here have this one while i fix my other one lol

anonymous asked:

Omg ??// those time travel fics are so good ??/ would you happen to have more recommendations?

Hi! I have gotten so many requests to update my list, but there are so many I’m just going to make a whole ’nother list! You can find my first list here!


Time Travel AU (Part 2)


Standard Deviations by JustBeHappy, Teen, 82k
Victor knew something was wrong when he woke up. Firstly, Yuuri wasn’t by his side in bed. Secondly, the wallpapers weren’t supposed to be blue. LOVE!

News Travels Fast by TheSecretUchiha, Gen, 1.3k
In which time travel happened but there is no mention of time travel and Viktor and Yuuri like to surprise people, especially reporters. THIS IS SO GOOD

Turn Back the Clock by IronScript, Teen, 52k (WIP)
When Yuuri and Viktor wake up over thirty years in the past, they don’t know what to do. Does the other remember? Luckily that particular question is quickly answered and they can relax slightly, but what about afterwards? Viktor was brought back to right before his first Olympics, and Yuuri isn’t even old enough to compete in Seniors’! Great fic!

The Switch by BoredPerson69, Teen, 5.3k
The Switch was a true mystery to science. Nobody knew how or why it happened, it just did. Soulmate AU!

Katsuki Yuuri Solemnly Swears That Time-Travel/Alternate Universe Bullshit Did Not Happen With The Intent to Piss Off Yuri Plisetsky by Eldestmiddle, Teen, 20k (WIP)
When Yuuri wakes up, a sweet-faced twelve-year-old, he bursts into tears and his mother calls him in sick to school. He spends a day in bed, crying and pinching himself until he can really believe that he’s really doing all this over again. Then he starts laughing because he’s really doing all this over again. It feels like it should be easier but when he tallies up, the losses are almost too much to bear. WOW!

Maelstrom by feelslikefire, Explicit, 43k
Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport–right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes. Time loop AU! One of my all-time favourite fics!

And I Will Try to Fix You by Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom), Teen, 19k
16 year old Victor Nikiforov may be lonely, but he isn’t sure how getting thrust into the future to live with his older self and his older self’s fiancé is going to help anything. Oh, and the 16 year old version of his older self’s fiancé is there, too. Thumbs up!

of whispering lights and empty ice rinks by nauti, Gen, 12k
One would think that everything would calm down after Yuuri won the Onsen on Ice event. It was supposed to be his year; he was going to be training with his long time idol turned coach and he was back in Japan with his family. Everything was looking up for Katsuki Yuuri. That is, until a stranger that looks exactly like him, but older appears in the middle of the rink after a bright flash of light. SUCH a great fic!

counterclockwise by viktyuuri (Empress_Arisu), Teen, 4.9k (WIP)
Life after retirement, Yuuri thinks, is quite a nice change of pace. Although, not so much when he finds himself thrust back into the past. In which married husbands Viktor and Yuuri somehow end up 5 years in the past without knowing how or why. I love Victor in this asjhdlsjflk

Those Second Thoughts You Asked For by akisazame, Teen, 7.1k
The first time Victor skips backwards in time, he is fourteen years old. Highly recommend!

a great desire to love by lily_winterwood, Teen, 21k
For some strange, inexplicable, fantastic reason, Yuuri Katsuki and Viktor Nikiforov are trading places.  THE GREATEST Kimi no Na wa AU!!!!

it’s not a side effect of the champagne, i am thinking it must be love by lostincostco, Teen, 2.5k
Somehow, Yuuri gets the distinct feeling he’s being punished for something. LOL I LOVE THIS

Future Self by fishydip, Gen, 5.2k
Soulmates AU where one day, at random you wake up in your own body, except in the future after you have already met and fallen in love with your soulmate. you get a random amount of time to spend as your future self to learn more about them. Another great soulmate/time travel AU!

Stammi Vicino by Mairieux, Teen, 2.5k
Katsuki Yuuri, unable to sleep due to being wracked with nerves and anxiety, finally passes out in his hotel room the night before his first grand prix final. And when he wakes up? He has no idea why he’s suddenly sleeping so close to a mop of silver hair. So cute!

A Minute or a Year by I_have_problems, Teen, 8.7k (WIP)
One minute Yuuri and Viktor are enjoying their offseason while planning their wedding the next both of them are thrown three years into the past and are left to find one another again. Angsty but worth it!!

Tiger Stripes and Smartphones by vivi1138, Teen, 24k
In the glorious year 2004, the famous Victor Nikiforov owns a Nokia3510 and is very proud to be the only one at school who got rid of his monochrome mobile phone. So, where is his precious device when he wakes up in an unfamiliar room and finds an expensive smartphone filled with pictures of someone who looks exactly like him… but older? Rec’d by a follower!


The gif was created by @omgdango !

roxwallyssox  asked:

I love you charms!! They are so cute!! As an artist trying to get started on selling my own products, i was wondering if i could ask how you make your packaging look so nice? I would love to learn how to make my stuff look so professional.

Oh me gosh, you have no idea how much that means to me… I’m emotional now! ( ・ᴗ・̥̥̥ ) Thank you very much lovely! ( ◜◒◝ )♡ I apologize in advanced for taking forever to answer your wonderful ask. You caught me right in the middle of prepping for a convention 。(*^▽^*)ゞ

Anywhosies~ Here’s a small tutorial on how I do my packaging for charms:

First, make your design. I sometimes sketch out the design on paper before I move onto Photoshop. Depending on how big you want your packaging to be, is how big you want your design to be. I prefer to use 3x5in and always work under a 300dpi/resolution or bigger. Make sure you are able to find baggies with your dimensions before you design. I’ll talk about this further into this tutorial.

Tip: Make your width at least .25in smaller! Some baggies are a couple of millimeters smaller from the actual width. I keep forgetting to fix this little detail thus why you see the width as 3in instead of 2.75in.

The design is really up to you. You can have a theme going on per set, per charm, or you can even just use your logo as the design for every charm and make your life easier lol  There’s no rules to follow, just have fun and design away!

Tip: Don’t overdue your designs though, you want the charm to be the main focus. Something simple yet fun and or elegant will work. Don’t be afraid to google examples of other people’s designs. That will give you an idea and get you going.

Save your designs! Save them as both a JPG and PS file (or as the software you are using).

Be organized! If you plan on having multiple designs or even make lots more charms in the future, name them so they are easier to find. Your packaging designs can even have their own folder or sub folder if needed.

Setting up. Open any wordpad or word processor of your choice and add your design. Depending on how big your design is, you’ll be able to fit more or less. 

Print a test page. Print your design on your everyday normal paper just to check that everything looks okay! If your printer is like mine, it will be a troll and sometimes print a bit crooked, but don’t worry! Since they’ll be cut, it doesn’t affect your designs in any way.

Now let’s print…

Ta-daaaa! Here are my designs that I printed on the cardstock I fell in love with. The cardstock I use is called Astroparche Cover Stock and it’s from the brand, Neenah. I love the natural look it has–it’s not white, so ye be warned that the colors will have a small slight tint of yellow when printing. The cardstock is also thick enough for my printer to use and sturdy enough for my charms. You can find this cardstock on Amazon, but I was lucky enough to find it at my local Office Depot!

Tip: Photo paper can also be used if you so prefer. Again, whatever makes you happy and works best for you. 

Get your handy dandy paper cutter ready…

Cut, cut, cut! Cut out all your designs with your paper cutter. I don’t suggest using scissors unless you trust your hand enough that it won’t mess up and cut straight! If you don’t have a paper cutter, note that you most certainly do not need to buy the huge guillotine type. There’s small ones that can be used and can even be taken with you to conventions! The one I use is small and cute and has been with me for three years and the extra blade that came with it has not been used yet. Amazing~

Punch, punch, punch! Time to get your hole puncher and punch them little holes. I actually have a special hole puncher with a 3mm hole, but you can definitely use a regular 6mm hole puncher. How far down you want your hole to be is up to you.

Tip: If you want to get fancy, you can even buy hole punchers that have cute hole designs! Like stars or hearts ♡ ☆ ♡ ☆

Baggies!!! So, remember how I said to make sure to find baggies with the dimensions you plan to use before designing? This is only because of the rare chance you use certain dimensions that there’s no baggies for. Always double check!

Anyways, when buying baggies, make sure that you go half and inch (or more) above your height so you can create a tab to fold back and tape your baggie shut. You can also find baggies that already have adhesive! It’s just a matter of what you like and what works for you. Maybe you want to get creative and use a cute sticker or washi tape to close your baggie, who knows! Some people even buy baggies with hang tabs to hang them for display when they’re tabling in conventions.

“But Dee, where do I find baggies??”

*squishes your cheeks and whispers*

Ebay… Ebay is your best friend. Search for clear cello/poly bags ( ̄▽ ̄*)

Almost there…

Setting up! Once you have your charms built and ready to go, it’s time to package them and use your new super duper amazing designs! For this, we’ll be using washi tape since it doesn’t leave any residue and it’s easier to peel off. Any washi tape will do, it doesn’t matter! I tend to rip off about 10-20 pieces at a time to have them ready to go. It makes things easier on my end.

For cellphone straps: Loop the strap inside the hole and align your charm. Once you are happy, tape the strap with the washi tape.

For key chains: Yes, it works just as well! But we’ll be needing ribbon, 3mm wide ribbon to be exact. Cut about 2in and loop one end inside the split ring while bringing the other end above. Bring both ends of the ribbon into the hole and align your charm. Once you are happy, tape the ribbon. You should now have your charm cutely hanging from the ribbon~

All you gotta do now is bag ‘em, seal ‘em, and you are ready to go! Look at you–you did it! I’m so proud of you ( ・ᴗ・̥̥̥ )

I hope this helps you and anyone else looking to start making their own unique packaging for their cute charms~ ❤ (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)

Monsta X as Boyfriends

a/n: This is based off of my personal opinion and surface area look at their natal charts! 💖

Shownu: This dude isn’t called a robot for nothing (lol) He truly isn’t that demonstrative when it comes to affection or emotions, but he isn’t just a hunk of metal. Emotions are prevalent, but within him rather than outside of him. Emotions rule his thought and decision making process, which is eventually what makes him pursue you. At first, he was sure that he’d rather just mess around than commit, but eventually his feelings got the best of him. He’s quiet even within your relationship, but a little more open with his actions. Expect 0 PDA, but tons of affection behind closed doors. He’d be the kind to silently protect you and at a distance – he will not hover over you. He’d hold you close at night and in the wee hours of the morning, snuggling you and pulling you close. Overall, he’s the dedicated, silent, protective boyfriend.  

Wonho: This guy is ALWAYS on the go. Get ready for a lot of “I saw this new fusion restaurant in the city, let’s go try it out!” but at like, 10pm, after you’ve already washed your face for bed. He’s that kind of guy. You don’t stay annoyed with him for very long because he’s truly a sweetheart who knows how to gas you up. He’ll run his fingers through your hair, cooing about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is. He’s a touchy guy, so expect lots of handholding and arms around your waist in public (although this is mostly just because he’s EXTREMELY protective.) He’s your number one fan, and he’d expect the same in return from you. Overall, a very sweet lover who likes to focus all of his energy on his love.

Minhyuk: Here is one who would have taken a while to finally settle down – in more ways than one. Like Wonho, he’s restless and prefers to be entertained rather than committed to a relationship. He’d love impromptu dates to the park or the market, just something to keep the two of you going. He’s a total romantic, and sometimes the idea of the relationship is better than the reality, so there will be times when you have to ground him and keep him focused on what is truly there. We all know how touchy this kid is, so expects LOTS of hugging, handholding, sneak kisses, and cuddles when you’re together. Overall, this guy just loves being with you in every sense of the term.

Kihyun: This guy is intense, to say the least. Everything he feels is on a grand scale. Everything he does is on a grand scale. He’s a total romantic and loves to do EVERYTHING for his lover, to the point where sometimes it feels like he’s hovering, but its really just because he cares a lot. He also has high ideals for himself and you. If either of you fall short, he’ll get anxious and become a total helicopter lover. You will be there to reign him in and let go of some of his perfectionist tendencies, which he will be immensely grateful for. He will always make sure that you are well taken care of and comfortable. He’ll even teach you how to cook if you don’t know how because while he loves taking care of you, he loves for you to be independent as well. PDA would extend as far as being handholding and hugging, but that’s about it. Expect much, much more in private *wink wink*. Overall, a dedicated, caring, and intense boyfriend.

Hyungwon: Often mistaken as lazy, it’s really just that this guy is constantly at war on the insides, that it exhausts him (lol) He’s a free spirit and inclined to do things on his own, so it may take him a while to open up to you. He’s quite the emotional one, which would shy him away from engaging in a committed relationship – mostly because he tends to take on the emotions of others. He’s a private guy, so do not expect much PDA from him, or even at home sometimes, but do not doubt for a second if he loves you. He’s more inclined to so small, simple acts of affection. For example, learning how to fix your favorite food, or reading your favorite book just so that you all have something more to talk about on your nights in. Overall, he’s thoughtful boyfriend.

Jooheon: This kid is an enigma, for sure. He’s honest and frank, but would not be forthcoming with his feelings in the beginning. Instead, he’d prefer to observe his object of interest for a while: learn more about them, make them feel comfortable around him, learn their secrets, and then he’d go in. Once you’ve got him, though, you’ve got him. He would certainly be the MOST committed out of all the boys (not to say any others wouldn’t be.) He’d take note of your favorite color and do his best to find special items for you in that color. He’d note your favorite food and be sure to keep it well stocked in your fridge. Small things that tell you that he listens and he cares. He’d demonstrative in love. Expect grandiose displays of affection (in private) and always keeping you near – not only due to protection, but because he’s not fond of being alone. Overall, a protective and thoughtful boyfriend.

Changkyun: It may not seem so, but once he set his eyes on you, he would not give up until he had given it his absolute all. Changkyun is the eccentric type: always thinking outside of the box, and quite scientific when it comes to his approach to life, but with you, it would be all feeling. He’s a stubborn dude, so the idea of him easily giving up his feelings for his object of interest is impossible. He’s be very sweet and unselfish when it came to wooing you, and even more so once you were in a relationship. Nothing huge and romantic, but expect meaningful lyrics written in your honor or the book you couldn’t stop gushing over, newly bought and waiting for you on the nightstand. Overall, he’d be sweet, caring, and dedicated.

“But Mom!”

Chloe Beale disappeared on the face of the earth right after graduation. Her Bellas thought she’d be the one to initiate all their reunions; not their other captain - Beca Mitchell.

Their resident DJ was reluctant about the whole hanging out thing but she’d rather be the one organising it than let Fat Amy do the planning. Who wants to see crocodiles and dingoes every year? Clearly, not her!

Also, if she was being honest, she was hoping someday Chloe would show up to one of their reunions.

