i have to send this to people now huh alright here we go

All For Show

Valentine’s Day Special #2

Pair : Steve Rogers x Reader

8. You ask your best friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for your sisters couples dinner party. Requested by anon. 

Warning : Language

Word Count : 2,434

Three knocks, that’s all it took before Steve opened the door. He stood there, wearing a tank top and sweats, and his hair damped from sweat, which only meant he just came back from the gym.

“Hey, didn’t expect you here today.” He smiled, waving you in.

“I know, but I needed to talk to you.”

You walked in to his apartment, and plopped down onto his couch. His place was like your second home. You were always there, and if you weren’t, then you two were at your place.

“Beer?” He asked, walking to the kitchen.

“Nah, just water.”

Steve tossed you a water bottle, as he started back toward the living room where you waited.

You took a big swig of the water and felt the cold liquid trickle down your throat. Making you feel somewhat at ease.

“So what did you need to talk to me about?” Steve asked, leaning against the wall across from you.

For some reason you were feeling nervous. Which was strange. Steve was your best friend. You two were so close, you were able to talk to him about anything. He’s seen you in sweats with no makeup on. He’s helped you when you were a drunken mess. And yet, you were somehow nervous about this topic.

“Y/N.” he snapped his fingers, catching your attention. “You okay?”

You slowly nodded, running your hand through your hair. Something you did when you were nervous.

“So my sister is throwing a couples party tomorrow night, and when I RSVP’d a month ago, I was dating Jared-”

“The asshole.” He cut you off.

“Woah, language.” You teased.

He dramatically rolled his eyes and huffed. “Anyways, go on.”

“As I was saying, I told her I’d go and now she’s expecting me to be there.”

“So?” He drawled out.

You swallowed hard, meeting your best friends gaze.

“I was wondering if you can go as my fake boyfriend.” You slightly winced as the words finally fell from your lips.

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It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 2/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match!

Word Count: 1,314

A/N: I really love how this is turning out :) Enjoy it, guys!

Part 1

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Impossible. It was impossible. There was no way. This really wasn’t Captain America. The person behind the screen was not Steve Rogers. There wasn’t. And so, you voiced it.

“It’s not him.”

Peter scoffed, nudging your side. “You don’t know that.”

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Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen


Here’s the first part of a fic- AU where Bitty and Jack meet for the first time at the EpicKegster. 

Note that the second part of this is not written yet, and I’m crushed under my to-do list, so don’t expect it soon and please don’t ask when the next part will come, I don’t know. But I wanted to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. 

I apologise for errors, typos or weird sentence structure, all my editing power is and will be concentrated on my own novel, so ha. 

pairings and warnings: pretty much what you get from the canon





Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loud thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscathed. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding his phone.

Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

‘You’re crying.’

The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Whose name?’

‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

He burst into tears.

Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

‘Dude, what’d’you do to him?’

‘Nothing!’

‘D’you break up with him or something?’

‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

‘Like what?’

‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’

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All Too Well (M) | Pt. 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 7,692
Author’s Note: Now, I don’t want to give away too much of this chapter right off the bat, but I’m giving this chapter an ‘M’ rating for a reason.

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A lot of things have changed in the past 2 years—you are the last person who would ever try to deny that.

For instance, you don’t know if Yoongi still likes caramel macchiato with his two shots of espresso, or if he still reaches out to cling for the nearest source of warmth while remaining on the brink of unconsciousness, or even if music is still the most important thing in his life. You don’t know if he can still record the lyrics floating around in his mind as easily as gathering strings of cotton candy, or if he hides his emotions underneath miles and miles of apathy. There’s a lot of things you no longer know about Yoongi. You’ve changed a lot in 2 years and it would be foolish and naive to assume that Yoongi had not.

But there’s one thing you know has not changed over the course of that time, and that was how naturally you could fold yourself into Yoongi’s touch, how his lips could still light all the nerves underneath your skin like fire, sparking you into life, and how readily you could feel yourself responding to him.

When Yoongi dives back into for another kiss, one that contains just as much passion, anger, remorse, and desperation as the first one, you can’t deny on returning the gesture with equal frenzy. He still does good in making your mind spin like a top, your sense of gravity severely distorted as you feel like you might topple over if you don’t grip onto the closest thing that just so happens to be the fabric of Yoongi’s t-shirt. The material is soft in between your fingers, clenching it to pull him closer and he doesn’t protest. The kiss is hard, teeth and tongue and shallow breathing as Yoongi grips the edges of the makeup counter behind you as a means to cage you in and keep himself grounded.

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Day Three | Part 3

Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on?

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,274

A/N: I’m on a roll guys!! I would also like to thank every single one of you for sending me feedback and loving everything so far. I haven’t been this excited to write, in a really long time, so thank you! Part two can be found here.


It was Twin Day at school today and you had coordinated with Michelle to be punk rockers. Typical theme, but it got the job done. In the morning, you both pestered Ned to take pictures of the both of you. Ned, however, was missing his twin, Peter, who hadn’t shown up to school yet. You didn’t see him leave the building this morning or the train. You thought he would be here with all the excitement that happened yesterday with him. It wasn’t also typical for Peter Parker to be skipping school, maybe Tony Stark had just kept him for the day, and the school excused him.

As the warning bell rang to get to class, Liz out of all people approached you.

“(Y/N)! Do you know where Peter is? I want to talk to him about Homecoming,” she said.

“No, I haven’t seen him this morning. None of us had. You should try ringing him,” you said.

“I did, he didn’t pick up. Oh well. Thanks,” and with that Liz was on her way to homeroom and so were you and Michelle.


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You’re Like Captain Hook

CS Modern AU. A while ago, I saw the prompt “your voice sounds just like my phone sex operator’s voice” and simply couldn’t ignore it.

for @sailorkillian as a little pick-me-up

5.1k words. Rated M for My Man, this is a phone sex AU what do you expect? ~ also on ao3

Emma wouldn’t say that she’s lonely. She’s actually the least lonely she’s ever been. She has close friends and even co-workers that she likes. She prefers being single—too many past hurts and the distinct lack of need for a significant other, especially one of the male variety, keeping her content.

But she has been a little… hard up, lately.

It’s not difficult for her to convince someone to take her to bed. It’s pretty damn easy actually; all it takes is something short and a come-hither smile. What is hard is finding someone that doesn’t repulse her and, even harder, finding the desire to go out in search of someone.

She’s been working hard lately—bills don’t pay themselves and all that. What started off as a desperate need to keep herself afloat became a steady job. So, while she’s stable enough to not need to work herself to death, she still feels the need to prove herself worthy and maintain her position. And the harder she works, the more responsibility her boss gives her, leading to her total exhaustion. The only free time she has she tends to spend watching Netflix or going out for the occasional drink with friends, not looking for someone to hook up with.

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Cosa Nostra (Pt. 5)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?

Mafia!YoongixReader

Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

Part [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6]

You awoke to three quick raps on your bedroom door, startling you out of your comfortable sleep. After staring at the door for a moment, you untangled yourself from your bedsheets and shuffled your way toward the door, too sleepy to give a second thought about your appearance. ‘Who the hell would be knocking at my door?’ You thought as you reached for the doorknob, ‘I doubt that Yoongi would go out of his way to come to my room, unless he sent someone to fetch me.’

Your question was answered as you opened the door to reveal Seokjin and Hoseok, both giving you dazzling smiles as you looked at them questioningly, “Um, hi guys, do you…need something?”

Seokjin cleared his throat before saying, “Yoongi listened to your…grievances, and has decided to let you leave the mansion of your own accord, whenever you want.”

“That’s only if you let us tag along though, (Y/n),” Hoseok added, “It would be way too risky to let you go out by yourself.”

You stared blankly at them for a moment before replying, “So Yoongi has just assigned me babysitters, huh? This is definitely not what I fucking wanted…”

The two men looked at each other before shrugging, “I’m sorry, (Y/n), but rules are rules,” Jin said, giving you an apologetic look. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. As much as you wanted to get mad, you couldn’t find it in yourself do so. It wasn’t fair to blame Hoseok and Seokjin, they were only doing their jobs, and probably wanted to babysit you as little as you wanted to be babysat.

