get your manager to deal with the issue.

“He says you know what he likes,” your co-worker says, his tone bored.

You’ve never seen this man before in your life and have no idea what he likes. Clearing your throat, you look up at him and have to look away quickly before your face becomes hot with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” you say. “But I’m not sure what it is.”

The man on the other side of the counter leaned over and smiled. It threw you off.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the one that makes my hot chocolate every day,” he nodded. His accent also throws you off. It sounds British, but you aren’t sure. “Aren’t you?”

“I make a lot of hot chocolates,” you answer.

“I asked. Before. Someone else hands it out, but you make it. Your name was given.”

You look over to your co-worker’s indifferent face and then back to the man just opposite you. “Well then… Is that what you’re getting?”

He nods, that smile stitched back to his lips.

Those butterflies you learned to suppress are suddenly going crazy in your belly and you hate it.

You find yourself looking for the customer whom your co-worker has labeled as your biggest fan. You wave back when he does it first. You find your smile grows bigger each day and it is solely aimed at him.

One day, weeks after you’d found yourself feeling much different than you ever had, you step from behind your hidden spot and relish in the thought of going home. You’re covered in old milk and sticky from the sugary syrups you’ve pumped into fancy lattes and you can’t wait to shower and lay in bed.

As you’re passing a few customers that often settle themselves in the dining area for hours at a time, siphoning the free wi-fi, you think you hear your name being called.

Sure that you’ve remained nameless to people that didn’t need to know it, you ignore that strange feeling. You swear you hear it again and turn your head slightly, imagining that you’d only feel embarrassed when there truly is no one there.

But there is someone there. And it’s the hot chocolate man that has stolen your attention. Craving for that wall that normally separates the two of you, you’re unsure of how to act outside of the little box that keeps you in line. Ashamed of how you must look, you shift your sweater over your arm to hide yourself.

He smiles at you, brightly and kindly. “It’s a bit strange to see you on full display.”

You feel your cheeks instantly heat up.

“Ah, I… That came out wrong. I meant… To see all of you,” he says, his smile waning. He scratches at the back of his neck. “Still doesn’t sound very good. Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you say.

His full smile returns and you feel your knees go weak. Trying to remain upright, you lock your knees as he approaches you.

“You know what seems rather unfair? I know your name, but you don’t know mine.”

“I don’t know any of my customers’ names,” you say, regretting it instantly. You cringe at your bluntness. Trying to save yourself, you continue. “People only know my name because it’s stitched to this apron.”

His eyebrows furrow and he looks at you like he can’t believe a word you’re saying. “You stand behind a large wall. No one can see your name. I only know it because I needed to know who I owed the daily satisfaction of my sweet tooth too.”

Hoping the smile you force to your face isn’t a grimace, you hope that this man can’t tell how hot you feel. “What’s your name?”

“Harry,” he answers with a nod. “I’m glad we’ve been properly acquainted.”

“It’s nice to officially meet you,” you say.  You gesture over your shoulder. “My friend is waiting for me.”

Harry looks past you, his eyes searching for who you’re talking about and raises his eyebrows. “Okay, then. I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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burger runs // k.j.w

Scenario: Bobby x You

Genre: Fluff :)

Word Count: 4686

Warning: Swearing, but not too much

Author’s Note: I’ve never written on tumblr but it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m bored and it’s cold as fuck outside so… why not? By technicalities, this isn’t exactly a Valentine’s Day scenario and where I am, it’s actually February 15th but oh well. Booby is my favourite in this world so I thought it would be nice to write about him. I hope you read this and enjoy (if anyone does read this lol, my writing’s a bit rusty.) Giving credits to @littlemissikonic for writing beautiful scenarios and inspiring me to write this in the first place. :)

Originally posted by n8teu

It was around 12am in the morning and you were rushing to the closest McDonald’s, your jacket half-zipped up, your hood over your head, your boots covered in salt and the bags under your eyes , darker than the sky.

Most of the city was already asleep with smiles on their faces and sweet dreams due to their previous love-filled Valentine’s Days. A day full of warm hearts in the air, sweet kisses, long, romantic walks and genuinely enjoying the other person’s company. It sounded like a dream come true, to be with someone and have electricity zing from your head to your toes with just a mere glimpse of them. Love truly was an amazing and fascinating thing and Valentine’s day was when it was put in the spotlight for the whole world to see.

But for you, a girl that had been single for their whole entire life, Valentine’s Day meant nothing. In fact the only thing it meant this year was finishing that 10 page paper that almost had your eyes rolling out of your head and your brain exploding into pieces.

Eventually you had managed to finish the paper, just as the clock struck 12 and Valentine’s Day was officially over. You couldn’t help but feel relieved; relieved that the paper was over and done with and relieved that Valentine’s Day wouldn’t come back for another 365 days.

Valentine’s day wasn’t a day you particularly dreaded, but it wasn’t a day that had you jumping for joy either. You found it to be slightly annoying and superficial. Why have a scheduled day to perform romantic acts when you had the rest of the year to be the perfect boyfriend/girlfriend? Even its origin story was materialistic; a day to rake in profit in the shortest month of the year.

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