i could care less if you leave

anonymous asked:

I have a pretty important question. What do I do with my pacman frog on vacation? When you leave, do you board your frogs or do you have someone take care of them, like a neighbor? I have a month long trip to Colorado in a couple months and I worry for him, and I want him to have the best care possible while I'm gone.

If you’re leaving them alone for longer than a week then I’d definitely recommend asking a friend to drop by and check on your frog. Thankfully frogs don’t require much maintenance, so you could clean the tank the night before, leave once-a-week feeding instructions and ask the frog-sitter to mist their tank every other day.

I don’t usually leave my frogs for longer than a week, when its a week or less I’ll just clean the tank, feed them a large meal beforehand and give them a large water dish/extra misting to tide them over [though my area has high humidity so their substrate doesn’t dry out quickly at all] When I get home they’re hungry but fine! I also have their lights on a timer so their day/night schedule never changes even when I’m gone.

Study Hard {Sirius Black x Reader *SMUT*}

I think this is the third time I posted this. It keeps on getting deleted for some reason so i’m sorry if it’s popping in and out of your dashboard. 

Sincerely,

Nat Meg.

Request: Can you make a young Sirius x reader smut? Like he wants some attention and that’s what he gets

WARNING: sexual themes, rough

@iwillpoundyoumikey @all-the-hp-love


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Time had passed by quite fast and (Y/n) have been unaware of this. She had been studying for hours upon hours, her mind completely immersed in every lesson and chapter. She was normally not this studious and would rather read other books, preferably something intriguing and not the names of every plant that could heal a doxy’s bite if it weren’t for her N.E.W.T.S.


(Y/n) took a deep breath and was about to flip to the next page when she heard loud voices coming from the doorway.

“Got it from a muggle store! I told them I wanted one of those black dragonskin jackets and no questions asked and voila, they gave it to me!” Sirius bragged loudly to his housemates who were all awed. He straightened his brand new leather jacket and ran his fingers through his hair, making the ladies squeal, but he had one girl in mind.

He approached you from behind the couch where you sat, resting his chin on your shoulder before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hello, love. Haven’t seen you all day,” he smiled, “What’re you reading?”

“Healing herbs,” (Y/n) replied.

Sirius immediately picked up the humorless tone in your voice and so he brushed the back of his fingers on your cheek, gently turning your face to meet his eyes.

“But you’ve been studying all the day. I missed you.” He tucked your hair affectionately behind your ear.

“I know, sweetheart. I just need to study for the exams.”

Sirius tilted his head, something that made your heart melt and swell.

“Maybe you should read someplace else, mm? So you could um…concentrate better?” His voice lowered, thick with lust but (Y/n) did not notice.

The common room was now full of other students, loudly chattering, so it was no longer a quiet place to study. Maybe Sirius has a point. Oblivious to his intentions, (Y/n) smiled and nodded.

A different scenery might just help a lot and to be with Sirius would certainly help her study better since he was great in almost every class. She closed her book while Sirius followed her from behind, eyeing her short skirt as she climbs up the stairs to their dormitory.

He closed the door gently, locking it with a spell. (Y/n) sat down on one of the beds and opened her book to where she left off but Sirius had a different idea in mind.

He transformed himself into his animagus form, a large black dog with his neck tie as a red collar, before walking up to the bed where you sat. He sniffed your socks and began to tickle your toes with his nose.

“Sirius! Tsk, no!” You pulled away, tucking your legs to your chest. “I’m not in the mood.”

The dog whined and hopped onto the bed, continuously sniffing you and licking your hands but seeing as you were definitely not giving up easily, he took the book from you and dashed under the bed.

“Sirius! Get back here! I am not playing games!”

This only made him happier so he wagged his tail and ran around the room while you chased him. It went for a few minutes with you casting spells and charms to make him stop but he was quicker. After a few hexes, however, you managed to knock him out. He slowly transformed back into his human form, his back against the wall with your book between his teeth.

You took it from him and he smirked once more, “Still gonna study, love?”

With a shake of your head, you replied to him and gave a sigh, “I believe not. I won’t be able to pay attention anymore.”

“Then have it on me.”

He kissed you deeply and pulled you against his chest, his hands on your waist. You kissed him back with the equal amount of adoration and pure lust, tasting him, feeling him. His tongue began to lick your lips and even felt brave enough to slide inside your mouth, coaxing your tongue to come out and play. You moaned softly against his hardening length before whispering close to his ear.

“Was this your plan all along? To distract me?” You teased, “ Because if it is…”

You wrapped your hand around his neck tie, pulling him close before licking a long stripe from his jaw to the shell of his ear.

“You’ve been a very bad dog.”

Sirius was beyond aroused. His cock stiffened and he could not contain it any longer. He needed attention and you were going to give it to him whether you liked it or not. He did not need anymore teasing. He wanted the main event, the highlight, the damn fucking main dish.

He swiftly removed his jacket and shirt, revealing his toned chest before ripping away your blouse, leaving it as a torn piece of fabric lying on the floor. You immediately jumped and he caught you by the thighs, continuing his hot kisses on your throat. He nipped your skin softly, leaving you moaning and grinding against his hard on.

“Mm, I feel you, love. So sweet.”

He skillfully unhooked your bra and had you pressed against the wall, his mouth now trailing down from your collarbone to the top of your breasts. He began to suck on your skin, marking you as his own, leaving hickeys behind. They would surely stay for days just like last time but at this point, you were sure that everybody knows who they belong to. He gave you a quick peck and moved to your nipples, sucking it into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue while his other hand groped your other breast, making you moan louder.

“A-Ah, Sirius…T-That feels…good,”

“Come on, sweetheart. Onto the bed,“

He commanded. You headed towards the nearest bed and laid down, sprawled out on the sheets with heaving breaths. Sirius crawled on top of you slowly like a hungry predator approaching its prey, his eyes staring back at you. It sent shivers down your spine to see him so primal and wild but it also excited you as you have never seen him like this before. He hovered above you and tugged your skirt down, removing it completely. His eyes landed on your panties and the wet spot that had now formed on the cloth.

“Is that for me, darling?”

“Yes, Sirius.”

“Mm, love it when you say my name,” He knelt down between your legs and spread them apart. “I would love it more if you screamed it.”

He quickly removed your panties and dove into your womanhood, tasting the juices that trickled down. Your hand automatically went to his hair, grabbing a fistful. His fingers moved to your opening, his thumb pressing into your clit in such a way that made you writhe beneath his merciless tongue and fingers.

“Oh, Sirius! Mm…”

He licked up and down slowly, making sure you enjoy every second he dragged his tongue across your folds. You were already soaking by the time he stuck two of his fingers inside you, you gripping the sheets hard. He kept his pace quick and fast, allowing them to slide in and out of you easily until you were nearing your climax. That’s when he had to stop and kiss your lips to taste you once more.

“Please don’t tease me anymore. I want you so bad.”

You did not need to say it again. Sirius removed his pants and boxers and pumped his thick cock in front of you. You couldn’t help but admire the way he bit his lip as he pleasured himself before slicking your folds with his pre-cum. He gently pushed in, savoring every inch that entered your tight cavern, moaning so quietly until he bottomed out. He pulled all the way and thrusted back once more, creating a slow rhythm that had you wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Ugh, so tight, m’ dear! Feels so fucking good. And it’s all for me.”


He growled. He rested his elbows on the mattress and started increasing his speed. He thrusted hard and fast, driven to feel the need to you make come. You were his princess, his queen, and his goddess and deserved nothing but the best. The bed began to squeak and scratch the floor, no doubt leaving behind marks. He was slamming himself inside you and could not care less of the damage the two of you caused in the room. You were entrapped in this moment of intense pleasure and passion the man you loved.


After a few more minutes, Sirius pulled out and carried you to the top of the bed where you were close to the wall.

“Come on, baby. I want you on your hands and knees,”

You sat up and positioned yourself before him, your arse in front of him.


“So nice for me, love. That’s a good girl.”


He slid back inside you and continued thrusting, his pace quicker than ever. He soon began to hit your g-spot and it was at this moment, you were already moaning and screaming. Your insides were clenching onto him tight as you were pushed near your climax.


“Ahh! S-Sirius! Oh my God,” you screamed, “A-Ah! I’m so close!”

“Oh, love. Yes! Do it for me, baby. Come for me. Doing so well!”

He gave your arse a loud smack before draining thick spurts of his cum inside you while you released as well. It was the best climax you’ve ever had and even though you were not his first, Sirius admitted that no one had ever made him cum that much. He panted heavily as though he ran for miles before pulling out and lying beside you.

“That was…amazing,” He smiled, pulling a blanket and covering the two of you.

“Mm, I enjoyed it.” You replied, giggling. You scooted close to him and rested your head on his chest, your fingers tracing circles on his skin. He yawned wide and kissed your forehead softly.

“I promise you we’ll study tomorrow. No more distractions.”

The two of you soon fell fast asleep, all safe and sound.



“Blimey, Padfoot, you could’ve at least had the decency to clean up. All your clothes are on my bed,” James scolded.

“And my lamp’s broken! Even the drawers are a mess!”  Peter complained.

“Trust me, boys, both of you have the least damage,” Remus sighed and wiped his face with his hand frustratedly. “At least you don’t have scratches on your walls and floors.”

“What can I say? We study hard,” Sirius replied with a grin.

Babygirl Troubles

Originally posted by mvssmedia

                         “Sweetheart,                                                                                                                                                                   you know what I like to be called.”

Featuring: Jungkook (bts)
Genre: Smut (rough, daddy kink)
Word Count: 1,566


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Haircut

Summary: Bucky finally cuts his hair after many decades but the only problem is that you don’t like it and end up throwing a funeral for his hair. 

Word Count: 1,225

A/N: This was supposed to be a short drabble but of course I made this a little longer than I anticipated it to be, but fuck it!

Originally posted by thesoldierchildren

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Runaway : Jason Blossom Pt. 1

Part Two  Part Three (Coming Soon)

request: Omg I just read your jughead imagine and it haves me thinking, can you do a one shot thing of Jason Blossom not really being dead and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom in the middle of the night or something too explain to her why he faked his death (you can make up the reason because I’m not that clever) but yeah it’s just really sad and full of fluff idk I’m weird.

requested by: anonymous

A/N: For the sake of this imagine, Polly was a one time thing for Jason and that’s why Polly was so upset, because she wanted more. Also, shoutout to @yourstrulysquid for finding this gif for me. You are a lifesaver!! This imagine went in a totally crazy direction, that could lead to a part two?!? maybe? also it’s more sad than fluffy, BUT if people do want a second part, best believe it will be fluffy as hell. love ya, xx aubree

warnings: running away, angst.

word count: 1,071

(gif not mine) gif credit: x

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myg when you’re on your period

- not taking any of your period moody shit like he never takes anyone’s shit every other day of the month “yoongi you fucking–” “did i leave my socks on the floor again” “yes you–” “i’ll put them in the basket right now” “oh okay” 

- pays a little more attention to you even though he acts as though he could care less about your period pains “yoongi i’m hurting” “you’re such a baby” “it huuurts” “sit here” then him doing half-assed hand massages to ease your stomach cramps

- being more affectionate than he normally is because he knows you’re more sensitive during that week and you need more coddling

- always asking his mom for help when you’re not feeling well and he doesn’t know to do “mom she’s pretty pale and she says her head hurts” “i’ll send soup over” “thanks mom”

@crystaldemonhunter: Maybe draw qrow in A2 because it would be funny and I love how you drew qrow

Anon’s Said: Raven in A2 because I can just see her in that & Raven in A2?