She still has the redhead’s number and e-mail so a month before the first week of the summer, she’d send out the group e-mail to everyone containing their itenerary: where to, when to get there, how much they’d spend (in estimate), where they’d stay, and the other activities they’d be doing once they’re all together.

The brunette never got a reply from the redhead though. This year, the Bellas decided that Maldives would be the place they’d go to.

“Legacy, you really think Maldives would be the right place for us?” the brunette asks Emily.

“Everyone thinks so! Maybe this year, she’ll show up.” Legacy gives her a goofy grin.

After a year of working in Residual Heat, Beca was asked by one of the biggest music production company to come work for them in LA. Needless to say she was ecstatic and took the offer immediately.

She promised Chloe she wouldn’t LA go. So she made the promise happen.

As soon as Emily finished college, she asked her to be one of her artists and just like her Aca-Mom, she didn’t let LA go.

Stacie works with NASA now.. well she basically runs the whole place. Fat Amy’s had a billion jobs since she graduated but she’s currently a tour guide in Paris (this girl has tons of money). Flo was never deported and is now running her own organization supporting puerto ricans in New York. Lily opened up a Ninja Academy (which really was just a parkour gym) and has 15 branches all over the US. Jessica and Ashley are both starring in their own broadway shows. Cynthia Rose works as a song writer in one of the branches of Beca’s label in Maine. Aubrey.. well they didn’t talk much after Chloe left.

So she sent out the e-mail as soon as she got Emily’s ‘approval’. She got her 9 yeses immediately, including Emily’s.

When there was a 9th 'ding’ from her laptop, Beca hurriedly opens her mail.

'Message Sending Failure: this e-mail address is no longer active’

“Damn it, Chlo.”


It was already the first week of summer and Beca was the first one in Maldives. Emily had to stay with Benji for one more day before flying out.

The rest of the Bellas were set to arrive the next day. Beca just wanted some time to herself. It was already sunset but she still decided to put on some sun screen if she doesn’t want to end up looking like a tomato.

She was just sitting by the shore, watching the sunset and writing some lyrics when a beach ball hit her face.

She growls at the interruption but was met by a giggle.

“You got hit by the ball!” The little boy giggles again.

Beca puts up her sunglasses and stares at the boy, “You think that’s funny, kid?” She was ready to attack him if it weren’t for his kind blue eyes and light red hair.

“You’re grumpy.” The kid knitted his eyebrows together.

As much as she hated taking care of kids, Beca couldn’t help but ask him. “Okay kid, where’s your mom?”

“I dunno.” The kid shrugs.

“Okay what’s your name?”

“What’s your name?” The boy crosses his arms.

Beca finds it cute how grumpy this child is. First, he didn’t even apologize. Now he has the guts to act all badass when he was the one who hit her??? That sounded a lot like… yeahp. This could be the tiny version of her if only he had a darker shade of blue eyes and brunette hair.

“I’m Beca. Now will you tell me your name so I can get you back to your mother?”

After much reluctance the boy answers, “I’m Charles, momma calls me Charlie.”

“Now that wasn’t so bad! Come on let’s go look for your mom.”

Beca starts packing her stuff and wore her clothes over her swim suit. When the boy doesn’t move, she rolls her eyes before turning to him with a smile. “Okay Charlie, what do you want now?”

“I want milkshake, fries and burger!!!” The boys says, still with his arms crossed.

“You could at least say please young man!” Beca glares at him. “Come on, fine!”

And that was it. The boy came running towards her and hugging her as if they knew each other since he was born.

'Who knew food was the only way to get you to like me?’ Beca thinks to herself. 'Just like me, huh?’

The two walked to the floating restaurant and Beca got them both burger and fries. She got herself a beer and Charlie his milkshake.

“Why are you grumpy?” Charlie asks while munching on his fries.

Beca smiles st the question, “I’m sorry, buddy. Just the way I am, I guess. How old are you?”

“I’m five.” He puts his hand up to show the number four and Beca fixes it for him.

“That’s five, dude.” She chuckles.

The boy smiles at her, “Are you working?”

“What? Is this 20Qs? You’re too young to know that game.” Beca smirks remembering a certain redhead who loved this game.

Charlie glares at her, “Just answer itttt!” he whines.

Damn, this kid is toooooo spoiled. His mom must be having a hard time so she let him go.

“I’m a DJ and a music producer.” Beca answers casually after sipping her beer when a phone started ringing.

Beca looks around for her phone only to find that it wasn’t hers that was ringing. She shot a look towards the boy who was happily eating his burger. “Charlie, you have a phone???”

Acting all innocent, “Um… i forgot?”

Beca rolls her eyes at the boys antics, “Well go pick it up!”

Charlie picks up the phone and puts a good distance between the device and his ear. “CHARLIE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU YOUNG MAN?” The two wince at the voice.

“I’m sorry momma! I got lost… I’m eating at the restaurant with the super cool dj and music par… praduder.”

“Producer.” Beca corrects the kid with a smirk.

“I’M GOING TO COME AND GET YOU CHARLES ANTHONY. DON’T MOVE A SINGLE MUSCLE!” The woman shouts through the phone.

“But mooooooooom!!!” The boy whines.

Then the line was cut off. The boy looked like he was about to pee in his pants but instead he ran off before Beca could even stop him.

She tried running after the boy but was left behind so she decided to go back to the restaurant and get the kids phone.

Seriously, what five year old would own an iPhone 5? Well at least it’s not the one with the the thumbprint thingy?

She slides it open. “Thank god there’s no passcode.” She browses through call log and saw 'Mom’ on it. She got the number and dialled it on her phone.

“Hello? I’m so sorry about Charlie but this is the DJ he was with. I lost your kid. He ran as soon as you put down the phone but I’m looking for him right now.”

When she only heard silence from the other end of the line..

“Hello? Um. Okay please please don’t hate me. I’ll look for him I promise.” Beca hangs up before she could even hear the response…

“B.. Beca?”





A/N: Hey guys! Here are quick links for Part 2Part 3, and Part 4

rayrayswimusic  asked:

May I please request Ouran AU for Yoi pleaseeeeeeeee

s/o to discord for prompting! this is a bit hasty lol. for the purposes of this ficlet let’s say they’re all high school age. all of them.


“Terrible! Absolutely atrocious! Not refreshing at all – minus fifty points!”

“But Hana!”

Yuuri turns away from the window where he had been sweeping. So much for spending golden week tucked away at a different resort in order to get away from the Ice Castle Host Club. No, the rich kids of the host club just can’t get it through their thick heads that their presence is not always appreciated, especially not when it comes roaring in overhead from a helicopter and then insisting on a competition to see who gets to stay in the last free room at the Paradise Bed and Breakfast.

Of course a part of him is a little glad to see familiar faces – Christophe, the Crispino twins, Yurio and Otabek – but the happiness is tempered somewhat by the beautiful and loud presence of one Viktor Nikiforov, who is currently being yelled at by Hana for doing a cruddy job at fixing a broken fence.

Honestly, there was no need for him to show up in a helicopter, thinking Yuuri had been kidnapped. It was sweet, but embarrassing. As are a lot of things that the beloved co-founder and president of the Ice Castle Host Club does.

(Yuuri hates being embarrassed. It really drives up the anxiety.)

He heads out after finishing up his sweeping with a couple glasses of lemonade, intending to deliver them to the host club members who are working outside. He finds Christophe first, lounging at a table drinking a cappuccino while surveying the mayhem that is a pack of rich high school kids trying to do manual labour with an amused expression.

“You’re not joining in on the competition?” Yuuri asks.

Christophe shakes his head. “The Giacomettis have a summer house here!” he replies. “Why bother with a hotel room when I can sleep in my own? Far more comfortable, at least.”

Yuuri resists the urge to roll his eyes. “I bet,” he remarks. “Lemonade?”

Christophe nods, so Yuuri pours him a glass. “You know,” the Swiss man remarks as he takes it with a grin, “it won’t be a big deal for the people who lose this, right?”

“Yeah, they can find lodging in other parts of town,” Yuuri replies.

Christophe laughs. “No, they’ve all got summer houses here.”

Yuuri resists the urge to groan. “Then why are they all fighting over the last room here?”

Christophe shrugs, almost carelessly. “Maybe one of them really does care about you, and just has a terrible way of showing it?” he wonders innocently. 

A couple paces away, Viktor accidentally hits his thumb with the hammer and screeches. Next to him, Yurio starts yelling at him to pull himself together and get over it.

“Want to bet on who’s going to win?” asks Christophe.

Yuuri raises an eyebrow. “Does this come out of my debt?”

“Maybe,” says Christophe.

“What are the odds?”

Christophe shrugs. “Well, at the current pace, His Majesty won’t be winning anytime soon,” he says, pointing to Viktor’s current slumped position by the fence. “The twins only really work well when Sara can stop Mickey from yelling at any man who bothers to smile in her direction. Yuri is clearly not interested in winning this, either, which means that Otabek, even though he’s clearly been the most helpful one so far, won’t be accepting a victory if it means he can’t stay with Yuri.”

“Those are just your observations,” Yuuri points out.

Christophe shrug again. “You can tell who my best contender is, though,” he points out. 

Yuuri huffs. “If I win this wager, then what?”

“I’ll knock half of the remaining balance off your account. If you don’t win, nothing happens. You’ve nothing to lose in this, really.” Christophe’s eyes twinkle. “What do you say?”

Yuuri sends a look over at Viktor, who is trying to convince a deeply disturbed Yuri to kiss his sore thumb better. 

“Deal,” he says, and steps away with the lemonade tray.

As much as the president of the host club mortifies him on a regular basis, it doesn’t necessarily mean Yuuri doesn’t want to see him win. After all, Viktor’s genuine, not-for-the-clients smile is actually quite a wonder. There really is no point to doing things like calling up an entire horse-drawn carriage to take Yuuri to campus or custom-ordering him fancy outfits (especially dresses. It’s not that Yuuri doesn’t mind dresses – gender is fake, after all – but the ones Viktor tries to buy for him are just a little too much) or showing up at his holiday workplace in a freaking helicopter, for god’s sake. Not when all Viktor really has to do is smile, truly and genuinely, and be himself.

Not the president of the host club, not the bastard-turned-heir of the Nikiforov dynasty. Just himself.

“I brought you lemonade, Viktor,” Yuuri says.

Viktor looks up at him with wide, adoring eyes. “Lemonade, served to me from the delicate fingers of Yuuri Katsuki himself? What a delight!”

Yuuri resists the urge to groan. “You know you’re just wasting away your potential out here doing something you’re not even good at, right?” he asks.

Viktor pouts. “You don’t like my handiwork?” he asks, gesturing to the fence. For a moment Yuuri’s half-convinced he’s looking at a Salvador Dali painting instead of a picket fence.

“No,” he says. 

Viktor’s pout grows. Yuuri pushes the cup into his hands.

“Clearly carpentry isn’t your calling, Viktor,” he says. “Maybe you should… find a better tune.”

He steps back towards the inn after that, leaving Viktor out by his Surrealist fence, and hopes his hint had been enough. 

When the lovely strains of a violin begin to emanate from the dining room moments later, he knows it had. 

mafia!EXO reaction when they get overprotective & jealous

(requested by anon: Could you do a mafia!au with exo when they get overprotective just like you did with bts?)

BTS version

warnings: smut, violence, swearing, dominant-submissive behaviour

You’re new to the gang and you’re already great with everyone except the leader. You didn’t talk to him much because you were scared of him as he was very short-tempered and dangerous. That’s why you were sort of submissive towards him and he adored it.. secretly. You would continue to be scared of him and not talk to him if a guy didn’t approach you today and if that didn’t trigger the leader..


Sehun

He leaned against the wall, staring at you two. As your eyes met Sehun’s dark ones, Sehun lost it. He walked furiously over and punched the guy couple of times. You got up and moved Sehun away calming him down, as the guy went away. „Oppa please don't“ you whispered as you hugged him while he tried pushing past you. That finally calmed him down so he hugged you but he was still glaring at the guy. „Nobody touches you or comes near you except me. No. One.“ he growled into your ear.


Chanyeol

His anger was rising but he managed to control it and just glare at you two. The guy went away so you got up and as you turned you almost kissed Chanyeol how close he was. „Is it fun to piss me off?“ he said as you gave him a puzzled look. He grabbed your wrist roughly and pulled you into his „office“. He placed you on the table so that he was between your legs. He grabbed your neck softly and pulled you closer. „Let me show you what else is fun“ he said while rubbing his dick against your jeans.


Baekhyun

As you started talking to the guy he stopped all of his actions and focused only on you. You felt his gaze on you and it sent a shiver down your spine. You excused yourself from the guy and went over to Baek. Since he was sitting on the sofa looking at the guy with a creepy, killer look you knew it was best to calm him down before he really kills someone. You sat on him so that you straddled him and you hugged him playing with the end of his hair. He eventually stopped staring and hugged you back tightly.


Kai

He was super irritated and he didn’t mind showing it. „Yah, move away from her before I lose my damn temper“ he yelled at the guy who was dumbfounded. But since the words came from the leader he went away immediately. You walked over to Kai who was looking deeply into your eyes. You placed your hands on his chest and fixed his some-sort-of-a-suits collar. „I’d like it more if you took that off in my bedroom rather than fix it right now“ he said with an amused, dark expression.


Lay

You knew one of his „signs“ which showed he was on the edge. And that sign happened, he wiped his lips and his pupils became larger, darker. „I think you should go now“ you whispered to the boy who listened to you and went away. You reached Lay and moved your look away from his because that was the best thing to do now. „He was so cute even I wanted to bite him.. and tear his limbs off“ he spitted it out almost. „But I don’t wanna do that.. Instead I want to bite you. In my bed with you naked“


Suho

He was having a calm posture but he was far from calm. He didn’t want you to see his bad side. He went back to his „office“ and sat patiently waiting for you to show up. You entered a few minutes after and turned around to close the doors. Just as you were about to turn around he pressed you against the door, pressing his dick roughly against you. „I promised myself I won’t show you my bad, dangerous side.. but you won’t escape it now“


Kyungsoo

As he started biting his inner lip you knew it wasn’t good. Plus he’s been staring for a few minutes now with his famous i-will-fucking-kill-you look. „Sorry I have to go to oppa“ you said startling the guy. You came up to him and stood in front of him while he just sat and watched you angrily. He pulled your arm fiercely so you were on his level. „You don’t know how close I was to taking you to my office and spanking your bratty ass a million and one fucking time“


Xiumin

He gave the guy an obviously unamused look so he went away. He pulled you into his „office“. „You really have a terrible taste in men you know?“ you were unamused so you were your cocky self. „That’s right. That’s why I fell for your stupidass“ Instantly his posture changed and his eye colour got darker. „What did you just say to me?“ his breathing got low. „Better apologise now and I might go easy on you“ he grabbed your ass really hard making you cry out. „Suppose you like it rough. How lucky, me too“


Chen

You noticed his deadly look a bit too late. He got to him already and started punching him. „You know she’s mine you brat“ he yelled at him. You were shook but you had to calm him down. „Chen“ you said as you moved him away but with almost no success, he was so god damn strong. „Chen!“ you yelled while burying yourself into his chest to distract him. His breathing and death glares have gradually faded and he hugged you back, kissing your forehead.


