look at their smiley faces oh no

SugaKookie Appreciation

Where to start with these two..

Lamb Skewers buddies

Smiley Yoongi :D

The way they look at each other *Fangirls in distance*

Oh My Heart TT TT

The Hugs Though 

Kookie and Yoonji <3

These two …OMG 

Pictures Together <3 

Sleepy Babies

My Favorite Picture of them Bare faced and Handsome as Ever 

Oh my sweet Sugakookie I could go on forever about these two <3 much like i do with Sobe/Yoonseok.  Sorry for the long post and ramblings just have to many feels lately TT TT  Probably do some more appreciation posts later on but for now Love you All!! :) <3

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anonymous asked:

I will never get over how smiley and flirty Magnus and alec were on their date

i know

it kills me all the time when i think about the soft focus lighting, the laughter and their smiles. there was such heavy sweet flirtation in that let’s play moment that just echoes still. it was so god damn them and seeing alec’s face light up like that when he knew magnus was playing him, how much he loved it. imagining that warmth and the hum of the bar around them, sticking close to each other but not close enough to touch, slow smiles and i think in between all of those fairy lights and all of the warmth, it was just filling all that charged air. this deep pulling attraction, but more than that a sense of potential. 

until that conversation happened it was just something fucking else. i just keep imagining the little details we missed. both of them finishing their drinks and magnus asking if he wanted another, somewhere in the middle of the game of pool. alec nodding although he held up a hand.

“just… not another beer.” and he said it kind of quietly, but with a little bit of a smile. the way magnus would look at him and then raise a brow, laughing softly.

“not another beer,” magnus would say, with a nod. “i knew you hated it.” right before he walked back to the bar.

when magnus got back alec took his martini glass and rolled his eyes, soft laughter. “i didn’t hate it, i just want to try something else.”

but the way magnus was staring at him and smiling at him, his eyes sparkling, catching all of the light around them, it was clear there was no judgement there. there was however, a lot of fondness. “of course, alexander.”

then after the game concluded, alec leaning back against the pool table and watching magnus over the rim of his glass. the look he had in his eyes made magnus feel like something was sparking in his chest, frayed connections knitting themselves back together and burning electrical as those hazel eyes appraised him.

so he breathed in, needing to do something with himself, turning to the jukebox and picking out a song. that was enough time to relax himself, if only a little bit. but the thing was it was pulling at his mouth because although it was a lot, it was good. this feeling was good, in the warmth of a bar he frequented so often, alec existing in this place he loved in a way that was so easy. it felt a little bit like a possibility of the future.

Best Undressed: Josh Dun smut

Y/N: Sorry I fell off the face of the earth. I was super busy and I still kind of am but I’m going to just see where this goes and keep doing requests and stuff whenever I get a chance. Okay love you all xoxo

Anonymous said:
concept: y/n is supposed to have dinner with tyler and jenna but while y/n is trying to get dressed, every time y/n puts something on, josh takes something else off…?

*female reader, smut

Water rushed down against your skin, hair tousled between your fingers, soapy suds sliding down your back, steam rising from the shower, your lips pressed together, eyes closed, humming a soft tune of a song your boyfriend had been caught listening to earlier that day. Warm showers were always something you enjoyed, the way the water glided down your body, messy hair cascading down your shoulders, steamy hot air surrounding you, able to close your eyes and be alone. Although you had enjoyed some pretty amazing shower sessions with your boyfriend Josh in the past, you had to admit that sometimes being alone was just as pleasurable.

As you rinsed yourself off and stepped out of the shower, you looked in the mirror, drawing a smiley face in the foggy glass simply for your own amusement, then snatching a towel and wrapping it around your body. You walked out of the bathroom and stepped into your bedroom, picking up your phone and eyes going wide. “Fuck,” you gasped.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Josh raised an eyebrow, turning around to reveal his outfit, a fine tuxedo with a tie to match your outfit. “Oh gosh.”

“Yeah,” you gulped nervously. “I’m going to make us so fucking late. In fact, I think we already are. Geez, I am so sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Josh reassured.

“Not it’s not,” you argued, crossing your arms over your chest. “Dammit I even called to make sure you were already dressed when you came home from work and that I’d be ready for you to pick me up and I just feel-”

“Sweetie, it’s fine. Really,” Josh insisted, sitting on the edge of the bed across from where you were standing, nervously biting your lower lip. “We have dinner with Tyler and Jenna every month. I’m sure being a little late once won’t totally ruin our relationship with them. They’re very forgiving.”

“No, no, no,” you shook your head, closing your eyes tight, cursing yourself over and over in your head. “You don’t understand. Jenna’s been trying to get these reservations for months. It’s one of the fanciest restaurants in town and they’re constantly busy, I can’t believe I’m already running late.”

“Y/n, trust me. It’s going to be okay,” Josh explained.

“Why didn’t you knock on the door and tell me?” you groaned.

“I just got home,” he told you. “I thought you were just in the bathroom or something. I didn’t know you were taking a shower.”

“I’m so screwed,” you muttered under your breath, running a hand through your hair. “Please call Tyler and tell him we’re on our way. I’ve got to get dressed.”

“Babe,” Josh eyed you up and down slowly. “I’m telling you, honest, it’s fine.”

“Shut up and call him,” you insisted, rushing over to your closet and trying to find the dress you had agreed on wearing for over a week now. Your stupid ass ruined everything, and it was something you and Jenna had planned for almost forever, everything down to the smallest detail. You felt like crying, but forced yourself to suck it up, try to clear your mind, forget about it, and instead, use as much time as you had right now to change things and make it right. You were so angry at yourself, knowing you had already fucked everything up. You fumbled for the dress, finally picking the hanger out of the closet and taking a step back when you felt two arms snake around your hips, pulling your back so it was pressed against his chest.

“I think you need to lose the towel, sweetheart,” Josh whispered in your ear.

“I think you need to prioritize,” you narrowed your eyes, turning around and pushing him back.

“I am,” he nodded. “You’ve always been my number one priority.”

“Jenna’s going to be pissed,” you grumbled.

“No she’s not,” he rolled his eyes. You discarded your towel and Josh instantly smirked, eyes gazing at your exposed body. “Besides, we’re already late anyways.”

“Exactly. That means we need to hurry the hell up,” you argued. You paced over to the dresser, tugging it open and bending down to pick up your bra and underwear, Josh raising his eyebrows and eyeing you carefully. “Oh stop it. We don’t have time for this.”

“We always have time for this,” Josh reminded. You glared at him and slid on your panties, watching as he skillfully removed his tie from around his neck, then the suit jacket.

“We’re supposed to be getting dressed,” you snapped, fixing on your bra as he began to unbutton his shirt. “Not undressed.”

“I know,” he shrugged, undoing the last button and tossing the dress shirt across the bed.

“Josh,” you hissed, grabbing your dress and stepping into it, pulling it up towards your body as he unbuckled his pants, unzipping them, slowly sliding them down as you adjusted your dress. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You tell me,” he winked, kicking off his pants and walking over to you slowly.

“Joshua,” you stated his name more forcefully this time, trying to stay serious and angry. “Put on your goddamn clothes. We’re so fucking late.” It took every particle within your being not to stop and stare at his chest, the way his muscles accentuated his tattoo sleeve, how wonderful he looked, how you just wanted to run your hands down his skin and kiss him all over. No, you couldn’t think about that. You had to get to the restaurant and you needed to do it now.

“Mmm I think I’d rather stay in for the night,” he insisted. “I mean, my clothes are off, I’m kind of comfortable, and you look really lovely in that dress. Kind of makes me want to see what’s underneath again, for a longer period of time than the last maybe. I mean, you did get dressed sort of quick-”

“Goodness gracious, Josh!” you finally lost it, rage boiling up inside of you, fists clenched at your sides. “We plan a dinner for how many weeks and then we can’t even get there on time, much less get dressed? This is ridiculous!”

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” he smiled, managing to somehow look past all the fury overflowing from inside you.