Anyone else want the Branwen’s to…flip them the bird? -high fives herself like a loser-


Not drawing Qrow in a crop top (rightnowatleast). Raven, though? Yes. Will always be willing to show off badass, buff, bird mom. The Branwen twins are both lean and muscular, abs and all, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

I’d imagine this is the kind of behavior they both can join in on together. Telling other people off in unison while throwing massive shade in the willing victim’s direction. 

Random Person: The Branwen’s flipped me off today. It was magical.

Dream Lover

Request: “Morning can I please request a reader and newt smut. Where they are best friends and somehow they have to cuddle to keep warm (spells aren’t working for some reason or another). And throughout the night newt must be having a really good dream cause he keeps grinding up against her. Possibly morning wood comes into play? Work your magic oh great one! Love your work!”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1288

Warning: Smut

Originally posted by lovershub

Another day documenting creatures was over, meaning another night spent in a stingy wizard hostel ensued. You pulled your collar up to your chin, the chill settling into your bones as you trudged your belongings towards the only available room left. You turned back to Newt, shooting him a sceptical look as you reached the designated door. You opened it up to see a tiny room, with only one single bed. You let out an agitated sigh; another night fighting for the blanket. You had no problem with sleeping next to the wizard, but the problem was that in his sleep he was very restless, always pulling the blanket off you. And since the owners had said there was a frost troll staying in their basement which they wanted to accommodate well (since they were afraid it would eat them if they didn’t meet its requests), you knew the permanent freezing temperature would only get worse if you had no blanket.

Newt looked at you sympathetically, sitting beside you on the bed. He reached out to push your sleeve up, checking the nasty scratch you had gotten from the newly hatched Swedish Short-Snout Dragon you had rescued today.

“I told you Scandinavian beasts aren’t a lot of fun to deal with.” He reminded quietly. You shot him a look, pulling down your sleeve.

“Stop babying me. I can handle it.” You grumbled, pulling your shoes off and throwing them onto the little floor space that was available.

“I know, I’m just…” His eyes held yours for a couple seconds, his gaze flicking from them to your lips. “I get worried about you.” He completed with a shrug.

You smiled sweetly, pinching his cheeks as he let out a soft giggle. “Such a sweetheart, always looking after me.” You teased. You couldn’t help but marvel at the way his pale face grew so adorably pink in the cold, his freckles poking out on his nose and cheeks, and the top of his lip-. You shook your head a bit, trying to rid your mind of this type of thoughts, the type that people shouldn’t have about their best friends.

You huddled under the covers, and Newt soon followed, trying to be as far apart from you as possible. But on a bed as small as this, and with the blanket so thin, you wordlessly snuggled your back against him. He let out a surprised gasp, but as you looked back at him with an expectant glare he smiled, pushing closer to you.

“For warmth.” You uttered quickly.

“Yes, for warmth.” He repeated, his hand awkwardly resting on your hip.

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Political Animals-Part 4

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Omega! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I didn’t hear a single word of the debate.  Not one damn word.  I hope no one asks me anything about it.  Every time I sneak a glance over at Sam he is looking at me, and he looks pissed.  I know there is nothing aside from my actual death that will get me out of the reception afterwards.  I am so screwed.

Finally the torture ends and we are able to leave.  The reception is being held at a hotel down the street.  A staff member ushered my mother, Cas, Meg and I into a waiting car.

“I think that went really well, Mom.” Cas said.  “What do you think, Y/N?”

“I…..um…..” I stammered.

“She has no idea, because she didn’t pay attention to any of it, did you?” My mother snapped.

“Mom……” Cas said in a warning tone.

I sat up straighter.  “Look, you wanted me here, so I’m here. And your still not happy.”

My mother gave me an appraising glance.  “You could’ve at least pretended to listen.”

“Can we please just try and get along for one night?” Meg said softly, ever the peacemaker.

I didn’t say another word for the rest of the drive.

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Love Divided Ch. 5 (Peter Parker x reader)

Hello, loves! I hope your day is going well. So, I have less than a month of school left, which means that I’ll have more time to write and be more active once I get through finals week. I don’t have a ton of time on my hands right now because I’m prepping for an expo and now my teachers feel like actually assigning work to us, so that’s fun. I just need to pull through these last four weeks and I swear I’ll be back to where I was before. I hope you guys understand.. You’re all amazing and I love you people. xoxo

Description: The brewing conflict between Tony and Steve are finally surfacing, causing everyone to choose a side. The heat within the team is rising, and everyone is beginning to realize what is to come. What happens when your relationship with Peter is divided? Will you choose your love? Or your morals?

Warnings: Really angsty. 

Chapter 4

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You stood there, frozen in your own body. The shock inside of you had your feet glued to the floor as your eyes searched for some sort of answer in his face. What did he just say? 

“I said get out! Leave! You might as well leave now, because you’re leaving anyways, am I right?” He was mocking you, and you could see the heat rising onto his cheeks. 

You clenched your jaw, composing yourself. He was upset, you understood that. But you didn’t expect him to have an outburst like this. “Peter, please understand…” 

“What is there to understand? You’d rather help break up the Avengers than stay with me.” He glared at you from his bed, and the way his eyes pierced yours struck something in your heart. 

“That’s not it! I can’t fight on a side that I don’t believe in!” You walked briskly to the foot of his bed, a fire burning in your eyes. “Does it look like I want to leave? Can’t you see how much this is hurting me? It’s tearing me apart, Peter!” Your sobs were hateful and broken, but you managed to keep speaking. “If this situation didn’t come down to this, you know I’d stay. Peter, I love you and you know that.” 

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what to do if you are feeling gross

so sometimes I’m just sitting around being lazy, watching tv or getting distracted by internet things, or I’ve eaten too much or I’ve just had a super long day. and sometimes I’m even aware of how much of a blob I am being, I’m sure this happens to other people, too. anyways I wanted to share this little list to motivate me/others to stop being a blob:

1. very very first thing. shut off your internet. put all the tv and stuff out of reach. this is really important, but you will feel 100% better afterwards.

3. uncover your windows, let natural light filter in. if you can/want to open them, that’s also fantastic. it really helps lighten your mood, always makes me feel more connected with the rest of the world.

2. put on some music. it’s ok to use your phone/computer for this, but remember to just keep it away from arm’s reach. also, you can use whatever music you’d like, but I suggest something soft, like Frank Sinatra or Beegie Adair or Jack Johnson.

3. take a walk. look at the colors and plants people surround themselves with. pick out houses/buildings you like. look at the sky, listen to what’s going on around you. I don’t generally listen to music for this because I like to feel grounded when I walk, but if you’re more of a song person that’s okay, too. it’s really easy to forget how long it’s been since you’ve had some fresh air.

4. take a bath. if it’s hot out, turn on a fan and cool down the room so you’re all cosy in the water, put in some bubbles and scents. grab a book or magazine. exfoliate, do your nails, put on a face mask. throw yourself a little spa day. when you get out, put on lotion, put on new underwear and soft, comfy clothing.

5. make your favourite cup of tea or coffee, or maybe pour yourself some lemonade or just cold water is fine too.

6. go sit in a common area of your house, like a living room or dining table. if you’re not home alone and don’t want to be bothered, gently voice it to the people around you or go sit somewhere else where you feel comfortable and relaxed. just get out of the same walls, find a change of scenery. you could even leave and go to a café or a park if you’d like.

7. do some writing/doodling. whenever this happens, I always like to use a spare piece of printer paper or something not connected to a notebook so I’m less attached to it and less likely to care about the way it looks. let the pen do its own thing, don’t worry about messing up. if you feel that you’re getting frustrated, step away and do something else.

8. make some lists. this is one of my favourite pastimes. list nice things that you’ve seen recently that you think you’ll forget later on. list little details of your dreams, list things you want to do in your favourite season, list recipes you’d like to try. the possibilities are endless.

9. cook/bake something. important reminders—if you don’t find this relaxing, don’t do it!! find another hobby that you love where you can enjoy doing something productive. also, even if you’re making something fantastic, be sure not to snack too much or overeat (I’m very prone to this). you could also make something for a friend or a neighbour!! people always enjoy a heartfelt craft made by someone who cares.

10. catch up with an old friend or family member. ask them out for coffee or something, it’s always nice to talk. trust me, they will very much appreciate you reaching out.

11. write a letter to someone. you do not have to send it.

12. go to a park and look at the flowers or sit in the grass. grab a sketchbook, some sudoku, a book, a puzzle, your thoughts, or anything else you could tinker with while enjoying the fresh air. something to make your brain work a little.


there’s more, of course, but this is all I can really come up with at the moment—I hope it works! now get off that web and have a good time!!

Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 3 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

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

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

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

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

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

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Originally posted by namjoonsgurl

          “I don’t understand why I have to do what you want me to do when I don’t want to do it.” Jungkook huffed. “We’ve been through this already. I already went to school for business and hated it, but you told me you’d leave me alone if I graduated with that degree. Now you’ve been sticking me here and there to become CEO or something or other.”

           "Son, your mom and I just want you to have a stable and safe job.“

           "Yeah, but it’s not making me happy. Sitting down, staring at papers with a bunch of numbers, talking to people all day about money matters and such…it’s not me. I understand where you and mom are coming from…but I want to be and am a cop.”

           "Last one, Jungkook. Just go to this company, check it out, and try to actually do the work. Please. If it’s really not where you want to be, I’ll accept that, but I want you to try to get hands on experience. It’s different than learning in school, you might enjoy it.“

           Jungkook exhaled. "How is this different than any of the other companies you tried to stick me in?”

           "Well one of the CEOs in this company worked on the merger of our company with theirs, and from the Chairman’s grandson, CEO Min, I’ve heard that that same CEO has a bit of an edge, like you do. I figured you disliked all the upstanding CEOs I’ve had you meet before, so maybe you’d actually get along with this one.“ Jungkook’s father pleaded. "Please, just go meet them. I have a good feeling about this branch.”

           Jungkook shut his eyes, “Alright. But this is the last one. I’m only going to go meet the CEOs and check out the company. If I don’t like them, that’s it.”

           "Fine. But if you like them, please give it a shot. I just don’t want you to miss an opportunity because you misjudged the business world.“

           "You say ‘stable’ job…but look at where our company is.” Jungkook sighed.

           "It’s progress and advancement. A long term investment.“

           "Alright, I’ll give it a shot. But don’t send anyone unnecessary to accompany me. I’ll be there.” Jungkook huffed.


           The next day, however, he groaned as he found that his father had hired someone to take him to the building, regardless of his warning.

           "He never listens to me.“ Jungkook mumbled under his breath as he tightened his tie, and headed out of his apartment.

           When he stepped foot into the company building, he was surprised to find that he had arrived earlier than any of the workers.

           "Huh. Late start? Alright…not bad.” he hummed as he positioned himself inside an empty room that had a good view of the entrance into the office.

