if you were a tiger

A cat person - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: DAMN I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS! Can I request a Sirius x reader where he finds her as animagus (cat) and become super close and always tries to take her to his room and class and everywhere but like.. she can’t and one day decides to tell him?❤️❤️ 

Warnings: Um, I don’t really know. My English, not that great?
Image and Gif aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners.

You had finally achieved the transformation.

You had tried for months, followed every step. Of course, nobody knew. You, however,  had guessed that McGonagall was an exception.
You had to keep a leaf of a Mandrake in your mouth for an entire month and you could honestly say that it sucked. You weren’t able to speak or eat properly and even the last person that you talked to was worried that something was wrong. Lily had even insisted for you to visit Madam Pomfrey. But you managed to escape that. She would know instantly.
Another bummer was that you couldn’t choose your animagus form. If you could, you would very much like to be a lion or a tiger or even a cat. You knew that your form would represent your personality and you liked to think that you, just like a cat, can show all the affection in the world if someone had earned it but was independent and very well self-sufficient. And it was cute.
You had read that your animagus form and your Patronus could be the same. There was an exception, though. Your Patronus could change- so it would represent the soul of your significant other. You didn’t know your Patronus yet but you were quite positive that it would reveal your long-time crush on a certain raven-haired, gray-eyed boy. The crush was formed the very moment you laid eyes on him. But you were not that great when it came to actions. You just sat back while he slept with everyone. Literally everyone. But you didn’t do anything. What could you do anyways?
 So, here you were. Your first transformation.
You felt dizzy-like you had been drinking for a while. Kind of light headed. You looked down. Paws? Small paws? You wanted to squeal in happiness and excitement but all you managed to do was meow.
“Aren’t you adorable?”. Wait. What? You stopped walking because two strong hands picked you up, gently. You wanted to tell them to put you back down that instant but again, you just meowed.
He laughed. Oh, no. You knew that sound. You knew that laugh. Just your luck.
“Fiesty. But adorable” he continued, slightly petting your head, his slender fingers going through your fur. You purred before you could stop yourself. You must have been tiny for him to carry you in his palms.
“How did you end up here, alone?” he asked you and you felt the urge to facepalm. You moved your paws in a way that revealed your annoyance. He smiled and you felt yourself melting under his touch. But why was he outside that late?
“You need a name, don’t you?” he said softly. Not that you didn’t like him being there or that you were complaining. You leaned your head to his fingers. That was all it took. His smile dropped.
“Care to listen?” he simply asked you, his voice strained of happiness. You meowed. He remained still for a moment. You nudged him with your head.
“I have to be in my dorm and you are coming with me”. Was he insane? He was talking to a cat. Did he expect an answer? He chuckled.

His friends were fast asleep and you felt really bad for him. He truly needed someone to listen. He plopped down onto his bed, softly placing you onto his lap. You nuzzled him and purred, rubbing your head against his stomach. He was petting you like it was calming him down.
“Alright, tiger. Here is the deal…”Tiger? Really, tiger? He started telling you about his life and his family and even you wouldn’t call those people family; how he was treated and how he reacted. Eventually, he admitted that he wasn’t carefree and that it hurt him when he was disowned because after all, he was their son, their blood and you saw how hard it was for him. He tried to play it off but you just gave him a sympathetic look and bit his fingers playfully. What did I just do?
You spent all night with him-in your animagus form, of course. At some point he fell asleep, his hands still petting you. You felt torn. You wanted to stay but you had to -
To hell with it.
You carefully moved near his head, curled up in a furry ball and fell asleep. You wanted to show him that someone did care.

That had been going on about a month now. You were staying all night with him and once he got out of the room for breakfast you’d run like hellfire was coming your way. Just to make it in time. The last couple of days though, he had tried to carry you to class with him. Something that was impossible. You would miss the class and all of the professors would know that you were an illegal animagus. Neither were things you were looking forward to.
He, however, had managed to do it yesterday.

You were extremely uncomfortable. You hadn’t managed to stop him from carrying you to McGonagall’s class.Out of all of your professors, it had to be the other cat animagus. You knew she knew the moment she saw you. She smiled to herself.
“Mr. Black what on earth are you carrying?” she questioned him but her voice wasn’t stiff. She actually enjoyed it.
“My cat. Meet Tiger. Tiger, meet Minnie” he proudly introduced you. You were thankful that animals don’t blush.
“Your..cat?” she raised an eyebrow in question. Sirius grinned like a mad man.
“I adopted her” he answered, thinking that Minnie would be proud. And she was. But for a different reason. She just gave him a pointed look and walked away.
“I am not sure you want that kind of relationship with her” she whispered under her breath but you heard it.

You walked into his room. A cat. A cat walked into his room. You had to remind yourself a couple of times that all he ever saw was a cat.
You had learned that he was an animagus too- a black dog, which was the biggest irony in the world- as well as Remus’ secret. Not that you didn’t suspect it earlier. His words came as a confirmation.
He was already inside, looking kind of mad.
“You sneaky little Tiger” he said in a mocking way, pointing you-the cat. You furrowed your eyebrows, wait-not yours per say. You waltzed all the way to him, jumped on his bed and made yourself comfortable on his lap. You gave him a puzzled look or at least that was what you were aiming for. You meowed in protest when he removed you from his lap and almost scratched him.
“You haven’t let me impress her! She is never around when you are. Let me take you to her. PLEASE” he exclaimed with a funny look on his face. Oh, no. He wanted to use you to impress a girl?
You abruptly yet gracefully landed on the floor, making your way out. You really wanted to be alone for a second.
“Wait. No! Don’t go, Tiger” he said and a moment later you found yourself halting. He sounded… broken.
“She is never gonna like me. I mean-ugh!”. You weren’t sure if you should scream because ‘she’ wasn’t you or because he was hurt. But you did value his happiness a bit more than yours, so when he picked you up and petted you, you let him.
“Sure-most girls just throw themselves at me but she is not like that. She is this angelic-like creature; she is radiating. The sun doesn’t stand a chance. Her smile… oh, Tiger… her smile” he trailed off. He had that stupid grin on his face.        He looked cute. You would never have guessed that he could fall so much in love. She was one of the luckiest people on earth to have him swept off his feet- and she didn’t even know. He caressed your small head with affection. Something that you could only gain while in this form.
“I wish I could ask her on a date. Even her name is perfect. Have you ever heard a name so… Y/N. I mean it’s flowing like water- Tiger? Tiger!?”. You had lost your balance and fell down to the floor. Then, before you could think what had just happened, three idiots walked in.
“Still in love with Tiger?” James teased him but petted you while giving you a sweet smile. You, however, could only think of his previous words. Did he really say your name? Like you were that ‘she’?
“No, Prongs. That’s Y/N” Peter said, laughing and you knew that if you weren’t already on the floor you would have fallen.
“Man up and ask her out, Pads” Remus advised him. Bless your soul, Moony!
You run out of their room and made a beeline to yours. You could really use a moment.
 Once you were safely inside your dorm, you changed back to your human self! Finally.
You decided to skip tonight’s meeting and actually leave him a bit alone.
He actually liked you. He liked you. You kept repeating that to yourself but it didn’t seem any less impressive. You thought that you must have done something really good to deserve it.

 You were sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast and cheerfully participating in the conversation that your friends had started. Something about boys. Oh, you thought about boys, alright. One in particular.
 You noticed the group walking in and sitting down next to you. James, of course, sat next to his Lily-flower. You chuckled.
 You could tell that he was staring at you and you felt your heart skip several beats. With all the courage you had muster to find for a second, you turned towards him, smiled brightly. He was taken aback. Your smile only grew bigger.
“Good morning Sirius” you said kindly and very amused.
“H-Hi!” he stuttered out. You held back the urge to chuckle. The great Sirius Black. Everyone’s attention was on you.
“I would love to go out with you” you said nonchalantly while you poured some milk into your coffee. You could hear the gasps coming from everyone. Literally everyone. You looked at him like nothing had happened. He was choking on his breath.
“How- Wha-Uh?” he breathed out completely bewildered.
“A little cat told me” you said, sending him a wink. His eyes almost popped out. You laughed. He was so dense.
“You’re an animagus!” he whispered-yelled, causing you to shush him.
“What can I say.? For a dog, you are quite the cat person” you mocked him, continuing your breakfast, but not before you reached and pecked his cheek.
Little did you know, he was left breathless, bright red and smiling like he had won the lottery. Because in his mind, he had.


10 Days of Bungou Stray Dogs
Day Four: Favourite Scene Atsushi & Dazai’s ability reveal

You came to this city two weeks ago… The tiger also appeared in the city two weeks ago. You were in the Tsunami area four days ago. The tiger was also sighted there four days ago. Remember what Kunikida-kun said? The Armed Detective Agency is comprised of individuals with supernatural powers. Though not a well-known fact, there are quite a few individuals who possess supernatural abilities in this world. Some use their powers to achieve great success, while others fall into ruin as a result of being unable to control their powers. I’m guessing that the orphanage staff knew who the tiger was, but declined to enlighten you. You were the only one who remained ignorant.

+ bonus:

“Are we not gonna talk about the elephant in the room ?” - Batmom x Damian Wayne

A story I worked a lot on (my “main” Batmom origin story) got erased for NO reason from Tumblr, and I got so frustrated I decided to write some fluff. It’s shit fluff, but I needed it. So here, Batmom and Damian stealing elephants and shit, hope you’ll like it : 

(My Masterlist blog : https://www.tumblr.com/blog/ella-ravenwood-archives)



-So…Let me get this straight. You stole the entire circus’ zoo, because you thought the animals were being mistreated ? 

-We didn’t “thought” the animals were mistreated Bruce, they were. 

Bruce Wayne was rarely surprised in his life, being prepared for anything and all that crap…but right now, in front of his wife and son, and a garden full of a lot of different animals, he had to admit…he was a little bit stunned. 

Was that an elephant ? Oh yes, it was totally an elephant. An elephant who was caressing his wife with its trunk. Of course. Why not ?

Like he was actually hugging you with it, and you were totally ignoring it and were focused on telling something to him, even as the damn pachyderm was licking the back of your head. Was this real life ? 

Bruce, focused on the elephant hugging you with its trunk, and licking your head, didn’t listen to a word you were saying, and you noticed. With a smile you turned around and asked “Tiny” (of course the damn gigantic elephant would be call “Tiny”) to please leave you for a little while. The king of Africa didn’t argue, and went to play with your son and…Bruce was loosing it a bit. 

The Hell was going on ? With a voice that was way higher than his usual voice, he asks you, crossing his arms, trying to keep a little bit of dignity : 

-Ho…ho…How exactly did you achieve -he gestures to the bunch of animals in his garden- all that ? 

You smile, and approach him. You take his hands and sits him on a deck chair, brushing a few fingers lovingly on his cheek.

-Well, you see my Broosh, it all started when…


It all started when you saw a poster, taped clumsily on a wall in Gotham Central. It read : “The World’s greatest Circus” and had a picture of acrobats and multiple different animals on it. 

And the one that got your attention, was the elephant. 

He just seemed so sad, being forced on a giant bouncing ball to walk on…You were with Damian, having just picked him up from school when you saw it, and as he noticed the sorrow on your face he got worried : 

-Are you alright mother ? 

You smiled weakly at him and gestured to the circus’ poster. 

-Yes. It’s just…It makes me sad to see such wonderful creatures being used like that you know ? 

You could see the concentration on your son’s face, as he was staring at the poster…There was always a strong connection, between you and Damian. 

Even at the beginning, when he was trying to deny it, to push you away and refuse any motherly action from you toward him…There was something.

And one day, he just wasn’t able to resist that something anymore. 