“Shut up,” you maintained your glare, glancing down for a split second to realize he had a hard on before flickering your eyes up to meet his, still trying to fight the temptation.

“Come on baby, you know you want to,” he sighed, slowly moving his hand down his chest to his boxers. He dipped his thumb underneath the fabric, outlining the waistband, slowly moving it lower, exposing his hips. “I’m already hard.”

“Fuck it,” you instantly placed your lips on his, both of you sharing an open mouthed, passionate, desperate kiss. He quickly went to work on the zipper of your dress, tugging down the fabric and picking you up out of it, placing you onto the mattress of the bed and laying down on top of you.

“Shouldn’t have even bothered getting dressed,” he mumbled in between greedy kisses.

“I should’ve known,” you chuckled, kissing him one last time before his lips trailed down your neck, nipping at your skin and gliding his tongue across the pain and replacing it with pleasure, leaving hickeys as he traveled towards your breasts, unhooking your bra and sliding that off of your shoulders before grazing his teeth past one of your nipples, massaging your other breast with his hand.

“So beautiful,” he barely breathed as he placed kisses on your chest.

“Shit,” you gasped, tilting your head back into the pillows as he started to move lower, palms slowly gliding down your stomach, pressing soft kisses to your belly, then your waist, and lower, until his thumbs hooked the waistband of your panties and slid them down. Before you could even say another word his mouth was on your core, licking stripes up and down your folds, making you let out a loud moan. “Holy fuck, Josh.”

“That’s right, y/n,” he mumbled, moving his hand over your entrance and slowly inserting a finger, pumping it in and out, flicking his tongue against your skin. “Say my name.”

“Oh god, Josh,” you moaned even louder, him inserting another finger and picking up the pace, his tongue tracing circles over your clit, making you grab fistfuls of his hair, tugging at it desperately. You were so close to cumming when he pulled away, making you whimper for more, and he licked his lips, smirking as he slowly sucked your fluids off his fingers, remaining eye contact with you the entire time.

“You want this, baby?” he stroked a hand over his clothed cock. “You sure you don’t want to go to the dinner? I mean, if you really insist, I’m pretty sure you were set on going. I’m sure we can just-”

“No,” you shook your head. “Josh, don’t tease me.”

“I don’t know,” he looked away innocently. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe it’s best we just go back, apologize, still try to make it.”

“Shut up,” you demanded, turning him over onto the mattress so you were straddling his hips, tugging down his boxers and sliding them off his ankles, tossing them off of the bed. “I want to fuck you so bad. You keep tempting me, keep teasing me, I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”

“Then do it,” he stared at me, brown eyes intimidating and overwhelming yet so fucking tempting. “If you want it so badly babe, all you need to do is fuck me. Fuck me good and fuck me hard.”

“Whatever you say,” you smirked, carefully taking his dick in your hands and lining him up with your entrance before pushing down, sliding every inch inside of you, gasping and tilting your head up, listening to Josh let out a soft moan.

“Oh fuck y/n,” he bit down on his lower lip. “Ride me, baby. Fuck me so good.”

“You don’t have to say it twice,” you narrowed your eyes, thrusting your hips and pushing him even deeper, moving up and down. His hands gripped your waist, pushing you faster, harder, putting you at an even quicker pace. With every thrust you grew closer, your legs trembling, gasps and moans starting to get harder to restrain. Josh was a mess too, and you could feel from the way his movements began to get sloppy, more desperate, both of you barely hanging on.

“Shit,” he moaned as you both orgasmed, riding out waves of euphoria as you both came, your sweaty and exhausted body soon collapsing on top of his, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. “Dammit you feel so good, y/n.”

“Totally worth it,” you let out a light chuckle, his arms wrapping around you and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “What are we going to tell Tyler and Jenna though?”

“We’ll figure something out,” Josh reassured. Just then, his phone rang from the nightstand and you both stared at it. “Maybe I should get it. It’s Tyler after all.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, reaching for it and then handing it to Josh. You were surprised there weren’t any missed phone calls or texts.

“Hey Ty, look I’m so sorry-” Josh began to say but Tyler was already speaking.

“I’m so sorry, look, Jenna and I got a little distracted and I guess we weren’t keeping track of time. We didn’t make it to the reservations, I’m so sorry dude, you must’ve been waiting forever,” Tyler quickly explained. Josh blinked for a few seconds, staring at you and then laughing. “Wait. You’re not mad?”

“It’s kind of a funny story,” Josh stifled a laugh. “Me and y/n never ended up making it either. We sort of had the same predicament you guys did.”

“Ah, I’m not sure it was quite the same,” Tyler insisted with a small chuckle. “I’m sure you both had quite the uh, distraction though, too.”

“Believe me, I did,” Josh grinned. “Anyways, we’ll do dinner some other time I’m guessing?”

“Sure,” Tyler decided. “Anyways, you two enjoy your uh, whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Why? What were you two doing?” Josh raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Watching a movie,” Tyler stuttered.

“You sure it was a movie?” Josh persisted.

“Oh shut up,” Tyler argued, you could practically hear the eye roll from on the other side of the line. “Dinner next week work for you?”

“Yeah,” Josh nodded. “See you later.” He hung up the phone and then set it on the night stand before turning towards you again.

“So, we’ve got the rest of the night to ourselves I assume?” you asked.

“You bet your ass we do,” Josh smiled. “You know what that means?”

“We put our clothes back on like normal people and go out to dinner ourselves?” you raised an eyebrow. “Come on, Josh. I didn’t buy that dress for nothing.”

“You always looked best undressed, sweetheart,” he insisted. “I was thinking something a little different.”

“Then what?” you narrowed your eyes.

“I was thinking we should just stay in for the night,” he winked. “That means we have time for round two.”

Imagine being Mr. J’s girlfriend and trying to give one of the guard dogs a bath

(Idk I would just think he has a guarddog)

Originally posted by pretty-dead-dog

Y/n looked at the two sweet yet vicious dobermans sniffing her to make sure she wasn’t an imposter or a threat to Mr. J. “Frosty?” Y/n looked over at the statue-like guard next to her. “Yes, Y/N?” “When the last time that Smiley and Chuckles had a bath?” She noticed the look of confusion on Frosts face and made her mind. “That’s it! I’m giving them a bath!” 

Time Skip

Mr. J growled at the disappearance of his dogs and his puppy-loving Y/n. “Where are they?” He was answered by the dogs running out covered in bubbles and soaking wet and a towel-wrapped, squealing Y/N. “Come back! You’re still wet!” Y/n skid to halt in front of Mr. J. He smiled at her wet form and wrapped a arm around her waist and yanked her flush against him. “Oh hi J~” She twirled a wet a strand of hair, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Oh hello my sweet devious girl~ care to join me for a bath?” He cackled while she blushed.

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

The Bet- A Cassian/Azriel/Mor Fic

….Listen my dudes, idk what to tell you, I’ve never written this pairing before, never really felt that inclined to either… But they wanted to bang…so I let them. Bless my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing!! 

Title: The Bet

Summary: Modern AU, established relationship. Cassian, Az and Mor have somewhere to be and while the boys are up their sleeping beauty is nowhere to be found. Az comes with a novel way of getting her out of bed….NSFW. Sin. Much sin ahead. You’ve been warned. 

Teaser: Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Link: AO3 

Azriel doesn’t look up from the piece of toast he’s slowly, precisely, buttering as he hears the unmistakeable sounds of Cassian sloping into the room behind him. His boyfriend doesn’t stop walking until he crashes, albeit gently, into Az’s back, jolting him against the counter. His thick, muscled arms slide easily around his waist and he nuzzles softly at his neck, still slightly damp from the shower.

“Mm, you smell like Mor,” is Cassian’s dreamy idea of a mumbled morning greeting.  

Az comes as close to grimacing that he ever does at that. “I think I used her shampoo this morning,” he confesses drily, now tipping coffee into the mug in front of him. Cassian lets out a gasp of mock horror at this and withdraws from him as though tainted. He claps him playfully on the shoulder, “Good luck,” is all he says before he heaves himself up onto the worktop, his heels knocking gently against the cupboard door.  