           He yawned as he glanced at his watch. He would wait an hour at most then tell his father that he had tried to make this company work, but he didn’t like it. Suddenly though, a familiar voice snapped his eyes up towards the little window of the door.


           "I swear Hoseok. If it’s a dude, they could care less about having a crappy bouquet of flowers!“ Jimin complained.

           "I like flowers!” Hoseok frowned. “The flowers are for me! Leave them alone! What did they do to you?”

           "I’m just saying, don’t be so uptight just cause some hotshot is coming to visit us. We are the Seoul branch, one of the best in the company. Just be natural cause then they might think we’re doing something illegal.“ Jimin explained.

           "The only thing illegal here is you, Jimin.” Hoseok wagged his finger.

           Jimin snorted. “What does that even mean? Am I illegal cause I’m just so damn handsome and attractive? Oh come on, Hoseok. Jealousy is unbecoming.”

           "Why, you little–“

           "Mr. Jung, Mr. Park. Good morning.”

           Jungkook choked on his water as you appeared behind the two.  

           "Y/N! My beautiful little intern!“ Jimin outstretched his arms welcomingly, but you walked around him nonchalantly.

           "Thank you, Mr. Park.”

           Hoseok cackled and stuck his tongue out at Jimin, who was pouting at your rejection of his affection.

           "Did my girlfriend say anything when you picked up coffee from her?“ Jimin jumped next to you and threw an arm around your shoulder. "I made her breakfast this morning!”

           "Nothing out of the usual.“ You shrugged then paused, making Jimin perk up expectantly. "Oh she did say to make sure you behave today. But then again, when do you behave?”

           Jungkook chuckled at your comment and was amused at your natural interaction with the two. To think that you and Red Mask of all people would work at the same company branch, the same branch that was going to be his ticket to freedom from his parents’ constant nagging. He grinned as a brilliant plan formed inside his mind.

           Turning around to his father’s hired assistant, he beckoned him closer, “Come here, I’m going to give you very detailed instructions for my grand entrance.”


           And so, Jungkook found himself beaming happily at yours and Jimin’s stunned expressions as he stood before you two.

           "The name’s Jeon Jungkook– the Jeon & Jeon’s son company heir. I’m looking forward to working with you all.“

           "You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jimin laughed. “Jungkook?! What?”

           Jungkook giggled. “Hyung!”

           "Jungkook!“ Jimin lunged at the younger man warmly.

           You, Hoseok, and Silver glanced at each other in confusion.

           "Oh, I know Jungkook from my other job.” Jimin winked at Hoseok, and that vague comment seemed to have turned a light bulb on in Hoseok and Silver’s minds because they both went, “Oh. Ohhhhh!”.

           All the while you remained puzzled at this mysterious connection that Jungkook, the cop, had to one of your bosses.

           "Okay, how about we step into our office and we can discuss your position and such?“ Jimin gestured towards the office door. "Y/N, come too.”

           Jungkook smiled shyly and bowed towards you. “Hello.”

           "If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were following me.“ You chuckled.

           Jungkook blushed. "Wh-what…”

           You raised an eyebrow at his change of personality again. “I hope the 2 gallons of milk you carried home were sufficient for you.”

           "Oh.“ he laughed nervously. "Y-yeah. It was good.”

           You chuckled then spotted Jimin eye-ing the two of you with a creepy grin on his face.

           "Mr. Park, stop being creepy.“ You rolled your eyes and opened his office door.

           Jimin laughed. "Sorry, I just didn’t know you two knew each other.”

           "And I, you.“ You shrugged as you sat on top of Jimin’s desk whimsically.

           "How do you know each other?” Jimin urged. “Is he that one you’re –”

           "He’s the cop that told me I didn’t have any appeal.“ You answered bluntly.

           Jungkook choked on his own saliva at the comment, while Jimin and Hoseok’s eyes widened.

           "Him??” Jimin pointed then glanced at Jungkook. “He said WHAT?”          

           Jungkook looked away from Jimin sheepishly.

           After staring at Jungkook curiously for a few seconds, Jimin chuckled. “Alright then, I believe official introductions are in order. I’m CEO Park Jimin of the Seoul branch.”

           "I’m CEO Jung Hoseok.“ Hoseok smiled in his chair, while Jimin leaned against Hoseok’s table.

           "I’m their intern, Y/N.” You waved coolly from Jimin’s desk on the other side.

           Jungkook bowed and handed Jimin a folder. “I’m Jeon Jungkook. Please take care of me.”

           "That goes to Y/N.“ Jimin pointed playfully.

           You rolled your eyes. "No it doesn’t, Mr. Park.”

           Jungkook stood awkwardly in the middle, unsure of whom to give the folder to.

           Hoseok sighed and outstretched his hand. “Sorry about that. I’m the more level headed one around here. I’ll take a look at your papers.”

           "Except when he’s hungry. He’s like the Hulk.“ Jimin whispered.

           Jungkook giggled.

           "Well you had decent grades in business school and graduated with a degree from a great university. Plus you’re the heir of a pretty well-known brand name company. I don’t see how we can turn you down.” Hoseok smiled as he sifted through the papers. “It says here that your father wants you to start at the intern level?”

           "Oh, well you see. When I graduated, I became a cop.“ Jungkook chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. "He wants me to start from the fundamentals and give business a chance.”

           "I heard you gave other companies trouble, punk.“ Jimin cackled.

           "Well you know I’m a bit hard to tame.” Jungkook bantered.

           "Heyy.“ Jimin grinned and they bumped their fists together happily.

           Hoseok cleared his throat and glared at Jimin. "Well, I’m honored you chose our company to cooperate with.”  

           "As soon as I saw Jimin–uh sorry, Mr. Park– I knew it was a good company.“

           Jimin pushed Jungkook. "Oh stop… Keep complimenting me.”

           You and Hoseok rolled your eyes.

           "Please don’t feed his ego, Jungkook.“ You commented and you saw him flinch a little, as if he had forgotten you were in the room.

           "Anyways, since you’ll be an intern with us from now on, Y/N can show you the cubicle you two will be in. She’ll give you a little orientation and show you how to do some of the tasks she’s in charge of.” Hoseok instructed.

           Jungkook nodded as you hopped off Jimin’s desk.

           "I’ll tidy his cubicle up a bit then. Carry on.“


           As soon as you stepped out of the room, Jungkook visibly relaxed. Jimin caught his diffused tension and his mind began brewing with plots and plans for the two of you. He had found his new source of entertainment in his workplace.

           "Oh!” Jimin clapped his hands and pointed towards Hoseok. “Now that we’re alone, I can officially introduce you. This was my partner in crime back in the day, Black Mask J-Hope.”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened and he gasped. Suddenly, he rushed towards Hoseok and shook his hand fervently.

           "Oh my goodness! You’re one of the Masquerade legends!! The gentleman personas look up to you so much! No one knows about the woman who locked you down though so we’re all curious! I’m so happy to be working under both of you. This is such a dream come true! I’ve always wanted to meet the man who kept on par with Red Mask.“

           Hoseok fought back a smile, but to no avail. He scoffed lightly then ended up grinning widely. "Oh well, you know. He’s the one that had to keep up with me.”

           "No way, you graduated earlier than I did!“ Jimin complained.

           Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door.

           "Yes?” Jimin called out.

           "You done? We have a meeting to go to.“ Silver called out.

           "That’s his girlfriend.” Jimin elbowed Jungkook and winked. “And the only woman to have shared two legends at Masquerade.”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened in awe even more.

           "But sadly, she doesn’t dress as sexily anymore.“ Jimin sighed. "Such a shame.”

           Hoseok smacked him in the back of the head. “That’s my girlfriend. She doesn’t need to dress like that, since she’s beautiful regardless.”

           Jimin gagged at the comment as Hoseok opened the door. Jungkook smiled as he watched Hoseok ruffle Silver’s hair playfully.

           "So you and Y/N, huh?“ Jimin raised his eyebrows suggestively.

           Jungkook turned red and waved his hands. "Oh no no. Definitely not.”

           Jimin smirked. “You know, my young grasshopper, when guys say someone has no appeal that usually means they were so appealing that the guy just doesn’t want to admit it out loud.”

           "She couldn’t act cute or anything! She argued with me about my judgment!“ Jungkook complained. "There’s no way.”

           "Maybe that’s what you’re into.“ Jimin winked. "Rule #7: Do you before you do them.”

           Jungkook blushed and recited softly, “Know your own kinks and how to get yourself off before you try to get off other people.”

           "Good boy.“ Jimin cooed and patted his head. "Now, make a left and you’ll see Y/N at the first cubicle. She’ll teach you a few things.”

           Jimin slapped Jungkook’s butt before exiting the room. “Welcome to the team, Jungkook.”

           Jungkook smiled, “Good to be learning from you again, Mr. Park.”

           Jimin smirked and disappeared.


           You were standing on your wheelie chair, trying to put away old binders at the very top shelf when Jungkook stepped into view. You were bending down with your skirt and spotted him hurriedly turn around.

           You chuckled. “Was that appealing to you, Mr. Jeon?”

           "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ he muttered, averting his eyes upwards.

           You tried to step off the wheelchair, but it was a bit unsteady so you faltered. In no time though, Jungkook was in front of you, lifting you up by your waist with ease so that your feet were no longer touching the chair. You two blinked at each other in surprise. Very slowly, he put you back down on the ground then took three steps away from you.

           "Thanks.” You smiled nonchalantly.

           "No problem.“ Jungkook mumbled.

           "Okay, anyway. We have the largest cubicle in the office because it fits two people back to back. So here’s your space behind me. That’s your desktop. You’re welcome to decorate it with pictures of family, your pets, your girlfriend–”

           "I don’t have a girlfriend.“ Jungkook blurted out.

           You blinked, a bit flustered. "Oh, okay. Well um – well anyway, you can decorate however you want.”

           Jungkook nodded sheepishly.

           You coughed to regain your composure. “Things are pretty lax here. As you probably saw, we trickle in whenever we want as long as we get our work done and get our 40 hours a week. All workers here are split up under Mr. Jung and Mr. Park just for checking in and management purposes. Those under Mr. Park are held on very, very loose reigns so their schedules are flexible and he’s only concerned about the quality of their work and the positive results. Things such as time constraints and a constant schedule isn’t his priority. While those under Mr. Jung’s care usually do have to report to him if they are going to be working less hours a certain day and what they are projected to complete by a certain date. He likes to know things ahead of time so he can set realistic expectations and make sure everything’s running smoothly.”

           Jungkook smiled. “Which are you under?”

           "I’m under both.“ You chuckled. "I think you’ll be the same as well. I typically follow Mr. Jung in the mornings and Mr. Park in the afternoons. I’m not sure what their plans are for you just yet, seeing as how you were a bit…unexpected?”

           Jungkook chuckled. “Yeah, this was unexpected for me too.”

           "Well, I look forward to working with you too.“ You extended your hand out.

           Jungkook stared at it widely. "Um, yeah. You too.”

           He shook your hand lightly.

           "You aren’t going to fracture my hand. You can grip it a bit tighter.“ You laughed.

           "Oh, right.” he laughed nervously and squeezed your hand.

           "Ow!“ You winced and he panicked.

           "I’m sorry!”

           You chuckled. “I’m just kidding.”