Yes, there was a strong connection between the two of you since you first met, and you always seemed to understand each other without explaining much what you actually felt. And so, Damian knew what to do. 

-Let’s go free it. 

-Uh ? 

-Let’s go free it mom, bring him home ! 

-Damian, I’m not sure he’ll be much happy in Wayne Manor’s…

-No, I mean, home home. Africa ! 

It only took a few seconds of reflexion, and you were sold. 

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Animal Sleepover - ENFJ & INTP
  • Both: *half-asleep, drawling*
  • INTP: ...I mean... we always said that if you were an animal... you'd be a tiger, right?
  • ENFJ1: *yawns* ...yeah...
  • INTP: ...but...I mean... I'd obviously be a bird, right? ...like,... some really cool... uh...flying... uh...
  • ENFJ1: ...a wha- ...no... no... you... you'd be a... uh...
  • INTP: *blinks to stay awake*
  • ENFJ1: ...you'd be a ... a snake.
  • INTP: ...a ...snake?
  • ENFJ1: *satisfied, nodding* ...yeah...yeah...that's good, yeah...
  • INTP: *wrinkles eyebrows* ...I know you like snakes, so... I'll take that as a... as a compliment... but ...but why?
  • ENFJ1: *raising finger* ...well, see..
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • INTP: ...ENFJ1?
  • ENFJ1: ...no, I'm still... I'm still awake...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...you know how people...underestimate you... because you're small and ...seem so... non-threatening?
  • INTP: ...yeah...I...I guess...?
  • ENFJ1: ...that's it...like if people saw you fighting a bear...uh...metaphorically...most people would say...the bear started it...and is probably....probably gonna win...
  • INTP: ...?
  • ENFJ1: ...but I'd bet ...I'd bet all my money... that you're gonna... gonna strike in just the right moment ...and...and...
  • ENFJ1: *sits up* WHAM!
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: *lies down again, exhausted* ...like...there's such a power in you...that's ...that's hidden...you know what I mean?
  • INTP: ...I dunno...it sounds so ...sneaky and...dishonourable...
  • ENFJ1: *waves hand* No, no, no, no. ...not...not sneaky...
  • ENFJ1: ...like... you know... most of the time... you're just chilling... having a good time...
  • INTP: ...like sunning on a rock...?
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, yeah...like that...but then... if someone is stupid enough... to...to mess with you or if...if you really want something...you...you...
  • ENFJ1: *sits up again, shakes fist* YOU SHOW 'EM!
  • INTP: *snickers*
  • ENFJ1: *lies down again* ...yeah...yeah, you show 'em...
  • INTP: ...like...what kinda snake, though?
  • ENFJ1: ...hm?
  • INTP: ...I mean.. am I...am I ...venomous or...or do I strangle people?
  • ENFJ1: ...you'd be a... a...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • INTP: ...ENFJ1?
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, yeah...I'm... I'm digging...
  • INTP: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...like the ...the pretty green ones...
  • INTP: ...the...uh...
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, uh... a Green Mamba....yeah...that's it...
  • INTP: *mechanically fishes for phone and googles it*
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: *grunts with movement and looks over shoulder*
  • ENFJ1: ...yeah, look... they look all... adorable and... aww with their ...with their big eyes... and... and smiley faces... and...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • ENFJ1: ...
  • INTP: ...and?
  • ENFJ1: ...I need a piss.
  • ENFJ1: *drags half-dead body to toilet*
  • INTP: *reads article on Eastern green mamba*
  • INTP: ...large, tree-dwelling, highly venomous...
  • INTP: ...shy and elusive...
  • INTP: ...green coloration blends in with environment...
  • INTP: ...also been observed to use "sit-and-wait" or ambush predation like many vipers, unlike the active foraging style typical of other elapids...
  • INTP: ...the specific name is derived from the word "cephalicus" which means "head" or "relating to the head"...
  • INTP: ...is solitary...
  • INTP: ...don't always strike, but ... if cornered... may suddenly strike repeatedly in quick succession, often leading to severe envenomation...
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...hm, still not convinced.
  • INTP: ...
  • INTP: ...it can remain in the same location for days at a time, apparently moving most commonly to find food or mates.
  • INTP: ...ah.
  • INTP: ...ah, yes.
  • INTP: ...that sounds familiar.
  • ENFJ1: *comes back, falls into bed*
  • INTP: ...you...*yawns*...you convinced me.
  • ENFJ1: ...that's...that's great...
  • Both: *fall asleep within seconds*
Be mine, angel - Sirius Black x Reader

: Hey sweetie I just read your last Sirius writing and I got the idea of him x reader where she is the most wanted girl in the school but suprisingly doesn’t attend the yull ball and Sirius (bc he loves her) then goes to her room and find her crying?💞💞💞💞 
Warnings: swearing? a bit? My English.
Pic isn’t mine. Credits to its original owner.

It was a bit annoying.  Not that you weren’t enjoying it, but after a while it just became tiring. You had to decline an invitation to a date almost three times a day. Some of them were really persistent; They would ask you out almost every day just to receive a forced smile and a no, no thank you. You were known to be the female version on the school’s heartbreaker, but not exactly. You didn’t sleep around with everyone. Actually, you have never said yes to anyone. And that’s because you only wanted one person. That heartbreaker. His name was a synonym for one-night-stand and other even less complemental things. You, however, never gave a single sign that you were interested. You liked your heart whole and not in pieces, thank you very much.
You were about to join the conversation that was held among your friends-more like Lily being overdramatic about James, but you understood her very well-when someone, a cute Hufflepuff, walked right in front of you.
“Hello” you greeted him. You knew where the whole thing would lead but being rude to someone was not your thing. Well, not always. If anyone, anyone at all was all over your friends for any reason, you were fierce, like a tiger protecting her babies. It was just your nature.
“Hello Y/N” he addressed you kindly. He was really cute, handsome even. There was one problem though. He wasn’t him. It would be really selfish of you to date people like understudies because you couldn’t have the one you wanted. It wasn’t fair.
“Would you like to go out on a date with me? Hogsmeade maybe?” he asked you with hope burning in his eyes. You took a deep breath. It wasn’t exactly easy to decline everyone.
“You are sweet. Thank you, really. But I have to say no. Sorry” you said sweetly, with a sympathetic smile. You really didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. He smiled back at you, a bit sad.
“It’s okay. See you” he waved you goodbye while he was walking away. You hmphed. You hadn’t noticed that the guys were standing right behind you, having witnessed the whole scene. Therefore, when you turned around, expecting to find Lily and Marlene, you slightly jumped in surprise.
“Hello, boys” you cooed. You wouldn’t admit, really, but you tried to flirt with him in a subtle way in every chance given. You all walked towards the Great Hall in order to eat breakfast. Yes, your first decline was before 8. It was going to be a big day.
“Hello, love. Tell me something. How does it feel to break hearts?” Sirius asked you mockingly. You weren’t that innocent to drop it.
“Why don’t you answer that yourself, love?” you said, emphasizing the last word, almost spelling it out loud, voice like honey. He smirked. Merlin, you loved that smirk of his. Just as every other girl.
“Where have you been all my life?” he asked flirtily. That was just your thing. You would flirt with each other shamelessly but it would stop about there.
“Hiding from you” you said in a fake sweet tone while you batted your eyelashes once and pierced his eyes with your look. The guys laughed but he wasn’t going to stop yet. Lily was eyeing you knowingly. You knew that she believed that you should stay away from him. In all honesty, you had tried it. And failed. Miserably.
 “Go on, don’t be shy, babe. Ask me out” he winked at you. You smiled innocently and played with a strand of your hair.
“Okay” you answered while smiling wider. He was taken aback. You took a deep breath pretending to be stressed out.
“Get out” you said, dropping the smile and the fake tone and showing him the exit.
Marlene snorted. For a second, you thought that he looked hurt, but nah.
“Padfoot, stop flirting. Let us eat breakfast in peace” Remus asked pleadingly. He was trying to read a book at the same time. You smiled apologizingly towards him.
“I’m not flirting. I’m just being extra nice to someone who is extra attractive” Sirius informed him wiggling his eyebrows, causing Peter to choke on his porridge.
For a while you ate in silence, secretly thanking Merlin. You poured some milk into your coffee, bringing to your lips, taking a sip.
“I know milk does good for the body but damn girl, how much did you drink?”. You choked. He grinned triumphantly.

You had learned that a Ball would take place here, in Hogwarts. Christmas Eve. Your days were getting more and more annoying. You couldn’t recall how many times you’ve had answered a simple ‘no’ because it was exhausting. And today was the day your heart broke, the day of the ball. You were sitting alongside Remus in the common room. He was reading a book and you were thinking and dozing off while staring at the fire.
“I am going to the ball with Black!” Marlene exclaimed too happy to notice your strained face. It was like all air left your lungs. You wanted to be happy for her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel. Anything. Everything was such a blur. You were numb. You couldn’t believe you were so stupid to actually think he would ever look at you like that. But why Marlene? Why your friend?
“Hey. Y/N! Aren’t you excited?” Lily asked you beaming herself. She had said yes to James. Everyone was happy. Happy. You took a deep breath and shook that word out of your mind.
“I am! You girls have fun!” you said with a fake smile that only Remus got. He furrowed his eyebrows but soon his eyes widened momentarily as he probably came to the same realization you had, three years ago. He looked at you with the question burning in his eyes. You just nodded with the slightest movement. He wouldn’t sell you out.  Thankfully nobody understood that you weren’t about to go.  
“Have fun Rem” you wished him as you stood up, leaving the common room, heading to your dorm. The girls were probably in Lily’s room so you would be alone. Remus tried to call you but you didn’t respond. You just kept going.  Oh, Merlin.  It was going be one hell of a night. In a very bad way.

You could hear the giggles and the laughs. You could almost taste the sappy sappy romance. You could sense the tension between some couples. The sexual tension, that is. But you couldn’t see because of the tears. It had hit you. All those boys asking you out… they never truly liked you. They liked the way you looked. Looks fade fast. Not one… not even one had ever bothered to actually meet you. To talk to you. To befriend you. No one. They just wanted the body. But you weren’t a body. You were a soul, a mind, a heart, feelings, emotions, thoughts. A mess. A chaos. And no one could handle you. He may have stabbed you but you handed him the knife. You showed him where your weak spots are. This was your fault. You should have listened to Lily and stay away. Now it’s really too late. Too late.
The door slammed open, revealing a rather worried Sirius. The day was getting better and better by the second. You hid your face in your palms. You were sitting on your bed, knees to your chest and- you were a mess.
He closed the door behind him. You wanted to scream at him to get out, but your mouth wouldn’t obey.
“What’s wrong love?” he asked you. He came closer, sat on the bed next to you.
“Stop it. Please” you whispered. You couldn’t keep pretending. Him, calling you love?
“Stop what love?”. His voice revealed concern. Why did he care?
“CALLING ME LOVE” you snapped, tears staining your cheeks, lips trembling, hair falling out of your messy bun. You couldn’t stop now.
“Stop calling me love. Flirting with me. Smirking. Laughing. Smiling. Touching me. Stop being in my life. Just stop. Go to Marlene and leave me alone” you whispered-yelled. You were sobbing. Hard. He was taken aback.  
“You’re jealous?” he asked indiscriminately but there was something more.
“YES I AM JEALOUS! I am in love with you, you moron. I can’t stand the fact that you’re flirting and sleeping with everyone and that you are with Marls now. She is my friend, Sirius. My friend. Why her? You could any girl you wanted. Why her?”. The words flew before you could contain them.
“Because I couldn’t have you. Or so I thought. Because of you, my reality is better than my dreams” he breathed out, voice low and sincere. He grabbed your legs, wrapped one of his arms around your waist, making you sit on his lap, straddling him. His other hand cupped your cheek, his thumb wiping off your tears away. He gripped your chin, forcing your head up.
“Did you know there are 21 letters in the alphabet?” he asked you, with a playful smile. You blinked.
“There are 26” you answered pouting.
“Oh right I always forget U R A Q T”* he concluded and you cracked a smile. He beamed.
“There it is. My favorite curve. Well…” he trailed off. He squeezed your bum and you let out a laugh.
“Be mine, angel”.