“Okay, fine, I understand. Since I can go out and do whatever I want though, we’re going shopping. I need some cooler clothes since it’s only getting hotter outside. You two…wait here I guess, I’ll be ready in like 30 minutes or so.” Without waiting for their response, you closed your door and let out a puff of air. Shopping with two guys glued to your side was going to be awkward as hell, but you truly did need to get more summery clothes so you weren’t sweating it out in long sleeves.

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~Growing Pains~

How do a cat and dog hybrid get along? Very carefully.

cathybrid!yoongi/doghybrid!taehyung/reader

Word Count: 9,216

The sun was already going to bed and the moon was beginning to rise for her job.  You got out of your afternoon class later than normal, your professor was one of those who was very passionate about their subject so you were kept almost 15 minutes past the cut off time.  You had just finished making a few purchases from the grocery store that was right next to the campus and with your bags in hand you start the relatively short walk to your apartment.  

Rotisserie chicken acquired, you head down the sidewalk, but as you are passing by a small alleyway you see movement coming from somewhere inside, causing you to freeze in place. You turn towards the general direction of the shadow, but don’t want to move any closer, not with your imagination running wild inside your head.

Cautiously taking a step into the darkness, you slowly take a peak and then there’s a loud crash.  

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anonymous asked:

pleasee write nb!alex in college, like could they meet maggie in college too? also just as a personal preference cause I love the idea could alex have a really cool undercut? wow I love your writing and college nb!alex would be amazing

It’ll all be okay next term.

Next term, when Kara comes to school with them, when Kara will be a freshman.

Because Eliza is always talking about Alex needing to take care of Kara, and Alex is always thinking of taking care of Kara.

But it’s been a while since they’ve realized how much Kara takes care of them, too, without even meaning to.

Because the phone calls and the FaceTime sessions aren’t enough.

Especially now.

Especially now with their new undercut – it took a couple anti-anxiety meds to actually go through with it, because you’re already underperforming in your coursework, Alexandra, and now you’re distracting yourself further with ridiculous haircuts? – and especially now with the binder they’d saved for all of fall term to be able to afford.

The binder that finally helps them be able to wear henleys, because the damn shirts never fell right on their body before. The binder that will undoubtedly draw cries of protest from Eliza, because oh Alexandra – or would you prefer Alexander? You know this is all so much for me to take in – your body is beautiful, and aren’t you concerned about the wear and tear with such intense compression, and what will you do when you have to spend hours in the lab and you get overheated in that thing? You are still intending to spend hours in the lab, aren’t you? Because after you failed that last test, I keep worrying that you’ll just forsake all that you’ve spent so long building for… what? Some girl? Is there a girl? God, can you let me deal with this gender stuff before bringing home a girl? Would that girl be a lesbian, anyway? Oh, Alexan – Alex – why can nothing ever be simple with you, it used to be so simple with you.

The binder that will draw protests, but hell, they’re failing a couple of classes anyway – and Eliza makes sure they can’t forget it – so why not fail at everything, right?

At least, when Alex looks in the mirror with their new binder on – their roommate Lucy had grinned like a fiend listening to Alex stumble around the bathroom, pulling it up over their legs and ass, upside down and backwards, so they could slip it up their body properly, and Lucy’s grin had only gotten bigger at Alex’s excited squeals as they tossed open the door and kept running their hands over their flattened chest, standing front ways, sideways, all ways, tossing on shirt after shirt after shirt, just to watch them finally fit properly – at least when they look in the mirror now, they see their own smile, their own tears, Lucy’s grin, hear Kara’s squeals over FaceTime, rather than Eliza’s disapproval.

“The girls are gonna love you even more than they already did, Danvers,” Lucy nudges them as the two friends sit very illegally on the ledge of their first floor dorm room, their legs hanging out of their window, a couple of feet off the ground, and Alex pffts, and Alex splutters, and Alex blushes.

But then Alex glances down at their newly-bound chest, first with excitement, first with pride, then with… panic, and they grow serious.

“But what if my mom’s right? What if the gay girls just want… well…”

“Straight up girls?”

Alex nods with tears in their eyes.

“You’re amazing, Alex. Binding or not, whatever pronouns you use. Any girl can see that a mile away. And uh… hey. Looks like that gorgeous one already has.”

Alex’s heart plummets and they try to follow Lucy’s gaze, the slight nod of her head, subtly, subtly, subtly.

And then they almost tumble right off the windowsill, because the girl Lucy’s talking about?

The girl who just parked her motorcycle in the lot across from their dorm room, all thick leather jacket and boots and denim and dimples?

That girl is the most beautiful girl Alex has ever seen, and she’s staring right at them.

Alex sends a silent thank you to the queer goddesses that Lucy’s lawyerly aspirations include a military-style commitment to fitness, because somehow, even with her much smaller frame, she manages to grab Alex subtly enough to not make it obvious, strong enough to make sure they don’t splat out of the window.

The girl notices despite Lucy’s subtlety, and she grins.

Her eyes are bright and her dimples are adorable and Lucy mutters a reminder for Alex to breathe.

“Alright there?” the girl calls, and Lucy nudges Alex in the ribs.

“Nice ride,” they call back, and Lucy sits a little straighter, proud of her friend for using… words.

The girl struts over – Alex doesn’t know how to think about her walk as anything other than a confident, almost cocky, strut, and Alex is gone, gone, gone – with a small grin still on her face, a thin backpack slung over both shoulders and her helmet still in her hand.

“You two supposed to be hanging out of your window like that?”

Alex thinks of a lot of possible responses.

You supposed to be so hot amongst unsuspecting queers?

You supposed to be riding that motorcycle on campus? You can cause an accident with how good you look on it.

You supposed to have a voice that sounds like my first kiss and a face that looks like my heaven?

They think of a lot of possible responses, but they only splutter one.

“Sure, we – I mean, no, but pfft, rules? I mean, you rode a Triumph to school, like come on, screw rules, right?”

Lucy grimaces, claps Alex on the shoulder, and swings her legs up and back into their dorm room.

“Well. Good luck with this one,” she says to Maggie with a grin. “I’m Lucy Lane, and their name – if they never get around to telling you – is Alex Danvers. Feel free to stop by any time…”

“Maggie Sawyer,” the girl answers, but her eyes are on Alex’s face, which has gone pale since Lucy used their proper pronouns to introduce them to this gorgeous girl, since Maggie’s eyes traced slowly up and down Alex’s body, taking in their undercut, their flat chest, their boy jeans, their black, short-sleeved henley.

“Well. You kids have fun,” Lucy claps Alex’s shoulder again, and Alex thinks about asking her – begging her – to stay, but Lucy’s hopped back inside before Alex can form words.

“So, college has you so busy that you’re window hanging, Danvers?” the new girl teases. Maggie. Maggie Sawyer.

Alex rolls the name around in their mind, on their tongue, and decide they love it.

They shrug. “I’m usually in the lab.” They point haphazardly in the direction of one of the science buildings. “But I uh… I’ve had a lot going on lately, depression and whatever, and my mom’s been ragging on me more than usual, so I haven’t been doing so great in classes, so they gave me time off from the lab to fix my grades and – shit, I’m sorry, I… I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.”

“They tend to ramble in front of cute girls, Sawyer!” Lucy shouts from inside their living room, and Alex nearly leans in to take a swipe at her, but Maggie just grins.

“They’re lucky I find rambling charming, then,” Maggie calls back with a tilted head and a bright smile.

She used my pronouns. She used my pronouns. She used my pronouns and she’s smiling at me like maybe she can like me and holy shit, is she – she is – oh shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna either kill Lucy or get her a car or something as a thank you…

Because Maggie is swinging her backpack off her back and gingerly placing her helmet on top of it on the ground, and she’s arching an eyebrow.

“Want some company up there, Danvers?” she asks, holding up a hand, and Alex gulps, and Alex leans down to grasp it.

They both inhale sharply at the other’s touch, at the strength in the other’s grip. At the spark, the heat, that shoots through both of their bodies on contact.

Alex tugs her up easily, and Maggie situates herself next to them on the window ledge.