Luhan  

He lost it the second the guy came up to you. „Aish you bastard“ he was walking furiously towards him. He was almost unstoppable. He punched him so many times the guys had to move him away as well as the other guy. You were angry at him but you had to calm him down now. You came up to him and touched his hands which were stained with a bit of blood. „I’m gonna lose my god damn mind because of you“ he said complaining. „Yah you’re the one who is guilty for this mess“ you said angrily. He came to you inches apart from you face. „One more time have a bratty attitude, you won’t be able to walk for a fucking week“


Kris

He was just glaring intensely. It became quite uncomfortable so you wanted to leave. „I will leave now. Talk to you later“ you nodded and left towards the angry leader. You weren’t the type to provoke people but Kris got quite on your nerves. Lately he has been so cold to you but now no one can approach you. „If you really cared about me so much you’d be nicer to me“ „Do you want me to show you how nice and good I can be?“ he said just a bit above the whisper with an amused, dark look.


Tao

He’d just stare and glare until he couldn’t hold it in anymore. He came up to you and led you out on the fresh, cold air. „Tao it’s cold, I wanna go in“ you said trembling. „No. You’re not going amongst any guys. You’ll be only with me“ As he saw you trembling he opened his arms and unzipped his jacket. „Come here“ You hesitated but there was no such thing with Tao. He pulled you into a hug covering you with his jacket. „When I say come here I want you to listen to me. That goes for anything I say“



xx sorry for the long wait this turned out long af lol.. hope anon is satisfied, keep requesting; im writing all the other requests too dont worry ❤️  xx

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Scouts & Glory

Request:

Can you write a Reggie Mantle x Reader? Where the reader is a volleyball player and is the team captain and Reggie is her bf. After their practices they talk about their big games and there’s a scout to watch her play and she freaks out bc she thinks she won’t impress the scout and Reggie comforts her saying she’ll do great bc she’s really good and he’ll be cheering her on. She ends up doing really good and Reggie says I told you so and she just hugs and thanks him for being her rock/ support.

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one, but I’m not big on sports lingo so if I wrote something so wrong, please correct me so I can fix it. I really hope you guys enjoy this imagine and thank you your support on all the other imagines.

Words:1249

Summary: Reader has a bug scout coming to one of her games and begins doubting herself, but her boyfriend Reggie helps her keep her head in the game *wink, wink* lol ok I’m dun.

Spoilers: Game goes well

Warnings: Reggie being supportive <3

Tag:  @rxggie-mxntle @sgarrett49

           Riverdale a town that was the epitome of a small utopia to the tourists who showed up every now and then. This idea of Riverdale being a utopia had swiftly vanished when Jason Blossom was missing and turned up murdered by Sweetwater River. Since then every parent became wary of their children and the town had input a curfew on everyone until the murderer was caught. Your boyfriend Reggie was no exception to the rule, he would walk you home every day after school and especially after practices. You took those times to talk about your practices. You were captain of the volleyball team at Riverdale High and Reggie was captain of the varsity football team.

           To the dismay of stereotypes, you weren’t the total self-absorbed athlete with the self-absorbed football captain. Yes sometimes Reggie could be full of himself when he was with his Goonies, but you always made sure to keep him in check. You had just gotten captain of the volleyball team and the pressure was on to be a great captain to your team.

It was your free period, and you had spent most of it in the library with Betty going over some notes for chemistry, you decided to call it so you could meet Reggie in the student-lounge for a while before your next class started.

“Hey Mantle” you noted while planting a quick kiss on his lips as you sat down next him.

“Hey babe” he noted “how was your study session with Cooper?”

“I like Betty, the girl is smart, but I can’t help but think that even after she is tutoring me” you sighed “I just don’t think I’m going to pass and if I don’t pass, I can’t be captain, and if I lose that position I lose my chance on the scholarship” you rambled on as Reggie laid his hand on your back.

“Hey (Y/N), calm down, you can do this” He reassured you “you got that position fair and square and you are such a nerd, so what if you’re having trouble catching up; I know you’ll get it” he continued.

“Thanks Reg” you smiled as he pulled you in for a hug and sadly the school bell rang announcing your next class.

“Do you have football practice today?” you asked Reggie as you stood up.

“Yeah, you?” Reg notified you and you nodded “ ‘Kay then see you after practice babe” and you both left the lounge to your next classes.

You didn’t feel so confident of now having to deal with grades and being captain, but you knew that Reggie would always be there for you and he always reminded you that if he could do it, you could do better.

You were at volleyball practice and as it was ending the coach called it and motioned you to go talk to her.

Reggie was on his way to meet you up at the gym, since football practice was cut a bit because Chuck and Moose kept missing the plays.

“Yes Coach?” you spoke.

“(Y/N), the scout is coming to Fridays game, so I hope you keep practicing and I know you’ll be great as you have shown improvement in the practices” your coach stated “Just giving you a heads up” she informed you while patting your shoulder and leaving you.

You started doubting your ability to be great on Friday’s game, so distracted in your own thoughts you got startled when Reggie walked behind you.

“Whoa! A little jumpy there, you okay (Y/N)?” Reggie guessed as he took your gym bag in his hand.

“Wha- oh, I’m sorry” you spoke as Reggie distracted you from your thoughts and you both walked out of the school.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)?” Reggie implied as he put his arm around you.

“Coach just told me the scout is coming to my game of Friday” you answered with a small smile on your face.

“Well, why are you sad, this is good! They’ll finally see you play amazingly and offer you the scholarship!” Reggie praised.

“What if I suck Reg?! What I get everything wrong?” you denied

“Hey” Reggie stopped you and held his hands on your shoulders “You are going to be amazing, why? Because you are captain which means you are worthy of being one of the best volleyball players I know okay?! And I’m going to be there cheering you on” Reggie proclaimed while slipping his hand behind your neck and kissed you and you couldn’t be more thankful over the great boyfriend Reggie was.

Friday’s game came in full swing, the bleachers packed with family and friends.

Reggie entered the gymnasium with a poster board and you were confused because he usually just came, sat down and cheered you on, he claimed posters were only for cheesy girlfriends even though he loved the poster you always made him.

The game hadn’t started and Reggie came towards you.

“Hey babe” he spoke “You are going to be amazing, I just know it!” he cheered.

“Thank you Reg” you spoke nervously “Whatcha got there?” you questioned Reggie while pointing to the poster board.

“Oh nothing” Reggie paused then continued “It’s not as great as yours (Mantle The Magnificent was what the poster read that you always made him), but I needed you know I am here for you and you are so going to leave it all on the court and if that scout doesn’t see that then they don’t know what a great thing they are leaving behind.”

He showed you the poster that read WATH OUT FOR #(Y/F/Number) SHE’S A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH and you smiled and pulled him into a hug.

Reggie went to sit in the bleachers next to your parents.

The game began and you gave it your all on the court, you decided to forget about the scout since you didn’t know who it was and played the better than any other game or practice ever.

The game finished and Bulldogs won and you huddled with your team, smiles all around.

“(Y/N) that dig (when a player passes a strongly spiked ball that is close to the floor) was outstanding!” one of your teammates exclaimed and you chuckled.

“Her spikes were the best, man you just kept hitting them!” another teammate complimented you and you just smiled back.

You approached your coach who was talking to a man in a suit, you suddenly remembered about the scout and became worried that maybe your best wasn’t good enough.

“(Y/N) this is Mr. Jefferson, the scout that came and checked you out” your coach stated and Mr. Jefferson took him arm out and you shook it.

“Well Miss (Y/L/N), you were quite extraordinary, I am delighted to grant you the full scholarship, you clearly are a forced to be reckoned with” He boasted and all you could do was smile and say thank you over and over  and chuckle at Reggie’s poster as he walked away.

Reggie came up to you with your parents “Soooo, what he say?!” he hinted.

“Well he liked your poster” you answered and smiled “and I got it! I got the scholarship!” you squealed as you parents took you in for a hug.

And after they finished hugging you, Reggie grabbed you by the waist to hug and kissed you as he picked you up and twirled you around in circles as he whispered in your ear “I told you so” and you chuckled at his comment.

❝ Don’t do this to me... ❞

Plot: Xiumin Angst (Admin’s choice)

Pairing: Xiumin x Reader

Words count: 2,7k+

Genre: Angst

For evilmaknaess, So i got sorta got carried away with this lol, so that is why its so long but hope you like it!.

-kyu^^

And just a friendly reminder, ALL REQUESTS ARE CLOSED^^

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

‘Do we really have to go?’ You asked your boyfriend.

‘How many times are you going to ask that?’ He looked at you.

‘But Xiumin…’ You whined.

A deep sigh came from your boyfriend as he walked towards you and cradled your face in his hand, ‘I know you don’t like the idea of going to this but Irene is still my friend and label mate.’

‘And crush.’ You mumble under your breath.

‘Excuse me?’

It was no surprise that Xiumin and Irene got along very well. They had known each other for a long period of time, but their closeness was something that always irked you slightly. You and Xiumin had been a couple for three years now and it had been the best three years you could ever imagined. Irene was known to have a crush on the male singer, but now it was becoming something of a want. Sighing you just nodded your head and went back to getting ready.

‘You sure that this is just a chilled evening?’ You asked again for the nth time.

‘Just some of her friends and our label mates,’ He reassured, ‘Nothing fancy really.’

Fixing your sweater and skinny jeans in the mirror, you put on some shoes and drove to the Red Velvet dorms with your boyfriend. The weather was threatening to rain so you both dressed yo warmly. Arriving at the door he knocked and waited for the door to open. Bobbing up and down on your toes, you felt him give a slight squeeze of your hand. Turning your head, he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek just as the door opened.

‘Yah, you should have kissed your girlfriend in the car!’ A voice scolded.

‘Sorry hyung,’ Xiumin apologised as he got his hair ruffled, ‘Where are the others?’

‘In the lounge.’ The voice explained as you saw Xiumin quickly walk towards said destination, ‘Why the long face, Y/N?’

‘Oh ahhh its nothing, Minho.’ You smiled, stepping into the dorm and allowing the elder to take your jacket.

You and Minho had always had a special relationship since you started dating the Exo member. He had become something of a best friend. Walking towards the lounge you greeted everyone that was there. Many of her friends had come as well as the lablemates. You took a seat next to your boyfriend who put an arm around you but was having a conversation with the birthday girl on his other side.

‘Happy Birthday Irene.’ He smiled at her.

‘Thank you Oppa!’ She all but wrapped her arms around Xiumin and ripped him from your touch.

‘Yah!’ Minho shouted towards you, ‘Come here Y/N! FC Barcelona is playing.’

You all but ran towards Minho who was sitting by the tv with some of the other males. You loved soccer and it was one of the reasons you got along with Minho so much. Taking a seat next to him, he put his arm around you, to which he always did. Xiumin looked towards you to the scene and all but clutched his hands shut.

‘Thank you for the rescuing.’ You whisper to Minho.

‘Anything for you Munchkin.’ He smiled, ruffling your hair playfully.

The evening preceded and Irene was irritatingly clingy around Xiumin and you were getting pissed off very quickly. He was your boyfriend yet he was more of Irene’s. He forced you to come to this birthday and socialise yet he was no where close to you. Walking around the dorm, you found yourself on a balcony that looked over the city. You stood by the railing and let out a sign. It was a sigh of frustration, anger and sadness all wrapped up in one. You felt as if you were loosing your boyfriend to the person he swore he didn’t like. Wiping the tear that escaped your eye, you heard the door open and close. Not turning around to see who it was, you spat out cold words.

‘If you are here to drag me to socialise, think again Xiumin.’

‘Wow, and here I wanted to have a chat.’ A voice spoke up.

‘Minho?’ You turned on your heels and smiled at the man before you

‘You and lover boy having a fight?’ He walked toward you.

‘Tch, when did you get so smart.’ You teased before turning to look at the city again.

‘Don’t get snippy at me,Y/L/N Y/N.’ Minhon now stood besides you before nudging you playfully, ‘I am just trying to help.’

‘Thank you,’ You placed your head on Minho’s shoulder while letting out a deep sigh, ‘I don’t even want to be here, I honestly don’t even like anyone here!’

‘Hurtful.’ Minho looked down at you.

‘You know what I mean.’ You had no energy to argue with him, ‘Xiumin is so preoccupied with Irene, that he hasn’t even noticed my absence.’

‘Well I could beg to differ.’ A voice broke the conversation as you rolled your eyes and Minho stiffened, ‘Could you please excuse us, hyung . My girlfriend and I have some things we need to discuss.’

‘You gonna be okay?’ Minho whispered.

‘I am sure she will be fine.’ Xiumin stepped forward and you lifted your head.

‘I wasn’t asking you!’ Minho growled, when he felt your warm hand on his upper arm.

‘I will be fine. Go to the party.’ You flashed a smile as Minho gave a nod before leaving, ‘What do you want Xiumin ?’

‘What is wrong with you?’ Xiumin narrowed his eyes, ‘You know how I feel about Minho, and now here you are resting your head on his shoulder!?’

‘And you know how I feel about Irene , but look at me know!’ You shouted, ‘I didn’t even want to come to this fucking thing, you dragged me!’

‘Because its called manners and common decency,Y/N!’ Xiumin corrected.

‘No, its called, ‘Xiumin wants to be around Irene, because he has feelings for her’!’ You accused, and the elder went quiet, ‘You like her, don’t you?’ Xiumin remained silent, ‘I fucking knew it! So all those lunch’s and shit you were going on with her over the past few weeks, it clearly wasn’t business, more like pleasure.’

‘You are a fine one to talk!’ He pointed a finger at you, ‘At least I told you I was with her, and just having lunch, nothing more! We were busy talking about doing a collaboration together! You were busy running around with Minho behind my back.’

‘BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SPEND TIME WITH ME!’ You finally exploded, tears threatening to spill, ‘He made time for me, he never waited for me to ask, he just came! Unlike you, who are my BOYFRIEND!’

‘Stop acting like a child,Y/N, GROW UP!’ He shouted back, ‘You know everything was business!’

‘Hyung?’ Sehun poked his head, ‘Dinner is ready, but should we wait?’