*U R A Q T= You are a cutie (just in case!)


SPN FanFic

~It’s hard to live apart while he’s at work, but this is the life you both signed up for~

Jensen x Reader

1,612 Words (including lyrics)

Warnings: Bit o’angst. Touch of smut. Romantically sad? 

A/N: Based on the song “Faithfully” by Journey. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to @taste-of-dean for the read over. 

Highway run

Into the midnight sun.

Wheels go ‘round and ‘round

You’re on my mind.

Another season. Months away from home, going weeks at a time without your touch. It was hard, but it was the life you’d both chosen.

Another con. Another weekend where he could be home with you, but you insisted he go. The fans kept him going, kept him coming back for more, but he longed to see you.

The phone calls weren’t enough. The texts, the quick little messages helped him get through the day, but at night, he would reach across the vacant bed, fingers closing around the empty place where you should be. On the darkest nights, those nights when it seemed too hard to be gone, he would call you, laying the phone on his pillow just to listen to your voice as he fell asleep. You’d tell him of your day, silly things the kids had done, anything really. He wanted to know everything he was missing, needed to know you were alright. It broke your heart to hear the sadness in his voice as he whispered to you, promising everything was OK, that he’d be home soon. The miles between you stung like so many needles in your heart, but you stayed strong, keeping up a smile so he wouldn’t hear how much you were hurting too. You soothed him with your voice since your arms couldn’t reach that far.

“I love you Y/N/N,” he’d sigh as his eyes finally drifted closed.

“Love you more.”

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Games and Pizza

warnings: none

words: 1,162

pairing: peter parker x reader

request: hey! love the blog. could I request a peter x reader when y/n is on the volleyball team at their school and she has her first game. they win and have pizza at peters house, which ends with them sleeping in the same bed together (I’m sorry I had to asdfgh) they’re also crushing on each other but don’t say anything! my team number is #10 btw!! thank u!

a/n: thank u for liking my blog!! I know literally nothing about volleyball but I tried lmao. I also totally cant remember if their mascot is a tiger, but it is in this bc I (once again) haven’t slept. I hope u like it! requests are open!

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pipe dreams (part one)

pairing: reader x yoongi

genre: angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

summary: you’re the girl yoongi left behind to pursue his music career. flash forward seven years, and you’re a lawyer representing a company suing bighit for copyright infringement. what happens when yoongi is still harboring feelings for you?

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a/n: this is an anonymous request I got awhile back, and i’m finally putting it into words! also, i don’t know too much about the legal system, and i’m sure it varies a lot in korea as well so let’s just pretend like the stuff i write in here regarding that is accurate~ anyways, hope u enjoy!

Originally posted by bogdana8


It had begun as a joyous occasion.

Yoongi phones you excitedly, sounding breathless and out of whack. He’s not his usual self in any way. Practically wheezing, he manages to choke out a few words which allow you to piece things together.

“Y/N. Y/N. I—I’m—”

“Slow down, Yoongi. What happened? How did it go?”

“Y/N, the audition —- BigHit, they want me! I got second place at the audition! Me, Gloss. Me, Y/N! Y/N, I think I might’ve just caught my big break.” Yoongi is panting into the phone.

“Babe!” You squeal. “That’s amazing! Hurry up and come over so we can celebrate!”

“Okay, okay. I’m on my way right now. I love you, and see you soon.”

Yoongi arrives at your house a few hours later, all out of breath from essentially sprinting all the way back from the train station.

You open the door to see him looking unusually flustered. Flustered Yoongi is a side to him you rarely see. Wordlessly, he hugs you tightly, spinning you around in the air before gently placing you back on your feet.

Pulling back, his hands still on your shoulders, he smiles so incredibly widely at you. You give a convincing smile back, but your thoughts are flying all over the place.

Sitting down on your bed, Yoongi starts to tell you everything about his experience today, from what color the walls were painted to the number of deep breaths he took before his audition. You listen on, not absorbing as much of the information as you should’ve. Your mind is elsewhere, and Yoongi seems to take notice.

He looks at you after he stops babbling and narrows his eyes slightly.

“Babe, why do I get the feeling that you’re not as excited about this as you let on?”

You widen your eyes dramatically, waving your hands around in denial.

“No, no, that’s not the case!” You sigh as Yoongi gives you a look that tells you he knows you’re not giving him the whole story. “I just…I thought that this was just a pipe dream. What happened to being an architect?”

He scoffs, but the hurt is apparent in his eyes.

“Being an architect was the pipe dream. Music is what I genuinely want to pursue in life. I thought you knew that by now.”

As each word escapes his lips, the emotion drains further from his eyes.

“No, don’t do that.” You grab him. “You don’t get to go all cold and emotionless on me. I know you, Min Yoongi. Don’t play those games with me.”

He’s silent, not assuming his typical fiery persona he usually embodies when the two of you argue. The lack of sound is extremely unsettling and you know he won’t be the one to cave, so you speak up.

“This is unrealistic, Yoongi. I love you, and I think you’re good at making music, but the entertainment industry is harsh and cruel and not everyone who deserves to make it does make it. So maybe you should just quit while you’re ahead, before you’ve burned all your bridges. Go to college with me, Yoongi. You can still do your music on the side like you have been doing!”

“Quit while I’m ahead?” He spits out venomously. “No, Y/N. You don’t understand. For me, it’s all or nothing. And BigHit feels the same way. If I don’t immerse myself in this opportunity, if I don’t sign this contract…it’s over right then and there. There are no negotiations. I’m already set on my decision, and if you really know me like you claim to, you’ll know I am firm in my choices.”

Quietly, he adds, “My family already gave me their full support. I just wish you would do the same.”

His fingers are interlaced in his lap and he averts his gaze downwards.

“Don’t you dare, Min Yoongi. Don’t you dare guilt trip me. If you knew me, you would know I’m not one to sugarcoat things. I can’t sit back and let you ruin your life for an undoubtedly short-lived career in music. You can only be in the spotlight for so long, and that’s if you even make it into the spotlight in the first place. C’mon, you have your whole life ahead of you. If you forego your education now, you can’t make up for lost time!”

“It’s the same with music, is it not?” He cuts in, tone pressing. “I’m only young once. If I want to do this, I have to gain experience, and that’s something I can’t make up for either. So let me do this, Y/N. I’ll be in Seoul with you anyways, just not at university.”

“Yoongi, don’t do this, please. You’re not thinking straight! What about all the plans we made? The apartment?” You plead, tears forming in your eyes.

“I can still live there with you!” Yoongi is looking directly into your eyes, but it’s your head that is lowered now.

The tears are threatening to spill over and your face heating up. Displays of emotion like this are rare in your relationship. It’s just uncharacteristic of the two of you to cry, and that’s always been the status quo. Never before has an argument escalated to this degree of intensity.

Looking up slowly, you give Yoongi a teary-eyed smile, dragging in a shaky breath.

“Don’t be silly. You’ll be living in the dorms with the other trainees.”

“Well, I can visit you.” He responds simply, but his voice wavers, revealing his underlying emotions.

In return, you direct a pointed look at him.

“Yoongi, I can’t just sit back and watch you wreck your life.”

Silence swallows the room. You’re blinking rapidly, trying so desperately to expel the tears from your eyes, to refrain from showing how affected you are by this.

“So don’t.” Yoongi’s eyes are completely devoid of emotion now. “Don’t watch. If you don’t support the decisions I make in my life, then maybe you don’t have a place in it.”

And with that, he’s leaving, rumbling through your closet for his belongings.

You stand up, trying to grab at his arms to stop him, but he shakes you off without so much as a look in your direction.

“Yoongi, you don’t mean that!”

He’s grabbing all the items he’s left behind here: a basketball, a pair of shoes, some headphones, a disposable camera.

“Yoongi, this is just one of our fights, right? You’ll call me tomorrow, begging for me back, saying I was right all along, right?”

You can’t help but voice your fears, feeling as if this time something is different. You’re not sure if you’re saying these things in search of Yoongi’s verbal affirmation or if it’s to reassure yourself that things will be okay. Something is tugging at your insides, reminding you that he has never before taken his belongings with him after a dispute.

Setting aside your pride, you get down on your knees, grabbing at his hand as he slings his backpack over his shoulder, clutching the basketball tightly to his chest in the other.

“Please, Yoongi, I’m begging you. Don’t do this, don’t leave me.”

Yoongi is stiff, cold, and motionless.

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He walks away, and for each step he takes you feel your heart shatter into smaller and smaller pieces, as if he’s physically crushing you, until you’re left only with ragged fragments of the love you once had, the treasure you once held named Min Yoongi.

Deliriously, you tear your room apart in search of something, anything Yoongi may have left behind. You find solace behind your desk. There, in the darkness of the small space between the wall and the wood of the desk, is a glimpse of white fabric.

You shove the desk away, summoning all the remaining strength in your body and ignoring the sound of the legs scraping against your hardwood floor. Clutching the old white t-shirt he’s forgotten, you can still detect his lingering scent.

Inhaling the faint musky fragrance, you allow the sobs you have been holding in to wrack your body. The crying comes in waves, the first hitting the hardest. There is a huge, Yoongi-sized hole in your heart, and it’s eating away at your insides, threatening to conquer your whole being with darkness. As each day passes, you shrivel further and further into oblivion.

Memories of your time with Yoongi flash through your mind.

The day you had your first kiss.

Yoongi had been so nervous, and you could feel how sweaty his hand was as it was interlocked in yours. He had cleared his throat anxiously as he pulled you two to a stop in front of a lamppost near your house.

“Y/N, can I kiss you?” He had mumbled.

“What did you say? Speak up, Min Yoongi.” You teased, fully aware of what he had just uttered.

“Shut up, Y/N.”

His lips pressed tentatively against yours, and he was motionless until you pressed into him firmly in response. You could feel his lips turning upwards in a smile, and you couldn’t stop yours from mirroring the action.

The day he’d asked you to be his girlfriend.

Your doorbell had rung erratically, and you ran to the door, scared of what was behind it. Looking through the peephole, you relaxed as you saw it was only Yoongi. Once you’d opened the door, you were greeted with sight of him extending a bouquet of bright orange tiger lilies.

“What’s this for?” You’re grinning from ear to ear as you accept the flowers. Yoongi has never gifted you flowers before.

“What, can’t a guy buy flowers for his girlfriend?” Yoongi shot back, eyes widening as he realized what he had just referred to you as.

“Girlfriend?” You repeated, eyebrow raised.

“Shit. Fuck. I was going to wait to ask you after I took you out to dinner, fuck.” Yoongi cursed under his breath. He had looked up at you so nervously, gnawing on his bottom lip.

“Well, I don’t think I could’ve waited another second for you to ask. I’m glad you did it right now and not later tonight because I might’ve pulled my hair out.”

The day he’d written his first song for you.

“Babe.” Yoongi was looking surprisingly bashful, hand smoothing his hair down as he removed his beanie in the car.

“What’s up?” You said through a mouth full of french fries.

“I wrote a song today. It just came to me after a dry spell, some writer’s block. It took a total of less than an hour to write.”

“Babe, that’s great!” You had smiled, shoving more fries in your mouth. “Let’s hear it.”