“So your parents have hella painful expectations of you too, huh?” she asks, her voice deliberately light.

“Just my mom. My dad, he uh… plane crash.”

“Oh shit, Danvers, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to – “

“No. No, it’s okay. Your parents too? Expectations?”

Maggie grins wryly and studies their fingernails. “It’s whatever. But hey – looks like you got yourself a nice roommate.”

“Damn right they do!”

“Oh my god, Lucy!”

“What, am I cramping your non-existent style, Al?”

Alex groans but Maggie just laughs. “She looks out for you,” she says softly after a few moments, like it’s hard for her to believe that people have relationships like that. Friendships like that. Family like that.

Like it’s a foreign concept to her.

Alex runs their hand over the side of their head that’s shaved, and bites the inside of their cheek.

“Do you not? Have people who look out for you?”

Maggie just shrugs. “I’m new here. New to… cities, generally.”

Alex studies her for a moment. “Welcome, then, Maggie Sawyer. Consider yourself looked out for.” They hold out their hand, and Maggie looks wary, like touching them again will catapult her into a world she’s scared to go, terrified to trust, petrified to hope for.

But Alex’s face is kind, and it’s open, and damn, it’s cute as hell.

And cute queers always were Maggie’s weakness.

Or, now, maybe… her hope.

She takes Alex’s hand, and shakes it, and she watches Alex groan good-naturedly when Lucy whoops from inside their living room.

“Can you get your own life?!” Alex calls back inside, not bothering to take their hand from Maggie’s.

“Not when yours is so straight out of a movie!”

Alex blushes and Maggie beams and Alex thinks, for once, that maybe, if this is part of their life movie, that they’re not such a failure after all.

Wearing His Heart on His Sleeve / Jughead Jones

So this went in a ‘little’ bit of a different direction than what I wanted…it’s definitely not my best work but hopefully it’s still okay


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“Look at you all grown up and in love,” Archie teases with a smirk.

Jughead rolls his eyes, his grip on (Y/N) growing slightly tighter. “Whatever,” he mumbles. (Y/N) frowns and casts a look in her boyfriends direction, taking in his expression. 

She could easily see through his seemingly impassive face. Her hand subtly moves from the table to rest over his that was placed on her thigh. 

“Seriously,” Archie laughs, “it’s funny to see Jughead like this. It’s so unlike him.”

Veronica agrees eagerly with a nod, “Completely. But can they get any cuter though?” she asks, turning to the blond beside her. “It’s so obvious how in love they are. It’s written all over their faces.”

(Y/N) and Jughead had been a couple for only a few months but since the dark haired boy had announced their relationship to his friends he had been relentlessly teased. (Y/N) knew they meant no harm but Jughead found it unsettling at times. 

Betty offers them both an apologetic smile. She was the only one in the group who had caught on and understood how Jughead was feeling about their jokes. “Did you guys hear about-”

(Y/N) tunes out from the conversation, grateful for the distraction. “You okay?” she asks Jughead quietly as she squeezes his hand, not wanting to grab anyone else’s attention. 

He nods slightly, turning his hand under hers so he could entwine their fingers. “I guess.”

She frowns at his words, “You guess? That doesn’t sound too reassuring.”

Jughead smiles and brings their hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the back of her hand. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he comments. 

(Y/N) only rolls her eyes, “Of course I’m going to worry,” she counters. “I want you to be happy,” she tells him.

“You make me happy,” he smiles. 

She wants to tell him how cheesy he sounds but his words make her heart skip a beat. “You’re an idiot,” she chuckles, using her other arm to wrap around his as she slides closer to him, pressing her side against his. 

“What are you two lovebirds mumbling about?” Archie announces, turning the conversation back to the couple opposite him. 

(Y/N) sticks her tongue out in response to him but Jughead’s smile was long gone as a frown fills his features. “Nothing you need to know,” she tells him. Jughead tries to loosen her hold of him but she only grips his arm tighter, shooting him a daring look. He sighs and falls back against the seat, taking her with him. 

“Did you two want to come with us?” Betty asks before taking a sip of the drink in front of her.

“Where to?” (Y/N) asks, completely lost.

“To Veronica’s place,” Archie informs them. 

(Y/N) looks up at Jughead to get a read on his thoughts. She gives him a kind smile and gently shakes her head as a reply to her friend. “Nah, I think we’ll stay here,” she says turning back to them.

Archie’s smirk returns as he wiggles his eyebrows which causes (Y/N) to chuckle. Sensing her boyfriends gaze she quickly smothers them by covering her hand over her mouth and tries to play them off as a cough.

“Alright then,” Veronica says, rising to her feet as she slides out of the booth. Betty follows her and moves to stand by her side. 

“We’ll see you later then,” Archie declares, finally getting up. “You two kiddies have fun,” he laughs, gripping Jughead’s shoulder as he walks by them before exiting. 

The two girls standing offer their goodbyes before following the redhead out of the diner. 

Jughead releases a groan and rests his head against his forearm that was across the table. “I’m so over this,” he mumbles.

(Y/N) smiles at her boyfriend and removes one of her arms from his to his back. She gently rubs comforting circles over his shirt and he soon releases a sigh of content.

“Why can’t it always be like this?”

“Like what?”

“Where it’s just you and me,” he says. “I would much prefer that a lot of the time.”

(Y/N) snorts at his words but nevertheless nods in agreement. “Sometimes I wish for the same thing.”

“Only sometimes?” he questions, peering up at her from the table.

She shrugs, “Other times I do enjoy their company a bit.”

Jughead scowls, “I’m not enjoying their company now.”

(Y/N) pokes his back to gain his attention once more, “If Archie’s really getting to you, just tell him to stop. You know he will, you just need to let him know that his words are bothering you.”

He shakes his head, “There’s no point. It will blow over.”

(Y/N) clicks her tongue, “That’s what you said last week, Jughead,” you say seriously. “You really should say something…you’re clearly not okay with it.”

“Maybe,” he sighs. She doesn’t say anything in reply, only continues to run her fingers along his back.

The couple weren’t that affectionate in public to begin with, but any sign of Jughead being remotely open about his feelings for (Y/N)-and Archie was there with some form of a comment or smirk. 

(Y/N) loved when he expressed himself and it made her upset that he was more reluctant to now around other people because of his friend. It made her more upset that he wasn’t being honest with Archie. She knew how the supposedly innocent banter was all in good fun-but she hated to see Jughead so tense around his friends.

“Come on,” she whispers finally, removing her hand off him.

“Where are we going?” he groans. 

“Home.”

Jughead moves back so he was sitting up and turns to face her. “Your place?” he questions, his forehead screwing up as his confusion fills his features. 

(Y/N) smiles and nods, reaching her hand out to stroke his cheek gently, “You ready to go?” 

Jughead pulls away so he could stand, he holds a hand out and (Y/N) takes it with a grin before guiding him out of the diner and towards her house. 


Entering the student lounge, (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief as she caught sight of her boyfriend standing against the wall. Without hesitation she makes her way to him and wraps her arms around him, hiding your face in his chest. 

Conversation around her faded but she didn’t pay attention. (Y/N) only wanted Jughead. His arms wound around her waist and he held her until she pulls back to look him in the face.

“You alright?” he asks, moving the hair out of her face.

(Y/N) shook her head, “I am going to fail,” she mumbles.

Jughead smiles softly and one of his hands moves up the length of her body until it rests on her shoulder, “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. But if you need help I can go over the work with you.”

(Y/N) didn’t get to reply. Archie had spotted the pair as he entered the room and made his way towards them. “Morning you two,” he says. “And what is my favourite pair up to now?”

(Y/N) moves slightly, taking a step closer to her boyfriend who’s hands had dropped from her. “Nothing,” she smiles softly. “What’s up?”

Archie crosses his arms as he leans against the wall beside his dark haired friend. “Not much. Betty wanted me to ask you two if you wanted to join us outside.”

Jughead shakes his head, “We’re going to head over to the library,” he informs him. “We have some studying to do.”

“Studying, huh?”

The boy rolls his eyes, “Yes. Actual studying.”