           Jungkook exhaled. “You’re really something.”

           You grinned. “I enjoy learning, so people say I’m a walking encyclopedia at times, but since your comment, I’ve been trying to develop some charming points.”

           Jungkook glanced at you amused.

           "Still not working?“ You questioned.

           He scrunched his face playfully and shook his head.

           "Well, life’s a process.” You shrugged. “Let’s go get your ID for now. You need to scan that ID when you’re walking around the building. Don’t lose it, and don’t get caught not wearing it.”

           "By who?“

           "By Mr. Park. He likes to taunt workers who forget their IDs and he doesn’t help them get back in.”

           Jungkook snorted. “I could see that.”

           "Right here.“ You pointed, your arm crossing in front of his body. He froze where he was so your arm didn’t touch him. You looked at him curiously then stepped into the room first. "Good morning! I have a new intern here with me who needs an ID.”

           The woman behind the desk perked up when her eyes landed on Jungkook. She pulled the phone away from her ear. “Well helloooo~ ” Then she rushed. “Hold on honey, I’m going to have to call you back, Adonis just stepped into my office.”

           Jungkook bowed shyly. The woman stood up and grabbed his shoulders aggressively.

           "Wow, muscular, tall, chiseled jaw…damn.“ she whispered. "You single?”

           "He says he has no girlfriend.“ You chimed in.

           Jungkook glared at you and you shrugged, enjoying his visible discomfort.

           "What’s your name, hot stuff?”

           "Jeon Jungkook.“

           "Like this?” The woman turned her desktop screen so he could check her spelling.

           "Yes.“

           "Okay, stand right over there behind the white screen and give me your most charming smile.” she instructed.

           "Um sure…“ Jungkook awkwardly walked over and posed stiffly.

           "Ooo boy, you could be a model or something. Damn, I want to print this on poster paper and hang it up in my office.”

           Jungkook laughed nervously.

           "You like?“ the woman showed him his new ID photo and he nodded.

           "Printing. You lookin’ for a girlfriend, Jungkook?” she questioned.

           "Uh no not at the moment.“ he answered timidly.

           "Well call me if you are. I’m available.” she winked.

           "Oh haha.“ Jungkook smiled wryly and stepped back a little.

           "Here’s your badge.”

           "Thank you.“

           "See ya later!” You waved, highly amused by what you had witnessed.

           "Stop by often, Jungkook!“

           Jungkook bowed and shuffled away, closer to you.

           "Most women here are looking for a little bit of action, so you’ll get a lot of that.” You stated. “Back in the day they pined after Mr. Park, but then his girlfriend came to surprise him one day and they all knew it was game over. But I guess you already know she’s very beautiful. Anyway, seeing as how you’re the first attractive single man we’ve had in awhile, they’ll be attacking you.”

           Jungkook perked up. “You think I’m attractive?”

           You ignored his question, trying not to look flustered by your slip of tongue, and continued walking, pointing out where places were in the building and in the office, until you both were finally back to your cubicle.

           "Well that’s it for the tour. You’ll get lost often, but don’t hesitate to ask me to lead you around.“ You smiled. "Now have a seat and I’ll show you how to log in to the system.”

           Jungkook nodded and sat in his wheelie chair. You hovered over his shoulder, leaning close to him, and he tensed up.

           "Silver, that’s the secretary and Mr. Jung’s girlfriend, already put your name in the system. So when you first come in, type in your username which is 'JeonJ’. Temp password is password1.“ You instructed.

           Jungkook felt himself inching away as much as he could from your proximity. You were too close and he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. You misinterpreted his hesitancy though and moved behind him.

           "Here, let me show you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and started typing on the keyboard.

           He straightened up so that your chest wasn’t touching his back, but your face was still close to his. His heart was racing and he felt himself sweating instantaneously.

           Suddenly, the sound of slow clapping broke you two apart. Curiously, you both turned to find Jimin grinning widely in front of your cubicle.

           "I like what I’m seeing here. Good job making moves first, Y/N.“

           You rolled your eyes. "I’m helping him log in.”

           "Logging in is how everything starts.“ Jimin smirked wittily.

           "Oh dear.” You exhaled and turned to Jungkook. “Was he also like this in your other job?”

           "Yeah.“ Jungkook smiled, feeling refreshed now that you were a good distance from him.

           "Consistency is key.” Jimin chuckled. “Hoseok needs you Y/N, so I’ll take over his training for now.”

           "Sure thing.“ You nodded, grabbing the pile of papers on your desk and making your way to the office.


           When you disappeared, Jimin smacked Jungkook’s arm. "Why do you look like a mannequin with permanently glued terrified eyeballs? Your charisma is working even outside the Club! Rejoice!”

           Jungkook groaned. “I don’t want it to work outside of the Club.”

           Jimin shook his head. “Oh Jungkook. What am I going to do with you?”

           "Just tell me how to do my work, hyung.“ Jungkook sighed grumpily.


           "Hey.” You tapped Jungkook’s shoulders since he had earphones in while he was entering data.

           He flinched and spun around, surprised. “Y-yes?”

           "Lunch time. Want me to show you the cafeteria?“

           "Oh. Yes, please.” Jungkook pulled out his earphones and put his desktop on sleep.

           "Some people go to the rooftop for lunch, but most stay in the canteen. I’ll show you both and you can choose whichever you prefer.“

           "Where do you usually eat?” Jungkook asked.

           "Mmm the rooftop if it’s not occupied.“ You chuckled.

           "Occupied?”

           "Well…you know…people use it to do things in between or during breaks.“ You shrugged.

           Jungkook blushed. "Oh… have you…ever…”

           You glanced at him. “Do you want to?”

           "I didn’t mean us! I didn’t–“

           You chuckled. "I’m joking, Jungkook.”

           "Oh, right.“

           "Guess I still need to work on my humor. Maybe it’s cause I’m girl, it’s less funny.” You mumbled to yourself as you walked ahead.

           Jungkook chuckled as he followed you.


           That weekend, you grinned widely as you found yourself entering the cafe and luckily, there was no line. There was only one tall gentleman in front of you who was amiably conversing with the Receptionist. Probably another one of the regulars.

           "Oh, let me take your order. I didn’t even see you there!“ the Receptionist soon noticed you and beamed.

           The man stepped to the side politely and you came up to the cash register.

           "The usual weekend drink?” she grinned.

           "Yes please.“

           "How are you today, Y/N?”

           "Good.“

           "You’re not working today right?”

           "No, just up and about.“ You smiled.

           "Good. I know you work too much.” The Receptionist chuckled. “Will it be cash or card today?”

           "I’ll pay for her drink.“

           Suddenly, the man who was standing beside you extended his arm and handed the Receptionist her card. Your eyes widened, immediately recognizing the voice. Glancing to your side, you locked eyes with him.

           "Long time, no see, Y/N.”

           "Namjoon.“ You smiled.

           "You two know each other?” The Receptionist took his card and swiped it.

           "Oh wait! No, I can –“ You panicked, but Namjoon placed his hand on top of your head gently.

           "Don’t worry, Y/N. Think of it as a reunion gift.” he chuckled.

           You exhaled and looked up at him. “I can’t believe you’re here! Wait- why’re you here?”

           "I’m traveling around again, but I needed to check on a few things in the area, so I’m staying here for awhile.“

           The Receptionist grinned and handed him his card. "Here you go, Joon.”

           "Thanks.“ Then he turned to you with a warm smile. "If you’re not busy…do you want to grab a seat and catch up?”

           You perked up and nodded eagerly. “Yes, I’d like that.”

           "Great.“ he chuckled then gestured with his head. "Let’s go?”

           You giggled as you watched him lead the way to a free corner, bumping into tables and chairs clumsily on the way there.

           "Still don’t know your body too well, huh?“ You teased as he finally sat down by the window.

           "I’m working on it.” he grinned then leaned his cheek into his palm cutely. “What’re you doing here? I didn’t expect you to turn up here of all places.”

           You giggled. “I’m finishing up school here and I have an internship with a nearby company.”

           "Oh? Where?“

           "Just down the street.” You pointed to your clearly visible building with the company name at the top. “You’ve probably heard of it.”

           Namjoon chuckled, “A bit. I didn’t know they took interns.”

           You shrugged, “Me neither.”

           "Namjoon. Y/N. Order’s up!“

           Namjoon stood up hurriedly, knocking down his chair in the process. You laughed and waved your hand.

           "Please, stay seated for the good of this cafe.” You teased. “I’ll go get our orders.”

           "No, I can’t have a lady get the drinks. They should wait for the man to do it.“

           You smiled warmly, "Since when have I been a lady like that?”

           Namjoon chuckled as you hurried off to grab the drinks. Upon your return, you spotted that his attention had been drawn outside the window. His eyes were glazed over, signaling that he was already deep in thought; a look that you had seen many times before. And so, you quietly placed the drinks down and took a glance outside too, waiting for him to finish his process.

           "Oh sorry! I’m being rude.“ he flustered.

           You smiled and shook your head. "I’m used to it. I used to sit in silence with you all the time, remember?”

           He nodded. “Of course I remember. I enjoyed those moments. Do you still read often?”

           "Not since I started my internship. Unless you count textbooks…which I don’t.“ You hummed. "But I really would like to go back to it, once I adjust really well to my workload.”

           "There’s a really nice little hidden bookstore that I found the other day. I’ll show you it one day.“

           You blushed. "I’d like that. How long will you be in this place for?”

           "Hmm it depends on a few things. Now that I know you’re here too, I might stay a bit longer.“ he grinned.

           You smiled shyly.

           "You’ve definitely grown up, Y/N.”

           You could feel Namjoon’s lingering gaze on you, and you would be lying if your heart didn’t flutter at the feeling that he might be finding you attractive at the moment.

           "Well it’s been a few years since we last saw each other.“

           "That’s true. You’re working now and a university student. Wahhh…” he marveled. “In Seoul no less.”

           "How long exactly can you travel for? Have you been traveling this whole time?“ You chuckled. "Do you even work?”

           Namjoon laughed, “Well when I saw you, that was a spontaneous 2 week of PTO to get away, but now I’m travelling around for longer before I settle into a really big job.”  

            “Congratulations.” You grinned. “Knowing you, I’m sure you’ll be fantastic at it.”

           "You flatter me.“ Namjoon took a sip to hide his smile, but you knew better. You knew his face read that he was grateful and shy about your compliment.

           But what you weren’t sure about, what you were never sure about was how long he would be in front of you. So you decided to seize the moment.

           "Want to come take a look at my apartment?” You questioned nonchalantly. “I can cook dinner for us.”

           His eyes widened, probably not expecting that invitation in the least. “I wouldn’t be intruding?”

           You laughed, “I live by myself. You wouldn’t be.”

           "Anybody you should ask permission to first?“

           "If that’s your way of asking if I have a boyfriend, my answer is that I don’t have one.” You smiled.

           "Good.“ Namjoon genuinely smiled and you found yourself melting at the way he looked so happy to hear that you were single. But you had to pop your own bubble to bring yourself back to reality. This didn’t mean he liked you in any way, shape, or form.

           "You still don’t drive right?” You giggled when he immediately looked sheepish. “For the good of the nation?”

           "Yeah, I still don’t drive…“

           "Good. I brought my car so I’ll drive you around.” You grinned.