Gulping, Yoongi hit play on his car’s dashboard after a few seconds of fumbling around with a disk. The sounds of his rapping filled the car and it took a few moments of digesting his words before you could come to your senses.

You’re so fucking celestial.

Let me drown in your ethereal aura; let’s be immortal together.

I love you more than all the stars in the universe and beyond.

“D-did you like it?” Yoongi was tapping his fingers nervously on the steering wheel. Looking up misty-eyed, you threw yourself onto him, peppering kisses all over his face. He must have felt your tears on his skin, and he pulled back to examine you, brushing your hair back.

“Babe, why are you crying? Was it that awful?” He looked so disappointed in himself.

“No, no! It was amazing, all I ever wanted. I love you so much, Min Yoongi. I will treasure this forever.” You were sniffling crazily, wiping at your now smudged mascara.

“I’m glad you liked it. I couldn’t think of any way to confess my love to you, so I decided to do what I’m good at, writing songs.” He pulled you tight against his chest, sighing.

“I love you.” You had whispered.

“I love you, too.”

The day you opened your college acceptances together.


“One, two, three, go!”

It had been a frenzy of tearing, crinkling of papers as your eyes scanned frivolously over the black ink.

“Did you get in?” Yoongi had asked.

“Yes! You?” You looked over, eyes wide. Yoongi had been silent, looking at you admiringly. You had taken that to mean that he hadn’t gotten in, and you immediately switched into sympathetic mode. “It’s okay, babe. We can always—-“

“Are you doubting my academic excellence?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow at you. Realizing your mistake, you had slapped his arm playfully.

“Yah, don’t play me like that! I thought you didn’t get in and that we wouldn’t be going to school together.” You were pouting like a child, arms crossed.

Yoongi had uncrossed your arms and placed them around his neck as he picked you up and spun you around, exactly like he had today. You were giddy with happiness, and he had kissed you countless times out of pure elation at the thought of being at the same school with you for the next four years.

Through the tears, you laugh bitterly as the harsh reality of now settles in the pit of your stomach like a stone. Another four years together. Or so you had thought.

What would the past, naive you have said if she had known what would happen?

Yoongi would never do that to me. We are in love.

Wildly, you burst into a fit of maniacal laughter. It sickens you. The state you’re in now, the complete emptiness that is swallowing you whole. In the course of an hour, you had been transformed into an absolutely hopeless person, the shell of the girl you were before.

You had no living arrangements for the upcoming school year, and worst of all, you were boyfriendless. The next few months of summer are perhaps the biggest hurdle. All of your high school friends had departed for university before you and were scattered in different cities, perhaps even in different countries. Whoever was left in your town was of no importance to you anymore, as you had grown apart from many people in the past two years of dating Yoongi.

He was your everything. You didn’t need a best friend if you had Yoongi. He could easily fill the shoes of both boyfriend and best friend.

Fast forward to the start of the school year, and you’re moving into your dorm.

It’s a mess of boxes and goodbyes as your parents leave you to lead a fresh start with new faces in a new place.

Your roommate, Joy, immediately becomes your best friend, mending the cracks left behind by Yoongi slightly. She’s bubbly and sweet, but also has an edge to her, something that screams that she’s not someone to mess with.

All in all, she’s a fantastic all and you find yourselves stuck together like glue. Joy forces you to socialize, bringing you to various club meetings and sporting events.

It is at the pre-law society meetings that you first meet Im Jaebum. For a brief lapse of time, you feel the wound left behind by Yoongi closing up almost entirely. Almost.

It’s impossible not to draw parallels to Yoongi.

In a lot of ways, Jaebum is a constant reminder of him, from the cute eye smile to the cool demeanor and even down to the passion for music. But what is different about Jaebum is that he has a clear vision for his future: law school.

And this small part of him is what connects Jaebum to you in a way that Yoongi never was able to. The realistic, safe path for a career that could guarantee stability in the long run.

In short, Jaebum sweeps you off of your feet. You fall in love with him in a whirlwind. It’s everything about him that piles together to engross you: the little twin freckles above his eyes to his collection of dumb bucket hats…but it seems like all good things in your life come to an end, as you unearth his infidelity one night when you stumble upon him in an act of cheating. He crushes your heart, just like the last.

Another similarity to Min Yoongi.

At this point, you’ve grown accustomed to disappointment, adopting the stance that love is fleeting, and definitely nothing like you hear in love songs.

Love is not immortal, and stars die out eventually, just as love dims over time.

Joy is there through all the crashing and burning that follows your breakup with Jaebum. She strokes your hair as you cry, buys you ice cream, and defaces photos of Jaebum she rips out from the school newspaper.

“Fuck Im Jaebum.” She declares. “You deserve so much better than that cheating piece of shit.”

Joy brings you back to life again, pulls you out of your resigned feelings. She makes you believe that unlike the true love detailed in books and movies, true friendship does actually exist, and it’s right in front of your eyes in the form of this pale-skinned, fiery woman.

Although you did love Im Jaebum, a part of your heart could never be relinquished to his possession. A part of it still belonged to Min Yoongi, and in the days following your new wounds, you realize this. To be exact, you discover this when you’re taking a stroll by the Han River one fine Sunday evening.

The sounds of basketballs dribbling and shoes dragging against blacktop courts distract you. Mindlessly, your eyes drift over to the courts aligning the bank of the river. There is a sharp, distinguishable pain in your chest when you recognize a certain pair of bright red basketball shoes.

Your eyes slowly trail up to see none other than Min Yoongi.

He looks much skinnier than he was a year ago, and he had always been on the smaller side. It hurts you unbearably to see him smiling so cheerfully with his teammates, joking around.

His eyes trickle in your direction and you duck your head immediately, jogging away as if you had never stopped in the first place.

Your heart is thudding against the confines of your chest.

Did he see me? Would he even recognize me if he did? Has he erased me from his memory completely?

You convince yourself that there’s no way he would have recognized you, as your hair is shorter than before and you’ve changed your hair color quite often. Although you had embarked on your trip to the river intending on taking a nice, calm stroll, you practically sprint back to your dorm room.

Joy glances up from her seat at her desk as she’s painting her nails a shade of pastel pink.

“Did you go for a jog or a walk?” She giggles, taking in your flustered appearance. Tears fall from your eyes, tears you did not notice had formed.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying, Y/N? I was just joking!” She’s panicking, reaching all around in search of tissues, knocking her nail polish bottle over along with a few books.

“I saw—I saw HIM, on my walk—by the river!” You hiccup.

“Who? Im Jaebum? I’ll kick his ass! What did he say to you? Oh, I can just picture his lousy old smirk. I’ll slap it right off of his face, I swear to God!” Joy is pacing around, pummeling her fist against her hand. Her eyes are ablaze, determination set across her face.

“No, not Jaebum. Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” Your crying elevates into full fledged sobbing as you utter his name for the first time since he left you. It’s as if the dam has broken and all your emotions are flooding through your body.

“W-who?” Joy falters, stopping momentarily. “Actually, I don’t care. I’ll kick Min Yoongi’s ass too! What did he do to you?”

“Nothing.” You sigh, wiping at your face frantically. “Well, nothing recently. We dated in high school for two years. He was my first love, and he was supposed to go to university with me and we were supposed to live in an apartment together here in Seoul, but he dumped me because I didn’t support his dream of becoming a trainee and pursuing music as a career. I had so much pride; I wanted to tell people my boyfriend was a soon-to-be architect, not a fucking rapper waiting for his big break.”

“Aw, honey. It’s okay. So what happened today?” She puts her arm around your shoulder, taking a seat on your bed next to you.

“I saw him playing basketball and he just looked so…happy? Like genuinely happy, something I didn’t think he could be without me. It just stings to know he doesn’t have a huge gaping hole in his heart like I carry around with me.” You take another deep breath, continuing. “He must be doing well at his company, and here I am, freshly dumped by another man who is basically the closest thing to Min Yoongi I have ever encountered after Min Yoongi himself. And to make things worse, he fucking cheated on me. Min Yoongi didn’t need me, and Im Jaebum sure as hell didn’t need me either. What did I do wrong, Joy?”

Joy grips you by your shoulders, forcing eye contact as she peers into your eyes rather demandingly.

“Nothing, honey. They’re just too fucking dense to see that you’re the BADDEST BITCH to walk the earth. They missed out on a huge fuckin’ catch, let me tell you. You’re so out of Jaebum’s league, and it sounds to me like you’re way out of Yoongi’s league, too. They can cry themselves to sleep when you’re out here making the big bucks as a corporate lawyer.”

Sniffling, you nod, fist clenching against your side.  “Yeah! I’m going to kick ass in school and go to a kickass law school and I’m going to make them sorry they ever left me.”

And you follow through on this promise.

The next three years fly by. Initially, you walked by the basketball courts lining the Han River every Sunday night, relishing the occasional, short-lived glimpse of Yoongi.

But eventually he stops showing up, and you do too.

Just like before, your paths reached a fork in the road, and the two of you chose different directions to walk.

Law school flies by as well. You graduate with flying colors, becoming a law clerk shortly before landing a job at a well-respected corporate law firm as an actual attorney.

Joy convinces you to go out to a bar with your friends to celebrate your new job.

“To Y/N!” Joy raises her glass, clinking it as your friends, Mark and Wendy, echo her words. The night ensues normally, and you relish the feeling of being surrounded by friends, catching up on everything that’s happened since your last hangout.

“So how’s your love life?” Wendy asks you, eyes wide and full of concern.

“Nonexistent.” You snort into your glass, taking another sip.

“No one since JB?” Mark whispers his initials as if it’s a secret codename.

“Nope. I haven’t even seen Jaebum since we broke up. It was so easy to ghost someone when you’re in college.” You wave your hand around floppily. “Love is dead, you guys. It’s a fucking myth.”

“You know, I could introduce to you a friend of mine if you want. They all know who you are, and some of them think you’re seriously hot.” Mark suggests, twirling his drink straw around.

“It’s okay, I think I can manage on my own. Besides, I’m not sure I’m looking for anything right now. I need to focus on my career, Mark!”

“Typical Y/N, always focusing on your job over your love life. But seriously, don’t hesitate to ask if you ever feel the least bit interested. I’m not kidding.” Mark sighs, giving up.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Mark. If it were up to you, all of our marriages would be arranged by now.” Joy snorts, causing Wendy to choke on her drink as she laughs, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re always trying to set us up! How many eligible bachelor friends do you have, Tuan?” Wendy scoffs.

You giggle as Mark starts to protest, listening in on their banter until you start to feel drowsy. Joy notices your eyelids getting droopy, and she stands up to announce that you should all get going.

“Let’s call it a night, guys. Y/N has her first day on the job tomorrow, and it’s almost midnight already.” Joy declares. Collectively, the group of you makes your way towards the exit, standing out on the street.

“We’re so proud of you, Y/N. You’re gonna do amazing things.” Wendy coos, kissing you on the cheek before you all part ways for the night.

Mark pulls you into a tight hug. “Keep on grinding.”

Arriving home in a taxi, you go to bed feeling full of love and appreciation for how well your life is going.

The alarm breaks the peaceful slumber you are in much earlier than you’d like. Heading into work, you’re immediately thrown into stacks of paperwork. Each year you are expecting to take on about two cases, as they typically take forever to be settled, and the rest of the time you are a consultant to various companies.

Your field of expertise is copyright infringements, and you find yourself working almost exclusively with music labels and entertainment companies.

The first job the firm assigns you to is at SM Entertainment, where you are to work as a consultant in regards to a new album release for Exo.

Entering the meeting room, you take a seat on the black swivel chair, splaying your paperwork in front of you as you prepare for a meeting with the members on discussing what content they can legally release on social media, and how music sampling should be approached.