“Alright then,” he says, his tone sounding as though he didn’t believe Jughead. “As you were then,” he smirks, pushing off the wall and moving away from them.

Jughead releases a sigh before wrapping an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder, “If you think I’m actually going to study this…atrocity you are deeply mistaken, my love,” she declares. 

“I figured. But we will work on it soon. We can’t have you stressing over it.”

“Why did you tell Archie we’d be in the library then?”

He shrugs and pulls her closer to him again, resting his chin on her head as she too wraps her arms around him. 

Jughead rolls his eyes at his redheaded friend who sends a wink in his direction followed by a small smile, which expressed all the happiness and pride he had for his friends, before leaving the lounge. 

anonymous asked:

Can you do a jealous Justin imagine, were they're at like a party and Montgomery flirts with the reader and Justin gets angry? Love your blog btw❤❤❤

Aw thanks for liking the blog! Sure thing, hope you like it ~

900 words, Justin Foley/fem!reader

“Justin, you know I don’t like parties  especially if it’s one of Bryce’s.” 

“Babe, just stick by me, you don’t even have to talk to my friends if you don’t wanna. Just relax, get drunk and have a good time.” he reassured you with a kiss on the forehead. You both got out of his car and made your way through the house, Justin getting welcomed by nearly everyone. You waved at a few people but otherwise kept your head down and your hand in Justin’s. 

Once you got to the patio he left you by the pool to go and get you drinks. You’d begged him to stay, or to let you go with him, but he just brushed you off and said to enjoy yourself. 

Knowing he’d get caught up in some partying, you calmly sat down on a lounge chair, gazing up at the clear skies that were dotted with stars, managing to block out the noises of the party -  and the noise of Montgomery taking the chair next to you, beer in hand.

“What’s up, y/n?” he exclaimed, bringing you out of your thoughts. 

Oh Jesus here we go

“Not much, Monty, just waiting for Justin,” snapping at him dismissively, you really didn’t want to be caught up in Montgomery’s advances. 

“You look really hot tonight, you know that? I mean you look hot all the time but-”

“Is ‘hot’ the only word you could find to describe me?” You laughed in your head at how he fumbled for a save, glad you’d stumped him. 

“No, not at all, there’s so many words to describe you beautiful you are… and my god, you’d look even more beautiful in between my legs…” there was no witty comeback to this, Monty towering over you, leaning down to trap you in the chair with his arms either side of you. 

“Monty please get off of me - MONTY!” you cried out when he leaned down to try and kiss you. At the sound of you yelling, Justin dropped the drinks and came running. 

“What the fuck is going on? What the fuck did you do to my girl?” 

“Listen Justin, I was just talking to her and she totally freaked out, I mean-” Rage clouded over Justin’s face as he grabbed Monty by the shoulders and backed him up against the house. 

“Bullshit, Montgomery. My girl wouldn’t do that if you weren’t being a dick - so what’d you do, huh?” 

“Justin, please don’t hurt him, he just started hitting on me that’s all.” People were staring, and you didn’t want Justin to make a scene (no matter how much you wanted Monty punched in the face).

“It’s alright, baby, I won’t hurt him,” he loosened his grip on Monty, allowing him to slide out from between your boyfriend and the brick wall. Justin’s eyes followed him as he sauntered back into the house, nearly loosing his shit when Monty stole a glance back at you. “The hell are you people staring at?” 

“Justin, please, let’s just go get drinks, huh. Calm you down?” he ran a hand down his face which was still laden with anger. You took him by the forearms and gave him a look which let him know that all was well, but it wasn’t. You wanted to let Justin get angry and Monty but you didn’t want a scene, Or to be the people that started a fight at one of the biggest parties of the year. 

“Fine, whatever, lets go inside. You can come with me this time.” he smoothed his hand down your back before snaking his arm around your shoulders, which were even more hunched now you had to go inside and face more people that were just like Monty. 

***

“All he did was try and kiss you, you bitch!” shouted someone that was sitting on a love seat, Monty on the floor below it, glaring at you and Justin. 

Justin ripped his arm away from you and marched over to where Monty sat, smugly, on the floor. In one motion your (way too angry for words) boyfriend hauled him up from the fluffy white carpet and slammed him into the wall, causing a picture to slide down and smash. 

“Justin! What the hell, dude, careful with my shit!” Bryce called from the French doors, he’d obviously heard the commotion. 

“Not until I’m done with this scumbag.” he growled, pulling his arm back and smacking it, right into Monty’s nose. He let go and caused the bleeding boy to slide down the wall, completely dazed. 

“You stay the fuck away from my girl, and anyone else’s… you hear me?” Justin turned and walked back to you, hugging you tightly as you held back laughter at the reality that your boyfriend had just nearly knocked someone out for you. 

Back in the car, as you both decided it was better to steer clear of that scene for a while, Justin kissed you tenderly and enveloped you into his arms. It was a little uncomfortable to lean over from the passenger side, but worth it to feel his comforting touch. 

“Sorry my friends are assholes, babe.” 

“It’s fine, so long as you never get that way.” 

“I promise, I’m no hypocrite.” He pulled away from the hug and leaned his forehead against yours, before you pulled each other into the back seat…

re: [quest] Chapter 4 “sponse”

Hello!! So … before we get to it, here’s my explanation of what I’m up to with re: quest. So far, I’ve been BURIED in school and, as far as translations go, have mainly been chipping away at outlines/summaries as well as my tagging system to make things as convenient for you guys as I can. But, at the same time, I thought I should give you some kind of content to get the ball rolling! So I spent all day yesterday and today fleshing out my translation for Part 1 of Chapter 4, “Sponse” (I’m pretty close with the rest of the chapter too – just have lotsa editing to do). This chapter is about Hori Chie and Tsukiyama Shuu and is very cute (happy birthday the other day, 2/25, to Hori, btw!!)♥

About my tagging system and overall formatting: so far, my links for desktop are all set. This post will have Part 1 of the chapter in full under the cut (mainly for mobile users). While posts like this will have as much content as I can include in them, I’ll be using posts primarily as way of announcement for updates. All of the translation content will be on my blog’s Quest Navigation Page, which can also be accessed through my translations page on the main navbar (I am aware that these links don’t work for mobile – that’s why I’ll try to put as much content as I can in posts. The issue is that I can’t guarantee content in posts will stay available). Finally, a disclaimer: I’d encourage anyone invested in the Tokyo Ghoul series to buy the official copies of this light novel and its official translations when they are released in your area to support the authors and publishers.

Thank you everyone for your patience and please please please, don’t hesitate to send me corrections/suggestions/asks and messages about this project! It’s a big work in progress, and there will definitely be some mess-ups on my part, but my hope is that we can all enjoy some more of Quest. It’s pretty awesome. – koko♥

Chapter 4: Sponse Part 1
TL: As we all know and love, occasionally Tsukiyama throws in English or French words when he’s talking. Anything he says that’s written in Roman letters in the original Japanese text, I will both italicize and underline. All other emphatic markings only for conveying their own regular emphasis.

   “Alright, now take a picture, of me!”
   “Nahh,” Hori replied, and the conversation was over in 3 seconds. She was watching through the coffee shop’s big windows at the shopping street where people came and went, housewives buying things for dinner and hoisting bulky eco-bags on their shoulders.
   Hori looked like an uncomfortable elementary school student in the chic and relaxed coffee shop where she sat. However, inside, she was already at the level of a college student. Well, actually, she almost never went to college, as she roamed from east to west as a “free camera-man” with her camera, her one hobby, always by her side.

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The Least I Can Do (Part 2)

Originally posted by humans-are-so-overrated-moved

Summary: The reader tries to go on her date with Jensen but it’s harder than she thought it would be…

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Oh boy, this one got away from me a bit…


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Never Trust a Guy With a Metal Arm

Summary/Request: Hello again!!! Here I am with a new request Buckyxreader. The reader is Peter Quill’s younger sister, she can control electricity and is part of the Guardians of the Galaxy. During a patrol, she, Rocket and Baby Groot fell on Earth and the Avengers found they. The team bring they at the tower for the reader, finally, call to Quill. Bucky is impressed with her powers he meets her and starts to like her, but Rocket and Baby Groot are really protectors. It’s a little long but is this! Thank you! ( @mimisari234 )

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Nope i don’t think

A/N: I couldn’t have got this done without @winterxblood and her inspirational gif


“See? This is why I don’t like you driving my Milano!”