Not even wanting to say anything, you turn of your heels and followed Sehun back down to the others. You wipe the tears that had formed in your eyes. This had probably been the first real fight the two of you had ever had and it was painful over other people. You loved Xiumin so much yet there seemed to be a rift forming between the two of you. He came and took a seat next to you with Irene next to him. Dinner went by as you all gathered in the lounge afterwards. The birthday girl had gone to the kitchen before coming back.

‘Let’s play a game!’ She suggested.

‘What you got in mind?’ Xiumin asked.

‘Truth or dare.’ You swore your heart sank at that moment.

‘Oh god Irene, we are not school kids.’ Sehun protested.

The female pointed at the male, ‘If you don’t want to play, then the door is that way.’ She confirmed, ‘It could be fun and why not make a memory out of it.’

‘I agree with Irene.’ Xiumin beamed.

‘Of course you do.’ You muttered under your breath, feeling someone tugging at his sleeve.

‘Come on, it could be fun.’ Minho whispered, ‘You can sit next to me.’

The boys moved the glass table from he centre of the lounge, as they took a seat on the floor in a circle. They all looked like naughty high school kids. The birthday girl placed the bottle in the centre, and looked at everyone with a mischievous grin.

‘May the best man win.’ She snickered, spinning.

The game started off as something innocent until it hit up a notch after a few bottles of soju. At one stage, Suho had to run around the block naked, while Amber had to shave the side of her head and Jonghyun had to sit in nothing but his boxers, yeah, the dares were getting worse by the second. With the bottle in the hand of Sehun once again, he spun and it landed on Irene, a smile creeping on his face.

‘Truth or dare?’ He asked.

‘Hmmmmmmmmm, dare.’ She stated, feeling adventurous.

‘I dare you to lick salt off Xiumin’s finger then the Vodka off his neck, and take the lemon from his mouth.’ The maknae smirked.

‘I must deny th-’ Xiumin was hushed by her finger on his lips.

‘It’s just a game, Xiuminne.’ She purred, ‘I will make it worth your while.’

Those words were only meant for his ears, but you got an earful. Xiumin was slightly drunk himself as he tilted his head causing you to tightened his fists. Minho lodged his thumb into your curled up fingers. You released your grip, and smiled at the elders attempt to sooth you. Your boyfriend caught the action and made up his mind right there. He allowed Irene to place the alcohol on his skin before placing the salt on his index finger and lemon in his mouth.

‘Ready?’

‘Try me, baby.’

Irene smirked, taking Xiumin’s finger in her mouth. She licked up the salt before licking the Vodka quickly, nipping at Xiumin’s sensitive neck earning a moan. Smirking, Irene placed her lips on Xiumin’s. The sight made you uncontrollably angry. Minho noticed the rage written on your face  that he placed a reassuring arm around you. Xiumin slipped a sight, lemon long gone, and kissed Irene. Irene was shocked, but took the opportunity to claim Xiumin’s lip. Pulling away, she pecked Xiumin’s nose, before spinning the bottle again. The green bottle landed on you.

‘Truth or dare?’ Irene asked you.

‘Dare.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Try me.’

‘With pleasure.’ She took a swig of the wine she had been drinking, ‘I dare you to do a lap dance….on Minho Oppa.’ All colour drained from said male’s face as Xiumin gulped down his tenth soju, ‘And not those boring ones, the most sensual you can muster.’

‘Irene, I don’t think that is-’ You were cut short

‘No excuses,’ Irene rested a hand on Xiumin’s thigh before placing her head on the males shoulder, ‘You asked for a challenge, now do it.’

You felt your blood boil at the sight of Irene and Xiumin. Standing, you felt a bit dizzy but composed yourself. Key had played some sensual music from his phone as you began to move your hips to the music. Walking, you dropped down onto Minho’s lap and placed his hand on the your shoulder.  You were angry and irritated but you knew this was wrong on both men. Leaning in, you whispered to Minho.

‘I’m sorry.’

Xiumin took that whispering as something completely different as he watched you give a lap dance. It was a sensual one to a point where everyone was completely memorised by your movements. Once you finished they all stared at you mindlessly, clapping slowly, when Xiumin got up abruptly and grabbed you.

‘We must go.’ He stated flatly, leaving the dorm quickly.

Everyone looked at you in shock as Xiumin got your belongings, ‘Let go of me, Xiumin!’

Xiumin said nothing, but got to the car and put you in it, ‘Say a word and I swear it will not end well for you.’

You gulped, knowing your boyfriend was drunk. The vehicle drove as you both remained silent with the sound of soft rain falling outside. Arriving home, the doors opened and he dragged you inside before slamming the door behind.

‘WHAT THE FUCK!’ You finally screamed, ‘How dare you manhandle me!?’

‘What the hell was that?’ Xiumin screamed back, ‘Allowing Minho to witness that?!’

‘Minho…MINHO!’ You spat, ‘How dare you make out with Irene, and in front of me!’

‘Only because I saw Minho hold your hand and put his arm around you!’ Xiumin stood up for himself.

‘He wasn’t holding my hand, you idiot! He was unclenching my fists because your damn tongue was down someone else’s throat!’ You retorted, tears in your eyes.

‘I am going for a walk.’ Xiumin took for the door again, ‘I need to clear my head.’

‘DON’T YOU DARE WALK OUT ON ME, WE ARE NOT DONE!’ You scream at your drunk boyfriend.

Slamming the door once again, you fell to your knees in absolute defeat. Letting the tears fall from your eyes, you grunted in frustration as the sobs came. Xiumin wobbled as he walked, the rain wetting his hair. His eyesight was blurry due to his own tears. Stepping along the walkway, he found a park were he took a seat on the swing.

‘Xiumin, you idiot!’ He grunted to himself.

Truth be the matter, the elder wanted this fight to end, he hated that you found refuge in someone so easily. He mentally beat himself for not telling you the truth about the lunch meetings, but now he sat in the rain, and away from the woman he really loved. Hours passed, and it was around 1am. You sat on the bed sniffing. You hadn’t stopped crying since Xiumin left, you felt yourself drifting to sleep when the sound of the rain picked up. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around the empty room.

‘Xiumin?’ You sniffed, ‘Where in god’s name is he?’

You pulled your phone out and dialled the number. After around five tries, you eventually gave up. Stepping into the rain, you shielded your eyes and looked at the early morning sky. Anger still boiled in you but you weren’t about to let Xiumin wonder into traffic all drunk, or worse, someone else’s bed. Thinking to give up, you walked past the park and saw a figure sitting.

‘Xiumin?’ You shouted, the rain drowning out yours voice.

‘What do you want?’ Xiumin’s voice was cold and bitter as the rain, ‘Here to tell me that you going to leave me for Minho?’

‘Why would I do that?’  You asked with a raised brow, curious to see what the drunk man would say.

‘Because you seem more comfortable with him than with me.’ Xiumin sniffed.

At that moment, you felt your heart shatter and knew that Xiumin was now sober. Xiumin could hold his alcohol and was very quick tempered at times, but always spoke his true feelings when he was arriving at the sober stated. The man before you was truly broken, and it was all over a fight that the two of you didn’t want to end. Xiumin was stubborn, but so were you, but he wasn’t your friend but your lover.

‘I don’t want to loose you. He whispered, ‘And to see you in the arm of another man, I didn’t like the feeling it gave me….please don’t leave me?’

‘Why have you only realised this now?’ You asked with a raised brow, ‘And I am still mad with you for making out with Irene.’

‘I was jealous okay!’ Xiumin now stood up, ‘I was jealous that Minho had his hands on you!’

‘And whose fault is that?’ You asked.

‘Don’t do this, Y/N…’ He pleaded, tears in his eyes again.

‘No!’ You snapped, ‘The only reason we are in this state is because you can’t keep it in your pants!’

‘I never cheated on you with Irene!’ Xiumin fell onto his knees, ‘I would never cheat on you… I love you.’

You could just stretch out this fight, but Xiumin was getting cold and you didn’t want him to get sick. This fight was getting old, and you needed to move on from this. Sighing at the broken man before you, you bent down on your knees with the rain pouring down and took Xiumin’s face in your hand’s. The elder was crying and your expression fell soft. Wiping the tears with your thumb, you leaned forward and captured Xiumin’s cold lips with a simple peck.

‘I love you too, Xiumin.’

stats 101 | jikook edition

I really didn’t want to do my actual math assignments (as always), but then I stumbled across a little problem while watching Kookmin World’s newest video. So like I believe every aspiring mathematician/statistician should, I decided use the power of numbers to solve some interesting questions in my spare time (well…my profs do great things like figuring out who’s cheating on their midterms simply by calculating probability but…I’m not there yet LOL). Thus, I decided to calculate the probability of Jimin and Jungkook’s fans appearing next to each three times in a row, just by chance. 

DISCLAIMER: I haven’t done counting problems in awhile so there may be a mistake. I tried to recheck with my notes but I could still be wrong with some of my intuition because I did this purely off the top of my head. If there is please let me know and I shall fix it promptly, but this is merely my way of trying to show how cool math is… Also, I’m not reeeaaallly doing this as a shipper, cause really it doesn’t mean anything that their fans are next to each other (except perhaps maybe there was some instinctive sense as to why they should be together), I just wanted to know the numbers, and perhaps you would too :)

also, please take a look at this it cooler than you think and may help you out with your homework in the future ;)

So. Hurr we go. 


SCENARIO 1: Fans are placed in a circle

So here, we want to know what the probability is that Jimin’s fan is next to Jungkook within this circle, completely by chance.  

Since this is a circle, and circles are pains in the asses to calculate permutation for, there are many different approaches. What I personally did was I defined a fixed point in the rearrangement:

where each circle represents a fan and the blue dot is a fan whose position never changes (because if it did I’d have to divide by two or something fancy and that’s too complicated).

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Here is the long awaited list of Art Tips I mentioned a few days ago! These are Mostly things I’ve learned to help me improve this year. Let me know what you think, or if you have any questions!

  1. Set “practice” goals. Give yourself specific goals, but always word them as ‘practice’ not ‘improve’. Improvement takes time and can be difficult to attain. Meeting a goal to practice things is significantly easier and more rewarding. Improvement happens with practice and you’ll see it later on. Be specific with your goals. For example: “Practice Angry Expressions!”

  2. Give yourself a solid time frame for your goal. Define exact dates. It could be a week, two weeks, even a month. Whatever you feel comfortable with.

  3. Do Studies. Studies are a series of sketches, doodles, paintings, etc.. Done following research, usually looking at a photo or physical reference. I usually fill a whole page with quick, haphazard sketches of what I’m studying. If you’re studying birds, fill a whole page with birds, or hands. They don’t have to be good, they aren’t meant to be perfect. It’s just to get the idea on paper to help you form the visual on paper and in your hand.

  4. Change your goal as soon as you feel ready, after your last one. If you feel you’ve completed your goal, feel free to wait as long as you like, but it’s a good idea to have a list of goals so you aren’t left floundering for one. (Since it’s always harder to think of something when you NEED to.) For example: Angry expressions, Faces at low angles, two-point perspective, cool color schemes. It’s easier to move forward with a list of your own making, than leaving yourself hanging.

  5. Thumbnail. I can not say this enough! Before jumping into a big project, you’ll want to get in the habit of doing thumbnail sketches beforehand. No bigger than 2 or 3 inches, I usually fill a page with them. Thumbnailing can help you figure out how to get that posing just right. Or how you want your composition aligned. Small quick sketches of the different ways you could do things, to find how you want to do things.

  6. You can trace your own sketches. That’s right. It took me twenty years to figure out I could just trace my own sketch onto another sheet of paper to make lineart and do color so I didn’t fuck up my sketch. Digital artist, you can use a new layer over your sketch. Traditionally though, THIS IS HOW YOU DON’T FUCK UP YOUR SKETCH. (also if you trace very lightly it erases way better than trying to erase a full sketch. If you’ve never tried to color over a partially erased sketch it is hell.)

  7. Use References. You’d be surprised how many young artists out there think using references is wrong, or cheating. Let me tell you something. Did Leonardo Da Vinci have a reference for the Mona Lisa? You bet your ass he did. As far as I know he had at least two! All the great masters knew to use references. Actually looking at the thing you’re trying to recreate is the easiest way to master it. If you can’t find a reference for something, look for something that looks similar. Having a concept of what you want is quintessential to improvement. Hell, keep a whole folder of references. Hold onto them to fall back on later. Use them to their full extent.

  8. Draw at an angle. For traditional artists, drawing flat on a desk can often result in disproportionate drawings. Things farther away from the the eye tend to look smaller so things on the farther side of the paper can end up enlarged to compensate for our own eyes perspective of the paper. Drawing at an angle fixes this problem. It brings the paper into a better angle for your face. (I just lean my drawing board on top of a box of staples. It works lol)

  9. Watch other artists. Written tutorials are a phenomenal resource to many artists. But Video tutorials are some of the most helpful things in the world. Video tutorials can show you, in real time, how it’s done. Actually seeing it happen can really help. (I watch hours of tutorials and speedpaints. I just let them play in the background while I draw.)

  10. Try different materials. I’m not gonna lie, I loved digital art. But it just didn’t work for me. I discovered copic markers and my art has improved so much with a material that I feel more in-tune with. So experiment. Borrow from your friends, try new things in school, in art clubs. Whenever. Sometimes, you just need to try something different, to discover something that works better for you.

  11. DON’T. STOP. DRAWING. You don’t have to be churning out a completed piece every week. No. But you should always doodle, sketch, scribble. Hell, even if you just scribble out some squiggly lines, you’ve done something! You don’t have to share with the world. Just. Don’t. Stop.
Masquerade. (Jimin x Reader x Hoseok) Part 1

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

Jimin x Reader x Hoseok

Fluff & Slight Smut

Office Au, Hosts Au

Summary: To secretly relieve your stress about your single life and your hard times at work, you cave and decide to give this mysteriously alluring club a chance. At Club Masquerade, you can indulge in your fantasies and indulge in who you really want to be without strings attached. So when you waltz in and realize you’re not exactly sure what you want, two of their best hosts swoop in and are more than willing to help you figure it out…

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

Warning: Will need lots of water for thirst. (Unless that’s just me *fans self* lol)

Parts 1 of 4

Links: Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3 | Part 4

Originally posted by epikcry

          It was a very famous place, full of mystery. Many recommended that you had to go there at least once in your life, especially if you were single and looking for a good time. Yet no one spoke about it past that. But the alluring smile and the dust of pink on their cheeks as they mentally recollected their experiences drew you in.

           You wanted to know what they saw. You wanted to know what they felt.

           Club Masquerade.

           Your fingers tapped your desk as you stared at the address your friend had texted you. All of your girl friends highly urged you to go. They only went once, but they raved that they could never forget about their time there. If they weren’t already in happy relationships, they stated that they would be frequenting it often.

           You clicked on the website she had attached with the address, and you fumbled as the heading of the site caused you to turn red.