In the corner of your eye, you see a small brunette slip in the room quietly. Looking up immediately, you stand, smoothing your pencil skirt down and extending a hand professionally.

“Hello, I’m Y/N, the lawyer at hand for copyright consultations.”

“Hi, I’m Do Kyungsoo, or D.O.” Kyungsoo offers a meek smile to you.

He pauses to glance at the empty room.

“Am I early?”

“No, the other members are just late.” You laugh, and he joins in politely.

The meeting progresses smoothly once all the members arrive, and you retire to a coffee shop nearby afterwards in order to address some paperwork that has been rotting in your briefcase for the past few days.

Sighing, you chew on the back of your pen as you stretch your legs out. A bell rings above the doorframe, and you see a familiar face stroll in, approaching the counter.

After they order, you wave frantically.

“Kyungsoo!” You say rather loudly, garnering disapproving looks from people trying to work diligently. You cover your mouth in embarrassment, blushing furiously. Thankfully, Kyungsoo has  already heard you. He makes his way over to your table in the corner.

“Hi, Y/N. Doing some paperwork, I see.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles warmly at you.

“Yeah, I’m drowning in it. But that’s what I signed up for when I became a lawyer, I guess.” You shrug. “What are you doing here? Coffee run?”

“No, I have some scripts I’m supposed to read over and get back to my agent about. I’m always reading scripts so that I can find things I want to audition for.”

“Well, take a seat then.” You gesture to the chair in front of you. “You can keep me company.”

It is in this coffee shop that your friendship with Kyungsoo blossoms. He becomes a permanent fixture in your life, and you make it a requirement to meet up at least once a week to work alongside each other, schedule permitting.

His mellow personality is one you find to be rather soothing. He gives you small tokens of encouragement in the form of handwritten notes or baked goods as you work through your first court case.

After you win the settlement in the case, Kyungsoo is invited to come celebrate with you and your friends. He quickly familiarizes himself with them and becomes part of your core group, and you find yourself feeling ecstatic that the world of Do Kyungsoo has collided with those of Joy, Mark, and Wendy.

Before you know it, your second case is assigned to you in the second half of your first year working at the firm.

Your eyes scan the title page of the papers summarizing the case you were to be handling: TF Entertainment vs. BigHit Entertainment.

You’d never heard of TF Entertainment before, but BigHit was a company you definitely knew from somewhere. Perhaps you knew some of their acts.

As you read, you jot down notes on a notepad you have at hand.

BigHit Entertainment is being sued for duplication of TF Entertainment’s intellectual property.

A song’s melody has been tweaked slightly and used in BigHit group BTS’ latest lead single.

There is widespread controversy over the plagiarism accusation.

BTS is extremely popular, and it may be difficult to find impartial jury members because of this.

TF is a much smaller company in terms of sheer scale and name recognition.

At this last point, you feel elated. You had always wanted to represent smaller companies against more established companies like BigHit. Smiling, you recall Joy’s words of encouragement that one night after you came home crying over the sight of Yoongi at the basketball courts.


That’s why BigHit sounded so familiar to you. It was Yoongi’s company, the one he had signed his life away to and left you in the dust for.

Your ears were always perked up in search of his name in the media, but you hadn’t heard anything about a Min Yoongi, so you assume he had failed like you had predicted. A part of you wanted to tell him “I told you so.”

Sighing, you redirect your focus back to the case at hand. Sliding your cellphone open, you type out a message, confirming a meeting with TF’s songwriters to discuss the case.

The night is spent reading and rereading the case’s details, as you push yourself to overcome the drowsiness and prepare well.

In the morning, you crawl out of bed to get dressed and made up for the busy day ahead of you. First, you travel to the TF Entertainment headquarters, where you meet the songwriting team involved with the disputed song melody. The meeting goes by smoothly, and you take a short lunch break and regroup your notes and approach before calling the opposing lawyer to confirm your next meeting, with BigHit’s personnel.


“Hello. Is this Park Jinyoung?” You take a sip of your coffee, subconsciously sitting up straight although it’s only a phone call.

“Yes, this is he. Y/N, I presume?” Jinyoung, the defendant’s lawyer, responds politely, clearing his throat.

“Correct. I’m just calling to confirm that I’m coming in to meet with the BigHit team in an hour.”

“That sounds great, I’ll see you then. I look forward to meeting you.”

“You, too. Bye bye.”

You relax and enjoy your short break before you head to the bathroom to touch up on your appearance. As a lawyer, it was crucial that you maintained a sleek, professional appearance. Your hair had to be styled to perfection, not a strand out of place. Your makeup had to be meticulously applied, flawless, and natural, but not too natural where it looked like you had made no efforts. Your nails had to be well-manicured, and your attire seamlessly put together.

Smoothing your pencil skirt down, you adjust your blazer and reapply lipstick.

Deeming your appearance fit for the upcoming meeting, you grab your briefcase and step outside dot hail a taxi. Upon arriving at the BigHit building, you smooth your skirt down again and open the door confidently, shrugging your shoulders back and standing tall.

Your profession was all about power moves. You had grown accustomed to the competitive environment throughout your law internships and even more so with the first case. After all, you yourself were wearing red today in efforts to dominate and faze the opposition in even the smallest way possible.

You pretend to type furiously on your phone, making the receptionist wait before setting your cellphone down on the counter.

“Hello. Y/N here to see Lawyer Park Jinyoung, please.” You say offhandedly, making sure to lean forward so that you towered over the frail lady.

“Of course!” She scrambles out of her chair, extending an arm in the direction of the interior of the building. “Right this way, Ms. Y/L/N.”

The nervous woman guides you through a hallway until you’re in front of a large conference room. Along the way, your white heels tap loudly against the hardwood floors, and you cringe at the noise. It’s startling amidst the total silence provided by the undoubtedly sound-proofed walls of the studios.

Standing in front of the door, you tap your foot patiently, waiting for her to open the door for you. She pauses, unsure of what to do before grabbing the handle and opening the door, smiling shakily at you.

“Thank you.” You throw a tiny eye smile over your shoulder, strutting in to the empty room.

Perfect. You were the first one in. Although Jinyoung was undoubtedly making you wait in an attempt at a power play, you were glad he had done so. This gave you time to pick a strategic spot at the front of the room, sitting at the end of the long table. You spread your papers in front of you, scanning over your notes and going over your game plan in your head.

After five minutes or so, the door creaks open and you see who you assume to be songwriters trickling in. Closely following behind is the sole BTS member you recognize, Kim Taehyung, because you had seen Hwarang. But that was besides the point.

You remain seated, gazing lazily at them but making sure to looking squarely into each person’s eyes until they all enter the room.

As your eyes move over to acknowledge the last person, you freeze.

Standing there in all his grey-haired glory is none other than Min Yoongi.


a/n: okay so i totally wanted this to reach 8k words but it’s almost at 6k and i feel like this is a good stopping point, and i don’t want to add unnecessary bullshit to the chapter.

anyways, i HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS! i kept getting distracted while editing this bc i have the flu or something rn so i’ve been drowsy and gross in general haha. jinyoung is making yet another appearance HAHA but he’ll be more of a minor character in this. and i couldn’t help casting Jaebum as the vindictive ex hehe~

In Texas (where I live) there is a statewide academic competition called UIL and, despite participating in it for the better part of six years, I still haven’t a clue as to what it stands for. But I compete in a lot of events, especially speech and debate. Specifically, Policy Debate and Informational Speaking. Both of these events include writing speeches on a time crunch. I have mastered at least novice public speaking after plenty and plenty trial and error. Here are some tips I’ve picked up. 

Disclaimer: Giving speeches is very subjective and this is what has worked out for me. If it doesn’t work out for you continue exploring different methods, you’ll find something!

-Have a decent idea about what you’re talking about. Most likely you’re reading this because you need to speak in front of the class and didn’t suddenly join policy debate. Most likely you know what you’re topic is and you’ll have done research on it. KNOW MORE THAN WHAT YOU PUT IN YOUR SPEECH. Know details and dates and anecdotes. If you’re discussing owning a tiger as a pet you should not only know about laws and regulations of owning a tiger but also know other things about tigers, like how big they get and how much food they require. This also helps if you are asked questions at the end. Even though it may not seem like it, people can tell when you know what you’re talking about.

-Know your audience. Who are you talking to? Are you persuading them or informing them? Are they college professors or classmates? If you know who you’re talking to it is easier to cater your language to those people. You don’t need to say “tigers are abused maliciously and without regard to any subset of decency” when talking to your tenth grade classmates.

-UMs and AND SOs. These are called filler words. It is second nature to use them. All languages have them and conversationally there is nothing wrong with them. However if you’re standing in front of people grading you it makes you sound unsure and not confidence. This won’t be an easy habit to break so don’t feel bad if you don’t get it right away. Start by acknowledging when you use filler words. Then think as you speak. Instead of using a filler word, pause for a second. I know it feels like you’re pausing forever but you’re not. No one really notices tbh.

-Write out your speech verbatim then condense into an outline. When writing out a speech for a class or something, you need to know what you want to say about each idea (before you write anything out you should already have facts and information). Putting it on paper makes it easier to say later when presenting. Practice a few time reading it aloud. Use inflection and tone to move the speech along. When you’ve read through it a few times condense it back down to an outline. NEVER EVER READ A SPEECH WORD FOR WORD UNLESS YOU’RE THE PRESIDENT AND YOUR SPEECHES ARE WRITTEN FOR YOU (or your teacher says it’s cool). If you read a speech in high school/college generally you’re monotone and boring and it is 10000000% obvious that you’re reading from a script.

-Practice with the outline. The more you practice the better you sound and the less you use filler words!!!!!!!


-IT IS OKAY TO BE NERVOUS. There are so many people who will tell you that nerves are terrible and will screw you up. At times that is the case. However take a deep breath and put things in perspective. Most likely you are not the only one making a speech and everyone else is just as worried about messing up as you. Acknowledge the fact you’re nervous. Take deep breaths and consciously think about slowing your heart rate down. I always look at the back wall when making a speech that doesn’t need to be persuasive. The wall doesn’t give a crap if your face is red or your stutter a bit. It’s a wall.
If it is persuasive then practice on friends and family. Make sweeping eye contact (not actual eye contact but it looks like it). And sometimes you just gotta suck it up and talk.

-MOVE. Don’t stand still. If you stand still you’ll become monotone and boring and you don’t want that. Talk with your hands. Sway a bit. Make a grand gesture when making a big point. Talk as though you were talking to a friend. If you were talking about how harmful tigers being held as pets is to a friend you would be getting worked up. You’d be moving and gesturing. Channel that in your speech.

-INFLECT. Remember how we don’t want to be monotone? When saying “Tigers being held as pets are, more often than not, a death sentence” don’t say it as though you’re telling your mom you’re going to Target. Emphasise the strong emotional words. (i.e. death sentence). Don’t scream it, but make it harsh and forceful.

-stand up straight. You’ll look professional and studies show certain postures help foster confidence.

-don’t make it obvious if you mess up. 99% people won’t notice/care.

-but it’s okay if you do

-you won’t ever be perfect all the time

-it is a skill and you’ll learn.

Additional Resources:

Five Basic Public Speaking Tips
Be a More Confident Public Speaker
Julian Treasure: How to speak so that people want to listen (this one is less about public speaking but still a good watch!)

I hope you found this helpful. If you’re looking for presentation tips this is a really great post about it. If you need anymore advice feel free to message me!

Kitten: Part 2

Hi! I’m sorry to say there is no smut in this part but lots of fluffy bonding, I hope you like it! I don’t really plan on doing a part 3 but if I think of one I’ll definitely do write it! Please let me know how you all feel about it!