Peter scowled at you as he tried to shake off the restraints from his wrists and ankles.

The four of you were on duty somewhere beyond the galaxy. Having time to spend, you decided to gear up and start your brother’s Milano so the team would get to your destination faster, without having to wait for the ship to cool and start.

You thought it was smart, but Peter, on the other hand, thought the opposite. You insisted on driving and before you knew it, you crashed the ship on rocky grounds in the middle of god knows where.

 The group was immediately taken into a big truck where several people bound you at the wrists, ankles, and even took your weapons. You had a shock collar on in case you’d try your powers on the poor people. They obviously knew who you guys were.

“My apologies, brother for trying to help you out back there.” You huffed, resting your head on the cool surface of the vehicle’s wall.

“How thoughtful of you.“

“Where are they taking us, anyway?” Rocket asked. The four of you rocked back and forth in the car, trying your hardest to see what was on the other side of the driver’s spot. Groot shook in his tiny space in the little glass jar he was in, banging on the walls which clearly didn’t help.

“Hey, asshole,” You shouted out the window to the driver. “Where are you taking us?” Nudging your elbow to bang on the cement. The man in the uniform said nothing, only to glare at you through the mirror and shut the door.

“Thanks a lot, Y/N.” Peter rolled his eyes. You kicked his combat boots with yours.

“If only Gamora was here, she’d side with me and I’d have you kick your-“

The vehicle stopped in a halt, causing the four of you to roll and accelerate in opposite directions on the floor. You groaned slightly as your back hit a wall. The large doors opened, sunlight shining through the green scenery in the background. You pushed your body to sit up, back leaning against the wall again but only to be dragged out harshly.

You, Peter, and Rocket were now held up by numerous people who seemed to be dressed in blue stealth suits. One person held Groot (who was safe in his jar) as they followed you into a big complex.

Looking around, you got a glimpse at the scene surrounding you. This place looked familiar, you thought. Clearly it wasn’t from your former planet, but the planet you came from.

The big building was grey, a few stories high with a garage at the bottom. It was in the middle of a nice open green area where trees surrounded it, a big ‘A’ was labeled at the front. You saw people who looked like they were being trained all lined up to the right who were being instructed by their trainer, another building which looked like a storage space in the back, and numerous recruits surrounded the area.

“Let us go..” You heard Peter say from behind you. You saw him struggle in his restraints as the agents were trying to keep him still.

“Peter, stop moving.” You hissed as you entered the building. You looked up in awe when you were greeted with various jets plastered on a second stage, computers and tactical gear all around.

“Holy shi-“

“Is this?” Rocket asked.

“Cap.” An agent spoke. They nodded at the man who was now walking in front of them, dressed in a casual blue shirt with a brown leather jacket and jeans.

“Good lord.” You whispered to yourself.

The agents pushed the four of you to follow the blonde man into a secluded area. They sat you down in chairs, Groot on the table.

Once everyone was settled, the man spoke. “You can release them now, guys.” He said. The agents obliged as he smiled politely at them, shooing them off to leave.”

“Driving an aircraft into a privately owned land, I see?” The man asked, looking up at the projection in front of him. “Do you know why you’re here? Where you are?”

“The mighty Captain America, Steve Rogers.” Rocket smirked, rubbing his wrists. “Y’know, you could’ve let your men handle us a bit more with care.” He joked. Steve nodded.

“New complex, I see?” You asked, turning to a few others who stepped into the briefing room.

Steve was about to speak until another man spoke for him. You could recognize him, these people, anywhere. “That’s right, space girl. Proudly paid for by the one and only.” The man winked as he took a seat.

“Holy. That-This is Tony Stark!” Your brother exclaimed. “Big fan of you.” He smiled, shaking Tony’s hand.

A man with long hair and a metal arm took a seat next to you. He gave you a smile as you met his eyes, you doing the same as Groot climbed up your jacket and onto your shoulder, frowning at the man.

“Easy now.” You whispered.

Chatter started in the room as everyone sat down. “Alright, everyone settle down.” Steve announced. Once everyone was quiet, he started to speak. “My name, as you know, is Steve Rogers. My fellow Avengers and I have brought the four of you here because we want to announce something to you.” He explained.

Your files started appearing in a row in the middle of the table for everyone to see, projected on the little device. “We know you four, and all of the others up there.” Steve nodded as he looked at the screen.

“Flying raccoon, large-“ Tony looked at Groot who was held on your shoulder. “Small tree man, and two twins, basically.” He explained.

You frowned. “Fair enough.”

“We know what you guys have done. Your powers, abilities..” Steve explained. “Especially you, Y/N.” He smiled.

Tony stood from his spot, swiping the hologram. “Which is why we brought you here to recruit you. Of course, we were gonna send a ship to get you, but conveniently, you decided to wreck the land and show up.”

“Yeah about that,” You laughed. “Terribly sorry about that. You see, my brother and I-“

“Oh, we’re not looking for an apology, Quill. All we ask is for your assistance. Stay here on earth, train with us, earn your badges as an Avenger.”

“I mean, we would have to think about it first.” Peter interrupted. “We can’t just leave the planet for another team.” He sighed.

“Well, just know that you’re always welcomed here.”




And so you were. With four months of training again, your team decided to leave the galaxy for a while and come back to earth to help earth’s mightiest heroes. You got to know the team within the months, them becoming like your new family. It took time to adjust, but with a few bonding sessions and common interests, you were able to adjust quickly.

It was a nice day outside, so you and your friend, Wanda decided to train outside of the compound. You got along with her the most, since you two had powers that were useful together during battle. Tony joked how the colors of your powers went well.

You saw Peter training with Clint and Bucky on the grass, Rocket sat down on a nearby tree with Groot as he stared down at the man with the metal arm. You rolled your eyes.

“So, you got any missions this week?” You asked Wanda as you held your fingers up to attack her. She blocked your electricity with her powers, as you went back and forth on the grass.

“Nope. I’m free until Tuesday. I do have to train the newest mutants, though.” She sighed. “You?”

“Yeah.” You said, pausing quickly to attack her forcefield. “I’m suppose to go on a mission with Barnes tomorrow.” You smiled, a blush creeping up on your neck.

Wanda gasped, walking towards you to counterattack. “No way! You and Barnes?”

“I know right..” You smiled. “I’ve never gone on a mission with him. Hell, we don’t even talk to each other. I don’t think he’s ever seen me in action.”

“What do you think of him?” She smirked, noticing your blush as she floated in the air, you on the ground. “Oh, Y/N…” She teased, reading your mind as you laughed out.

“I’m excited, honestly.” You said as she lowered herself on the ground. “That’s why Rocket and Groot are..You know.” You tilted your head to see them.

You noticed Bucky sparring with your brother. He was in a black long sleeved shirt and jeans, barefoot as his hands were wrapped. You bit your lip as you watched him in action, rejoicing in your head as you got to see what he can actually do. Your eyes began to turn a light blue, signaling all your energy being built up.

You didn’t notice Wanda talk to you, but when you weren’t responding, she sent you flying back onto the grass, back up against the tree Rocket and Groot were on. She floated towards you, smiling as you groaned out.

“What was that for?” You frowned.

“I didn’t say we were done.” She smiled, holding a hand to help you up.

“I hate you.” You said, grabbing her arm to send a small bolt of electricity through her, causing her to punch your arm.

“Nice powers there.” A voice spoke from behind you. You turned around to see Bucky smirking down at you, unwrapping his arms and tossing the remains into his bag. He called for a break with Peter and Clint as they walked off into the compound, Wanda following behind.

“Thanks.” You smiled. “I could’ve done better. Probably send her off flying first.” You laughed.

Bucky smiled at the trail you left on the floor. “Took it hard, huh?”

“That’s Wanda.” You shrugged. “So, you ready for our mission tomorrow?” You asked him, leaning against the tall tree as you watched him pack up.