A soft smile traces Az’s lips as he slides the coffee towards Cassian who raises the mug in a grateful salute after grabbing it before taking a long draught. “I don’t think I have to worry about it,” he says evenly, melting out of the way to let Cassian at the toaster and hob, “She won’t be coherent enough to notice for a while yet.

Cassian glances over Azriel’s head towards the door of their bedroom, slightly ajar, revealing the darkness within, then he snorts. “It looks like the lair of some fell beast,” he observes, casually swiping a piece of Az’s buttered toast and transferring it to his mouth. Az huffs but doesn’t protest, considering it a fair trade for the half a pack of bacon Cassian has just slapped into a pan.  

Az makes a business of checking his watch, “At this time of the morning you’re not far wrong,” he murmurs, ambling to the fridge and pulling out eggs which he lays on the counter within easy reach of Cassian’s broad, deft hands.

Cass snorts at that assessment, barely even looking at what he’s doing as he cracks the eggs and transfers them to a bowl to whisk them up, “How long do we have before we need to leave?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

“A few hours yet,” Az replies mildly, taking a small sip of his own coffee, “But she should get up now.”

Cassian snorts again, “You expect her to manage that without some sort of encouragement?” he demands, “Waking Mor up at this time is like waking the dead, we’d have an easier time finding a new girlfriend at the graveyard.”  

Az just smiles at that, watching his boyfriend work, “Mm, I’m quite fond of this one, as it happens,” he murmurs quietly.

He’s fully aware that he already has a plan to deal with their…situation. Cassian never eats his eggs scrambled this way, and his bacon is always half raw. Sure enough, a few moments later, tipping the eggs into a frying pan, Cass grins, “Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he says affectionately, leaning over and kissing Az on the cheek even as he rolls his eyes at the petname, ”I have just the thing. She’ll be up in a minute, all bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

 It’s Az’s turn to snort at that. Of the three of them, Cass is the one most likely to tend towards optimism but even by his standards that’s stretching the bounds of belief. “Okay fine, she’ll be conscious,” he amends irritably before waggling a spatula threateningly in Az’s direction, “you get to take over from there.”

“If you actually manage to get her up I’ll take over from there,” he promises faithfully, taking another idle sip of his coffee.  

“Ha,” Cass grins, “Just you wait, Az, she can never resist my cooking. Ever.” He reaches past him and swipes the large ‘princess’ mug out of the cupboard, filling it with coffee from the pot before dumping in a small mountain of sugar and half of their milk reserves into it with his customary grimace that anyone would dare besmirch the good name of coffee the way that Mor does.

Azriel just hums as Cassian starts to load Mor’s breakfast onto a tray, leaning against the worktop, saying nothing. As he starts to leave the room however, Mor’s breakfast arranged in the shape of a smiley face with tomato eyes, a bacon mouth, scrambled egg hair and a spikey toast hat however, Az dips down and presses a soft kiss to his lips, “Good luck,” he murmurs.

Cassian waves an airy hand, “Oh ye of little faith!” he huffs irritably as he sets off in the direction of their bedroom.  

Azriel waits patiently and he and his lack of faith are rewarded by a Cassian stomping out of the room five minutes later, caught somewhere between astonishment and dejection, resolutely munching a piece of Mor’s toast. “Unbelievable,” he grumbles, looking sincerely crestfallen. “She’s made of stone, Az, we’re dating a statute, I hope you know that.”

Az just smiles as Cassian helps himself to some of Mor’s eggs, clearly lamenting their wasteful scrambling. “That was never going to work,” he says smoothly.

Cassian lets out a good natured growl, now eating a piece of Mor’s bacon with his fingers. He brandishes it at Az, “I bet you a tenner you can’t get her out of bed before I can.”

Cass watches as Azriel considers this, can practically hear the cogs turning in that mysterious, shadowed brain of his. Finally, with a decisive little nod, he sets down his piece of toast and says, “Deal,” before padding towards their bedroom.  

Blinking, slightly startled by this sudden turn of events he calls after him, “On this try mind you!” Az just vaguely nods his agreement, gently pushing open the door at the end of the corridor. What a well meaning idiot, Cassian muses with a shake of the head, happily stuffing one of Mor’s tomatoes into his mouth. She doesn’t know what she’s missing, this breakfast was up to his finest high standards, but Az is taking part in a truly hopeless mission. Fire-breathing dragons would have been easier and safer to approach than their Morrigan this morning.

Cassian waits, shovelling down more of Mor’s bacon with what Az would probably consider indecent enthusiasm. Mor would understand though, he has to give this breakfast a proper funeral, worthy of her approval. He expects to see Az slinking back to him, defeated, rummaging irritably in his jeans for his wallet to offer him the spoils of his victory. He freezes, another piece of toast halfway to his mouth, loaded with scrambled eggs and dread – if Azriel fails in this task it’ll be his turn to rouse Mor again…He contemplates this for a few seconds then shovels the toast and egg into his mouth, deciding it’ll be worth it. His boyfriend had been so achingly sure of himself and while Cass doesn’t think that Az’s ego needs to be deflated any more than it already is, on the other hand he really does like the idea of him coughing up the bet money.  

Cassian waits some more, still devouring Mor’s breakfast, feeling a slight pang of worry for Az. In her current state, well aimed pillows might just be lethal, and he’s quite fond of Az’s pretty face…He decides to give it a few more minutes before launching an emergency rescue operation. Any second now he’s going to have to kiss that small frown from his beautiful face, console him even as he delightedly accepts his winnings.  

Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Gently pushing open the door, decorated with Az’s careful, neat lettering of their names (Cassian’s idea) and the small stick figures in the top left corner, (a drunken Mor’s contribution) he pauses to properly drink in the scene. Azriel is kneeling on the floor at the side of their bed, Mor’s long, golden legs hooked over his shoulders, his head buried between them. Mor is arching in pleasure, another faint moan spilling from her open lips as her body bows from the bed. Her hands fist the crisp white sheets, clutching at them as Az teases her with his tongue.  

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.5

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Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: let’s reach for 100, as usual! i really hope you guys enjoy this part as well (bc i kinda really like this part). im so happy to write this series and it makes me happy that ya’ll totally encourage me on it!! 

Parts: one, two, three, four, fivesix, seveneight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve,

                                                  I M A G I N E 

Helsinki, 18:28 P.M. (last day in Finland, concert day)

“Where the fuck is it?” Calum growled, throwing Ashton’s clothing up in the air as he dug through his things. You watched in fear as Michael, Luke, and Ashton watched with you. 

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Mark’s Kiss - Pt. 2 of Mark’s “Types of Kisses” Series

Originally posted by j-miki

member: mark
rating: nc-17
genre: smut
word count: 2987

A/N: And here’s part 2 that someone requested!! Thank you for your support, everyone <3 You can read Part One here.

I also have a treat inside for you! Be sure to put your name in the box and hit submit for a more immersive read. (It only works if you’re on my page, and using a browser with javescript enabled.)

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Distractions pt 11

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4 || Pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || Pt. 7 || Pt. 8 || Pt.9 || Pt. 10 || Pt. 11

Yoongi x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 4856

Originally posted by yoonmin

Yoongi laid in bed as the noon sun pierced through the blinds painting glimmering golden stripes across the bedroom. It’s already been a whole week since he collapsed and finally, he seemed to be recovered but he chose to stay home for one more day to make sure that he had fully gotten rid of his illness. He didn’t want to get you or anyone else sick at Music Box.

After hours of just laying in bed, Yoongi’s stomach finally decided to make a desperate call for help. All this week he had no appetite because his brain just refused all ideas of eating while he was sick. Now that he was better, he felt like he could eat an entire grocery store or something. 