           INDULGE IN YOUR FANTASIES. INDULGE IN WHO YOU REALLY WANT TO BE.

           Frantically pressing buttons on your phone to exit out before any passing eyes spotted what you were looking at, you spazzed out in your desk. People glanced at you worriedly but you gave them a weak smile as you fixed your outfit.

           "Y/N!!“ a familiar bellow was heard from the adjacent office and you jolted out of your seat.

           "There he goes again.” One of your co-workers chuckled.

           You exhaled and hurried into your boss’s office.

           "Yes, Mr. Jung.“ You mumbled.

           "What the hell is this?” he slammed papers down onto his table. “I can’t understand your handwriting!”

           You exhaled. “We’ve been working together for years and you still can’t read my handwriting?”

           "What?“ he snapped and you straightened up.

           "Would you like me to read it to you then?” you suggested.

           "Well, there’s no other way for me to understand this.“ he rolled his eyes and spun around in his chair.

           You took a deep breath to calm yourself, knowing your boss’s specialty was pissing you off. Grabbing the papers, you organized them in order and was about to begin reading when he cut in.

           "Oh we’re also getting a new boss tomorrow, so those –” he pointed at the boxes you had lugged in early this morning. “– need to be put together.”

           Your eyes widened. “You want ME to put together an office table and chair??”

           "Yeah, why?“ he blinked at you. "Can’t do it?”

           You groaned and he knocked on his desk impatiently. “Just because you’ve been my secretary for years doesn’t mean you can slack off. Let’s get to it.”

           "Which would you like me to do first? Read the plans or fix the table?“ You questioned lifelessly.

           "Hmmm….you can just do both.” he waved his hand as he continued to play with his pen and spin in his chair.

           "Are you serious?“ you looked at him exasperatedly.

           He feigned ignorance then gestured for you to hurry.

           "No.” You slammed the papers down. “You read those while I do the table.”

           "I don’t want to.“ He crossed his arms. "That’s your job. Write it neater.”

           "I had the entire office read through it before sending it over!“ you complained. "Maybe you need to get your eyes checked!”

           "Excuse me?“ he stood up angrily.

           "You heard me!” you retorted, glaring at him dangerously.

           "Go fix the table!“ he yelled.

           "I am!” you bellowed in return as you spun around to make your way to the boxes.

           "Don’t yell at me!“ he pointed.

           "You started yelling first!”

           "No I didn’t!“

           A timid knock on the office door had you both freeze in your places. Mr. Jung coughed to regain his composure and gently sat down in his chair.

           "Come in.” he stated firmly.

           An attractive young man peeked in with a large smile plastered on his face.

           "Sorry to interrupt Mr. Jung ~“ he greeted sweetly and you felt yourself gawking at how the room lit up with his entrance.

           "My dear friend!! Stop with the formalities. Call me Hoseok as usual.” Hoseok grinned and opened his arms welcomingly.

           You found yourself giving him a look of disgust at his unexpected behavior. Everyone in the office knew him as constantly cold and only ever heard him yelling, mostly directed your way. He was totally fooling this visitor.

           "What’re you doing here?“ Hoseok sat down at the front of his desk.

           "Oh I’m here to fix up the table…” the other man trailed off, realizing that someone else was in the room. You felt yourself blush as you spotted him scanning you intently.

           "Oh don’t worry. The secretary’s got it.“ Hoseok waved his hand. "She’s pretty brolic so she can handle. You want to get some food while you’re here?”

           You made sure your back was turned before you made faces of anger towards Hoseok.

           "I just ate, but coffee sounds good. We can just catch up in here so we don’t waste money on gas or anything.“

           "I’ll go get you some then. I’ll be right back.” Hoseok patted his friend’s shoulder before exiting the room.

           Soon after the door shut, you felt the stranger crouch down next to you. You were a bit startled so you flinched when you realized. He giggled.

           "Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.“

           You blushed and shook your head. "Don’t worry. I was just trying to figure out how to put this together.”

           "This is my job, so don’t worry about it.“ the man smiled and took the pieces away from you gently.

           You chuckled. "No, he won’t let me hear the end of it if I abandon this.”

           "Then let’s fix it together then?“ he grinned expectantly.

           You timidly nodded, not having the heart to refuse his eager help.

           "I’m Jimin.” he introduced, holding out his hand kindly.

           "Y/N.“ you smiled as you shook it warmly.

           "So you’re his secretary, huh?” his eyes scanned the pieces and organized them with ease.

           "Uh yeah.“ you watched Jimin work in awe. "Have you done this before?”

           Jimin chuckled and glanced over at you with a friendly twinkle in his eye. “No. I’m following the instructions.”

           You squinted and scanned the sea of parts and boxes for any semblance of instructions. Then your lips curled up as you realized he was joking. He laughed as he watched it dawn on you and you joined him.

           "Sorry. I’m not used to jokes at work.“ you giggled.

           "Hoseok can get a little intense when it comes to work-related stuff.” Jimin smiled as he continued setting up the parts.

           "A little is an understatement.“ you mumbled under your breath, but Jimin chuckled, obviously hearing your comment.

           "Don’t tell him I said that.” you whispered guiltily.

           Jimin grinned and handed you a piece of the table. “It’ll be our secret.”

           You blushed, feeling giddy butterflies in your stomach.

           "Now hold that so I can start drilling it together.“ he placed another piece into your free hand and positioned you. Your cheeks warmed as he nonchalantly touched your arms and placed your fingers where they needed to be. Then with a big smile, he stepped back.

           "Good. Stay right there. Where’s Hoseok’s drill?”

           "Uh should be in that gray cabinet in the corner. Top shelf to the right.“ You instructed, knowing his office like the back of your hand.

           You had organized it countless of times until it was to Hoseok’s liking and then some more because he just loved to irritate you.

           "Got it!” Jimin cheered triumphantly as he scurried to your side. “Hold tight, okay?”

           You swallowed and held the pieces firmly while he set up the tool. Jimin was in mid-drill when Hoseok burst into the room holding two cups of coffee. His brows furrowed angrily as he happened upon the scene.

           "What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?“

           "Um…holding the table, as you can see.” you snapped.

           "I told you to do it yourself. Why did you make Jimin –“

           "I volunteered to help her.” Jimin smiled warmly at Hoseok then glanced your way encouragingly. “It’ll take one person a while to fix it and I’m sure she has a lot of paperwork to do.”

           Hoseok pursed his lips, forming a straight line and you knew that face meant he was holding back his anger.

           "Your coffee will get cold, Jimin.“ he stated flatly.

           Jimin laughed and turned his attention to you, "Want some coffee, Y/N?”

           "I only have two here.“ Hoseok sulked.

           "We can share.” Jimin whispered playfully causing your lips to curl up happily.

           "Here! Here!“ Hoseok shoved the coffee into your hand, irritatedly. "Me and Jimin will just share!”

           Jimin cracked up as he waltzed over to Hoseok’s desk, where the latter was pouting. You sat on the ground and sipped the coffee welcomingly. The two slowly drifted into their own world, catching up on mutual friends, and retelling stories. They seemed to have forgotten you were in the room, but you didn’t mind. You took the time to study the handsome features of Jimin from afar. It had been awhile since someone handsome was so openly nice to you. You looked at him dreamily. But it was Hoseok who cut into your thoughts.

           "Well since you’re no help at all, get out of my office.“

           "Hoseok…” Jimin looked at him sadly.

           "It’s fine. That’s how we have a discussion.“ Hoseok patted his friend’s shoulder and gave you a scolding look.

           You faked a smile as you stood up, glad you didn’t have to put together a table but offended that he was treating you so rudely in front of his attractive friend. Not satisfied with leaving without the upper-hand, you raised your cup smugly.

           "Thanks for the cup, Hoseok ~” you smirked and hurriedly closed the door behind you.

           "What did she call me?“ you heard him hiss before you skipped to your desk, ecstatic about your good luck.

           "Who was that?” one of your co-workers whispered, intrigued.

           "I don’t know.“ you smiled. "But he was charming.”


           "Good morning everyone!“ You greeted warmly as usual, and everyone waved at you brightly.

           "He’s in already.” They warned you in a hushed tone.

           "Already?“ Your eyes widened.

           Suddenly, Hoseok marched down the aisle, holding his usual cup of coffee. As always, he wore a straight-faced expression that was laced with an air of mystery. His suit was tailored sharply so it hung just loose enough to make you wonder about his form without giving too much away. You exhaled knowing that you were already in trouble this morning for coming in later than him, not that you had any control over it. He came in whenever he wanted and you never knew what to expect.

           You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you spotted your co-workers stare at him longingly while he strutted throughout the office confidently. Hurriedly, you hung your coat on the back of your chair and sat down, hoping that he wouldn’t notice you just arrived. He passed by the respectful bows and greetings without a response or change in expression. It was rare for him to return anyone’s "Good mornings”, yet your co-workers still tried to get him to notice them.

           You kept your eyes down on the stack of paperwork in front of you, trying to look busy, but as always, it didn’t deter him from sitting down on your desk with a big smirk on his face.

           "Morning Madam Secretary ~“ he raised his cup. "Had a late start today?”

           You exhaled and crossed your arms.“Well someone was just earlier than usual today.”  

           "Tsk. Tsk.“ he shook his head. "I thought I would die walking over to get coffee.”

           You gave a him disapproving look, which he simply raised a questioning eyebrow at you.  "Then you’d be the first to die walking 10 steps to get coffee and it was due to your own lack of movement.“ You hummed as you returned your focus back to your paperwork.

           He knocked on your table in retaliation to regain your attention. "Yah.”

           You glared up at him.

           "I’m your boss, your boss. We’re not friends.“ he stated firmly as he continued tapping on your desk irritatedly.

           You rolled your eyes and shooed him away. "Well then Boss, please get off my table and let me work.”

           "Yah!“ he raised his voice.

           Your bickering was a normal occurrence in your office but it never failed to astound the workers. Everyone’s eyes were on you two, especially now that his voice grew louder than conversational level. You two had just worked together for so long and no one but you could put up with his attitude. So regardless of how rude you were to each other, you were both secure that things would carry on normally afterwards.

           "Fighting so early?”

           A familiar voice had you both straighten up from your positions. Immediately, both of your faces brightened as Jimin appeared, carrying three cups of coffee.

           "J-Jimin!“ you stammered as you stood up, flustered, earning a judgmental glare from Hoseok.

           "Sorry I’m late. I wanted to pick up some warm drinks for us to start off the morning!” Jimin grinned and you heard immediate excited whispers throughout the office.

           "I see you already have one Hoseok….“

           "It’s cold already so I’ll take yours.” Hoseok left his coffee on your desk and grabbed one from Jimin brightly. You pursed your lips in annoyance.

           "And one for you, Miss Secretary ~“ Jimin sang as he handed you a cup.

           Your lips curled up happily as you accepted his kind gesture. "What brings you here so early? Did Mr. Jung send you on errands?”

           Hoseok chucked his straw paper at you without batting an eye, playing it off as if he missed your trashcan.

           Jimin laughed, “Oh no. I’m the new boss being transferred here.”

           You stumbled back from surprise. “Oh my gosh!”

           Frantically, you bowed deeply, “Welcome Mr. Park!”

           Hoseok smirked as he sipped his coffee.

           "You didn’t tell her Hoseok?“ Jimin glanced at him amused as you sent threatening looks towards Hoseok.

           "Must’ve slipped my mind.” he shrugged and pointed to you. “Well get back to work and take care of your table. It looks like it has a lot of trash. So unattractive.”

           He shook his head disapprovingly as he stalked back into his office. You huffed, trying to maintain your composure.

           "He’s a handful, huh?“ Jimin stayed put, relaxingly sipping his coffee.

           You smiled as you grabbed his forgotten coffee cup and chucked it into your trash bin. "I’m sorry. I really had no idea you were the new boss.”

           "It’s fine.“ he waved his hand. "I respond to either-or anyway – Jimin, Mr. Park– it all sounds the same to me.”

           You giggled shyly.

           "In return for the coffee, do you think you could introduce me to everyone?“ Jimin mumbled softly. "It feels weird just waltzing in here and having them report to me when I don’t know them.”

           Your eyes widened, “You want to get to know everyone?”

           "Yeah.“ he blinked. "Is that weird?”

           You laughed, “No, not at all. It’s just…different…from what we’re used to at least.”

           Jimin smiled knowingly and you gestured for him to following you timidly. Everyone was flustered as he approached each worker one-by-one, reiterating their names and conversing with them briefly. Your female co-workers were visibly attracted to this kind man as they fixed their hair and straightened up their skirts before you reached their cubicle.

           "If you forget anyone’s names, don’t hesitate to ask me.“ you chuckled as you both returned back to your desk after a few minutes.

           "I’ll probably keep asking you frequently. Sorry if I get annoying.”

           You waved your hand, “That’s what I’m here for. I’d be glad to help you out.”

           "I’m lucky to have such a pretty secretary.“ he grinned as he raised his cup. "It makes starting off the day better.”

           You blushed. “Just call me over if you need anything.”

           "I’ll probably just be setting up my office and papers today.“

           "Oh. I finished that yesterday.” you smiled shyly, happy that you were proactive in doing so. You wanted to impress Jimin in as many ways as possible.

           "Wow, you’re a blessing.“ he reached out and petted your head gratefully.

           You felt your face turn red as he laughed at your reaction.

           "You’re cute, Y/N.”

           With that compliment, he strolled back into his office. You exhaled and swooned into your seat, your gaze lingering at the door that he disappeared into. Your hands immediately cupped your cheeks to offset the growing warmth, but you couldn’t fight off the giddy feeling. But you only reveled in it for a few minutes before Hoseok’s loud voice echoed and your mood immediately dropped.

           "Y/N!!“

           You groaned and grabbed your completed stacks of paper to report to him.

           "Yes, Mr. Jung.” You marched into his office, stealing a glance at Jimin thoroughly reading through documents, sporting glasses which made you weak at the knees.

           "I have meetings today right?“

           "Yes.”

           "Go over what they’re about and what I need to know.“ he twirled around in his chair.

           You whipped up a typed copy of the outline of the meeting so he could read along (which he never did) and began informing Hoseok. Feeling Jimin’s gaze on you from across the room made you more conscious but also more efficient in your explanation.

           "Alright. Let’s go. Make sure you stay close so I look better.” Hoseok stood up and fixed up his suit, smirking at his own insult.

           You gave him a look of disgust as he walked by, and peripherally, you caught Jimin smiling at you and giving you a thumbs up in approval. Immediately, you blushed and smiled shyly before exiting the room.


           With two bosses now, one hot and one cold, one friendly and one rude, it was a pretty stressful week at work. When Friday afternoon rolled around, you were exhausted in all aspects.