“Definitely. I’ve never been on one with you alone, though. I’m somewhat scared at what you could do.” He winked up at you, sending butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“So you should. Your powers are amazing and come in handy with any enemy that come in contact with us. You and Wanda especially.” He said, slinging his bag over his shoulders.

“You too, soldier. Amazing combat training skills, a metal arm… Good with a gun and knives.” You raised your eyebrow. He walked toward you to listen closer. “Electricity does wonders with metal. You should be careful.”

“That so?”

“Mhmm.” You looked up at him, his chest meeting yours under the big tree. “But sometimes it can help out defeat the opposing team.”

“How strong is this electricity of yours?” He asked, arm resting on the trunk.

You smirked, slowly taking the knife out from his holster along his waist. You threw it at a nearby tree, and as it hit the trunk, you held your hand up to conjure your strength, sending the tree to cripple right then and there as it slowly started to send in sparks.

“Shit.” he muttered, looking at the tree.

“I’ll buy you a new one, don’t worry.”

He only smiled down at you, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

We exist, you know!” A voice called from above you. You rolled your eyes to see Rocket come down and climb up your arm to rest on your shoulder. Groot did the same and sat in the pocket of your jacket.

You sighed, smiling as you met Bucky’s gaze at the creatures on you. “They’re a little over protective. Only want me to engage in contact with men in the galaxy.”

“I can see that. They’ve been eyeing me for the last two hours.” Bucky said. “Especially him.” He pointed at the raccoon who slowly frowned.

“If you do anything to her, boy I swear I will rip-“

“Rocky!” You shouted, pulling his tail. “Be nice.”

Bucky smirked, guiding you into the compound again, greeting others as they walked by you.

He walked you up into the elevator, which took you to the avenger’s rest areas and walked you to your room. You let Rocket inside as Groot sat peacefully in your pocket.

“You know, you really gotta tell me more about yourself, and your friends.” Bucky spoke. “I’m interested.”

“Well me and Peter were originally from here so we’re not any different from you guys.” You spoke. “These guys, however, are obviously different, but we’ll get to that some other time.” You smiled, taking Groot’s small hand to place him on your shoulder. He hid behind your ear.

“Maybe after our mission I can take you somewhere where we can talk about that.” Bucky offered. “Maybe somewhere in New York?”

“That sounds nice.” You agreed. “Yes, definitely. Without any distracting animals or guns and knives..”

“Great! I’ll see you in a few hours then.” He winked, placing his hands in his pocket.

“Will do.”

You walked into your quarters and sat down with a smile on your face next to Rocket. You laid your head back on the couch, sighing in content before you felt eyes on you.

“What?” You asked, meeting rocket’s eyes.

“Never trust a guy with a metal arm.”

Alex’s Sorting

Prompt from the lovely @iamdeltas – “Maybe something about when they first get sorted into their houses, and Alex is really upset about being in Slytherin.”

(Note: in this minific, Kara came to live with the Danvers a few years earlier than she did in canon, so before Alex was sorted.)


Eliza would have been most pleased with Ravenclaw.

“Oh, the good you can do with that mind of yours, Alex, why would you ever put that to waste?”

Alex supposes Eliza would be okay with Gryffindor, too, because even though that’s the House for those “hard-headed ruffians would put brawn and ego before brains and forethought,” a little bravery would help her protect Kara better, wouldn’t it?

And hell, herself.

Though that never seemed to be a consideration of Eliza’s.

Hufflepuff?

Eliza just wouldn’t believe it. And, frankly, neither would Alex.

Before Kara came to live with them, she thought of herself as a toss-up between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Her father always was telling her how selfless she was. How willing to put other people before herself. The way she loved, hard, fierce, with everything she had.

And she had a lot.

But then Kara came to live with them, and Eliza cornered Alex into being a third parent for her little sister, and then Jeremiah…

Everything she’s had to be, everything she’s had to bury, everything she’s had to become…

She’s got no chance at Hufflepuff, now.

She knows that.

But Slytherin?

Eliza would send a Howler for sure.

Because “Alexandra, it’s a disgrace to this family, to have such hatred in our midst” and “don’t you know their reputations, Alexandra, how could you possibly embrace those parts of yourself?” and “what on earth will Kara do when she gets to Hogwarts? Because they certainly won’t accept her into that elitist House of yours.”

Alex won’t comment on the irony. It’s always useless, anyway.

She’s useless.

Useless, because the Sorting Hat hears her pleas for Ravenclaw.

“Well you certainly have the brains for it. My my, what smarts there are in here.”

But that’s not all the Hat has to say.

“But courage, too, oh my dear, the courage of a lion indeed.”

And the damn Hat still isn’t done.

“So much buried in such a young heart; so much determination to do right by your sister, your mother, the memory of your father… Slytherin would serve you well, you know – oh, now now, resistant to the idea, I see – they’ll teach you to look out for yourself, you know, and the people you love, instead of looking out for the people you love at the cost of your own life – “

And it’s that.

That idea – the idea that she can protect Kara, and also, somehow, learn to look out for herself, too – that makes Alex’s brain buzz. That makes Alex’s heart leap.

That makes the Hat crack into a muffled smile and shout, “Slytherin!”

But she still cries in the bathroom.

Still cries when she slips away from the other first years, because she knows, lord, she knows, that when the owl post comes in the next morning, it is not going to be pretty.

Hogwarts was supposed to be her escape.

And now it’s just going to be something else she’s done wrong.

“Hello?”

The voice is small and the voice makes her crying stop cold. Makes her freeze and makes her heart do something she’s never felt before.

“What?” she snaps from inside the stall, and she thinks maybe the Hat was right about her, after all.

“It’s Danvers, right?”

“Who’s asking?” she snaps again, but even she can hear that her words are muffled by snot, by tears, by agony.

“Uh, sorry, I don’t mean to get in the way. I um… I’m Maggie. Sawyer. Maggie Sawyer. And I saw you slip away from the other Slytherins and I thought maybe… I thought maybe you could use a friend. Or something.”

Alex scoffs, still inside the stall, still not able to put a face to this name.

But she does remember the name.

And it figures, it really does.

“Hufflepuff, huh?”

She can’t see the girl, but she can feel Maggie bristle, can hear it in her voice.

“That a problem?”

Alex cracks a smile, and she’s glad this Hufflepuff girl can’t see. She rubs her eyes and she wipes her nose on the sleeve of her robe, and she unlocks the stall.

Her heart leaps, and she’s not quite sure why.

The girl is pretty. The girl is more than pretty.

She’s got these deep eyes, and this cute ponytail under her hat, and she’s got these adorable dimples. Alex can tell because the girl – Sawyer – smiles when Alex pops out of the stall.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“So is it a problem? Me being a Hufflepuff?”

“Not if it’s not a problem that I’m a…”

“Is that why you’re crying?”

“I’m not crying.”

Maggie just looks at her, and somehow there’s no judgment on her face.

“Well, I don’t know much about… all this. But I met this boy, James – he got sorted into Gryffindor, we sat together on the train – and he says sometimes Slytherins are the bravest and smartest and most selfless people. That you can’t tell who someone is by the color of their tie.”

“You’re a strange one, Sawyer – anyone ever tell you that?”

Maggie chuckles, like she knows Alex means it like a compliment – because she does.

“Only every day.”

They giggle softly, almost sadly, and they jump when the bathroom door opens.

“Oy! First years, aren’t you supposed to be with your Prefects?”

“I… I got sick. Too much pudding at the Feast. Threw up. Sawyer was helping me.”

The strikingly beautiful, older girl in Gryffindor robes, with a gleaming Head Girl badge, arches a careful eyebrow, like she knows Alex is lying, but she doesn’t mind.

“Alright you two. Come on, I’ll show you to your common rooms. Well, as far as I can go through the dungeon, anyway, for you – Danvers, is it? – and to the kitchen for you. Sawyer, right?”

“Yeah. Um, thank you…”

“M’orzz. M’gann M’orzz. Come on then. You can continue this risque inter-House friendship in the morning.”

Alex gulps, and Maggie does the same.

Friendship.