The dorm was empty as expected. It was already afternoon and everyone would probably be out doing their own thing, but Yoongi was surprised to see Jimin in the kitchen eating lunch. He thought that he’d be out with one of the others, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Yoongi could sense that there was something up with Jimin. After living together for so long, he had grown accustomed to the way Jimin acted. Just by the way the younger poked at his food and zoned out, Yoongi could tell that there was something wrong.

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Catfished : Episode 1 <3

It’s a chilly Thursday morning in New York, the alarm clock screams in your ear, you feel awful having to drag yourself out of a soft cozy bed, where warmth on a cold day is perfection, it’s safe to say you’re not a morning person.

Although you did look forward to decorating your friend’s club for the much anticipated Halloween Bash, 

You groan and yawn, stretching your hands above your head when a sudden familiar *ping* is heard, making your heart flutter. 

Your eyes dart toward your phone on the night stand, Oh how you hoped it’s him again, how your heart was ready burst with joy upon seeing that notification, 

‘1 message from GreenNinja03’

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Sk8er Girl CH4 (Trixya)- Squeaky Pink
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Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a flazeda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

(AN: LAST chapter! We did the angst, hurt, comfort, and fluff. Now - smut! Hope y’all enjoyed the ride)

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Imagine Chris finding out you got into a minor car accident.

A/N: This is a request from @rileyloves5, I’m so sorry but I didn’t really follow your prompt. I wanted to, but my brain sorted went in its own direction. But it’s still fluffy and I hope you still like it. X (Side note: How hot does Chris look in that Gif?)

Chris rushed through the busy hallways of Boston General’s emergency room, frantically looking for the ward you were in. Your doctor, Isaac, who was also a friend of Chris’, had texted him about the minor car accident you were in after you specially told him not to. The last thing you wanted was your incredibly protective husband making a fuss over a few scrapes and bruises, and yelling at your neighbor, Alex, whose fault it was not when that drunk driver clipped his car. In fact, none of it would’ve happened if you’d just waited at home like Chris had told you to; he was perfectly fine with the idea of a cab. But no, you had to insist on picking him up from the airport even though you didn’t drive and the airport was about an hour away from your shared home. So here you were with scrapes on your pretty face, a bruised shoulder, a little bit of whiplash, and Alex freaking out because he knew what Chris was like when it came to you.

“He’s going to kill me, Y/N,” Alex bit; his tone filled with anger and angst. “Captain America is going to kill me because you’re too afraid to drive and too stubborn to listen to him.” You winced, pressing your lips together because it was your fault and you had nothing to say. “Oh God,” he buried his scratched up face in his hands.

“We’ll just tell him it’s my fault-” you began.

“It is your fault!” Alex cut you off, frowning. “I was in bed, but you wouldn’t stop ringing my doorbell.” You gave him your best apologetic look, which always worked on him; you’d been best friends for a while now, ever since he moved in four years ago and you brought over a basket of chocolate chip muffins. “I knew the muffins were a trap,” he tried not to chuckle when you did.

“I’m really sorry-”

“Save it for my eulogy.”

“Oh come on, you two.” Isaac chuckled softly. “I’ve known Chris for a while now and I don’t think-” He was cut off when Chris stormed into the room, pouncing on Alex after giving you a quick glance to make you sure you were still in one piece.

“You son of a bitch!” Chris grabbed Alex by the shirt, pulling him off the chair he was sitting on and onto his feet. “You could’ve gotten her killed!” He growled, his angry face inches away from Alex’s terrified one. You couldn’t tell from looking at Chris because he was always so sweet and smiley, but he could be really scary when he wanted to be.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“And you,” Chris turned his attention onto you as he released his grip on Alex’s shirt, shoving him back in the process. “What the hell were you thinking?” He stalked over to you, his furious but worried gaze burning into your skin. “Didn’t I tell you to just wait at home? Why did you have to insist on coming to the airport?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled sheepishly.

“Look at you,” Chris furrowed his brows as he gently caressed your face in his hands. “Oh God,” his eyes fell on your neck brace, “are you in a lot of pain?” He asked but didn’t give you time to answer; he turned to Isaac. “Is she okay? Can she walk? Have you given her an x-ray? Does she need a CAT scan?”

“What? No,” Isaac laughed. “It was a minor accident, Chris. She’s fine, she’s just got a few scrapes and bruises. She doesn’t even need the neck brace, she just wanted to see what it felt like.” Chris glanced back to you with tightly pursed lips, making you laugh at a very inappropriate time. “She’s fine and you can take her home.”

“Cut it out,” Chris scolded you, ignoring his own urge to laugh because he was still annoyed at you. “Do you even know how worried I was?” He asked with narrowed eyes and you pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing. “The entire cab ride over, I was panicking thinking something horrible happened to you.”

“I’m sorry,” you took off the neck brace and got to your feet, wrapping your arms around his waist. He huffed, audibly displaying his annoyance but hugged you back anyway. “I told Isaac not to text you, but he insisted.”

“Good, because I told him to text me if you ever come in.” You scoffed and looked over at Isaac. “He’s the only way I’ll find out about your injuries and accidents ‘cause someone,” Chris looked down at you with disapproving eyes, “never tells me anything. Apparently she doesn’t want me to worry about her, even though it’s my job as your husband.”

“I don’t want to distract you from work,” you defended yourself.

“I think you not telling me is more distracting,” he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “I’d rather know everything than be surprised. Like you, my little control freak,” he teased you as he pulled away, “I’m not a fan of surprises.”

“Well…” Isaac began and both you and Chris turned to him. “I think there’s one surprise you both might like.” Chris shared a confused glance with you; you shrugged. “Earlier, when I ran a blood test for you, after you told me you think you’re coming down with a stomach bug?” You nodded. “Well, that fatigue and nausea is actually because-”

“Oh my God,” Chris gasped and a huge smile broke out on his face. “Is she-”

“Pregnant?” You finished.

“Yeah,” Isaac nodded, smiling. “Congratulations, you’ve got a baby on the way.”

“I’m going to be a dad!” Chris cheered, hugging you tightly and lifting your off the floor. You chuckled and hugged him back, smiling. “Yes, we’re going to be parents!” He was beyond excited, all the angst and annoyance he had due to the accident faded.

Having a kid was a discussion both of you have had over the past year. Chris had always wanted kids whereas you were still on the fence, but you loved Chris and you wanted a family with him so you made a deal with him; you’d leave it up to the universe. You stopped not trying to have children, and if it happened, it happened. Guess the universe finally decided you were ready for a little one.

“Guess insisting on going to the airport was a good thing after all.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Chris chuckled, brushing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “But just so you know,” he pecked your check and whispered into your ear, “I’m not letting you out of my sight for the next nine months.”

anonymous asked:

If you're still taking bughead prompts I was wondering about a 5 times they almost kissed and the one time they did type deal? Love your writing!!

Yes, I will take prompts for this ship forever! I love writing about these little cuties.


I.

 “I’ve got a scoop.” Jughead pushed Betty’s notebook aside and sat cross-legged on her desk, smiling down at her mischievously. She sat back in her chair and looked up at him.

“What is is?” She asked with a raised eyebrow

“Apparently there is some cheating going on in History. Story goes that some kid found the answer key to all of the teacher’s tests and has been selling them for a pretty dime.”

“Juggie, really?” Betty’s eyes lit up, they way they always did when he found a new story to expose. Jughead wanted to find stories half so that he could see that look on her face.

“I don’t know who stole the answer key yet, but I found someone who bought one. He is willing to give me a statement since I convinced him that principle Weatherbee would go easier on him if he confessed.”

“Juggie, that’s amazing.” Betty stood up in excitement and threw her arms around him. “Exposing a cheating ring will be perfect for the front page.”

“I knew you’d be thrilled.” Jughead chuckled and hugged her back. She squeezed him tightly then drew back slowly, not quite leaving the circle of his arms. Jughead’s hands drifted down to settle on her waist.

“I know you were skeptical of writing for the Blue and Gold, but you are really good at this you know.” Betty said with a bright smile. Jughead felt a tug in his stomach.