           "Seriously. You’re always at work or thinking about work, girl.“ your best friend chimed into the phone. "You’re going to end up single and alone at this rate.”

           "Don’t remind me.“ you grumbled as you plopped onto your bed.

           "I’m telling you. Go to Club Masquerade. At least you’ll be single and NOT alone there. It’s only an hour per person, but it is WORTH IT.” she urged. “Trust me.”

           You sighed. “I don’t know…it doesn’t sound like my thing.”

           "Believe me. It’s everyone’s thing.“ you could hear the smirk in your friend’s voice. "They’ll take good care of you there.”

           "Mmmm…“ you contemplated.

           "I’m telling you, just GO. If you don’t like it, then I’ll stop bothering you. But at least then I can talk to you about it. I’m DYING!” Your friend urged.

           "Fine, fine. I’ll go. I need to de-stress and having some fun outside doesn’t sound too bad.“ you chuckled.

           "Oh my goodness. You’re going to have so much fun. I’m so excited for you.” your friend squealed excitedly. “You HAVE to wear that black dress and that silver masquerade mask you were going to wear for my bachelorette party there.”

           "You keep rubbing it in. I can’t help that I contracted pneumonia!“ you groaned.

           "Well, now you can pay me back by getting your single ass to this Club!” she scolded.

           "Alright, alright. I’ll get ready and send you my look.“

           "Perfect. Have fun girl ~”


           You inhaled and exhaled deeply as you clutched your trench coat around you for protection. You weren’t used to wearing a lot of eye make-up and deep red lipstick, but you wanted to look as seductive and daring as you were going to try to be tonight. You adjusted your elegantly designed silver masquerade mask and without another thought, you pulled open the door leading into Club Masquerade, hoping it would give you the change you needed in your mundane life.

           A bell echoed as you stepped in and immediately you were greeted by cute girl at the entrance.

           "Hello welcome to Club Masquerade, where we make your fantasies come true! How can I help you today?“ she smiled warmly, which eased your frantically beating heart.

           It seemed straight out of a Renaissance fairytale. There was a beautiful chandelier lined with diamonds that reflected the silver and gold that decorated the high ceilings. You saw there were red velvet curtains in the back where people adorning masks of all styles and colors were disappearing to. Some were sitting in small tables by the entrance, merely conversing and having tea, but they too soon disappeared behind the maroon veils.

           Seeing your awe, the girl chuckled. "It must be your first time today. Are you familiar with how we work?”

           "Ummm…“ you blushed. "Not really…”

           "No problem. I’m here to answer any of your questions and curiosities.“

           "Um…what exactly does it mean when you say you’ll make our fantasies come true?” you whispered, embarrassed.

           "Absolutely anything and everything.“ she grinned proudly. "We have a variety of persona hosts that specialize in different forms of fantasies. Of course everything is anonymous so you don’t have to worry about being recognized, and everyone knows the safe word.”

           "Persona…hosts…?“ you blinked.

           Her lips curled up endearingly. "Oh dear. I think we have a pure one here.”

           You felt your cheeks heat up as she looked at you with a warm flicker in her eye, like a teacher ready to give her favorite lecture.

           "How about…“ you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder and you tensed up. ”…you let us take over from here?“

           You felt yourself shiver as a strong arm pulled you flush against his body.

           "It might be easier to show her how things work here.”

           The hairs on your skin immediately stood on edge at his emphasis. Was it excitement? You glanced beside you to find an attractive man wearing a sparkling red masquerade mask. Before you could study him more carefully, a hand grabbed yours and a pair of lips pressed onto the back of your hand, causing your heart to flip over.

           "We’ll take good care of her.“

           You gawked at the man wearing a silver-lined black mask in front of you. The girl at the reception laughed and glanced over at you.

           "It seems you’re in luck today Miss.” she explained as she nudged you playfully. “These are the best two hosts we have and it seems you’ve piqued their interest~”

           You blushed as you tensed up, not used to being surrounded by attractive and forward men.

           "Which persona are they…?“ you questioned.

           The receptionist giggled as she handed you a circular buzzer, similar to ones they have at restaurants that take reservations.

            "I’ll let them take over now. This will flash and vibrate when your hour is up. If you’d like to extend the time, there’s a red button in each room that you can press. If not, then your hosts will escort you back out here.” she explained brightly as you grabbed the buzzer nervously. “Have a pleasure-filled time!”

           You smiled weakly as the two led you down into the section of tables.

           "Hungry?“ Black Mask, as you were going to refer to him in your mind, questioned.

           You shook your head.

           "Don’t be nervous.” Red Mask whispered into your ear and you shuddered at his closeness. Then he turned to Black Mask with a smug smile. “Explanations aren’t my thing, so I’ll give her to you for 35 minutes and I’ll take the last 25?”

           "Alright, I’ll spend 10 minutes explaining things then.“

           "He’ll prepare you for me…” Red Mask hummed into your ear again, his hand slowly moving down your arm before he walked away.

           Black Mask chuckled as he took your arm and wrapped it around his, guiding you elegantly.

           "Don’t be so tense. You set the rules around here. None of the hosts will do anything to make you uncomfortable. We’re here to serve you exactly how you want us to.“

           You nodded, feeling a little better.

           "So these tables are for those who just require a conversational host or for those who like easing into the…main dish.” Black Mask licked his lips and you bit yours as you watched him. “So yeah, we have a place for tea and talking, some refreshments, etc. Any questions?”

           You shook your head and he chuckled, tapping your arm gently. “Relax.”

           "I’m sorry…this is just not my usual place to hang out…“ you mumbled.

           He grinned, "I would be surprised if it was anyone’s. Everyone starts off nervous when trying something new, but trust me. I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

           Your heart fluttered at the sincerity of his statement, but then he leaned closer and whispered, “Unless you want me to.”

           Your body heated up as the scent of his cologne filled up your senses. He straightened back up and led you to the red veils.

           "And here we have the host rooms.“ he introduced, simply standing there to ease your nerves. "You must have lots of questions about this.”

           "Are they all bedrooms?“ you mumbled.

           "No.” he chuckled. “Some people don’t like doing things on beds.”

           Your eyes widened as you glanced up at him and he winked playfully. You felt yourself giggle at his playful tone.

           "There’s a smile – finally!“ he nudged. "There are bedrooms in the farthest part of this hallway, but the first few are lounges, then some are specialty rooms, others we end up redecorating according to the client’s preferences.”

           "Wow.“ You were impressed. "That’s a lot of work.”

           "Anything to make our clients happy.“ His lips curled up and you felt yourself smile. "Well, it seems you’re not sure what your interests are in this…field. So what do you want to do?”

           You blinked, “What’re my options?”

           "Well, if you would like, we can just sit and chat.“ he gestured to the tables. "Or we can take it easy in one of the lounges. Orrrr –” he grinned. “–if I’ve completely terrified you and you want to run off, then you’re welcome to do so.”

           You chuckled, now more relaxed. Something about him eased your worries and curiosity was slowly getting the better of you as you wondered what exactly happened in these rooms. Excitement bubbled in your stomach and you felt a surge of spontaneity.

           "Let’s go to the lounges.“

           You hardly recognized the confident voice that came out of you. But something drew you there. You wanted to see for yourself what exactly was behind the veil. You wanted to unravel the mysteries of this place, and the more Black Mask questioned you, the more you wanted to discover the mysteries in yourself.

           "As you wish.” His lips curled up proudly as slipped his hand into yours, leading you to the hallway of rooms.

           Once you were behind the veil, you heard an eerie silence. The lighting was dim, alluring, and mysterious like the rest of the place.

           As if reading your thoughts, Black Mask commented, “All rooms are soundproof so you can be as loud as you want.”

           You blushed from the implication. He smiled as he entered the room and you were surprised to see Red Mask sitting on one of the couches nonchalantly.

           "Figured you’d go to this room.“ he grinned.

           "Hm?” you looked up at Black Mask inquisitively.

           "This is technically ‘my’ room.“ he answered lightheartedly.

           "My room’s a bit more… fun.” Red Mask smirked. “Hopefully I’ll be able to take you there soon enough.”

           You bit your lip nervously at his comment and soon, Red Mask was in front of you.

           "Don’t bite your lip like that.“ he growled. "Or I’m going to jump you with him watching.”

           You inhaled sharply, but soon the gentle hand of Black Mask cut in between you two.

           "I still have 30 minutes with her, but I wanted her to establish rules with both of us before I get started.“ Black Mask explained then turned to you. "Let’s sit?”

           You smiled and nodded as he led you to the couch. Red Mask’s eyes were watching your every move and for some reason, it boosted your confidence that he was ravaging your body with his prolonged stare.

           "Rules?“ you questioned as you sat down.

           "Yeah, set some boundaries for us. Tell us what absolutely turns you off. We’ll remember it.”

           "Hmm…“ you pursed your lips as you pondered about it.

           "Damn you’re so cute.” Black Mask covered his face and laughed.

           Your lips curled up at the compliment. The two then sat on either side of you, waiting for your decision.

           "Well…“ you started and their eyes were on you attentively.

           "Clothes stay on.”

           They nodded and it encouraged you to continue. “And my lower half is off limits… unless I say otherwise.”

           "And by lower half, you mean below your stomach but above your thighs?“ Red Mask hummed.

           You turned warm and nodded.

           "Anything else?” Black Mask questioned and you shook your head.

           "That’s fine.“ Red Mask smirked and he leaned over, talking into the crook of your neck. "I can make you beg for me without touching you there.”

           You swallowed roughly as your heartbeat quickened at the thought of it. But soon enough, Red Mask stood up and left the room, giving the allotted time to Black Mask.

           "Well,“ he leaned against the couch. "it seems you’re not sure what you like and dislike, huh?”

           "I haven’t really given it much thought…“ you frowned.

           He scooted over closer to you and smiled gently. "Well that’s what I’m here for.”

           You locked eyes with him.

           "I’ll figure you out.“ he whispered as he caressed your face softly.

           Your eyes darted to his lips then back to his eyes but as he moved his face closer, your gaze didn’t leave his mouth. You were mesmerized.

           "Can I kiss you?” he whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips.

           You nodded in anticipation and he lightly pressed his lips on yours sweetly. Your entire body tingled with the sensation. His thumb rubbed the side of your cheek and he stared at you lovingly.

           "You’re okay?“ he asked and you nodded.

           He smiled and leaned back to capture your lips gently as both of his hands cupped your face. Your breath hitched as his hands traveled down to your neck. One of his hands stayed on your face while the other glided down your arm to intertwine your fingers together. You kissed back, already following the rhythm of his lips.

           "Comfortable?” he hummed.

           You nodded, catching your breath. Although kissing side by side was a bit hard, you didn’t want to stop the momentum. He chuckled as he kissed your cheek and your breathing got labored as he traveled down your jaw then to your neck. The kisses were light but it ignited your body, as if he knew exactly where you were most sensitive. His free hand unfastened your trench coat and you both maintained eye contact as he slowly pulled it off your shoulders, revealing your tight, form-fitting black dress.

           "Wow.“ he breathed, taking in your body. "You’re beautiful.”

           Your hands nervously reached out for him and he gave you an encouraging smile, observing the worried look in your eyes. “You can touch me wherever, as much as you want.”

           You wanted more of his kisses and for some reason, doing this with a complete stranger where no one knew who you were, made you more courageous than you had expected. Gently, you pulled his tuxedo towards you and he smiled into the kiss happily.

           "Tell me what you like.“ he whispered as he started leaving a trail of butterfly kisses down your neck onto your shoulder, as your heart ran a marathon inside your chest.

           "Keep doing that.” you muttered, breathlessly.

           "As you wish.“ he placed a chaste kiss on your lips before tending to the other side of your body.

           Soon his hands found its way back to caressing your face and you leaned forward to lock lips with him feverishly. He mentally took note of what he did to get that reaction out of you and tested out the waters by grazing his tongue on your lower lip. You gasped at the new feeling and you pressed deeper into the kiss. You felt his lips curl up as he repeated that same action again but at a more languid pace. Soon, you were on your knees on the couch nearly straddling him to deepen the kiss. His tongue on your lip was driving you insane.

           He broke the kiss and chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.

           "It’ll be dangerous if you straddle me with a dress on.” his eyes twinkled brightly as he took in how swollen your lips had become and how your pupils were dilated with lust.

           "What?“ you breathed, clearly not in the right state of mind.

           His expression darkened as he smirked, "It’ll be dangerous.”

           You realized your position and immediately sat back down, flustered.

           "Tell me if you don’t like this.“ he whispered and soon you found your back on the couch and him hovering over you.

           He had placed your coat on top of your legs mannerly as he climbed over you on all fours.

           "Uncomfortable?”

           You shook your head and smiled, tugging at his tie. He raised an eyebrow at your gesture.

           "Kiss me.“ you requested.

           He grinned as he leaned down.

           "You’re too damn cute.”

           Soon, you were locking lips again but this time your hands freely roamed his body, feeling his chest, his waist, and fiddled with his belt. His hands were supporting himself up so your bodies didn’t make contact but little by little his body melted into yours, which you received heartily. He gently played with your hair, caressed your cheek, and lightly nipped at your neck, leaving you breathless, relaxed, yet wanting so much more.

           Suddenly, there was knock on the door and he chuckled, immediately sitting up and getting off the couch. You were panting heavily, upset at the loss of contact.

           "What’s happening?“ you questioned, your voice a bit rough and dehydrated as you sat up.

           He chuckled as he returned by your side with a cup of water.

           "My 35 minutes with you is up.” he smiled.

           "Already?“ you pouted.

           He leaned over and kissed you sweetly on the cheek. "We can always play some more if you prefer me.”

           "Prefer…?“ you furrowed your brow.

           Black Mask fixed your hair carefully as you finished your water.

           "My friend has a bit of a different… approach than me.” His eyes had a mischievous glint to it as he grabbed the empty cup from you.

           You watched him walk towards the door sadly. He turned to you one last time and winked, “I look forward to your choice.”

           With that, he opened the door and disappeared, leaving you alone in the room. Those 35 minutes felt like an eternity of heaven for you. Then you finally composed yourself, realizing that your next host was the one that continually sent shivers of excitement down your spine simply with his words. You felt the need to throw your trench coat back on; you felt naked and anxious. You walked around the room to cool yourself down from your previous encounter.

           Suddenly, the door opened and closed quietly. The atmosphere changed immediately. With Black Mask, it had been light, comfortable, and sweet but there was a thick tension in the air as soon as Red Mask stepped foot into the room. Your eyes locked with his piercing stare and he smirked.

           "Fucking finally.“ he rushed to where you were and crashed his lips onto yours. You got the wind knocked out of you as he pushed you against the wall. Not wasting time, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, and immediately battled with yours. He broke the kiss and he grazed your neck with his nose.