Ten minutes ago, the thought was relatively foreign to both of them.

Now?

Now, the morning is suddenly something to look very much forward to.

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 

Hands off

Originally posted by bangtanbighit

Request:
Heey can you do one scenario or text about a jealous tae tae? One guy flirts with his s/o but she hates it?

[I’m sorry if it seems a little rushed]

A night out is what you wanted.

Just a nice date out in the town and out of your apartment. It’s has been awhile since you and taehyung ha actually been on an actual date so you were quite eager when he had called you up to go out. He didn’t say what you’d be doing but nonetheless you were still excited. 


It was almost dark out but the city lights were already shinning so prettily on the streets and the people that crowded it. You smile softly just by the sight of it. Taehyung glances at you and can’t help but smile to. “What are you smiling about?” he says now looking at you.” You face him ”Why are you smiling Keep your eyes on the road,” you turn his face with your finger. “I’m just happy to be spending time with you tonight,” taehyung’s hand reaches for your’s and holds it with a gentile grip. “Me to.”

You two were finally out the car and walked along the pavement passing by all the small shops . “What are we doing?” you asked looking around you. “Well I was hoping that we’d get some food first and then maybe whatever comes to mind after that.”

“This date was unplanned wasn’t it?”

“Yeah pretty much.” 

You laughed with taehyung and hugged his arm, “How about we just stop here for a quick bite,” you pointed at the Korean BBQ that sat between a cafe and Ice cream shop. “You sure you don’t want ice cream?” “I don’t think frozen dairy will fill us up,” you chuckled.

You walked in the BBQ and quickly settled in a booth by a window. Taehyung leans over just a bit to hold your hands and hums with what seemed to be satisfaction. “Ah I’m glad we’re finally out,” a sigh of relief of left his lips. “I know it’s been awhile,” “I’m sorry we haven’t spent time together,” you smiled warmly at your boyfriend “It’s ok-” your assuring words were cut off when a waiter came up to your table with a notepad and pen ready at hand. 

He asked if you were ready to order but since you were distracted with taehyung you two sent him off with an order of your drinks.

“We should probably pick something out, we don’t wan to keep him waiting when he gets back.”


After a nice meal taehyung got up and left to use the bathroom leaving you to scroll through your phone. After a minute or two you received a message from him.

[8:36 PM] TaeTae: Ugh there’s a line 

[8:36 PM] TaeTae: Think you can wait?

[8:37 PM] You: lol it’s fine we’re in no rush

After pressing send someone clears their throat and you looked up to see a young man standing by your table. “Yes?” you said politely thinking that maybe he needed something. 

“Hello,” he gives you a smile and bows slightly. “Oh, um hi?” your brow raised a bit. “I couldn’t help but notice that you were here alone,” “I’m actually here with-” he cuts you off “Is is ok if I sit here?” Before you could protest he takes the seat in front of you. “So what’s a pretty lady like you doing here all alone?” He smirks at you and with that alone you were starting to feel uncomfortable. “I’m here with my boyfriend,” you stated. 

He cocks a brow “Boyfriend huh? I don’t see him around,” “well he’s busy at the moment,” you said. “You’re very cute you know that,” his words made you cringe. “Listen I don’t mean to be rude but I would really like to be left alone.”

He ignores you completely and calls over a waitress to order himself and you a drink. You took this opportunity to text taehyung

[8:52PM] You: babe, we need to go now…

“Hey what are you doing there?” You looked up from your phone and narrowed your eyes at him. “That’s none of your business.” “aren’t being a bit rude to me baby, i only want to get to know you.” You rolled your eyes.

[8:54 PM] Taetae: Um ok but  why?

You read the message and quickly replied

[8:54 PM] You: Just meet me by the front.

You got up from your seat and tried walking past him but he stood up blocking your path. “Where are you going I still want to talk,” “well I don’t.” you tried to pass him but he kept blocking you. “Don’t be like that please,” he begged playfully only to have you scoff at him.

What you didn’t know was that taehyung was watching the scene play out just for a bit when he walked out to see what was going on. The man reached for your hair and tried for your waist but you slapped his hands away not letting him touch you. After seeing the guy’s intentions towards you his eyes darkened and marched right over to you. There was no way in hell he was letting him get away with this.

“Hey what the hell do you think you’re doing!” You spin around hearing taehyung’s deep voice. A wave a relief hit you once seeing your boyfriend but a small chill ran through your body seeing his dark eyes. You knew right then and there he wasn’t happy.

The man looked at taehyung with slightly narrowed eyes. “This has nothing to do with you pretty boy,” “This has a lot to do with me when you’re messing with my girlfriend.” 

Taehyung stepped up to the guy eyeing him with an intimidating glare. “You don’t scare me,” he said trying to hide the slight shakiness in his voice. You watched as they stood face to face and finally realized the scene they were causing. Your hands made their way onto taehyung’s shoulders as a way to calm him. “Babe let’s just go, this isn’t worth a fight.” Taehyung seemed a bit reluctant to back off meaning that it be some sign of weakness but he knew you were right. 

He took your hand and sighed a little “alright let’s go.” You barely pass the guy before he starts to laugh. “You’re really dating this lame excuse of a boyfriend he couldn’t even fight me how is he going to protect you!” he mocked. “Just come to me baby he ain’t n-” and like that he was on the ground taking a punch to the mouth from taehyung. 

“You were saying,” he looked down at him with a clenched fist. The man scrambled to his feet and rushed out angrily and you grabbed tae’s hand and made a quick escape as well.


The walk back to the car was tense for you felt a bit uneasy with boyfriend all  riled up. 

He scoffs suddenly muttering something about the guy from the BBQ you swear you almost hear him growl. “Tae, it’s fine now he’s not a problem anymore and you should now that his words meant nothing.”

“I know that but that’s not what I’m mad about,” “that bastard was all over you god he was piratically drooling,” he made a sound of disgust. Your mouth formed into a little ‘o’ shape and smirked a little. “So you were jealous?”

“Hell yes I was, i’m not afraid to admit it,” he let out an annoyed groan. “I was beyond angry I’d be damned letting another man touch you.” His arm hugged at your waist bringing you closer to him. “I should hold you like this for now on to let the other guys out there know that they need to keep their hands off you.” You laughed a little a kissed his cheek. 

“baby calm down,” you leaned a little closer to his ear “you know I won’t let another touch me but you,” you say teasingly. 

He chokes on his own air and looks at you with big eyes. “Y/n,” you kissed him “what I’m just saying.”


[Bonus]

Once you finally got back home you and tae sat quietly on the sofa with the tv playing some random movie. 

“This night was ruined,” he pouts. “Tae it’s fine,” you hand runs trough his assuringly. “No it’s not I wanted to have a nice night out with you but that got ruined because of that punk.” He sits up from your lap and nuzzles his head in your neck, his hot breath ticking you a bit. “I want to make it up to you.”

“You don’t have to,” 

“But I want to,” you felt him begin to feather kissed along your neck. “and how are you going to make it up to me,” you bit your lip

He pulls back, a smirk forming onto his lips, “I’ll show you.” and with that he lifts you up and carries you off into your room.

This is probably a little different that what the anon wanted but I hope you still liked it
Much love~💖

Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (3/15)

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

AU Summary: The Avengers try to convince Y/N to stay and join earth’s mightiest heroes, without knowing the specifics of her abilities

Notes: yes i update fast for the first 10 (??) chapters. there might be one more coming in less than 12 hours tbh

 Part 2 | Part 3| Part 4

MASTERLIST


“Are you Lady Y/N?” he asked as soon as he was sure no one else was out to get her. For now, at least.

“I am.” she nodded.

“Then we better hurry.”

“W-wait. I am not going to SHIE—”

But it was too late to turn back since Thor suddenly pulled her close and used his hammer to fly out into the sky.

Her eyes were closed shut the whole time but then when she felt her feet touch the floor, she quickly pulled away from Thor’s tight grasp on her waist. But when she was walking backwards, her back bumped into something firm. Slowly, Y/N turned around and was standing in front of Steve.