“It’s because I am always expecting the worse out of people.” Jughead said with a wink. Betty laughed, but she had an odd expression on her face. Her eyes shifted from his mouth back up to his eyes. 

For a moment neither of them moved, Jughead wasn’t even sure if either of them breathed. 

Then Betty blinked and the moment was over. She smiled and stepped out of his arms. Jughead’s hands fell limply to his sides.


II.

“Mom, not now!” Jughead yelled when there was a knock on his bedroom door.

“I am not your mom” Said a soft voice with a laugh. Jughead looked up in surprise, staring at his door as if he could see through it.

“Betty?” He stood up and walked over to the door, but he didn’t open it.

“Are you going to let me in Juggie?” 

“Look Betty, I’m not really in the mood for a chat.” Jughead said with a sigh.

“Then we don’t have to chat…Just let me in…I brought brownies.” 

“You should’ve led with that.” Jughead said swinging the door open. He was in pajama bottoms and a hoodie. His characteristic hat was missing from his head. Betty gave him a small smile and held out the plate of brownies. Jughead eagerly took them and plopped down on his bed. He bit into a brownie and made an appreciative noise. “Mmmh, they’re still warm.” Betty stepped in his room, closing the door beside her. She sat at his desk chair and looked at him pointedly.  “What?” Jughead said, his mouth full.

“I heard what happened, do you want to talk about it?” Betty leaned forward in her chair and stared at him intensely. “It sounded like you and Arch had a pretty intense fight.” Her words brought black flashes of what had happened between Archie and him. They had yet another fight about Ms. Grundy after Jughead found out that Archie was still seeing her.

“No” Jughead “I already told you I didn’t want to chat. Having finished the brownies, he put the plate aside and leaned back on his head board, stretching out his legs.

“Okay.” Betty stood up and for a moment Jughead thought she was going to leave, but instead she settled onto his bed next to him. She curled up next to him and put her head on his shoulder. They sat there for a long time, neither saying a word. Jughead watched the shadows move slowly across his room.

“Thanks” Jughead said after a while. Betty lifted up her head to look at him.

“For what Juggie?” She asked. Jughead looked down at her, realizing how close their faces were. Just a slight movement and his mouth would be on hers.

“For being here for me” Jughead said, looking away. He wanted to kiss Betty, he really did, but he was waiting for the right moment, and this just didn’t feel right. Not when he couldn’t tell Betty why he was so miserable because he had sworn to keep a secret he had no business keeping.


III.

“Hey guys” Betty threw herself into the book next to Jughead, her face was flushed and she looked excited.

“Hey sunshine.” Veronica greeted her friend.

“What’s got you all smiley?” Kevin asked her

“Oh nothing” She said, obviously trying to hide a huge grin. Jughead nudged her shoulder with his.

“You know, for an amazing sleuth and journalist, you make a pretty rotten liar.” His sass was rewarded with a beaming smile from Betty.

“You think I’m an amazing sleuth and journalist?” She wagged her eyebrows at him.

“Of course” Jughead said simply, feeling his face grew hot when he looked around to see all of their friends looking at them with weird smiles on their faces. Jughead quirked an eyebrow at Archie who simply shook his head with a smile. The two boys had not necessarily made up, because Jughead refused to support Archie’s actions, but he also didn’t want to lose his best friend again. So they had a sort of uneasy truce that involved ignoring and avoiding the entire subject of Ms. Grundy.

“Alright, enough suspense.” Archie came to Jughead’s rescue. “Tell us what’s got you so happy Cooper.” Betty bounced in her seat and grabbed Jughead’s arm. He turned his attention back to her and saw that she was beaming up at him.

“Well…I may have left our latest edition of the Blue and Gold on my dad’s desk. Which by the way, I think was our best edition yet. And my dad may have read it and loved it. He specifically loved Juggie’s article exposing the cheating ring. I can’t believe you uncovered that Jug. Anyways, my dad also may have brought it to my mother and showed it to her and she may have-”

“Betty! You’re killing me here. Just tell us.” Jughead interrupted, knowing how long-winded Betty could be when she was excited. Her ADHD would kick in full force and she would go off topic, speaking every thought that crossed her mind. Betty bounced a few more times in her seat and bit her lip. Jughead could tell that she was loving keeping them in suspense.

“My mom was impressed with our fearlessness in telling the truth, so she agreed to let the Blue and Gold write an article for her next newspaper. If it is received well she talked about making this a regular thing!”

“Betty that’s amazing!” Veronica squealed

“Yes, it’s incredible. I’ve known some hard hitting journalist who were denied an article in Alice Cooper’s magazine. Your mom must have been really impressed.” Archie said. He and Jughead knew better than anyone the struggles that Betty had with her mom, and how desperately she wanted to please her.

“Yeah, well I couldn’t have done it without Juggie.” Betty was looking up at him with eyes shining with appreciation. She was glowing with happiness and thanking him for causing it. Jughead found himself drawn to her like a magnet. He didn’t even realize how close he was leaning until someone, maybe Veronica, cleared their throats.

Jughead suddenly wished more than anything that he and Betty were not in public, surrounded by all of their closest friends.

He had never wanted to kiss her more than he wanted to right now, with her looking up at him with a mixture of awe, amazement, and apprehension. 

It took all of the self control that he had to pull away from Betty. He hated PDA and he refused to have his first kiss with Betty in a crowded booth at Pop’s. He forced out a smile at her,

“That’s great news Betty. You did good, real good. None of this could’ve happened with out you.” Jughead said softly, not failing to notice the flicker of disappointment that crossed Betty’s face.


IV.

“Oh my god, is it really 11 o’clock? My mom’s gonna freak out.” Betty jumped up from the computer in the newsroom. Jughead, who had been dozing, started at her exclamation.

“Where does the time go” He muttered sarcastically, trying to wipe the sleep out of his eyes.

“Oh Juggie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you this late. I just got carried away.” Betty was frantically attempting to shove all of her books and papers into her backpack. Jughead walked over and took her hands to still them.

“Hey, it’s okay. I know how worried you have been about this Riverdale Register article. I’m here for you, no matter how long it takes.” Jughead assured her.

“Thanks Jughead. I just…I need it to be perfect. My mom is actually trusting me for once and If I don’t get it right, she’ll never give me another chance.” To Jughead’s horror, a tear slipped down Betty’s face. She pulled her hands out of his and stepped back to wipe it away. “God, sorry, I’ve been such a mess recently.” Betty sniffed. Not knowing what else to do, Jughead stepped close to her and pulled her into a hug.

“Betty, shhh, it’s alright. You don’t have to apologize. You are stressed. You are allowed to lose control every now and again you know. You don’t have to hold everything in. Especially around me.” Jughead tried to reassure her. Betty tipped her face back to look at him. He reached one hand up to wipe away her tears.

“You know Juggie, you are the one person who I’ve never felt like I had to be perfect around. You’ve always just accepted me for who I am. Why is that?”

“Us freaks gotta stick together.” Jughead said teasingly. Betty laughed, sending a wave of relief over Jughead. He slipped his hand into her hair and drew her face slowly towards his. “Plus, Betty I-” They both jumped when a shrill ring echoed around the empty classroom. Betty lurched out of his grip and grabbed for her phone while Jughead bit back a curse…they had been so close.

“Hi mom…I know, I’m sorry…Yes, right now…No I’m not, Jughead’s with me…Yes mother.” Betty hung up the phone and gave Jughead a sheepish look. Jughead slipped his bag over his head and handed Betty her backpack.

“Come on, let’s get you home.” He offered his arm, which she gladly took. The two chatted lightly as they walked to Betty’s house, but the conversation felt forced as they were both obviously avoiding talking about what had just almost happened.


V.

Jughead stopped when they reached the Cooper’s walkway. He grabbed Betty’s hand, keeping her from walking up to her front door. It was now or never, he had to tell her how he felt, lest he lose the nerve to.

“Betty, I never got to finished what I was saying back there. It’s been something that I’ve been trying to say for a long time, but just didn’t know how…” Jughead bit his lip nervously. Betty reached up and cupped his face in her hands and everything that Jughead was about to say died on his lips.