           "Oh? You even drive now. Wahhh…you’ve become a grown woman, Y/N. I’m impressed.“

           "I’ve always been a mature woman, Kim Namjoon.” You flirtatiously smirked as you stood up.

           "I’ll be in your care today then Y/N.“ he bowed playfully and followed you out.

           In the car, you let Namjoon chat away while you drove. He put on his music and talked about which ones he liked and which ones he didn’t. He discussed places he had been to since you had last seen each other, and what books he had been reading lately. He also had taken up learning a few languages in his leisure.

           As always, Namjoon was someone you aspired to be. Intelligent, constantly curious, constantly improving and evolving, constantly seeing the world as a bundle of opportunity for learning experiences. Something more than a place to live, to make money, to build relationships.

           No, he didn’t just merely exist in the realm of society, carried off by the crowd. He walked in every possible direction on the sidewalk to figure out why it was that people naturally created two lanes. Why did it have to be veer to your right if you’re walking in one direction? What would happen if someone defied that standard? How would people react?

           He lived. He was the living embodiment of someone who worked hard to live and actually lived.

           While many worked to live, most spent their time pushing living their lives to that concept of "later”. You’ve heard countless people say “I’ll save that money for that trip I want to go to, later.”; “Later in my life, I’ll be more free so that I can use my money how I want to.”, etc. But what many failed to understand is that this “later” they always continued to refer to, wasn’t a destination, it wasn’t even a real time; it is a perpetually elusive concept, because when “later” comes, it isn’t “later” at that point in time, it has already become “the now”, “the present”, and in a blink of an eye, it becomes “the past”. This construct of “later”, it only exists in our mindsets; it is a place holder of a millisecond of time that gives us something to work towards. But if not clearly defined by the constraints of month, date, and year, it disappears into the abyss, never to come to fruition.

           Namjoon seized the moments. If he wanted to go some place to see how the sky looked in that location, he would hop on a train that weekend and go see it. With him, the possibilities of life were endless. The only thing constricting and containing us inside a box is ourselves, our fear of taking risks, our fear of being disappointed. But if we took each hit in stride, taking it as if it was an experience that happened for a reason, then those expectations and fears would dissipate. If you expect to learn and experience things each morning, no matter what shape or form they took, you would never feel disappointed in your life.

           That was Namjoon. Deep, philosophical, unique. With a beautiful mind that opened your eyes to the wonders of the world. It made you feel small yet so empowered at the same time.

           "Y/N. What’re you thinking about?“ his deep voice reverberated in your mind and sent chills down your spine, pulling you out of your thoughts.

           "Sorry.” You smiled shyly. “Just how coincidental it was that we bumped into each other…and how I missed hearing about your thoughts.”

           He grinned brightly. “You’re still as candid as ever.”

           "No point in being anything else but.“ You shrugged.

           "I like that about you though.” he complimented.

           You blushed.

           "And I don’t think it was coincidental.“ he hummed. "I think something like this was the work of fate.”

           And just like that, you were pulled back into his gravity, like you had been so many years ago.


           You shyly allowed Namjoon to step into your apartment, silently praising yourself for cleaning up the night before, just because. Was that fate as well? You shook your head before you fell deeper into your thoughts again.

           "Are you craving anything?“

           "I eat whatever.” Namjoon shrugged.

           "Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I’ll start cooking.“

           "You sure you don’t need my help?” He followed you into the kitchen and gently touched your waist. “I can at least wash the ingredients without breaking them.”

           You giggled to cover up how strongly your heart was hammering in your chest at his light touch. “Alright then. It’s a big task, but I’m entrusting it to you.”

           "Yes, ma'am.“ Namjoon grinned.


           "So…Jungkook is actually rich too…the heir of a BIG company…and he is now YOUR intern?” The Receptionist gawked at Jimin.

           "Yeah. Exactly.“

           "And Jungkook knows Y/N too because he pulled her over and bumped into her a couple of times around town?” The Receptionist stared at her boyfriend. “And also…”

           "Also?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow.

           She shook her head, "No, never mind. It’s just crazy how connected everyone is.”

           "Everyone?“

           "It’s nothing.” she smiled.

           "Oh come on! Stop keeping all the secrets! I won’t tell anyone!“

           She rolled her eyes. "No. We’ve been through this. You always tell Hoseok who then tells Silver and then at that point, I’m breaking my contract of keeping privacy. I’m not losing my job just because you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

           "But Hoseok isn’t just anyone!“ Jimin complained.

           "Exactly why I’m just keeping my mouth shut. Now go do dishes! I have to get ready for my Burlesque performance.”

           "Come home with your costume again.“ Jimin smirked then kissed her on cheek as he took the dishes away from the table.

           "I’ll just surprise you with what I come home wearing.” she winked. “Or not wearing.”

           Jimin chuckled, “Oh goodness. Keep talking like that and you won’t make it to your show tonight.”

           "Why? Have I been a…bad girl?“ She smirked as she hugged him from behind while he started washing the dishes.

           Jimin splashed soapy water on her face playfully. "Go get ready for your show. I’ll deal with your antics later tonight.”

           "You’re no fun.“ She teased.

           "You won’t be saying that later.” Jimin cocked an eyebrow up.

           "We’ll see ~“ his girlfriend hummed as she disappeared into their bedroom.


           "Thanks for the meal. Wahh…” Namjoon clapped. “That was fantastic.”

           You grinned, watching him with admiration. “Probably cause you lack culinary skills and have to eat out all that time.”

           Namjoon huffed. “Not everyone can be perfect. I’m good at a lot of other things. Other than cooking and driving…I’m eclectic!”

           "And walking apparently.“ You teased.

           "Well, that…things just get in my way.” he chuckled.

           You giggled then paused. “Did you just say you were eclectic?”

           Namjoon blinked. “Yeah?”

           "Stay still for a sec.“ You leaned over the table and pulled down his shirt to stare at his collar bones and neck.

           "Um Y/N…what’re you doing?”

           Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m so dumb.”

           "What?“

           You laughed, "Can I ask you something?”

           "Sure. If you stop staring at my neck…“ Namjoon tilted his head.

           You pulled your hand away and sat back down. "Have you heard of Club Masquerade?”

           "Yeah.“

           You smiled and bluntly asked, "Are you Mon?”

           There was a few minutes of silence as the two of you stared at each other. He was probably trying to figure out how you had come to that conclusion, while you were waiting for him to reply.

           "And if I say I am?“ he finally stated.

           You chuckled, "It seems you’ve met your only client in person.”

           Namjoon blinked then gasped, finally recognizing your voice from the Club.

           "I thought your voice was just familiar because we’ve known each other.“ he covered his mouth with his hand. "Oh…wow.”

           You two awkwardly looked around the apartment.

           "So…“ you started. "I do have to commend you on your um…prowess in that area.”

           Namjoon coughed, “Thanks.”

           "What were you doing there though?“ You questioned.

           "I was dropping off trials of a new product for the Club. It’s a chip that can be installed into the host’s masks to alter their voices. I actually used it on you…so how did you figure out…” he scratched his head.

           "Your neck moles.“ You blushed, hoping he didn’t find you creepy. "Plus your voice was similar the very first time I met you…you probably didn’t implant the chip when we first met right? Plus you didn’t alter your voice too much the second time.”

           "Well, I didn’t want you thinking I was a completely different person.“ Namjoon chuckled. "Wow. This is crazy. You’ve always been sharp.”

           You grinned. “Well I guess I’m glad it was you.”

           Namjoon glanced your way and you two locked eyes. He smiled.

           "I’m glad it was you too.“

           You two ended up catching up the rest of the day. You told him about your university and any stories of back home that you could recall. He showed you pictures on his phone of his travels and where he would like to go next. It wasn’t until the sun set and you two were covered in the dim darkness of the room that you two realized how late it was.

           "Oh wow. It’s this late now, huh?” Namjoon exhaled.

           "Stay over.“ You blurted out in the darkness.

           You could feel his warmth beside you on the couch. Progressively, your bodies had been inching closer and closer as the conversation continued, until your shoulders were touching.

           "Sure.” he answered lightly. “If you don’t mind me.”

           "I don’t mind at all.“ You smiled. "Let me go turn on the light.”

           "Sure. Be careful.“

           "Oh…before I do.” Your heart was beating wildly. The thought had been pestering you since Namjoon had confirmed that he was Mon. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to spill your idea, but the sheer shame of him rejecting it created fear inside you.

           "What’s on your mind?“ Namjoon reached out, trying to feel out for your face.

           When he found it, your hand covered his warmly.

           "Can you…teach me?” You finally stated.

           "Teach you what?“

           "How to be good…in um…bed…and romance…dating in general.” You mumbled, but in the silence, it felt like you were screaming.

           "What?“

           "Cause I’d really like to learn! And well, I think logically, hands-on experience is usually best so…” You swallowed worriedly.

           Suddenly, you felt another hand cup your cheek and slowly, you felt yourself being pulled forward until your lips finally made contact with his. Your body was electrified and he kissed you fervently, enough to take your breath away.

           When you were younger, you had envisioned kissing Namjoon countless of times, but reality defied all your daydreams. His lips were soft and plush, gentle and rough alternatively. And the fact that when you opened your eyes, you weren’t staring at your ceiling or your pillows like before, but at the man himself, made it all the more fantastic. The kissing grew to be more heated, so much so that you were now pushed down on your back on your couch. Namjoon was hovering over you, never disconnecting your lips. Not until, he finally answered you with his breath ghosting over your ignited face.

           "I’ll teach you.“  


           When the new week rolled by, you returned to work and found yourself spending time training Jungkook for most of the days. It was definitely nice having company in your cubicle and splitting the work between each other. Things got done faster, plus once he got into a rhythm with his paperwork, he would hum a tune angelically. It was a nice change of pace to the silence you were always in. And soon, you brought in your own earphones too.

           "Um uh…” Jungkook hesitated as he stood behind you, trying to figure out how to get your attention. He stiffly and cautiously moved his index finger closer to your shoulder then immediately pulled back before he could touch you. With a deep breath, he tried his other hand but he still couldn’t bring himself to tap your shoulder.

           "Y/N. Jungkook!“ Jimin appeared and Jungkook immediately stumbled away from you, flustered.

           Jimin raised an eyebrow at him and you pulled your earphones out curiously.

           "Yes, Mr. Park?”

           "We’re staying overtime today so can you two pick up coffees from the cafe for me, Silver, and Hoseok. Oh, and get yourselves something too.“ Jimin handed you his card. "Oh and grab some pastries and take out while you’re out.”

           "Sure thing.“ You grabbed the card then turned to Jungkook who was still pinned to the counter nervously. "You okay?”

           He nodded. “Y-yeah…”

           "Have fun!“ Jimin winked and disappeared.

           "Did you drive or did your father’s men drive you?”

           "I drove, but I don’t want to take my car out…it’s in one of those tiny spots. It was a pain to park.“ he huffed.

           You laughed and threw him your car keys. Reflexively, he caught it with one hand, which impressed you.

           "You drive my car then. I’m feeling a bit sleepy so it’d be unsafe. Plus you know all about traffic laws and such, who knows if you’ll arrest me for speeding while I’m in the car with you.” You rambled.