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Jackaboy's Sister - Markiplier x Reader

Request: Could you do a Mark x Reader where the reader is Jacksepticeye’s sister and you and Mark meet at a convention and start to flirt or kiss or something and Jack finds out and goes all over protective but ends in fluff.

A/N: I changed up the request a little, but kept the same general idea. I hope I did it justice!

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1762

Being the sister of the famous Jacksepticeye wasn’t always the most fun or easy thing. It seemed like you barely had any privacy anymore. You were exposed. Whenever Sean wasn’t filming, he was documenting the rest of his life through pictures or short videos, and more often than not you were in them.

You tried to stay out of the limelight as much as possible, especially in the beginning. You’d put your Instagram profile on private, and you denied any requests from his fans adding you on Snapchat. But this just led to his fans complaining that you were anti-social and didn’t care about Sean’s fans. Which was rubbish. You were so happy  about what his fans had done for him. Hell, if it weren’t for them Sean probably never would have met his girlfriend, Signe.

But still, you wanted more. You didn’t want to be just known as the sister of Jacksepticeye. A few times, new friends or even potential relationships of yours had turned out to be fans of his, just trying to get close to Sean. And this was one of the reasons that you were currently single. You weren’t complaining! You’re a strong woman, and you don’t need anyone in your life romantically to make you feel better about yourself.

Sean, of course, no matter how many times you told him it was okay, felt personally responsible for your status as a single woman. And so he had offered multiple times to get you anything or do anything to make you feel better. You’d rebuffed his attempts so many times, until eventually you gave in, and asked for him to take you along to PAX. It had been a while since you left the country, and you’d always wanted to visit the States, so this was the perfect opportunity.

So after a six and a half hour flight, with Sean paying for your ticket, you ended up in Boston. Despite being there for mostly sightseeing, you were also there to support your brother. And after stopping off at the hotel to drop off your bags, you, Sean, and Signe turned up at the venue for the people behind the event to let Sean know how things were going to go down.

After a mini tech rehearsal, you and Signe went backstage to talk to Sean and his friends. And amongst them, was Mark. You’d met him a few times before, and spoken to him many more times. It started off as sending silly memes to each other, but then it evolved into proper conversations. You found out you had a lot in common, and it turned into text messages occurring almost every day. Occasionally the odd Skype call. And it was good to actually see him face to face again.

“How are you doing Y/N?” Mark asked when you and Signe joined the group. You nodded, an indication that you were fine. Sean didn’t know how you and Mark had gotten quite close over the past few months, and you’d decided to keep it that way. Despite Mark being one of Sean’s best friends, Sean was still really protective over you. So you didn’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

The group continued to have a conversation, and you stood there, laughing along with every joke that was being made. And every so often, you and Mark would catch each other’s eyes. You weren’t entirely sure what you had, or where this was going, but you did like it. Whatever it was.

The panel was over. Both Sean’s, and Mark’s. You’d found both of them amusing, and now you were hanging backstage. Signe and Sean had gone out to get food along with the others, and that left just you and Mark. Except you had no clue where he was. You’d been looking around for a while now, trying to find him.

After a while, you gave up, sitting down in a chair and taking a sip of water from a bottle one of the backstage people had given you. You took your phone out, ready to send a text to Mark to find out where he was, but then something caught your eye. It looked like someone was crawling around on the floor. After a few more minutes, you realised it was Mark. You stifled a laugh, what on earth was he doing?

You watched him for a while, highly amused. It looked as if he were reliving a Call of Duty mission or something. And it seemed as if he were talking to himself. You got up from your seat and walked over to where Mark had stopped behind a crate. You could still hear him. You walked around the side of the crate, and Mark instantly turned his head to look at you.

“Just making sure you’re okay over here.” You said with a grin. Mark reciprocated your smile, and you looked down, realising what he was doing. He was doing a livestream. It made sense. You didn’t think Mark was going crazy. At least not yet. Thank goodness he was actually talking to real life people.

“I’m fine, Y/N.” Mark said, tilting his phone up so now you were in the cameras view. You gave a quick wave to the millions of fans that were probably watching him act like a fool. “Can’t you see how fine I am?” He spoke again, lightly chuckling. You shook your head, the grin never fading from your face.

“You know, I can tell. You look very fine.” You said. You almost immediately regretted what you said. What you said was supposed to be a compliment, but it had been a long while since you’d tried to flirt with anyone. And saying that in front of all Mark’s fans probably wasn’t the best idea. You felt very awkward. But Mark didn’t seem fazed by what you’d said. At least, not in a bad way.

“Well you look very fine too, Y/N.” He replied. You were so very grateful that you hadn’t blushed. Why did you feel so weird? Did you actually like Mark? You’d suspected you may have feelings for him a few times. But due to the fact that Mark and Sean were friends, you’d pushed it down. And it had worked pretty well, up until now.

“Okay, well, I’ll be over there if you, uh, need anything.” You muttered, smiling a little before you walked back over to the chair you’d been sitting in. You sat down, putting your head in your hands. “What the hell was that, Y/N?” You asked yourself quietly. Oh look, now it was you who was talking to themselves. You sat like that for a while, until you heard someone call your name. You looked up to see Mark.

“Oh, hey!” You said, standing up. “You, um, finished your livestream then.” That’s it Y/N, state the obvious. That’s sure to ease the awkwardness that you created. Mark chuckled.

“Yeah, I did.” He replied. “And, I just wanted to ask you something.” Was it just you, or did he seem nervous? “Y/N, do you like me?” It took all of your energy to not run away from your embarrassment. You knew you shouldn’t have said anything. You sighed and nodded, closing your eyes and preparing yourself for the inevitable rejection.

Except it never came.

“Thank God.” Mark said, making you open your eyes again. You were confused. “Because after all these months, I thought maybe you did, but also I’m a terrible judge of character and I’m the most oblivious person in the world usually. And I’ve liked you for a long time because you’re so beautiful and smart and funny, but I just didn’t know what to do, y'know? I was scared you’d laugh at me and I-”

You cut him off by kissing him.

After he got over his initial surprise, he started to kiss you back. As your lips moved together, you couldn’t help but smile. You were a lot less confused than you had been a few hours ago. At least now you knew where you stood. It was pretty clear what your relationship with him was now.

“What the fuck?” A new voice exclaimed. You knew exactly who it was. You and Mark pulled away from each other. You didn’t open your eyes. Perhaps if you kept them closed, and wished hard enough, Sean would just go away. Just… keep your eyes squeezed shut, and maybe…

“Mark what the heck are you doing with my sister?”

No such luck.

You opened your eyes to see Sean standing a few feet away from you, Signe standing behind him, as if she were there to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid.

“Sean, I-”

“Mark that’s my baby sister!” Sean cut you off “My sister! You can’t just… kiss her! You can’t do that!”

“But Jack, I like her.” Mark said, trying to reason with his friend. “A lot. And I have for a while now.”

“So why keep it a secret, huh?” Sean asked. You honestly couldn’t tell if he was angry or shocked or what. His face wasn’t really conveying anything to you.

“Because we didn’t know how you would react, Sean!” You said. “You’re always going on about how you feel bad that I don’t date anyone, and I was worried if you found out I liked your best friend you would freak! But can’t you just be happy for us?”

Sean paused for a moment, looking away. You saw Signe whisper something in his ear, and he sighed before turning back to you and Mark. He took a few steps forward so he was directly in front of Mark.

“You can be with her. That’s fine. If you make her happy, then it’s all good.” Sean said, sounding eerily calm. “But if you ever hurt my sister. Ever. I will kill you. Understood?

Both your eyes and Mark’s were wide. You’d never seen this side of Sean before. But it was kind of sweet how much he cared. Mark nodded.

“Alright great!” Sean said, a grin suddenly appearing on his face. He started to walk away. “I’ll talk to ya later buddy!” He called over his shoulder. Signe walked up to you quickly.

“I’m glad you finally admitted it. You weren’t exactly subtle. Sean’s just oblivious.” She said with a chuckle. “I’ll talk to you later, Y/N.” She winked before following after Sean.

A few moments of silence.

“So…” Mark said, clearing his throat. You looked at him. “Sean’s kinda overprotective, huh?”

You laughed.