“I like you too Jughead.” She said sweetly. Jughead wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

“Oh thank god” He whispered, and he leaned down. Their lips had barely ghosted across each other when a loud shout interrupted them.

“Elizabeth Cooper, you get inside this second.”

“Damn” Jughead whispered roughly and pulled away, “that’s the second time tonight.” Betty squeezed his hand before dropping it and walking away, but not before she whispered,

“To be continued”


+I

Jughead had never been more nervous in his life. He sat on Betty Cooper’s steps, fidgeting anxiously with the straps of his bag. He usually prided himself with having nerves of steel, but this morning they were more like nerves of putty.

“Juggie?” He heard Betty’s voice behind him. He launched up, turning to face her and gave her a small smile.

“Can I walk you to school?” He asked, holding out his hand. Betty beamed and took it, walking down the steps to join him.

“Of course you can.” She turned to start walking but Jughead pulled her back. He pulled her against him and pressed his mouth against hers. He had wanted their first kiss to be slow and sweet, but he couldn’t wait any longer and couldn’t risk being interrupted again. His mouth pressed hard against hers and she responded with equal passion. When they finally broke apart they were both panting slightly. “About time” Betty said with a smile.

“Darling, you have no idea.” Jughead said and leaned down to kiss her again. This time keeping it soft and sweet and slow. With Betty in his arms and her lips on his, everything finally felt right.


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allsparked  asked:

Could I please request TFP bots/cons of your choice react to bot!Reader nuzzling their helm while they're working? Thank you and have a nice day! ❤ 💙 💚 💛 💜

I’m going to assume the reader is also their S/O

Optimus Prime
● He’s pleasantly surprised! Yeah, he was working on something, but it’s alright to take a moment and relax a little with his S/O.
● Gives the sweetest smile as presses a tender little kiss to S/O’s cheek.
● He’d definitely just sit and relax for a while with S/O in his lap. He’d probably let them stay in his lap as he finished up that work too.

Soundwave
● The wave babe wraps his tentacles around his S/O’s waist. His hands are busy typing away but this guy can definitely multitask.
● He’ll nuzzle them right back. He’s so good at what he does that he doesn’t even need to look at what he’s typing. He’ll show them a little smiley face on his screen too.
● After that work’s done S/O knows they’re in for some good ol’ cuddles.

Smokescreen
● This boy is gonna get a little blushy, yep. He’ll still give S/O the biggest smile though.
● He uses this as an excuse to get out of doing work.
● ‘Work? What work? Oh this?? It’s nothing pfff. Wanna go for a drive????’
● Probably end up going to a drive-in movie. It’s definitely an old western one.

TWICE REACTION TO YOU DANCING SEXY ON STAGE

Nayeon:

She wouldn’t know what to do, with all the members around and so many more people. she would just start laughing causing all the members also start laughing. “Oh, I have to have a talk.” She says.

Jeongyeon:

“Oh no, I can’t look away.” No one will be able to stop her from watching you, with so many thoughts going throughout her head.

Momo:

“Hmm, I guess I have to show you why I’m called the dancing queen.” She would say to you after watching your dance stage. For a week she would take you to the practice room just to show you her sexy dance moves, and after each time she would just wink at you and act like she never did anything.

Sana:

Sana wouldn’t know what to do, she couldn’t believe you were doing such a sexy dance, she couldn’t believe you didn’t tell her, she was loving it but she just didn’t know how to react. 

Jihyo:

She would a huge smile on her face and clapping because she was so happy to you dance, she didn’t really care that you were dancing sexy.

Mina:

“I can’t watch, look away Mina.” She says biting her lip and tries looking other places but she just couldn’t her eyes would go right back to the stage.

Dahyun:

“Wait, they are doing a sexy concept? Since when? Oh no, Why wasn’t I warned about this? Who’s idea was this? I’m not ready, I should have been told about this.” This girl would be confused but at the same time was super happy. 

Chaeyoung:

She would be so happy and smiley, she would sing to the whole song while also shaking the members around her because she was so happy.

Tzuyu:

She would give you all of her focus, no one could stop her from watching. After the performance was doing she would stand up clapping happily and smiling big. 

Three’s a Crowd (Part 7)

Originally posted by myeong-su

Member: Taehyung x Reader x OC

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6.

Waking up to an extreme naked Taehyung in my bed wasn’t something I’d usually see in the morning. But I’m definitely not complaining. A grin spread across my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut, images of last nights activities flowing through my mind. Oh my god, I actually had sex with Taehyung! I blushed at the thought. God, why am I like this? Why am I acting like this? I removed my hands from my face and fiddled with the fingers, the grin still remaining on my lips. I turned my head to the side to look at Taehyung’s sleeping figure, his toned chest rising up and down slowly, his mouth slightly agape with soft snores flowing out, the blanket covering his lower region. Cute. I turned my head to my bedside table and picked up my phone to check the time. It’s 6:50. I have exactly 10 minutes to get ready before Jungkook picks me up. Great. Sighing, I pushed the covers off of my body and instantly hissed as my form was exposed to the coldness of the room. I climbed out of bed and tip toed across the wooden floors towards my closet, making sure not to make any noise. I quickly slipped on some fresh pair of underwear before yanking on an old sweater and jeans, shoving on my shoes as I did so.

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What the Heck I Gotta Do? - John Laurens X Reader

A/N: I totally suggest you go listen to the song here while you’re reading this and I know it’s not to pace with the song but hey, just read and enjoy

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Warnings: none :D

Words: 1577

___________

You shuffled shyly into the classroom and immediately went with the teacher. She smiled at you, turning to the class and presenting you.

“You can take the seat in front of John, or the one in front of Lafayette.” She pointed with her pen, her hand freshly manicured. You looked at the classroom when your eyes landed on a boy with freckles and his curly hair tied into a ponytail, you smiled sheepishly and sat in front of him. You had no idea if he was John or Lafayette but hoped he was nice enough to not kick the back of your seat all class.

“Okay, you guys, settle down. Take out the Giver, Y/N here you go. You guys can work with a partner or two.” The teacher handed you a book and gave you a worksheet.

“Do you need a pen?” The girl next to you whispered and smiled at you, you smiled back and nodded your head.

“I’m Eliza, Eliza Schuyler.” She said, sticking her pen out for you to grab. You held the other end and shook it like if you were shaking hands.

“Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You grinned and laughed with her as you took her pen and popped the cap open. Looking at the worksheet you scribbled your name on the top and put a little smiley face next to it. You turned to grab your water bottle out of your bag when you saw a pair of feet in the opposite seat. Your eyes slowly raised and you were met with green eyes. You smiled confused, turning behind you to see the seat empty.

“Hi?” You half asked half greeted, giggling. His face turned slightly pink and he waved slowly.

“H-Hi, I’m, uh John.” He stuttered, shifting under your gaze.

“Oh-wait, don’t you sit behind me?” You questioned, tilting your head slightly, resting an arm on your desk and leaning your fist on your cheek. He flushed red and scratched his neck awkwardly.

“Uh, I guess yeah.” He mumbled, tugging at his curly hair. You laughed and smiled at him.

“Well John, hi, I’m Y/N.” You said, waving at him like he had done with you, before turning to Eliza again and talking to her.

_______

You sat in your usual seat and rested your head in your arms drowsily. The night before you had stayed up late working on a project and listening to music, so slowly, your eyes shut and you slipped into sleep, snuggling more into your arms.

On the outside John was staring at you, smiling at how cute you looked asleep when Alex snapped his fingers in his face. John blinked twice before looking at his smirking friends. He sighed, shaking his head and rubbing his face with both his hands.

“Duuude-”

“I know.” John responded, biting his lip.

“You’ve got it really bad!” Hercules finished Alex’s sentence, and John groaned. His eyes went back to you and your hair softly placed against your cheek, mouth slightly open, pouty. He felt a nudge from Lafayette, nodding to your slightly cold figure. He immediately stripped his sweater off of himself and placed it over you. Behind him he heard whoops and turned to shush them before he froze and felt a hand on his arm, he slowly turned, eyes wide and turned pink while you sleepily looked up at him.