“We have a guest,” Kyungsoo groans, but he doesn’t move away from where we are tangled together on the large couch in his living room. I hum snuggling deeper into his side, not to happy about the idea of him getting up either. I’m completely exhausted from the hours of, um, activities with Kyungsoo. There is a knock on the door, we both glance at it. “Go away,” He snarls without hesitation.

“Hyung,” A familiar voice whines. I sniff the air and recognize the scent of the pale man I had seen the night before. “You owe me something for leading you to your mate.”

“You are lucky you aren’t dead.”

“Does it help if I say it’s work related?”

Kyungsoo scoffs, “You don’t work.”

“I’m coming in!” The younger announces, stupidly ignoring the horrifiying growl coming from his hyung. The door opens revealing the hot blonde I was expecting but in a neat suit compared to the shredded outfit from before. I click my tongue, he cleans up nice.

“Do you have a death wish?” Kyungsoo snarls, shifting slightly so I’m pressed up against the back of the couch, hidden from his brother.

The younger coughs awkwardly, “Sorry, I didn’t know you guys were naked.”

“What the hell do you want?”

“I just wanted to check in, the others were curious and you weren’t answering your phone…”

“Don’t you think there was a reason I was ignoring you?”

The younger huffs, “You never have very good reasons.”

“I have very important things to be doing!”

I chuckle, shoving Kyungsoo off me a bit to pop my head over the edge to smile at the blushing man, “Hello again.”

He jumps back a bit, “Um…Hello.”

“I’m the very important thing incase you were wondering,” I muse with a glance over my shoulder at a frowning Kyungsoo. “Why are you pouting?”

“I want him gone.”

“He’s your younger brother, stop being so hostile Kyungsoo. We can’t just block out the whole world.”

“He tried,” The brother muses. “Called into work, took all week off, turned off his phone, put extra security around the building, he really tried.”

“Yet here you are,” Kyungsoo snarls once again. “I figured you would have gotten the hint that I want some alone time with my mate.”

“Is he always like this?” I ask his brother.

He nods, “Yea but this is a bit more extreme than usual and you can assume why.”

“An unmated alpha in the room with a naked omega, I can understand.”

“That reminds me, the others want to meet her,” He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Not a chance in hell,” Kyungsoo deadpans.

“Who are the others?” I whine at Kyungsoo, “Why can’t meet them?”

His eyes shift to me and automatically soften, “Because Kitten, I don’t want those dirty wolves anywhere near you. At least not for awhile, I want to keep you all to myself for as long as I can.”

“You can’t just keep me locked in here.”

He chuckles, “Says who?”

“Kyungsoo,” I warn.

“Okay, Kitten I’m just kidding. At least, sort of… That reminds me we need to talk about a few things. You,” He looks back to his brother, “You need to leave.”

His brother his whole time has been watching our interaction with wide eyes, “She called you by your name… no oppa or ssi… no formal speaking at all… how old is she?”

“I’m 23!” I answer happily.

His jaw drops, pointing a finger at me and stomping his feet, he looks like an upset child, “And you don’t speak formally to me either!”

I look to Kyungsoo confused, “What’s the big deal? He can’t be that much older than me, can he?”

My mate chuckles, “He is almost 900 years old.”

“What?!” I yell, nearly jumping to my feet if not for his arm around my waist. “Than how old are you?”

“Use that brain of yours, you are a smart little kitten. You know a lot about our politics and rules, how old could I be?”

My jaw drops, “To be a council member you have to at least be… 800 years old…”

“My smart kitten,” He muses, rubbing our noses together before nosing along my jaw to my neck.

“This is making me sick,” The brother pretends to throw up.

Kyungsoo glares at him, “Than go. I’ll consider taking her to the pack house later this week but for now, I’m keeping her here.”

“Fine. But if Chanyeol hyung pops up and mobs the girl in excitement, I warned you.” He turns back and grips the door handle, “One last thing, they need your signature on a few things before today is over.”

Kyungsoo groans, “Why didn’t you just bring them with you?”

“I forgot.”

The next roar has the younger scrambling out the door, I chuckle as he goes. My mate groans once again, shifting himself closer to me and burying his face into my neck. My fingers tangle through his hair, “So what are these things we need to talk about?”

“How about we talk over breakfast? I can’t have you starving on my watch,” He kisses me softly before standing up, leaving the blanket with me, confident in his naked existence. I watch him disappear down a hallway and emerge a few minutes later wearing a pair of black boxers with a shirt in his hand. “Arms up,” He commands softly, even though he didn’t use his alpha voice I quickly obey and throw my hands above my head so he can slide the shirt on for me. It’s obviously his, I crawl over the back of the couch to follow him into the kitchen, noticing how the hem of the shirt reached my mid thigh. His wolf notices to and purrs in approval.

“What’s for breakfast?” I plop down in one the tall chairs at the breakfast bar.

“Nothing too fancy, eggs, toast and fruit sound okay?” He pulls out a fry pan and some eggs from the fridge.

I nod, “Better than what I usually eat. Do you need any help with anything?”

He hums eyeing up the knife block on the back counter, “How good are you with knives?”

“I have worked in a kitchen before, I know my way around them, what do you need me to cut?”

“There is a watermelon in the fridge, if you want to grab the cutting board from under the middle cabinet, I’ll grab the melon.”

I jump up from my seat and find the cutting board in seconds, taking note of all of his fancy pans and appliances. “You cook a lot don’t you?” I question once I have my station set up, a large knife in my hand. He sets the decent sized melon in front of me before quickly rushing back to the stove where the eggs are cooking.

“I find it relaxing.”

I hum as I quickly chop the melon into triangles. It doesn’t take him long to finish the eggs and grab a few slices of bread. It all feels weird, so domestic, like we’ve done this a million times before. My heart flutters in my chest, something he quickly notices, he stops and looks at me with concern in his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

I smile up at him, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing those beautiful lips softly, “I’m completely over the moon.”

He fights with himself to pull away from the kiss, “Eat first. I know were tigers are strong but you need to eat.” He pulls me back to where I was sitting before, placing a plate with two fried eggs, a slice of bread, and a couple slices of watermelon, he stares at me expectantly.

“You eat too.” It only takes him a moment to make his own plate and take the spot next to me. We eat for a few minutes in silence, just enjoying the others company when I remember, “So what are these things we need to talk about?”

“Well firstly I would like to apologize for being such an ass last night. As an older man I should have been in control of my wolf and should have stopped myself from basically kidnapping you last night.”

I shrug, “I went willingly. There is no need to apologize. No matter how old you are, you got excited when you saw me, I get it. My friend’s mate was no different when they met.”

He nods, obviously thankful for my understanding, “So I wanted to ask you a few questions that I should have asked last night. Like what is your surname?”

I chuckle realizing we really haven’t done a proper introduction, I turn to him with my hand out, “Kim, Kin Eunbi, and you are?”

“Do Kyungsoo,” He shakes my hand with a small smile.

“Well Kyungsoo, as an old man what do you do? Seems like it will be important.”

He nods, “I am the head of the Do group. CEO Do industries.”

I click my tongue, “Wow, my mate is pretty damn impressive.”

“And you are a dancer?”

“Lets not talk about me now, my life just looks sad compared to yours.”

“I have had a long time to get my life together, you are still just a little kitten. You have plenty of time to grow.”

“Thanks for inspirational words. Next question.”

“Of course, I hope you don’t mind my asking but about your ears…” He stares at them for a moment, I forgot that my wig had fallen off last night. My hands automatically go up to caress the soft fur. He watches me, his hand twitches in his lap making me chuckle.

“You can touch them,” I lean my head towards him. He is hesitant at first but once I lean closer he lets one hand graze them slightly. A purr begins to go off in my chest as his fingers gently caress one of my ears. “When I was little something happened to one of my human ears and I got scared and was only able to partially transform at the time, hence cat ears. I have tried getting them back to normal but I can’t so I just wear wigs to get people to stop staring,” I shrug.

He hums, staring at them with some kind of adoration in his eyes.

“Any other questions?”

“I was wondering about how you wanted to do things after today,” He looks down at his food, suddenly bashful.

“What do you mean?” I frown, thrown by the question. He made if very clear last night and this morning that there is no if, ands, or buts, about it, we are mates. Did he not want me as a mate? Did he want me to leave or something?

“What I said earlier, about keeping you here all week, I don’t want that-”

My heart stops. I can’t my mouth to open, I just stare at him, is he rejecting me?

He gives me a side glance when my breath hitches, “Please don’t be mad, it’s just how wolves are. We are possessive creatures when it comes to our mates. If you don’t want to move in that’s-“

“Wait a minute, move in? I thought you were going to kick me out!” I snarl, ready to murder him for giving me a heart attack.

“No, no, no, of course not!”

“Well you just said you don’t want to keep my here all week.”

“I want to keep you here forever!”

“Oh.” Now I feel like an idiot.

“I just don’t know how to say it without sounding like some crazy obsessive beast.”

“How about saying, ‘hey, we are mates, how about you move in since we are destined to be together forever anyway?’”

He pouts, “I didn’t know how well over that would go.”

“Well better than sounding like you were trying to get rid of me.”

He turns to me, “I would never try to get rid of you Kitten, understand? We are mates, you are going to be lucky to get away from me at all, okay?”

“I understand.”

“Good,” He kisses the top of my head. “So is that a yes?”

“I need to talk to my roommate first. I’m 100% sure her boyfriend would take over my half of the rent but I also want to let her know that I didn’t die.”

“We don’t have to go today,” He almost whines.

“Soo,” I warn when his hand slides up my thigh, “If we don’t her and her boyfriend are going to go to all alpha and murder someone trying to find me.”

He sighs, “Fine.”

“Now the only probably is I need some clothes since mine aren’t even whole enough to be consider clothes anymore, not that they were much before.”

“Just wear mine.”

I shrug.

He goes back into his room while I finish my breakfast, I’m not surprised that his plate is already empty, freaking wolves. He returns five minutes later in another nice suit with a pair of sweatpants in his hand.

I groan at the sight of him, “Why do you get to look so hot while I look like a bum?”

“I have to stop at my office on our way back so the suit is required. Plus I love the idea of you wearing my clothes everywhere,” He hums coming to stand in front of me. His hands rest on the breakfast bar, locking me in place, “Tells everyone who you belong to.”

I have to bite my lip to keep myself from whimpering. I push him away with all of my strength, only getting him a foot or two away, “We don’t have tome to go another round right now.”

He straightens his suit and clears his throat awkwardly, a pink hue gracing his cheeks, “You are very right. We should get going.” He hands me the pants, allowing me to pull them on myself. His eyes scan the doorway and down the hall, “Where are your shoes?”

I scoff, “I didn’t have any. I was being dragged along barefoot.”

Without a word he scoops me up bridal style and carries me out of the apartment. We take same path as last night, down the hallway, down the elevator and into the, I’m assuming, private garage. He gently places me in the passenger’s side seat before closing the door and going to his own door, grumbling something under his breath.

“What was that sir?” I raise a brow at him as he begins driving.

“I’m damning myself to the lowest part of hell for being too angry to even realize that you didn’t have shoes on last night. I pulled you across that dirty club floor and parking lot, there could have been anything on that floor! Glass, needles, vomit, anything!”

I laugh, “You worry way too much.” I place a hand on his thigh, “Kyungsoo I’m fine. I can handle walking barefoot, it’s actually what I prefer, you know basically being a cat and all. Now lets for get about it and turn here!” I frantically point to the left, realizing he has no idea where I live. I feel like we’ve known each other forever, not that we just met last night. He turns and listens quietly as I babble on, giving him directions as needed. You can tell the moment we switch to the slum of Seoul. I sense his anxiety rising, noting his hands tight grip on the wheel but choose to ignore it. I know I live in a dangerous area for a small girl but it’s all my friend and I could afford so I didn’t have much of an option. When we pull up to my building Kyungsoo is fuming.