           "I told you I’d make you beg for me, didn’t I?” he hummed and you fought to catch your breath from his surprise kiss.

           He pressed open mouthed kisses down your neck, licking the same exact spot alternatingly.

           "This….“ he bit your bottom lip as he traced your chest down to the buttons of your trench coat. ”…needs to come off.“

           You nodded.

           "Take it off for me baby girl.” he whispered on your lips and your hands immediately obeyed, unfastening the buttons at lightning speed.

           He kissed your newly exposed shoulders and worked his way to the low V-cut of your dress.

           "Fuck, you’re hott.“ he muttered before licking a line down your chest, causing you to gasp and thread your hands through his hair.

           "Hmm yes, make more sounds for me.” he growled as he pulled you towards him and attacked your lips again.

           Your arms wrapped around his neck to deepen the kiss, but he stepped back hurriedly. You stumbled forward, confused. He smirked as he took your arms and pinned them to the wall, before returning to heatedly make out with you. You struggled to get your arms free from his grasp, but he was stronger than you. His lips curled up and he stared into your eyes dangerously.

           "Do you want to touch me baby girl?“ he hissed.

           You nodded weakly.

           "Where do you want to touch me?” he smirked and you swallowed hard.  

           "Everywhere.“ you breathed as you pressed your lips onto his hungrily.

           Easily, he lifted you up by your waist as your tongues continued to fight for dominance; you wrapped your legs around him to help distribute some of your weight. And soon, you found your back pressed roughly onto the couch. His hands roamed your thighs firmly as neither of you broke the kiss for a few minutes. You reveled in the way he was devouring you. You could tell he needed you, he wanted you, and it excited you. Slowly, he grinded into you and you gasped, breaking the kiss at the feeling of his hardness. He smirked at you as he studied your shocked expression.

           "That’s all from you.” he mumbled.

           And you had to warn yourself to hold onto your dignity. Seeing, the hesitation and worry on your face, he chuckled.

           "Alright, alright. If I reach strike three, then I’m out. Or…“ he nipped at your lip. ”… you can just punish me.“

           You pulled him flush against your body and kissed him fervently. This man got you so riled up, it was unfair. He pushed the boundaries, but it made everything all the more exhilarating, as if you were a teenager rebelling against your parents for the first time. You felt the strings of your sanity loosen and you began to bask in the idea that you could be whoever you wanted to be with these men. They didn’t know who you were outside of it, and they were never going to.

           Your thoughts were soon interrupted by the buzz and vibration of the circular disc the receptionist had given you earlier. Groaning, Red Mask pushed himself off of you and stood up. You blushed as he unabashedly flaunted the growing need inside his pants in front of you.

           "Wanna fix it?” he smirked and you blushed, scolding yourself that you almost agreed to do so.

           He chuckled as he outstretched his hand out. “Don’t worry. A very rare few get to see the goods on the first session.”

           He winked at you and you chuckled, slipping your hand into his.

           "Oh my coat.“ You grabbed it, but Red Mask pulled you roughly to him as you attempted to put it on.

           "Don’t.” he hummed. “I want everyone to see how sexy you are when we walk out.”

           You felt your cheeks warm but you obliged. He took you out of the room and you found Black Mask waiting for you two beyond the veil with a bright smile.

           "Have fun?“ he asked lightly.

           "Of course. Who do you think I am?” Red Mask rolled his eyes.

           "Your fun is not everyone else’s fun.“ Black Mask grabbed your coat and threw it over your shoulder. "You’ll catch a cold like this.”

           "I want to flaunt her.“ Red Mask grumbled.

           "She looks beautiful even with the coat.” Black Mask smiled as he stepped back to take a good look at you. “Flaunt away.”

           His compliment made you smile and you felt your heart melt.

           "Oh. I didn’t catch your names…“ you muttered.

           The two grinned. "We’ll tell you our names after you tell us which one you liked best.”

           You froze, realizing you didn’t have a decision. Seeing your blank expression, the two cracked up.

           "Are you saying you like us both equally?“ Black Mask asked.

           "I mean…it was my first encounter with both of you…it’s hard to tell…” you trailed off shyly.

           The two looked at each other then smiled.

           "I’m fine with sharing.“ Red Mask shrugged.

           "For now at least.” Black Mask tightened your coat around you.

           "Is that okay?“ you looked at them with wide eyes. "I just feel like I want to get to know you guys…as hosts…better? Is that weird?”

           "Nah. We’re pretty flexible here.“ Red Mask winked at you, donning his signature smirk. "Plus I’m always looking for fresh meat to corrupt.”

           You giggled.

           "How about this,“ Black Mask suggested. "let’s exchange numbers?”

           "What?“

           "Well you said you wanted to get to know us as hosts better right?” Black Mask smiled. “We can keep you updated on when our slots are both free again for you to come in.”

           "And if you need any help from home…“ Red Mask whispered. ”…I don’t mind help out through the phone.“

           You covered your face, flustered. Fumbling into your purse, you eagerly grabbed the new personal phone you had just gotten for yourself to separate your work life, and handed it to them.

            "Do you guys always give away your work numbers?” you asked as you watched them type into your phone.

           "No.“ Black Mask smiled as he handed the phone over, "It’s cause you’re special.”

           Red Mask, on the other hand, chuckled and leaned down to whisper, “It’s so I could show you how riled up I can get you without needing to touch you.”

           You turned red immediately as he cackled while he finished typing in his number.

           "Those are our work phones, so feel free to text whenever.“ Black Mask grinned.

           "Who’s who?” you glanced down at the new names on your phone.

           "I’m J-Hope.“

           "I’m Chims. And you are…?”

           You smiled at them. “I guess… I can be whoever you guys want me to be.”

           "That’s bold, Silver girl.“ Black Mask tapped your silver mask playfully and sweetly kissed you on the cheek. "I like that.”

           "See ya baby girl.“ Red Mask patted your hip smugly before the two walked away to get back to work.

           Feeling lighthearted and giddy, you stepped out of Club Masquerade, transformed into a completely different person than when you had walked in. 

          As soon as you got home, you hopped into bed and edited the contacts on your phone so it was easier for you to remember who was who. Smiling contently to yourself, you stared at the two new names:

           ”Black Mask J-Hope“ and ”Red Mask Chims“.

Part 2

Ink

Pairing: Fred x Reader

Request: lol nup

A/N: I’m literally procrastinating from my requests, also whenever I type “Fred x Reader” i always read it as FedEx Reader like hello I am parcel. I’m also dyslexic.

Squicks: None, but danG this is steamy! (not smut or anything like that just v flirtaay)


Everyone in Gryffindor wants you and Fred to be an item. People always ask you about him, and they always ask him about you. They would try and leave you two alone together, they always make sure you were sat next to each other, and if anything of yours would go missing, guaranteed it’d be on his bed, or in his book bag, or in his trunk. After all the effort your friends were making to get you to fall for him, they’d be pleased to know that their attempts were in fact working, but you weren’t prepared to tell them — or him that.

You really liked Fred. When people would not-so-subtly get you two alone together, you never protested, because you loved being with him.

That night in the common room, you were sat up on the couch writing two feet of parchment for Transfiguration that was due first thing in the morning, with Fred on the other side of the couch reading one of the books you had lent him.

Seeing you scribbling away on your piece of parchment in deep concentration made Fred chuckle, and while he was more than happy to admire your funny and cute little ways when studying, he wanted to have a little fun.

As you finished up the sentence, you went to dip your quill back into the ink, not taking your eyes off your page. Your hand jabbed around trying to find the little pot, before you looked over to see Fred smiling cheekily, tossing the ink pot from one hand to the other.

“Fred, I’m trying to do my work here,” you whine, trying not to smile,

“You’ve been studying for over an hour, I’m helping you,” Fred insisted,

“Helping, are you?” you question, sitting upright, “how exactly are you helping?”

“Well, I don’t want you to break your wrist from all that writing, and also you’re boring when you work,”

“You only think I’m boring when I work because I’m not paying enough attention to you,”

“Exactly, and I’m helping fix that”.

Your face broke out into a smile as you laughed at Fred. You pretended to be in hysterics, when suddenly you lunge towards Fred, trying to catch him off-guard and get your ink back, but it didn’t work. You were almost lying on Fred in an attempt to reach out and grab the bottle that he was now holding up high out of reach.

“Nice try, Y/n, I’m not stupid,”

Well…

“Oi,” Fred said with mock annoyance, tapping the glass bottle against your head with a small ‘clunk’ noise,

“Ouch, Fred!” you giggle, “Give me my ink back!”

“Make me,” Fred says suggestively.

Oooooh. This is the moment you had been waiting for.

You looked at Fred with a slightly raised eyebrow and a small smile growing on your lips. You moved your legs so that they were on either side of his and rested your hands on his shoulders. He gave a nervous and surprised look, before your hands slid up to his jaw, pulling his face towards you, and you started to kiss him deeply.

Completely and utterly caught off-guard, Fred hesitated before kissing you back and resting his hands on your hips, pulling you closer towards him, resting the forgotten little ink bottle on the armrest of the couch.

The two of you made out for a few minutes, before your remembered your ulterior motive. You stopped abruptly, taking the ink bottle in your hand and sliding off his lap, back into your spot.

You winked flirtatiously at Fred, before turning back to your essay. Fred sat there frozen still, his eyes wide and his mouth still slightly open, trying to catch his breath. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, trying to process everything. You smiled to yourself, knowing the effect you had on Freddie.

“Now I really don’t want you writing that essay,” Fred spoke finally, scootching closer to you, wrapping an arm around you.

“And I really don’t want to fail Transfiguration,” you smile cheekily at him,

“Have a quick little break then,”

“It’s getting rather late, Fred,”

“You know you want to,”

“That’s not the point,”

“It’s entirely the point,”

You sigh loudly, giving in and turning to look at Fred, whose eyes locked with yours and were pulling you in,

“Look, Y/n, it’s clear that you’re not getting any more Transfig work done tonight because you’re crazy about me,”

“Get over yourself, Weasley,”

“Admit it then,”

And all you had to say was two words:

“Make me”.

Magical!SVT: Hoshi

Originally posted by 17-gif

lol 420 blaze it. for @dumbbelle my beautiful friend

  • of course, our kwon fire is more inclined towards fire magic
  • he’s from an old family of magicians and they were all elemental so it was always
  • ‘which element will our little soonyoung master??’
  • the kwons got their answer when hoshi almost burnt down the family farm
  • mom ran outside to find her 5 year old son sobbing and cradling the chickens
  • ‘BUT I JUST WANTED COCO TO BE WARM’
  • dad decided to make an ill-timed joke about having chicken for dinner. mom was not amused

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Lion Man

Originally posted by ghisborne

Originally posted by andersjohnson

Summary: You’re about to get married to Fili, but your nerves start kicking in.

Pairings: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 770

Warnings: None

Requested by: Anon

A/n: The request was kind of confusing because they lyrics that I translated were nothing like the one I was provided but I did my best. This is my last Drabble for the weekend because I already wrote like six of them and I need to focus on my series. Also writing this, I did some research and I realized that I severely fucked up in Little Brat because it’s Hobbits that have their coming of age at 33, not dwarves, but I can’t fix it now because I’m already too far in and we’re going to pretend that I’m right. Lol bye.

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Touchy— Sirius Black Imagine (Slytherin Reader).

Okay, so I got this idea because I saw a headcannon of Sirius not knowing personal space and I can totally believe that. I have a friend that’s extremely touchy so yeah, I kinda took his attitude with me and his other female friends to do this (just that I don’t like him at all, lol). Hope you guys enjoy it! :)

Also, I accidentally posted it in the wrong blog, so yeah, now the organization is fucked, I tried to fix it, I swear I tried.

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Since Y/N could remember, she had been great friends with Regulus Black, their families were allies and friends since forever.


When they entered to Hogwarts it was not a surprise that both of them were sorted into Slytherin and it was also not a surprise that Regulus’ brother, Sirius, always being a rebel, was sorted into Gryffindor, she didn’t get along quite well with the older Black.


As years passed by, she found herself to grow a friendship with no one other than James Potter, the guy could be a really nice person once you met him, for that, Sirius and her grew closer as well, but they had a slight problem, Sirius was extremely touchy with his female friends and Y/N was no exception, although she didn’t like to be touched that much, she learned to accept it. Her friendship with Regulus was as strong as always, but he didn’t like that she was friends with his brother, so he didn’t spend time with her when she was with his brother’s friend group.


She was now reading by the lake, hanging out with Remus and Lily (that she finally had accepted to date James), they were all doing their homework and sometimes chatting quietly when their peace was interrupted by James, Sirius and a quiet Peter following them.


;“Guys! You should’ve seen that Slytherin’s face, it was priceless!” James laughed as he remembered the prank he had just done.


“Uhm, Slytherin here” she said annoyed, they always did that.


;“Yes babe, but he was a bad Slytherin, not a good Slytherin like you” Sirius said as he put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.


;“First of all, don’t call me babe, second of all, what defines who’s bad and good? I bet you didn’t even give the guy a chance” she said as she turned to her book again, Sirius took her chin and turned her to look at him.


;“First of all, I’ll call you babe if I want, I do that with all my female friends (and James), you know that. Second of all, I know you’re good because well, you’re you, and I know he’s bad because he was bullying a first year Hufflepuff girl” he said and she nodded a little less mad.


“Fine, you win” Sirius smiled and gave James a high five, letting her chin go.


;Later that afternoon, she and Sirius were the only persons there, Lily and James went to make out, Remus went to take a nap and Peter followed him… that dude only followed the other three.


;Y/N was still reading and Sirius grew impatient as he was bored, he placed his head on her lap and looked at her read.&


“Hey… Y/N…” she hummed in response “Stroke my hair, pleeeeaase” she looked at him with an eyebrow raised until she sighed at his puppy eyes.


;“Fine” she started to stroke his hair and Sirius smiled widely, closing his eyes.


“Thanks babe.”


;“Don’t. Call. Me. Babe” she repeated.


"Oh, come on, I already told you I call everyone babe, no need to be mad” she stood up angrily letting his head fall to the ground “Ouch, that hurt! Why are you so mad? Dammit Y/N! It’s just a stupid word!” He huffed while looking at her angrily.


"Ugh, dammit Black, you just- you just don’t get it!” She yelled at him and started to walk away, she wasn’t going to fall, she wasn’t going to tell.


"Of course I won’t understand if you don’t fucking explain me Y/N” he answered standing up.


;“I hate it! I hate that you call everyone babe, I hate that you are touchy with every female in Hogwarts, I hate that you’re so fucking blind that you can’t see, I hate that…” she shut herself up before she said anything else.


;“Why do you hate it so much Y/L/N?” He asked curiously but still annoyed. That’s when she exploded.