“Thanks John.” you mumbled, tugging on his shirt and slowly slipping your hand away, falling asleep again. He could feel his ears and cheeks turn red and he nodded frantically before leaping behind Lafayette, hiding behind his tall friend, grinning from ear to ear.

__________

“Y/N!” You heard as you were walking out of class, you turned around, walking backward, before stopping and staring at John, your heart slightly fluttered and you smiled as you blushed pink.

“John!” You said back, twiddling with your backpack.

“I-I uh, was wondering if I could have your snapchat! So maybe we can text? Like later obviously, because we’re talking right now and that’d be weird, y'know.” He rambled, flushing red, you laughed and nodded, opening your palm for his phone.

“Sure, and I’ll take you up on texting later.” You said as he scrambled for his phone and gave it to you, the screen pitch black.

“Uh, I think you have to open it first.” You said, handing it back to him, he looked down and saw what you meant, snatching the phone and fumbling with it, cursing under his breath.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, embarrassed, unlocking it and opening the snapchat app. You chuckled, putting in your username and changing your name for him.

Y/N 💓

You handed it back to him before winking and turning to leave before he could say anything. As you walked away you could hear him laughing and celebrating.

_________

johnny 🐢: hey y/n it’s john

y/n 💓: lol i know john, hi :)

johnny 🐢 : sorry, lol so what’s goin’ on?

y/n 💓: uh, i mean not much? homework basically

johnny 🐢 : oh! hey do you want the answers for the homework?

y/n 💓: really? you’d do that for me? ☺️

johnny🐢: heck yeah! here [ homework pages ]

You smiled, shaking your head as you slowly felt yourself falling in love with John, snapping out of your daze and you thanked him endlessly.

johnny 🐢: yo, dw about it

y/n 💓: what about you? whats on your mind? :)

johnny 🐢: well-

You stared at the little bubbles and waited a good five minutes before you finally went to go get a glass of water, sipping it when you walked back into your room, phone on the bed. You picked up the phone and opened it before getting a long paragraph of,

johnny 🐢: what the heck i gotta do to be with you? tell me who i gotta be to be with you lol lol roflol

You spit your water out, all of it dripping on the floor. Your face flushed red and you read and reread the message over and over again. After staring at it with your mouth agape he finally sent another text.

johnny 🐢: ??? y/n?? you there??

You quickly responded.

y/n 💓: 😊

After that you told him you’d see him the next day and he said goodnight to you before you sat there, screen shotting and sending the whole conversation to Eliza who in return sent you text between her and Alexander. Let’s just say you had to delete more than 10 text pictures off your camera roll.

________

You sat in your seat, talking with Eliza about all the conversations with John in a hush voice when the teacher started the class and you payed attention, but doodling and daydreaming every now and then.

There was 5 minutes left of the last day of the class when the teacher let John suddenly take control of the class. You perked up and stared at him as he stared at you, too.

“Y/N….” He began to sing and you immediately swooned, smiling against your hand.

“Y/N…” his friends repeated, harmonizing behind him.

“What the heck I gotta do to be with you?” He sang, doing little dances and slowly making his way to you.

“What the heck I gotta do-?”

“Tell me who I gotta be for you to go to prom with me?” John asked, his freckled face smiley and blushy.

“Y/N I know there was a reason you were transferred here to me! Y/N I know there’s a reason! This is luck, it’s destiny! Y/N! You know me! Will you go to prom with me?” He asked, kneeling in front of your desk, you leaned over, inches away from his face you smiled and said, “I’ll think about it.” before the bell rung and you walked out, leaving him yelling in celebration again.

_______

“And that’s how your mom and I became a thing!” John exclaimed as you watched from the doorway, you burst out laughing and it was music to John’s ears.

“Babe, you do know she’s only two years old right?” You said, walking behind him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek before taking your baby away from him. He pouted and crossed his arms.

“So? That doesn’t mean she can’t know now!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up. You looked at your little girl,  shaking your head.

“Daddy’s a weird one isn’t he G/N?” You asked and she only gave you a toothless grin, her big green eyes watching your mouth in confusion and her eyebrows furrowed. John walked around the both of you and hugged you, kissing your cheek before kissing G/N’s cheek, too.

“Yeah well, you’re weirder, because you married me.” He mumbled against your hair and he turned your head before kissing your lips. You hummed, pulling away from him before slowly walking to G/N’s crib and laying her down as she slipped into sleep peacefully.

“It’s 3 am, we need to go to bed.” You whispered, tugging John along to your shared bedroom.

“Man, what the heck did I do to be with you?” He whispered back, pulling you against him in bed and snuggling with you as you both fell asleep.

Coming Home - LillieMoon Fic

A/N: because I have a soft side for this pair, okay? This is something I’ve had sitting around for a while, and it makes me smile so I figure I’d post it. It does contain spoilers for the end of pokemon Sun and Moon, given that it takes place years after the end. I hope you enjoy it!

It’s a oneshot so don’t worry, everything happens and is resolved by the end.


Moon stepped through the huge gateway to the elite four. It had been an eventful day of battling challengers, but everyone has to go home at some point in time. In all honesty, she hadn’t expected to head home. She’d planned on pulling another all-nighter in the headquarters if Hau didn’t show up to insist that she get some sleep. Instead, however, she had gotten a call from professor Kukui asking her to “get to my lab as soon as you can! I’ve got a surprise for you! Woo!”

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Caught In The Act

Prompt:“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Stephanie wondered if he knew that she knew. He probably didn’t, probably thought he was being real subtle. To be fair, it had taken Stephanie some time to see it, but that was because she had been looking at him the same way. But once she saw it she couldn’t un-see it.

Every time he thought she wasn’t paying attention, he’d stare at her, and when she turned her attention to him he’d quickly glance away with a light blush dusting his cheeks. She knew how he felt, she had done the same multiple times before. She wondered if maybe he had caught her one of those times. If he had he certainly hadn’t done anything with the information, as he remained the loyal best friend he always was.

The way he looked at her made her feel warm and giddy at the same time. Now she knew that he liked her back, that it wasn’t just her feeling these things. She didn’t have to feel bad for falling for her best friend anymore.

She smiled again at the thought, Matthew liked her, she liked him, this could actually turn into something real, tangible. The thought was almost unbearably exciting, it made her heart beat faster.

She was startled out of her thoughts by Matt’s voice calling her name. She waved back at him and tried to calm the blush that was probably on her face.

“Aren’t you all smiley today,” Matt teased as he sat down beside her. She blushed and looked down at the papers strewn across the desk, where an attempt at studying had been made.

“Shut up,” she huffed and shoved him, her hands tingling with newfound excitement at the touch.

“Ooh, you’re blushing,” he continued to tease, “What happened, meet a guy?”

Oh don’t you know it, she thought, then realized that he didn’t know it. Matthew didn’t know that she knew, he didn’t even know that she liked him back. A slow and slightly evil grin made a way to her face. Oh, she could have some fun with this.

Suppressing her smile, she put on a nonchalant air and replied, “Maybe….”

She almost laughed at Matt’s surprised face, he hadn’t expected this answer.

“What?” He asked, aghast.

“It’s nothing,” she waved off knowing full well that Matthew would not take it as “nothing”.

“No, it’s not nothing,” he insisted, looking a slightly panicked. He was trying to hide it but she knew him well enough to see through it. She almost felt sorry for the guy.

“What?” She asked innocently. Matthew shot her a skeptical look,

“You know what! You can’t just say something like that then wave it out. Spill,” he demanded.

Stephanie bit back a grin, now it was time for the real fun to start.

“I don’t know, there just this really cute guy,” she said breezily.

“And,” Matthew pressed, as she knew he would.

“And I really like him,” she shrugged and moved her textbook in front of her.

“And?” Matt asked again, but looking more disappointed with every answer.