           Jungkook snorted. “I’m off duty.”

           "Still a cop.“ You shrugged. "Let’s go.”

           You two hopped into your car and drove to the cafe down the street.

           "So is your unit okay with you working a different job all of a sudden?“ You questioned. You had been curious about Jungkook for awhile now since his whole situation was unique. You often wondered how he ended up being a cop when he was a company’s heir. It seemed illogical.

           "Yeah, it’s happened often since my dad’s been trying to pressure me to get into business. Plus everyone knows my background at the police academy. Everyone needs to go through a scrutinizing background check before being accepted. Can’t have past criminals being the police force.” He replied.

           "And why did you want to be a cop instead of inheriting the company?“

           "Mm…no offense, but I don’t find an office job very exciting. I’m someone who’s very physical and likes moving my body. I love doing extreme sports and challenging myself physically. It’s what excites me, and I don’t want to be bound to a desk, staring at numbers for more than half my day. It’s my life so I want to do something that makes me happy. Something that makes me enjoy waking up early and staying up at night. Being a cop is that for me.”

           You smiled at him warmly and he stepped away, a bit creeped out.

           "What? Why’re you smiling like that?“

           "No. I just didn’t think you had a sentimental and deep side.” You shrugged.

           He rolled his eyes. “You need to get over that ticket I gave you.”

           "I’m over the ticket, but your harsh words, I will probably never get over.“

           Jungkook sighed.

           "I heard you two are working together now.” The Receptionist handed them their orders. “Must be nice. I wish I worked with my close friends.”

           "You could always join the company, Noona. I’m sure hyung can pull some strings.“ Jungkook grinned.

           "No thanks. I already have one desk job, I don’t need another one.”

           "See, you understand me Noona.“

           "Oh Y/N. Joon’s over there reading if you wanted to go say hi.” The Receptionist pointed out.

           Immediately, you perked up and turned around. Sure enough, Namjoon was sitting by the window, calmly reading a book with a serious expression. Hurriedly, you scurried over to him and tapped his shoulder.

           "Oppa.“

           Namjoon glanced up and grinned widely, exposing his dimples. "Y/N.”

           He studied your outfit curiously. “You look pretty. Are you working?”

           You blushed and nodded. “Yeah.”

           Jungkook appeared beside you.

           "Oh Namjoon, this is the other intern Jungkook. Jungkook, Namjoon. He’s a family friend.“

           Jungkook bowed. "Nice to meet you. And you have really strong looking thighs.”

           You and Namjoon blinked then giggled at his comment. Jungkook blushed shyly.

           "Thanks Jungkook. You’re pretty built yourself.“

           Jungkook smiled.


           "And so they’ve met in real life now too.” the Receptionist hummed as she watched the scene in front of her. “Mon, Nochu, and the client they’re sharing. Mon knows the client from the past. Nochu and the client work together, but Nochu doesn’t know Mon is Mon. Do Nochu and Mon know each other? Does the client know their identities? I wonder…”

           She grinned widely to herself.

           "Ahh this is so exciting! I can’t believe this is happening. It’s mind blowing! Too bad I can’t tell Jimin.“


           You watched in awe as Jungkook threw his arm behind your chair to reverse out of the parking spot. His dress shirt pressed against his defined chest and his face was handsomely concentrated.

           "So that guy is just your family friend?” he questioned once he got back on the road, pulling you out of your stare.

           "Uh yea.“

           "Like what you’re seeing?” Jungkook smirked. “You were staring at me before.”

           You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “Just focus on driving. You’re so weird.”

           "I’m weird? You couldn’t appeal against the ticket by acting cute but when you approached this Namjoon guy you were full of cuteness and flirty-ness.“

           "Was I?” You blinked.

           "You didn’t know? Your voice got all high pitched like a dolphin shriek.“ Jungkook mimicked you. "And you were batting your eyes like you had something in them.”

           You huffed. “I was not!”

           He snorted. “Oh please. Like you could see yourself. Take my word for it. Your crush on him is so obvious.”

           "It was an old crush. I haven’t seen him in years.“ You stared out your window.

           "Well you could use this time to rekindle that flame.” Jungkook teased.

           "Sadly, there was no flame in the past to rekindle.“

           "Well, starting fresh is always good too.”

           You eyed Jungkook. “You haven’t dated a lot either, have you?”

           Jungkook tensed, “Wh-what? Of course I have! I mean look at me! I’m handsome!”

           "Nope, guess you haven’t.“ You shrugged.  

           "I’ve had plenty of girlfriends for your information. Girls lined up at my locker back in school and my whole desk was always filled with gifts. I’d have dates lined up every day of the week.”

           You stared at him skeptically. “Then why do you freak out whenever I touch you?”

           "I do not–“

           You covered his hand with yours. Hurriedly, he swerved to the side of the road in panic.

           "Don’t DO that!”

           "Do you have a phobia of girls? Or is it just me?“ You raised an eyebrow.

           "Neither! I’m fine!” Jungkook bellowed.

           "But I’ve seen you pin yourself against the wall when a female employee walks by you, and duck your head down when females approach the cubicle to ask me questions. Tell me what your problem is.“

           "I don’t have a problem! I know women like the back of my hand. I can get someone off in less than 5 minutes.”

           You stared at him intently.

           "What?“ He furrowed his brows.

            "You know, I’ve been wondering this for some time…”

           "Hm?“

           "If I say, 'Nochu’…what do you think?”

           Jungkook’s eyes widened and his eyeballs whizzed around anxiously. “Wh-what?”

           "Let me ask you straightly then. Are you Nochu?“

           Jungkook’s eyes threatened to fall out of its sockets as he stared at you in shock. "Why…?”

           You exhaled, seeing that his answer confirmed your suspicions, and opened the front compartment of your car. You took out your signature mask and pulled it over your face, observing the way his face contorted to one of horror and astonishment when you did.

           "Cause we know each other a lot better than we thought.“

           Jungkook unbuckled his seatbelt hurriedly. "Excuse me. I have to go run away from you and probably jump into the deepest hole on Earth.”

           You grabbed his shirt to pull him back into his seat, and leaned your face close to his.

           "I have a proposition for you, Nochu.“

           He winced at the nickname being used without his mask present.

           "What’s the proposition?” he exhaled.

           "I want to learn about dating. That Namjoon guy, right now we’re in some kind of mentor-student relationship, but for some reason, I want him to take me seriously and actually consider dating me. Since you’re having an awkward time around girls without the mask, and I never know how to properly appeal and flirt with guys, we can help each other. What do you think? It’s beneficial for both parties, don’t you think?“

           "Are you suggesting a merger with mutual benefits and co-ownership?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

           "Yes. Shall we create a contract?“ You smirked, going along with his banter.

           "I’ll…I’ll think about it. It’s a bit overwhelming to find out someone I work with…well I’ve done things with you…”

           You released your grip on him and chuckled. “It doesn’t bother me since it’s your job, and I was curious myself. It was a good transaction.”

            “Wait…you knew it was me…so does that mean you like me?” Jungkook blinked at you curiously.

           You glanced back at him blankly, “Well other than whatever I’m feeling for Namjoon, I can’t say that I’m exactly sure what it means to like someone…but I figured you fascinated me from the beginning.”

           You two stared at each other intently.

           "Well, I don’t know if you’ll be a cure to my nerves, but I guess we’ll never know unless we try.“ Jungkook exhaled. "It’s getting a bit embarrassing that I can work my way around a woman in bed, but not in any other way.”

           You smiled and patted his shoulder. “We’ll get through this together, Nochu.”

           Jungkook glared at you, “Don’t call me that outside of the Club.”

           You grinned teasingly. “But it’s okay if we’re alone right?”

           Jungkook rolled his eyes and started the car again. “I can’t believe I agreed to pretend date you.”

           "Think of it as a beneficial learning experience! A training module of sorts.“

           He shook his head and merged back on the road.

           "Just don’t go falling in love with me.” You chuckled.

           "As if.“ Jungkook rolled his eyes.  


           Later that day, Jungkook changed into his host outfit and snugly pulled his gold mask over his face. For some reason, your proposition made his heart feel lighter. The fact that you accepted his strange behaviors around women, and the fact that you too struggled with similar issues; he felt like a burden had been lifted from him. He wasn’t sure if it was the solution to his problems, but it definitely was better than doing nothing. Spending time with a female might ease his anxiety around others, and besides, other than the Receptionist, you were the only other woman he talked to frequently. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. Although he felt himself heat up, remembering that it was you who had given him his first blowjob ever.

           "Oh my god.” he crouched down and covered his face, embarrassed.

           "Oh! Mon!“

           Jungkook’s head whipped up at the sound of that name. This Mon had eluded him every single time. The man who had taken one of his clients away from him, he wanted to see exactly what he looked like with his own eyes. Jungkook rushed from the back towards the Receptionist’s desk. Panting, he finally came face to face with a tall, lean man in a deep purple mask.

           Okay, he was attractive.

           But his presence irked him the more he thought about how he had to share one of his customers with this mysterious person, who incidentally got perks and benefits for no reason. He felt like his title as the Golden Host and as one of the best hosts in the Club was being threatened.

           "Does your mask have this chip now?” the Receptionist questioned.

           "Mhm.“ Mon grinned.

           "Yah.” Jungkook curtly spoke, garnering attention from both of them. “Are you Mon?”

           "Nochu…“ the Receptionist frowned.

           "Yes, I am. How can I help you?” Mon stood up straighter and spoke refinedly.

           Jungkook faltered a little, but kept his proud stance.

           "Who do you think you are? Waltzing in here like you own the place? You think you can just take and give customers as you please? You’re not even on the roster or anything. What gives you the right to take being a host so lightly?“

           Mon chuckled and glanced at the Receptionist, then back at Nochu, "Kid, I do own this place.”

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PART 4 

Locked In

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Originally posted by middle-earth-journeys

Originally posted by thorinoakenshieldconfessions

Summary: Fili and Kili, your best friends, try to get you and Dwalin together.

Pairings: Dwalin x Reader

Word Count: 1817

Requested by: @sdavid09 so like I changed it a bit from the original request ;)

A/n: when you start writing and just don’t know when to stop lmfao. ITs soooo long. Enjoy

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You smile as you watch the bustling dwarves below. You were so happy that Erebor was finally restored to its former glory. It had taken three years, but it happened and you were just ecstatic. You lean on the railing, smiling as you watch Thorin interact with some of the people.

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A Changed God

Summary: Few years after the Battle of New York, Loki goes to the Avengers Tower, with a precise objective in mind.


[NOT MY GIF]


It was a beautiful night, the kind of night that makes you look up. The sky was so bright, so starry, but not in New York City. Without any hesitation, Loki jumped on the glass window of the Avengers Tower and started running. Not inside the building, no, he vertically ran on it, thanks to his magic stolen boots. If he had wanted to, he could have run on rainbows or waterfalls, but he was here for a reason.

Soon he had reached the floor he was looking for, the 76th. Without a noise he cut a hole through the window and easily entered the room. The also stolen shadow-thread from his coat made him invisible to everyone, but not to any heat detector. Fortunately for him, Frost Giants have a low body temperature.

Nobody was around, the God walked to the third door on the right.

As he opened it, a soft lullaby started playing. He came in and a dim light turned on.