“You wanna know why?! Fine! I’ll tell you, I hate all those things because I want you to only do those thing with me, I want you to be touchy only with me, I want you to call no else but me babe, that’s why, that’s why I hate it so much” she answered and when she realized her own words she turned away “I have to go” she ran away as fast as she could to her dorm.


"Y/N! Wait!” She heard Sirius called but she didn’t stopped until she was in the safety of her dorm. She sat in her bed and buried her face in her pillow.


;“Ugh, stupid, stupid, stupid…” she kept calling herself. Truth is, she had a crush on Sirius since her fourth year at Hogwarts but she was too afraid to tell, she had been good at keeping it to herself until then, why had she talked? Why had she talked? Now things with Sirius would never be the same.


;A few hours later she finally got the courage to go out of her common room, when she did, she was surprised to find Sirius there, waiting.


;“Finally, you went out” he said and without another word, he pulled her towards him and kissed her. She stood there in shock, eyes wide open, until she finally gave in the kiss, they stopped after a while “Now is it clear that I like you back? Don’t worry babe, I promise that from now on, you’ll be the only one I call babe” Y/N chuckled.


"You better not be lying, Black” she smiled and kissed him again, bursting out her feeling wasn’t a bad idea after all.

I Told You So - Auston Matthews Imagine

Could you do an Auston one where you guys have been dating for a while and he introduces you to the team?

So I actually hate this one tbh. I think it be my worst imagine on here so please don’t hate me lmao. Even thought I hate it, you might like it ??? Anyway, I pray someone likes it lol. Thanks for reading! -Accius

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Ex-Pilot Pt. 1

A/N: I wasn’t requested to do this, I just thought I’d spread some Cassian love lol (also sorry i went on hiatus :c)

Warnings: Mentions of death

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Originally posted by krasnaya-ledi

He hated it. He hated every grueling second he spent walking up to the hangar to meet the popular, snarky mechanic. Mon Mothma had assigned you to him as a partner, and she knew, oh she knew how he hated working with someone other than K-2. She had explained to him how you had been one of the best pilots in the resistance, if not the best pilot in the resistance. Then, after one particularly unsuccesful recon mission, you spent less time in the cockpit of the U-wings and more time under them. It wasn’t that you had lost interest in flying, hell, the only reason you stayed in the resistance was to be able to fly the ships. It was rather a personal choice, something that happened during that mission that caused you to never want to see the inside of one again.

Rounding the bend, the massive expanse of the hangar became visible to Cassian. Searching for you was easy for him, you were always surrounded by a group of pilots and mechanics who were always trying to get you to fix something. This was never a problem for you, as you enjoyed all of the attention, but after a while it got a little annoying. You were trying to push your way through the swarm of needy people until you spotted him.
 
Holding your breath, you observed his features. Tall, muscular, handsome face, and heading straight towards you. You quickly averted your gaze to one of the U-wings after you realized you had been staring. Pushing aside a rather annoying mechanic, you headed over to your next client- a torn-up, beat-up cargo freight that had definitely seen better days. You had just grabbed a few tools and were about to start work until you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Swivelling on your heel, you came face-to-face with the mystery man, who you recognized as none other than Captain Andor. Quirking your brow, you placed a hand on your hip as if questioning if you were supposed to salute him.

“I don’t usually get many visitors,” you said, sarcastically. “What brings you here, Captain?”

“I understand you don’t know why I’m here.” Cassian started. “Mon Mothma sent me to collect you. You’re my new.. partner.

“Let me guess, she expects me to fix every little papercut that happens to appear on your ship?”  

“Remember who you’re speaking to,” He warned as you backed away, hands raised defensively.

“So, what do you need me for?“ 

“I have some information regarding your past in the Resistance. It seems as if Mon Mothma thinks you would be an excellent co-pilot for my ship.” Your cocky smile instantly disappeared from your face.

“Go find someone else. I’m not helping you.”

“I had a feeling you’d say that.” He started, stepping closer to you. "Walk away from this and you get to spend your days in the Resistance as a cleanup lady. Mothma’s orders.“

You could feel anger bubbling up inside of you as he said those words. You were never going to fly a ship again, not after what happened during that recon mission. Mon Mothma knew that you never wanted to set foot inside of a cockpit again, so why would she make you do it with this asshole? Numerous questions flooded your mind as you failed to realize Cassian patiently waiting for an answer. You were brought out of your thoughts by Cassian letting out a sigh. Glowering up at him, you swallowed the numerous insults threatening to burst out of your mouth.

“Whatever you say, Captain.

Giving you a triumphant smirk, he turned on his heel and left. Huffing as you turned back to the ship, you noticed that your toolbox was nowhere to be found. You soon realized that you had forgotten where you placed it and frantically began to search for it until you were interrupted.
 
"Excuse me, ma'am,” you turned to see an impatient looking mechanic.

“What do you want?”

“Captain Andor requested that I inform you takeoff is in 10 minutes.”

Sighing, you stopped looking for your toolbox and brushed past the mechanic. Maybe, just maybe you should show up just a few minutes late to show your appreciation for the captain. You caught a glance of a certain impatient looking captain as you jogged to your quarters to stuff a duffel bag full of some clothes. 

Oh well. He would just have to wait.

What I Love and Hate about the 16 Types

Sick idea of doing “Love” and “Hate” for each type, CREDIT to entj-girl! :)

ENTJ Love: SUCH EFFICIENCY, MUCH SELF-CONFIDENCE

ENTJ Hate: Remind me of human bulldozers (not always a bad thing…)

INTJ Love: Um obviously we’re the best. Like c’mon. Dignified, intelligent, strategically gifted, the works. The perfect package. *flips hair*

INTJ Hate: We are such assholes. Lol. And sometimes I wish I could stop myself from overthinking the absolute SHIT out of everything. Especially when it comes to dating.

ENTP Love: SO fun, SO energetic, SO many amazing ideas and exciting things happening! Your brain must be like a kaleidoscope. Amazing.

ENTP Hate: STOP FUUKKING DEBATING EVERY SINGLE WORD OR NOISE OR DROP OF SALIVA THAT COMES OUT OF MY MOUTH. PLEASE.

INTP Love: I can bring up, like, anything, and you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about and have already done an in-depth research report about it last week.

INTP Hate: At least try to make the handwriting semi-legible, if only so I can read your glorious work without you having to translate it for me.

ENFJ Love: You guys are amazing. You’re like the gooey stuff in a cinnamon roll; you’re ridiculously sweet and just want to hold everyone together.

ENFJ Hate: Sometimes your energy overwhelms me a bit. You might want to tone it down a notch if you see me leaning backward and blinking really fast.

INFJ Love: Mystical unicorns. Every one of you. I want more.

INFJ Hate: WHERE DO YOU HIDE??? WHERE CAN I FIND MORE???

ENFP Love: Where do I even start? You guys are amazing. You can fall in love with literally anything from pet rocks to that cashier at the supermarket who smiled at you once like five months ago, and that’s pretty inspiring.

ENFP Hate: Two things. 1. Please try not to overwhelm both yourself and me with your own emotions. Please. 2. COMMIT TO A HUMAN BEING, I feel like all the ENFPs I know love flirting too much to ever stop and I wish this could change because you’re breaking INTJs’ hearts on the daily.

INFP Love: If the world was completely made up of INFPs, I truly believe the only issue the planet would EVER have would be running out of journals to write down feelings in.

INFP Hate: You guys are far too good to let people misuse your kindness, compassion, etc. Please try to set some boundaries so you don’t get shit on by lesser beings.

ESTJ Love: Such amazing dedication. I admire your stubborn-ness–when it’s applied in the right way.

ESTJ Hate: You could oh I don’t know maybe taKE SOME SUGGESTIONS FROM OTHER PEOPLE SOMETIMES???? (This is really just me being frustrated with being shut down in class by these 2 ESTJs who think they know everything)

ISTJ Love: Surprisingly super funny when they get into goofy moods. Strong-minded.

ISTJ Hate: Break some rules once in a while. Don’t make your bed. Stay up past 9 PM. Go wild.

ESTP Love: If I was forced leave my house and go do a social activity, I would pick you crazy f*ckers. I have never met an ESTP who has backed down from a dare. Number one type to pick for doing wack-ass shit that is probably illegal and/or deadly.

ESTP Hate: Stop. Trying. To. Impress. Everyone. All the time. It’s exhausting. Also: you should really try to weigh Risk vs Benefit more often. This ESTP right here, vroom-vroom-mothafucka, attempted to leap off of a two story balcony last summer…. to go meet up with some hot motocross boy racers… at midnight… and would have done it if I hadn’t locked her inside.

ISTP Love: It’s like God gifted you with the ability to fix all sorts of shit.

ISTP Hate: Sometimes I feel like I need to inject you with adrenaline or sugar or something to get a little more, ah yes, pizazz out of you guys. Yeah, that’s what I want, an ISTP on crack. Perfect.

ESFJ Love: I truly admire the way you seem to remember the birthday of every single person on the Earth AND find the time to make fully decorated, professional bakery level cupcakes for them.

ESFJ Hate: Don’t worry so much about social status. If some basic bitch didn’t like the afore mentioned cupcakes, don’t lose sleep.

ISFJ Love: You guys seem to usually be that one friend in the squad that is sort of everyone’s mom. Responsible and gentle.

ISFJ Hate: Stop taking everything so personally. It’s totally hypocritical for an INTJ to tell you this, but I’m gonna tell you anyway: loosen up a little.

ESFP Love: Like a human form of a golden retriever. Super fun and always everywhere at once, most likely dancing and singing and wearing the newest, cutest fashion trends.

ESFP Hate: Literally calm the f**ck down sometimes.

ISFP Love: Is EVERY single one of you a gifted artist? You guys are so damn creative it’s actually irritating. Stop that.

ISFP Hate: Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll stress you out if I sneeze too loud…

Moonlit [Lafayette x Reader]

Pairing: Lafayette/Reader

Genre: Smut 

Words: 4.8 k

Synopsis: You’ve been working at summer camp, Camp Rochambeau, as a counsellor for a while with your closest friends and boyfriend. One night, you and Laf can’t keep your hands off each other… so you’ll have to find a way to sneak something in in the dark of his bunk.  

Warnings: Daddy kink, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk… I think that’s it, lol. Enjoy the sin! 

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Since we’re at the end and I’ve never really been a part of a fandom before I wanted to take a moment because I have too many feelings.

Shoutout to each and every one of my followers first and foremost. Thank you all for taking an interest in my blog; I never dreamed I’d have so many of you :) 

I tried to say a little something for everyone I tagged but for those of you I didn’t, just fill it in that your blog is awesome, you’re awesome, and people should follow you.

A-F

@anationofthieves  ​I know you’re not active rn but I loved all your posts and your gorgeous gifsets   that I’ll probably never be able to do haha 

@candlewindsI live to read your anon replies and your tags and your gifsets

@captain-flintThe very first Sails blog I followed and the Queen of Gifsets. <3 

@crucifythenburn​ (Trinity) I heart your shining personality on tumblr and your incredible Silverflint fic I Will Try To Fix You which everyone and their mother’s sister should be reading

@char7​ (Charley) <3  A gal after my own heart. I swear our brains are wired together; I agree with most everything she says about Sails and politics RPJ and everything else we’ve ever chatted about. And your sense of humor is fantastic

@dimplesflint​ (Mer) We are relatively new mutuals but I’ve followed you since your pianka days. Your Flint gifsets are positively scrumptous and thank you so much for commenting on a couple of my fics on AO3!! It meant a lot.

@ellelan(Elle) BS CATS FOREVER! You inspired me to make the Flint/Ginger Cat post, the first of several. So much fun. You’re such a great personality and the fandom wouldn’t be the same without your beautiful edits and words of wisdom (and your naughty thoughts for fics >:)  

@flinthamiltonStill one of the best Sails blogs and will always be near and dear to my shipper heart. Your gifsets and metas about James and Thomas are just amazing. You are sweet and kind in conversations and you even bother to reblog my things   

@flintsredhair​ (Meg) MEG!! I heart Meg. She is a superbly talented Flinthamilton writer and my favorite Flinthamilton writer. I feel like I can chat with her about all things James/Thomas. I don’t know how you keep pumping out so many great stories but keep it up!

@flintstruestlove Another recent mutual but since you jumped in here with nothing but a passion for James/Thomas AND  you make gifsets of seasons and things I haven’t seen forever, of course you make the list :)

@fmwisWe’ve never spoken I don’t think but you have faithfully reblogged literally every single Flint-related edit I’ve ever done?!?! Thank you!

G-L

@jadedbirch I think we’ve circled each other forever on here before we became mutuals lol. You are by far one of my fave personalities on here; you’re very easy going and I love that. And don’t forget whose idea the whole porn police thing was! ;)

@jamesemcgraw

@igotlover

@krimsnkramsart I love your style and somehow you come up with the sweetest James pairing drawings <3

@koryuoftheriverflow

@lady-eleanor-vane <3 You are so super sweet and a friendly person no matter what! Thanks for taking an interest in me and my blog 

M-S

@Maria (musemm)What can I say? You and shinmaya were so welcoming to me when I was a noob on here and gave me exposure. We both shared our love of Billy/Flint, and even though that hasn’t worked out, we’ve had many, many conversations about all kinds of things and I heart you; you’ve inspired my writing so much you don’t even know. *gives you a big fat wet kiss*

@magess

@mirandaabarlow The first person I’ve chatted with about Anne Rice on here. :) And oc your Sails gifs are Pretties I love to reblog

@mynameisjohnsilver 

@ohflintYour silverflint edits are absolutely stunning and full of heart at the same time  

@oftheranger

@old-long-john EEE I love your Silverflint fics!!!

@queenevangeline

@primal–scream​ (Lisa) I love your fics too and our funny ramblings on tumbles

@prouvaireafterdark

@rufferto9

@sagestreetEEEE SAGE! I must gush over your Black Sails painting/analysis posts; the fandom wouldn’t be the same without them!!! Also we’ve shared several convos about all kinds of things, serious and not so serious and I’m so glad to have met you here. Thanks again for those movie recs!

@shavingmysealegs<3 Another lovely blog ran by a lovely person ;)

T-Z

@themissingmask Your artwork always makes me smile even on the worst days and is so very inspirational for writing fics     

@thewalruscaptain (Rachel) Along with Lisa, our funny ramblings on tumbles and also every so often you make fantastic pretties

@theoexplores 

@thomashamilton  

@taseger  

@vowel-in-thug (Gemma) Your Silverflint fics are amazing!!! I always feel guilty because I can never read more than I write, but I read lots of yours even when I don’t comment <3

@zombievonmorgenWe haven’t chatted in a while but I’ve been loving every single Witcher post you’ve reblogged, and all those art posts very much. Your James Flint drawings are some of my favorite

…I’ll just be over here sobbing quietly now.