“You live here?” His distaste and concern is written all over his face.

I sigh, “Yes, I know it’s shitty but it’s all I can afford, now do you want to stay in the car or-“

“You don’t think I’m letting you go in there alone do you?”

“Of course not,” I roll my eyes, “It’s not like I haven’t been doing it for the last three years.” He climbs out faster than me and once again picks me up like a princess. He carries me up the three flights of stairs and down the dirty hall littered with trash, his nose scrunched up in disgust. It only gets worse when we reach my door and I stretch my hand out to knock only to get pulled away right away after. Kyungsoo snarls, his teeth bared, eyes fixed on the door, his arms around me tighten. “Whoa there boy what’s with the teeth?”

His eyes glow red, “There is another alpha inside. The whole place reeks of him.”

“It’s-” The door rips open revealing another snarling alpha, this one a bit more familiar. “Yongguk oppa!” The other alpha’s eyes scan the situation in front of him for a  moment before yet another alpha appears, this one smaller, “Hyorin!”

“Eunbi!” My friend yells happily, reaching for me only to be pulled away by her mate. “Ya!”

“Who the hell are you?” Yongguk snarls.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. Heel mutt,” Kyungsoo seethes back, his eyes glowing more intense. Two alphas seem to enter a trance automatically going down on one knee and tilt their heads to the side, bearing their necks.

“What in the world is going on?” I demand, slapping Kyungsoo’s chest lightly.

“It’s a trick you pick up as an older alpha, you can make younger or weaker wolves submit without fighting.”

“Well stop. This is my roommate, and best friend, Hyorin, and her mate Yongguk. They are both very nice people.”

He growls again, “His scent is all over this place.”

“Yea, it’s how we keep other alphas away, Yongguk is pretty strong, at least I thought he was, he has helped me out a lot so stop this.”

“Fine,” He grumbles, he stops growling allowing his eyes to go back to normal ad allowing my friends to snap out of their trance. Hyorin shakes herself out of it before glaring at Soo, she reaches for me but once again I’m pulled away. “No touching.”

“Soo,” I whine kicking my legs, “Let me down.”

“Bi, you going to explain who this strange wolf carrying you is?” She questions.

“Oh yea! Oppa, Hyorin, this is my mate Kyungsoo. We met last night at the club.”

Hyorin nods, “And also broke a bouncer’s hand.”

“Yea he did…”

Soo pouts, “It’s because he was going to take you away.”

“I know, don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

“So, mate?” Yongguk eyes the older man up.

“Does this mean you are going to move out?” My friend pouts.

“Yea, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Her mate smiles, “I can finally get her to move in with me and you both can get out of this dump.”

“Great, now that all of that is settled, grab your things so we can go,” Kyungsoo finally puts me down past the thresh hold.

“What’s the rush?” Hyo muses, wrapping an arm around me almost possessively. “I would like to get to know the man who swooped up my best friend. You are an old powerful alpha from what I can tell, who exactly are you?”

He doesn’t answer, just glowers at her.

“Do Kyungsoo,” I answer.

Her eyes go wide, both her and Yongguk take two large steps away from me. “Do Kyungsoo? As in the councilmen?”

“Yes?” I look at him confused, “How big of a deal is that for other wolves?”

“Bi! You aren’t speaking formally to him! What the hell?” She warns, full of panic.


“It’s a big deal to other wolves but please don’t worry about it,” He admits but shrugs it off. “Now please gather your things. Are you going to need help?”

“No, I don’t have much. You should come along anyway,” I hold my hand out to him, which he quickly takes. I lead him through the small apartment into my tiny bedroom which only has room for a twin sized bed and a dresser. I grab my only large duffle bag and begin cleaning out my drawers.

“How long have you know them?” He asks suddenly. I turn around to see him sitting on the edge of my bed, his eyes fixated on me like usual.

“Um, for about six years now. I met Hyorin in high school and she met Oppa right after we graduated.”

“You seem really close.”

I nod, “We were all we really had at the time.”

“What about your family?”

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, “My dad, who is a were, hooked up with my mom and ran away right after she found out she was pregnant with me. My mom took care of me until the whole thing with my ears happened. She didn’t want to be know as the woman with the freak child so she gave me up when I was about 5. After that I went to a home for were children and I just kind of took care of myself after that.”

He is right behind me in a second, his arms wrapping around me tightly, pulling me into a soothing hug, “I’m so sorry Kitten.”

I shrug, “I’m over it now.”

He kisses my shoulder a few times before licking the bite mark on my neck, “You will never have to deal with things like that again.”

“I know,” I turn around in his embrace and kiss his lovely lips softly, “Thank you.”


“Wow,” I whistle at the sight of the massive building across the plaza. “That’s yours?”

He nods proudly, “My office is on the top floor. Over there,” He points to another skyscraper on the left, “Is Kim Industries. They are our partners and pack members. Than over there on the right is Wu, our Chines pack members. Behind them is Park.”

“All of them are part of your pack?”

“Yes, the Wu’s have four sons, Park two, Kim also four, and that leaves Do with two also.”

“So the twelve men in the council are you and your friends?”

“Yes, now do you want to come in with me?” He offers but looking down at my outfit I grimace and shake my head. I changed at my place but my outfit probably doesn’t fit the requirements to go inside, even with the boss on my arm.

“Next time I’ll wear something more appropriate so you can show me off without me feeling like an idiot.”

He chuckles, “You look absolutely beautiful.” His eyes scan over my pale blue jean and ratty black t-shirt down to my black heels and looks at me with so much adoration I feel like I’m wearing a ball gown with a full face a makeup.

“Thanks Soo but I’m just going to wander around the plaza for a few minutes, stretch my legs and enjoy some fresh air before we get home and lock ourselves in again,” I smirk at how his breath hitches and his eyes flash red.

“I’ll be back as fast as possible,” We both get out of the car, he walks with me to the center of the plaza but I shoo him away to do his work. He is hesitant to go but after a few kisses and a kick to the butt I get him going. The minute he is gone I feel eyes on me. I am out of place in the business centric plaza but I ignore the looks and begin to take a small stroll around the area. My eyes scan over the tall building that belongs to one of his pack members, Kim, I believe, before wandering over to Wu and even glancing back at Park. I thought they would all be the same boring inside but each has their own style, ranging from modern to classic to edgy. I feel tempted to wander inside but from the dirty looks I’m getting from the receptionists through the glass I have a feeling I’m not welcomed. Staring up at the top of Soo’s building I wonder if he’s watching me now or if he’s focused on work. I don’t feel the tingling down my back like I usually do when he stares so I go with the latter. So distracted by my thoughts I don’t notice the man on his phone walking my way until we are slamming into each other.

“Sorry,” I mumble stepping away quickly, noting it’s another wolf and don’t want his scent anywhere near me.

“Bi?” A familiar voice muses.

I look up and automatically grimace at the sight of an old customer, “Hello Jay.”

“What are you doing here?” He grins wide at me, completely ignoring my obvious distaste for him. We ended our client dancer association after I found out he was mated to a pretty little wolf, actually I ended it after she came to the club bawling. The alpha didn’t seem phased by his mate’s tears, he makes me feel disgusted with myself for not seeing his asshole ways earlier.

“I’m waiting for my mate,” I answer sharply.

He sniffs me, “Do I smell a wolf on you?”

“Yes,” I grit out between my teeth when he takes a step closer. Forcing me back a few more. “He should be back soon so get out of here. We are no longer acquaintances.”

“I would say we were more than acquaintances.”

“No. You were my customer until I banned you from the club, now we are nothing. Got it? I have a mate.”

He rolls his eyes at me, “Cats don’t have mates, you know that. It’s a wolf thing. Who is this wolf you fucking? Is he good? I thought you wouldn’t do it with a wolf? Are you expanding your clientele? Could I get a little taste?” He winks at me, making me feel sick, “How much?”

I growl at him, “No. I have never had sex for money, we both know that. Remember all the times I turned your nasty ass down? I have a mate now so I will be finding a different job so mind your own god damn business and get on with your life.”

“You can’t talk to me like that you little-” He is cut off by a horrifying snarl from over my shoulder. An arm wraps around my shoulders, it’s a tall handsome man with sharp features, his teeth bared at the man who had been yelling at me. Jay gulps but tries to put on a brave face, “Back off man I’m talking to the bitch.”

Another man appears, this one just as tall with bags under his fierce eyes, “Watch your mouth mutt,” He snarls. His hand is on the back of Jay’s neck, squeezing until Jay yelps in pain and drops to his knees. “Apologize. Now.”

“Who the hell are you guys?” Jay whimpers. I realize more attractive men in suits have surrounded us, each looking absolutely pissed, eyes glowing red, fangs peeking out from their upper lips. Even with their deadly aura I feel completely safe under this man’s arm. Not as warm and safe as I feel with Soo but it’s similar. I notice one familiar face.

“Do you really need to ask?” The man holding on to me growls.

Jay studies them for a moment, his face pales, confirming my thoughts.

“You are the council,” We both mumble together.

“Yes. Now I’ll say it one more time before I rip your head off for attacking a council member’s mate. Apologize.”

Jay presses his forehead to the ground, crying loudly, apologizing just as loudly. I roll my eyes, what a bitch. I sigh and look up at the one hanging on me, “If I threaten him will you back me up?”

He chuckles, “Happily.”

I smirk as I crouch down closer to where Jay is bawling. Feeling brave I tap the back of his head, “Stop your bawling and look at me.” He slowly obeys, only peeking up at me, “I will forgive you on one condition.”

Jay nods eagerly.

“Stop being a piece of shit. IF I hear tat you cheated on your mate one more fucking time I will murder you. She did nothing to deserve your shit. I have known my mate for under 24 hours and it destroys me to think about doing that to him or him doing that to me. So get a fucking heart, okay?”

He nods.

“Good, now scram.”

Jay is on his feet rushing away faster than I ever thought possible, leaving me with the eleven men who came to my rescue. I bow to them deeply, “Thank you.”

The tallest chuckles, “Doesn’t really look like you needed us.”

I shrug, “It’s always good to have some muscle.”

“So you are our Kyungsoo’s mate,” Another tall one hums, this one has much softer, even child like features.

“Yes, you are his pack.”

“Yes, we are.”

“You must be head alpha,” I note, staring down the tallest.

“I’m Kris Wu,” He bows his head slightly. “How could you tell?”

“You have this thing about you, screams head alpha.”

“I take it you are a were cat,” Another speaks, this one looks young but carries himself like an older man, and by the way the others separate for him I’m going with much older.

“Tiger,” I point out, flashing my blue eyes.

“Those are interesting,” He muses coming closer to get a better look at my ears. I move them slightly making him jump back like a child. Three others come closer to stare at them as well.

“I’m Eunbi by the way,” I smile at them.


“I’m Chanyeol!”


“Jongdae,” One with a Cheshire like grin bows his head. I scan the other six who have yet to say a word.

“I already know you,” I smirk at the blond man slowly creeping up.

“There you go again,” He huffs.

“You are the only one who seems to have a problem with it.”

“What?” Baekhyun glances between us confused.

“See Baekhyun doesn’t even notice it.”

“That’s not an excuse!”

“Sehun what are you whining about now?” Kyungsoo finally appears. I beam at him and rush over into his open arms.

“Soo,” I playfully whine, casting a glare at Sehun, “Sehunnie is being mean.”

“I am not!”

“He is the youngest isn’t he?” I suddenly realize why it must be bugging him.