There she was, sleeping in her cradle.

“Beautiful.”

It looked so comfortable it hurt him to pick her up. He slid one of his hand under her head and neck and put the other under her hips and bottom, then lifted her. She didn’t wake up. For a few second he stood there, transfixed. The three-month-old looked fabulous with her big tuft of black hair. She opened her eyes, emerald-green, just like his own, and looked at him. He smiled… She cried. He rocked his baby, trying to soothe her.

“Please don’t cry. Please, my little bird, don’t cry.” He pleaded.

She kept wailing. He decided to put her back in her crib. She rolled onto her side and smiled. He kneeled to be at her level and looked at her delighted face behind the cradle’s bars.

“So you are actually happier when you are caged?” He chuckled “They want to put me in a cage too, you know… Is that why you don’t want me to hold you?” He lamented. She just looked at him and squealed.

“Don’t take it personally, she just really doesn’t like your perfume.” An unfamiliar Scottish voice behind him affirmed. He turned to face a grey-haired man in a red velvet jacket.

“How do you know that?”

“I speak baby.” The stranger replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Who are you?”

“I’m the Doctor,” He answered before taking a bite out of the hot dog he had in hand. “And you’re wanted for trying to take over the Earth and subjugate more than 7 billion people. Along with other countless crimes.”

“All in the past.” He retorted. “I’m a changed God; I swear I’m here on a purely friendly visit–”

“You’re not my friend.” A familiar voice boomed “You’re my brother.” There were Thor and a suited Tony Stark. “Why are you here? Are you insane?” the Thunderer asked.

“The voices tell me I am entirely sane.” Loki grinned. “I just want to see my daughter and my better half…” He looked behind the two superheroes. “Where is she?”

“Right behind you,” You breathed. “Now, am I here to kick your ass or kiss you?”

“I’ll take the latter, pretty bird.” He answered in a low voice as he leaned forward. When your noses almost touched he stopped and smirked. You seized his wrists, pulling him closer. When your lips met, and your tongues touched, he groaned softly, closing his eyes. His arms circled you. You broke the kiss and took his hands. Click! You had handcuffed him.

“Really? You could have waited until we’re in private.” He joked and Tony vainly tried to hide his grin.

“I designed them, especially to restrain you.”

“How considerate of you.” He replied with a fake smile.

“We’re taking you to your cell. Just don’t do anything stupid.”


He looked at the ceiling of his cell, everything was so white, so coldly impersonal, but he could not care less. Of course he would escape, but not without saying goodbye to the woman who had stolen his heart… Speak of the devil and in he walks.

“Thor and I spoke on your behalf, but Midgard’s laws are as they are. And you did cause the death of 74 people and deeply damaged the city.” You said, sitting next to him, your sleeping baby held against your chest with your right arm. “They want to condemn you to lifelong imprisonment. I thought you’d want to see her before you inevitably leave.”

He lifted your left hand and kissed your knuckles.

“Take care of our little bird.”


Originally posted on AO3.

Thanks for reading! Comments, suggestions and feedbacks are welcome and awaited. Sorry for the mistakes, English isn’t my first language. LLAP

- R.S.

Headache (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 2564 words

Plot: You have a headache but then you are met with your boyfriend and your thoughts to distract you.

Oh God guys, this is my first time ever using my blog or writing any sort of these oneshots/fictional stories and smut. That was difficult. This probably sucks… please give me any feedback so I can know where to work on. :) but that’s probably impossible because I have like zero followers. YIKES

Your hands gripped to rest at your knees as you panted for air. “Take five, guys. Great job!” encouraged your trainer. You walked towards your water bottle gratefully to rehydrate yourself. You had a mild headache and tomorrow night was going to be spent at another award show, so you and your group were in one of the dance rooms of the arena it was going to be held at for rehearsals. 

It was always like this, but you could never complain. Being an idol wasn’t something easy to achieve and you got paid to do the things you loved—singing, dancing, performing and many other bonuses that came with it. You sighed in relief after taking a long swig of the cold drink that quenched your thirst and grabbed for a small towel to dab on your forehead until you felt the presence of Hye Jin, your leader, beside you.

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the idea of a student falling in love with one if the gentry was to interesting

every one told her she was insane, “the gentry do not love” was repeated to her by her closest friends. they urged her to stop looking for danger and stop trying to meet up with her love, and if she did atleast be smart about it and keep protection. But their could be no love without trust and tonight she would show the ultimate trust in her loved one and break every rule the school had ever taught her.
she had tracked down the gentry she sought, her one true love. they were posing as one of the taken, a distant friend called lemon. she walked to lemons dorm and knocked on the door. hearing a sharp yes she slipped into the room. lemons dorm mate shanty sat on her bed with a ring of salt around it and a metal bat perched on her pillows for easy access. she eyed not-lemon with a wealth of distrust but obviously her paper wouldn’t write itself.
not-lemon was perched on her bed, spine contorted in a cat like fashion. Lemon herself was a pretty girl, but the other replacing her was something beyond human beauty. the teeth so sharp and long betrayed the human skin she possessed. that and the eyes, eyes that only creatures of the night possessed. I had seen those same features in a few of the students who had been replaced, and relentlessly traced down my love everytime even going so far as too stop a too eager freshman who’s roommate had been taken from lunging at the fae with a silver scalpel. That was the day I was noticed by it. it asked what the price was for my help and I had shaken my head no too awestruck to speak.
now here I was face to face ready to bear my all. “shanty I hope I’m not being rude but I’d like to talk to lemon for awhile could I have some alone time with her” shanty eyes me curiously, word of my “crush” had spread within our friend group. None the less shanty snapped her laptop closed and stood to leave. As she passed me she took my hand “ be careful teacup” and closed the door behind her. Not-lemon was now gazing at me. I hoped by now I was recognizable to one such as she. instead of heading into shanty’s bed and ring of salt I sat at the foot if not- lemons bed and stared her n the eyes. Quirking a thin brow the gentry looked at me and I swear. could see recognition in her eyes. had made the right choice. “what can I do for you? come t collect?” I shook my head no. “ I’m sure ny now you must kniw if my…interest…I’m here to show you that I am not against you all I want is your affection” . with a sharp toothed smile not-lemon cranes her neck closer to me looking less human by the second her skin had lost lemons usual brown and was slowly being replaced by a blue tinge around the eyes and lips.“ And what are you willing to trade with me?” I smiled softly and placed my hands in the bed. “ not trade. give. I’m willing to give you my true name. Freely. ”

Moving On

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Prompt: ‘it hurt me to realise you didn’t love me anymore, but it hurt even more when I saw you fall in love with her.’

Word Count: 3547

A/N: God I don’t know how this ended up so long, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. It’s been so long since I’ve written anything, but here goes nothing. Pleaaaaseeee if you have any comments let me know, hope you all have a lovely day :)

“Are you sure you want another one of those?”

I squinted my eyes, “you want my money don’t you?” My speech was slightly slurred—even I was taken back. I never got to the point where my speech slurred.

“(Y/N)—“ Dan sighed heavily before swiping my glass from the bar, “you’re not having anymore, I’m cutting you off.” He placed the tumbler into a large plastic tub by the kegs and brought me a glass of water. “And you know I don’t want your money anymore, I haven’t wanted your money for years.” It was true, most nights I didn’t pay for my alcohol—but most nights I wasn’t getting blind drunk to mask my overwhelming sadness.

I gulped down the water, slamming the glass onto the wooden counter as soon as I was done. “I’m so pathetic Dan, look at me.” I could feel my eyes well up, “I don’t even know who I am anymore.” the lump in my throat began to rise as I tried to fight back the tears. “He’s getting married tomorrow and I’m here! I’m here getting drunk and the saddest part is for a year and a half—a fucking year and a half I’ve told myself, told everybody! I’ve told anyone who I could that I was fine—But I’m not, I’m not fine, I haven’t been fine since he left me.” I was flailing my arms; the guy beside me was blatantly staring.

“Aren’t you one of those superheroes?” He asked, a hint of disgust in his tone.

“Fuck off.” I flipped him the finger and turned back to Dan.

“Sorry buddy.” He rushed to apologise to the patron, “why don’t I get you another beer?”

“Forget it,” the man declined the offer, instead he got up and grabbed his duffle coat from his chair. “You’re right,” he said looking me in the eye, “you are pathetic.”

I felt the blood rush to my head, the glass beside me shattering without warning. “(Y/N)!” Dan screamed, before grabbing my hand, “control yourself!” I suddenly jolted back to reality.

“And these are the people we trust with our lives?” The man scoffed before scurrying out the door.

“Fucking prick!” I called after him, knowing it would fall on deaf ears.

“Jesus Christ (Y/N) you can’t just pull shit like that!” Dan slammed another glass of water down in front of me. “You know I love you, but I’m going to have to call someone to come get you, you need some rest.”

“I was dead!” I cried out, “I was dead for 9 months, is that enough time to grieve?” whatever I was saying, Dan wasn’t interested—he was far too busy on the phone trying to deal with the mess that I was. “9 months.” I whispered the words to myself again and again.

“Someone’s coming to get you.” Dan returned to me, “are you done with this?” he gestured to the water.

I nodded solemnly, “please don’t tell me you called Tony, he’ll be really mad with me.”

“I didn’t call Tony.” Dan mumbled as he wiped down a glass, “God knows I don’t wanna deal with that asshole again.”

“Why don’t you come back to the team Danny?” I grabbed his hand, “I miss you, I need you back.”

“It’s been five years (Y/N), I’m not coming back.” He whipped his hand away. “I can’t live like that anymore—it fucks me up, my head, you know?” I could see the pain in his eyes; the job had been tearing him down.

“I never was and never will be cut out to be a superhero.”

The sound of the bell above the bar door interrupted me before I could say anything, I didn’t bother to look at who it was—I already knew they were there to collect me, not that I needed collecting.

“(Y/N)” a familiar voice spoke as they placed a hand to my shoulder, “let’s get you home.”

My body went rigid as I stared at Dan in contempt, “how could you?” I muttered. I didn’t even have to look to see whose hand was on my shoulder, I already knew and I’d never felt so betrayed in my life.

“He’s the only one who’ll take care of you properly.” Dan couldn’t meet my eyes; he knew just how badly he’d hurt me. “The only one you ever listen to.”

“Don’t fucking touch me Rogers!” I shook Steve off of me.

“What’s gotten into you?!” He was confused; he had no idea how I felt. I’d pretended to be fine with his new situation—buddy, buddy, like he hadn’t chewed my heart up and spat it out.

 “Nothing!” the rage that had been building up inside me was returning and it was coming back stronger. I could feel my scalp heat up as the hair on my head turned purple.

 “Jesus Christ!” Steve pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “Stop,” he whispered to me, “stop please.”

All I could think about as he held onto me was, “why is this happening?” Why was he there? Why was he taking care of me when only a year ago he’d tossed me aside like I was no one? “Let go of me Steve.” I pushed him away, the anger refused to subside.

“How much did you give her to drink?!” He directed his frustration towards Dan.

“Don’t blame me Rogers, she’s here because of you!”

Steve opened his mouth to say something but was taken back by the comment, “what?”

Dan rolled his eyes, “you heard me.”

“(Y/N)—“ he grabbed ahold of my hands and looked me in the eyes, “listen to me—I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m gonna get you home and make you a cup of tea, two sugars, no milk—just the way you like it, okay?”

My heart rate began to slow as he recited the way I liked my tea back to me—he still remembered. “You still know.”

“How could I forget?” He quirked an eyebrow.

“I thought—I thought you wouldn’t remember anything anymore, because you stopped loving me.” I was blabbering, but that was a sign I was calming down. My blood stream was going from turbulent to a steady pump and my scalp was cooling—I imagined the purple was slowly fading back to brown.

Steve stared at me for a second, “let’s go home.” He ignored my comment; instead he steadied me on my feet—shaking off his coat, so that he could wrap it around me.

“You’re gonna be cold.” I mumbled, forgetting that he barely felt the seasons.

“I’ll be fine,” he pulled me into his side and walked me towards the door. He didn’t bother to say anything to Dan, but I couldn’t help myself—I had to turn back to look at him, an apologetic look etched on my face. I knew deep down he was just trying to help.

True to his word Steve managed to get me back home in one piece and even stayed to make me tea. I couldn’t help but stare at him as he stood waiting for it to brew. My heart felt like a weight in my chest—a weight heavier than a boulder. Just staring at him made my eyes well up—it was ridiculous, I was an international superpower, there were countries hunting me and nothing scared me more than my love for him. It was so strong and I couldn’t seem to get rid of it, no matter how hard I tried to escape it.

I pulled the blanket he’d draped around me tightly, my knees pressed to my chest as I sat waiting for him to say something.

“What’s wrong with you (Y/N)?” he asked as he placed my mug down in front of me—his eyes fixated on mine. He was searching them for answers, but I wasn’t sure I could tell him. It hurt me to even think about it, how was I supposed to say it out loud and to him of all people.

“You’re getting married tomorrow and not to me.” I averted my eyes to the floor as soon as the words left my mouth. “You expect me to sit there and be happy for you, but how can I? How can I when that was meant to be you and I?”

“(Y/N)—“ he sighed heavily, “I—you were dead, I thought you weren’t coming back. Last time I waited for someone, I waited too long and that ruined me. I thought if I waited again it’d kill me—It’s not easy you know.” There was clear pain on his face “I loved you, I loved you so much and when you came back I didn’t know how to feel—But she, she was there for me when you were gone, she gave me a second chance.” It had always been hard for Steve to love I knew that. Everyone he’d loved either moved on or died—time had not waited for him and fate had not been easy on him.

“I was only gone 9 months Steve.” I couldn’t stop the single tear from rolling down my cheek. “You know it hurt when I realised you didn’t love me anymore, but it hurt ten times more when I saw you fall in love with her.” Being stuck with Stephen Strange meant death wasn’t really death; the whole time he was bringing me back I was able to see everything that was happening back on earth—I was a ghost.

“I still love you, I really do. You were my best friend and god it was hard for me when you died—I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, typical withdrawal you know? I was so damn depressed.”

Hearing him say he still loved me almost killed me inside, but hearing him say he’d been depressed brought me physical pain. I still remembered seeing him struggle and feeling helpless—feeling like it was my entire fault.

“Then why won’t you come back to me?” I couldn’t help myself, the tears started to flow freely and I hated myself for it. I had always tried my best to look strong in front of him and now I was breaking down the perfect façade I’d built.

“It’s not that simple (Y/N),” he reached out to hold my hand. “I thought I—how could I break someone else’s heart like that?”

He was right, but I couldn’t care less. She stole him from me, so why did I deserve the pain and not her? I knew I sounded selfish, but I didn’t care—I deserved to be happy too. “You need to leave Captain.” I set down the cup of tea; “I can’t deal with this anymore. You’ve heard my peace; you know I’m still in love with you. If you still want to marry her, then go ahead—but if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

He got up from his seat and ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “Why did you wait a year and a half to tell me the truth?”

“Because I care about your happiness more than mine.” I always had and I knew it would never change.

“I would’ve left her, if you had just said something earlier.”

“I just need you to leave right now, I already tried to drink myself to death. God knows what’ll happen if you stay any longer.” Crying in front of him made me feel so small, so weak—he’d never seen me cry before, he’d always been the emotional half of our whole, so having him watch me cry made me angry.

“I’m sorry,” he kneeled down in front of me and wiped away my tears. “I really am.”

“Please go,” I sputtered, “please.”

He nodded, “I won’t see you tomorrow will I?”

I laughed through my tears; he really had the audacity to ask.

“Yeah,” he sighed at my reaction, “that’s what I thought.”

“That doesn’t look like a lovely formal dress to me.” Tony remarked as I shoved a spoonful of cereal into my mouth. He was referring to my bright purple pyjamas.

“Considering I’m not going anywhere today I thought these would be the perfect attire.” I continued to shovel down my cereal—all that drinking had left me with the most unfathomable craving for frosty flakes.

“I’m fairly certain we have a wedding to attend today, or Pepper just shoved this suit on me for no reason.” He tried to shove a spoon into my cereal, but I swatted his hand away. 

Get your own,” I sputtered, my mouth still full 

“Well, I can’t—“ he gestured to the empty box, “you’ve eaten them all.”

I shrugged, “too bad.”

“So wait,” he spoke as he rifled through the cupboards. “You really aren’t coming today?”

“No.” I said monotonously before gulping down some orange juice. “How can I watch the man I love marry someone else?”

He stopped searching for food and slowly turned to look at me. “You still—?”

“Wow I must be really good at masking my feelings.”

“I—wow, just—wow. Count me as not fucking surprised.” He slammed a box of fruit loops down on the counter. “You know for elite crime fighters we really do have an unnecessary amount of sugary treats around.”

“Wait what?” I almost spat out my last beloved mouthful of frosted flakes.

“Well, you’d think that because we were always on the move we’d eat healthier—you know? Have a balanced diet!”

“Tony!” I knew he knew what I was questioning; he was just choosing to avoid it. “I was not talking about the sugary treats.”

“Ah yes, well Rogers is an idiot for not realising that you still love him.” He sat down in front of me, “and marrying her of all people? I’m pretty sure he’s shot her twice, no idea why he’d want to marry her after that.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You know I still remember the day—“ I was cut off by the sound of Pepper shouting for Tony.

“Oh no, she’s going to find me.” He says it like he’s worried, but sits calmly in his place—looking quite unnerved.

“Oh thank god there you are—(Y/N), why aren’t you dressed?” She asks as soon as she sees me. 

“I’m not coming,” I gulp down more juice and trace shapes into the skin of my leg.

“Oh,” her face falls, “understandable.”

“See,” Tony speaks up from his fruit loops, “even Pepper can tell.”

“Well it’s not hard to see.” She marches up to the table and slides the bowl away from Tony “we’re going to be late, hurry up.”

He lets out a heavy sigh but gets up anyway, “see you later kiddo.” His tone is different, somewhat apologetic.

“See you.” I say quietly, before grabbing his bowl—not wanting to let the sugary goodness go to waste.

I was watching the time—I knew the wedding would be over, but I couldn’t bring myself to head back home. I’d made my way over to the park just below the tower—it was the worst decision I’d made all day. Everything there reminded me of Steve. It was the most convenient place for us to go on picnics, or to just relax—he even had a favourite tree. The feeling of being surrounded by all those memories made me sick, but I knew I couldn’t go back home. Knowing that everyone would be there celebrating his new life with someone else was the most horrible feeling in the world. Memories of our past seemed better than having to deal with that.

My phone buzzed from inside my pocket, a message from Wanda illuminating my phone 

‘Where are you? Come back quickly, something’s happened.’

It was a very vague message, but something inside me told me that I needed to suck it up and head back home. I didn’t bother to respond, it would only take me a few minutes to get back to the tower anyway.

As I got up I noticed someone jogging towards me—someone in a suit. Assuming it was someone from home, I picked up the pace. Surely if someone had left the reception then the situation at headquarters was bad.

When I notice exactly who was running towards me I almost threw up. “Steve?” I questioned, my voice shaky.

“(Y/N)—“ he stopped in front of me, barely out of breath. “I didn’t do it.”

I felt my heart pound in my chest like it was trying to escape. “You didn’t do what?” I held my hand out to cradle his face, before averting my eyes to his left hand in search for a ring.

“I didn’t marry her—the whole time, all I was thinking about was you—thinking about how I call your name in my sleep when I have a nightmare, or how I can remember every small detail of your body and end up looking for them on her, thinking about all your small quirks and how I loved every single one of them. The whole time, for the past two years, I’ve been trying to find you in her—and for a second there I had myself convinced, because I thought you didn’t love me—But I know now, I know it’s you.”

“Steve—“

“No—“ he raised a hand to silence me, “don’t try and tell me otherwise.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” I squeaked out the words as the lump in my throat began to rise. “I’m so sorry, I just didn’t want to look vulnerable, but I am—I am vulnerable and I need you.”

He pulled me towards his chest and wrapped his arms firmly around me. “You don’t need me (Y/N), you love me and I love you—but don’t ever say you need me, because I know you. I know how strong you are, and no woman as strong as you could ever depend on a man and nor should she have to.”

I wriggled myself out of his grasp and stared at him in awe, “this is why I love you so much.” I was crying again, but this time I wasn’t angry with myself. Because, for once showing emotion got me what I wanted. “You’ve always known the right things to say.”

“Somehow it’s all natural with you,” he grinned before looping his fingers through mine.

“Don’t get cheesy with me Rogers,” I moved towards him so that our faces were only millimetres apart.

“Is this the point where we dramatically reconcile with a kiss.” He raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smirk spread across his face.

“It won’t be if you keep talking.” I whispered, before his free hand made its way to the back of my neck, pulling me towards him—before I knew it our lips were slowly moving against each other. I knew he was smiling even though my eyes were clamped shut—Steve untangled his hand from mine and used it to grab my waist and pull me closer. I hadn’t felt happiness for a year and a half and yet in the space of five minutes I couldn’t think one unhappy thought—everything felt right again. My whole body was buzzing, from my toes to the hair on my head—he was like a drug, my body responded to him automatically—like he’d said before, it was all natural with us.

He pulled himself away from my lips and kissed my neck, a small shiver ran up my spine as his soft breaths hit the sensitive skin. “God—“ he whispered, making me twitch “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Stop,” I sneered, “or you’ll make me cry again.” I wasn’t lying, if he kept going the way he was going I was bound to end up a puddle.

“I can’t help it,” he pulled away. “It should feel strange to be with you again, I should feel bad, but I don’t I mean—“

“It’s okay to feel bad,” I knew deep down he had an ounce of regret.

“I know it is, but she understood. I think she saw it coming—I think everyone saw it coming.”

“How are we going to go back in there?” I bit my lip as I looked up at the tower, “they’re going to be angry.”

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head. “Sure it might be uncomfortable for a few days, but I’m certain 95 per cent of that room didn’t want me to marry the wrong person today.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely, I mean Natasha and Tony practically ambushed me before the ceremony and asked me if I was sure I wanted to do it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I imagined the two of them just sitting on Steve’s bed, waiting to have an intervention. “Well then Rogers I think we should take this public display of affection and turn it into a private one.”

He re-looped his hand with mine and shot me the biggest grin I’d ever seen. “I think you’re right.”