“How can you tell?” A pretty doe eyed man snorts.

“Is he always this childish?”

The man nods, before narrowing his eyes on me, not in a pissed way, more amused than anything, “Oh.”

“There you go,” I chuckle.

“What?” Baekhyun joins in on the whining.

“Come on Baekhyun, you can figure it out,” I stare at him for another moment before his jaw drops.


“Oh?” Sehun pouts. “She just gets an oh? No scolding or punishment? You guys would murder me if I did that!”

The others slowly catch on, Kris is chuckling at the realization, “How the hell did I not realize she was speaking informally?”

“How old are you?” Minseok questions with the same amusement.

“23,” Soo and I both respond.

“She is going to fit in well here,” Kris sighs.

“Fit in?” I look to Soo confused.

“As my mate, you are now part of our pack,” He kisses my temple.

“So that’s why all of you came rushing over, to help a pack member?”

Kris nods, “Since you are a mate the protectiveness we feel will be more intense until the rest of us find mates.”

“Wow none of you have mates? Aren’t you all really old?”

The pretty man chuckles, “You sure are something.”

Kyungsoo wraps his arms around me tight, “Yes, you sure are. You are all mine, little kitten.”

“Enough of that mushy stuff,” A tan man grimaces at us.

“Jongin is just mad he doesn’t have mate do that with,” A sweet man glares at the younger.

“You are too Yixing hyung.”

“Okay guys that’s enough,” Another calms the two, “I’m Suho, second in command, it’s nice to meet you.” The man tries to shake my hand but Soo pulling me away makes him roll his eyes. The other’s all come forward, greeting me with big smiles and attempts at hugs but stop when Kyungsoo begins kicking them away. I just chuckle as they cause a massive amount of chaos in the plaza, causing people to run away.

“As alpha of the pack,” Kris says gaining everyone’s attention, he smirks at me, “I’m happy to welcome you to the pack, Kitten,”

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The signs as types of crushes


The hate crush: The guy you really can’t stand, but your blood gets so hot every time he enrages you that it basically turns you on and you just want to rip his clothes off to make him stop talking already.


The barista crush: The guy who makes your coffee at the cart you stop at every morning. He always remembers how you take it and gives you a sweet little wink, so you’re basically in love, right?


The see-him-everywhere crush: The guy in your extended circle of friends that you run into all the time. He’s on your bus one morning. You walk your dogs in the same park. He’s at your college friend Heather’s birthday party. But you can never quite find a way to get him into a real conversation.


The “This could really be it” crush: The guy you just started dating who has serious potential to be the love of your life. You’ve got all the delightful swoon-y symptoms of a crush, but there’s something even better there too.


The high school reunion crush: The guy who wasn’t on the football team, so your 17-year-old self never even noticed him, but five years later, you’re suddenly putting on makeup and a cute dress just in case you run into him at the grocery store with your mom.


The work crush: The guy you wouldn’t normally be into, but you sit at the cubicle next to him nine hours a day, five days a week, so you’re basically forced to develop a smidge of feelings for him.


The Twitter crush: The guy you’ve never even met, but your friend retweets him and he’s so cute and always so witty, and now you Google-stalk him weekly and dream of ways to scheme a run-in with him.


The crush you’d never admit: The guy you would never say out loud that you have a teeny-tiny harmless crush on because it’s so, so wrong. Like, say, your best friend’s husband. You’d NEVER act on it, ever (but you did have a weird dream once that made you feel guilty).


The childhood crush: The guy you screamed “Cooties!” at in the third grade and “went out” with in the fifth for two weeks. It broke your heart a little when you discovered on Facebook that he got married, even though you haven’t spoken to him in 10 years and he’s not even that cute anymore.


The borderline-inappropriate authority crush: The guy who’s way too old for you and you feel majorly creepy admitting it to yourself, but you’d totally do him. Think a college professor or your first boss.


The not-your-type crush: The guy you would never expect yourself to be into, but you are in a big way. He’s stocky and blond, whereas you usually go for lanky and dark. He’s totally corporate and you’re an all-natural free spirit. He’s a skater boy, you do ballet. Whatever, opposites attract.


The celeb crush: The guy whose poster hung above your twin-size bed for five years, and you were legitimately certain you’d marry him by the end of every *Tiger Beat *article. You’re so glad the Internet wasn’t around when you were 13 because you might have been one of those crazy preteens making Twitter death threats against his girlfriend.

a snow angel.

victor: yuuri, look! i’m a snow angel

yuuri: you were already an angel, victor

yurio [in the distance]: i’m the motherfucking ice tiger from russia

She likes you [Daryl Dixon]

Summary: The reader catches Daryl sitting in front of Shiva’s cage.

Pairing: King’s daughter!Reader x Daryl Dixon

Word count: 860

Warnings: Bad language

* English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for possible grammatical errors.

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Requested: Nope

Pairing: Theo Raken x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of character death, fluff, making out, run away dog, brace yourselves

Words: 1,365

“Akia!” You called out desperately. “Come on, Akia, it’s too late for this shit.”

You jogged down the dark streets of Beacon Hills searching for your Samoyed dog. What possessed her to run into the night, you would never know. You only wished she hadn’t chosen eleven at night to do so.

You knew of the things that went bump in the night of Beacon Hills. You were one of those things yourself, an evolved were-tiger. Yep, you turned into a giant cat, something you were contemplating doing in hopes to try and find your dog faster. But a tiger prowling around the town was bound to get you shot.

SIghing, you rubbed your arms, shivering from the cold, jumping slightly when a drop of wetness landed on your cheek. You stopped and took a deep breath, attempting to seek out your dog. It took a moment because you got all of the gasoline and food scents as well, but you caught on to the shampoo you bathed her in. You started to jog again, following her scent.

Finally, Akia’s scent was strong as you neared a truck. You slowed your pace and looked at the truck, it was so familiar. It was pouring hard now and you were soaked to the bone. You walked up to the truck and peered into the window, finding your giant ball of white fluff curled up in the front seat.

You attempted to open the door, but found it locked. Your dog noticed you instantly and started to bark happily. She jumped up from the front seat and to the back seat and then back to the front. It was then you noticed the person curled up in the back seat.

“Alright, alright, I’m up.” You heard the person mumble. “What’s got you worked up girl?” He crawled to the front seat and you both froze upon locking eyes.

The pretty blue eyes of Theo Raken stared back into you own. You hadn’t seen him since he went to hell. What was he doing, sleeping in his truck?

You both jumped when your dog barked. “What are you doing out here?” You asked.

“What are you doing out here?” He retorted.

“I asked you first.” You rolled your eyes..

“It’s dangerous for you to be out so late.” He stated.

“Exactly, so why are you out here?” You tried again.

“You could get attacked.” He argued.

“I was looking for my dog, who is sitting next to you. Now stop avoiding my question.” You snapped.

“Get in.” He told you.

“Not until you tell me why you’re sleeping in your truck.” You crossed your arms, blinking through the heavy rain.

“Get in the truck.” He sighed.


“Y/n, you’re going to get sick.”


“Don’t do this-.”


“I’m fucking homeless okay! Now get in the damn truck!”

You jumped at his sudden shout, but nonetheless, complied. You jogged around the truck and slipped into the passenger seat, Akia jumping to the back seat out of your way. Theo started the car and turned on the heat, in hopes of easing your shaking.

A moment later he grabbed his blanket from the backseat and laid it over you. You gratefully accepted it, muttering a quiet ‘thank you’. You two sat in silence for several minutes, Akia even whined at the tension in the air.

What did you say to a person who was just in hell? Especially one you were practically head over heels for? ‘Welcome back from hell, by the way I want to kiss your face!’ Yeah, no.

“What, um, what did you get on that project?” He asked quietly.

You looked over at him. “Really that’s your concern? What grade we got on that stupid project?”

“Well, we spent so much time on it and then you ended up having to finish it on your own. I doubt you got a bad gra-.” He continued.

“The project really shouldn’t be the topic of conversation right now.” You scoffed.

“Well, what else do you want me to say?” He asked, annoyed.

“How about what the fuck happened to you?” You snapped. “Like how did you come back! Why have you decided to sleep in your truck instead of going to someone!”

“Who the hell am I supposed to go to?” He yelled back at you.

“Me!” You screamed. “Me! You were suppose to come to me! The person who is still standing by your side even with all the things you did that were against me!”

Theo lowered his head in silence. “I didn’t know what would happen if I did…” He admitted.

“I would’ve opened the door and let you.” You whispered. “How long have you been back?”

“Only a few days…” He answered quietly.

That was the answer you didn’t want to hear. You suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of anger pushed through you. With a growl, you reached over and punched him in the chest.

The blow took him by surprise and he yelped, “Ow, what the he-?” You hit him again. You were hanging over the center console and you were hitting him repeatedly. You weren’t doing any real damage, but you were sure he’d have bruises from you fists.

“St-Stop! Stop, Y/n!” He shouted gripping your wrists. “What the hell are you… doing…” He trailed off as he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks.

You didn’t even try to explain yourself, knowing that if you opened your mouth you said something you’d regret. Even when you opened your mouth  nothing came out, just a broken sob. He released your wrists and caught you as you fell into his arms.

You cried into his chest, not caring that you were soaking him with your tears and wet clothes. He didn’t seem to mind either as he held you tight. Your body shook violently in his arms and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tighter than he was you.

After what seemed like forever, you finally stopped crying and now you just laid against his chest. His gentle combing fingers and beating of his heart soothed you. You didn’t know how long you two just laid in the front seat of his truck, but the longer you sat the more you thought.

You thought about his somewhat death, and if it were to happen again you’d take his hand and either pull him out or follow him down. You couldn’t go through the heartbreak again. You  wouldn’t.

“Please, don’t cry.” Theo whispered above you.

“Then,” You stopped.

“Then what?” He hummed.

You pushed yourself up to look at him, noting how close you two actually were. He brushed your damp hair out of your face, gently resting his hand on your cheek. He waited patiently for you to finish but you couldn’t, because you didn’t know what you wanted to say.

So you didn’t say anything, instead you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. He wasted no time in returning the kiss with just as much passion. Your fingers fisted his shirt while his did the same with your hair.

Your lungs began to burn from lack of air and to appease them you pulled away. You leaned your head against his gently, closing your eyes. His fingers went back to running through your hair and he pressed a gentle peck to your lips.

“I’m sorry for not coming to you. I tried to avoid hurting you, but I did the complete opposite.” He sighed.

“Shh.” You whispered, opening your eyes. “You can make it up by taking me home.”

“Y/n,” He stuttered. “I don’t know if that’s a-.”

“You’re homeless, tired and in desperate need of a real bed.” You said. “I’m cold, wet and in desperate need of a cuddle buddy.”

Theo was quiet for a moment, giving you time to take back you offer, but you stood your ground.

“Well, I might be able to resolve your need for a cuddle buddy.” He smiled, giving in.

A grin broke out on your face. “And I might be able to do something about your need for a bed.”

“Sounds like a win-win situation.”

Dusk Till Dawn


Request - Heey:) could you do harry hook x reader imagine to the song “Dusk till dawn” by Zayn & Sia?? Just if you wants to of course☺️
Requested by - Anonymous
Word Count - 3, 150
Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader (Daughter of Tiger Lily[cheifs daughter in Peter Pan])
Warnings - Ok I definetly swore in this, but only because I have been swearing more than usual in day to day life aswell so…yeah ; )
Summary - I feel like I made short stories or mini canons to each lyrics that were together oops these don’t really fit togther unless by fit together you add in small or large timeskips. Basically the lyrics became prompts to short stories so yep, also I got bored and made a moodboard in piccollage! 


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