“And I found out he likes me back,” she concluded, digging through the papers to find the homework her professor had assigned last minute.

“Oh,” Matt’s voice went really quiet and it hurt her to see the hurt look flash on his face before he forced out a smile.

“But what’s his name? How come you’ve never told me about him?” He asked, nudging her shoulder lightly.

“Well you haven’t told me any of the girls you have a crush on,” she replied. Matthew mumbled something incoherent at that.

“What was that?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“I said it doesn’t matter because she doesn’t like me back,” he mumbled.

“Well you want to know how I found out that this guy liked me back?” She asked as she started packing up her stuff. There was no way she was going to get any work done now.

“How?” He asked, avoiding her eyes and staring around the study lounge desolately.

She turned his face so it would meet hers.

“I saw the way he looked at me when he thought I wouldn’t notice,” she said softly and winked at him.

She could see the pieces clicking into place as Matthew’s face went from sadness to confusion and finally broke out in a smile that was immediately followed by a blush.

He ran a hand through his hair nervously.

“So I guess you caught me then,” he muttered a bit shyly.

She nodded and moved to hold his hand and was about to speak when Matt cut her off.

“Wait hold on, you said you liked me back!” He exclaimed as if he had just realized this vital piece of information.

“Did I?” She teased lightly.

Matt turned to her with a wide smile on his face which quickly turned to s frown, “Wait, if you knew I liked you then why’d you scare me like that? That was mean,” he pouted.

She laughed, “I had to mess with you somehow, because you see,” she said as she moved closer to him, “While I caught you,” she moved even closer, leaning in just close enough for a kiss, “You didn’t catch me.”

Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls. PART 2. [BTS x Reader fic]

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

**DISCLAIMER: Since this is the second saga of MASQUERADE, there will be SPOILERS! So if you haven’t already, it is HIGHLY RECOMMENDED that you read Masquerade first before this for context and for better understanding, plus you won’t spoil the ending of that story for yourself. ;) **

Link to previous story here: MASQUERADE


Summary: Being the receptionist of Club Masquerade and working as a barista wasn’t quite enough to make your ends meet comfortably, so when a new place opens up nearby that’s looking for attractive females to perform in a neo-Burlesque club, you jumped at the chance for a new job and a chance to do something more than sitting behind a desk or counter. But just like your financial status, your love life wasn’t all too great either. When it seemed like all hope was lost, fate had other plans for you. Unexpected suitors waltzed into your life in various ways, and unbeknownst to each of them, you play the field, hoping to overcome your fears and finally find Mr. Right among them…

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


Link to Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Club Au, Masquerade Ball Au, Burlesque Au

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Fluff & Smut

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Originally posted by chimchams


           "So that’s his name? Just… V?“ Silver giggled into the phone. "It sounds cute already.”

           "Right?“ You grinned. "Oh my gosh. I’m so nervous. Should I message him first or wait for him to message me?”

           "I would wait.“ Silver suggested. "Besides, you’re at work right now. You need to be in a place where you can really be into the messaging. Plus you don’t want to be too eager or come off desperate.”

           "Alright.“ You exhaled excitedly. "I’ll just wait until after work then I’ll message him first.”

           "You go girl! I’m so happy for you!“

           "Ahh! I hope he’s not creepy.” You bit your lip nervously.

           "Keep us updated. Even if he is a creep, you can take him.“ Silver snorted.

           "You’re right.”

           "Get back to work. Who knows what trouble the guys are getting into over there.“

           ”‘Kay ~ I’ll let you know how it goes!“ You hung up and spun your chair around. Immediately, you jumped out of your seat as you finally spotted Jimin blinking cutely and sitting on your desk patiently.

           "Holy shit, Chims!”

           He smiled and swung his legs adorably as he sang. “Who you talking about?”

           You blushed, “Um I got my perfect match on that dating app.”

           "Ahh.“ he nodded. "V?”

           "Just how long were you sitting there?“ You smacked him and he laughed.

           "You should be more aware of your surroundings.” he crossed his arms.

           "Did you finish your client early again? You really need to take it easy!“ You furrowed your brows.

           "Not this time. She actually wanted a Gentleman persona today so I grabbed one of the trainees in the break room.”

           You groaned, “You’re supposed to tell me before you switch people around!”

           "Well, I was but you were on the phone.“ he grinned.

           You glared at him then turned on the monitor. Jimin scooted beside you to take a look too, and his lips curled up smugly.

           "Well looks like things are going well.”

           You sighed and turned it off, relieved yet annoyed.

           "You forget I’m a flexible personality.“ He propped his legs up on the arms of your wheelie chair. "You’re the one who assigned me to be an aggressor.”

           "You’re also the one who said you preferred to be an aggressor because you didn’t want to be the same as Hobi.“ You tried to push his feet away so you could spin in your chair, but he didn’t budge.

           "Back to this V guy.” Jimin smirked.

           "There’s nothing to say yet, Chims. We just got matched with each other.“

           Jimin grabbed your hand and glanced at your watch. "How long has it been since you got the notification?”

           "Umm 15 minutes?“

           He smiled, "He’ll message you in two hours.”

           "Why two hours?“

           "It’s not too long of a time period that he comes off as too nonchalant but it’s not too short that he looks too eager.”

           "I don’t know…“ You were skeptical.

           "That’s just how all guys are.” Jimin shrugged.

           Suddenly, your phone vibrated and both of your eyes zoomed to the screen. Your face brightened while Jimin’s was surprised when you saw:

           V: I finally found you!

           V: Well the app did…but I found you!Yay!

           V: Oh, and Hi perfect match :)

           Your heart fluttered at the light hearted and enthusiastic messages. Jimin’s face contorted to one of judgment as he read over your shoulder.

           "What is he in middle school? What is with that smiley? And all those exclamation points?“

           You elbowed Jimin. "Shut up. It’s cute!”

           Jimin made a face behind you then rested his chin on your shoulder. “What’re you going to reply?”

           "Jimin.“ You scolded. "I know we tell each other everything, but I need your nose out of my texts.”

           He rolled his eyes as he straightened up, “Like I care. I’m just wondering what’s going to happen to your little Tae ~ that brings linner and goodies now that you’ve found your 'perfect match’.”

           You hummed, “Well neither one is anything serious so I don’t see the issue.”

           "That’s my girl.“ Jimin snickered as he patted your head. "Well, I’ll be in the break room then. Make sure I’m awake for my next client, love.”

           You nodded distractedly as you continued to stare at the messages on your screen. He was your perfect match right? So wouldn’t just being yourself be okay?

           "Ah whatever.“ You hissed, choosing to ignore all the preconceptions messaging right away might create.

           Coffeegirl: Hey! Yeah, I was getting anxious that they wouldn’t find anyone for me haha

           Immediately, a reply came, bringing a smile to your face.

           V: Hehe, I had faith I’d find you.

           And so, you two eased into a comfortable conversation. It was frightening, how easily it flowed from topic to topic. Neither of you spared any details to answer each other’s questions. You both shared the belief that honesty is the foundation of any relationship and besides, neither of you had anything to lose by telling a stranger personal things about yourself.

           V, you found, also worked a few odd jobs, but his main career was a veterinarian. He owned a cat and dog, and he had his own apartment. He had to work other jobs because he was only part time at the animal clinic and he wanted to save up to open his own one day. You admired his hard working personality and his aspirations right away.

           Time flew without you noticing.

           "Oh mannn.” Jimin whined as you locked up. “Now that you work after, we can’t walk home together anymore.”

           You rolled your eyes, “Good. So now you can actually stay at your own house for once.”

           Jimin pouted and you shook your head.

           "I have work Chims. Go sleep in your own bed or find someone else to sleep with you.“

           "Fine. Go have fun with your little ball of fluff.” He scrunched his face as he dug his hands into his pockets.

           You laughed, “You know I will. And you better use protection, Mister.”

           "Don’t I always?“ Jimin grinned.

           "Like I would know.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll catch you later.”

           "See ya.“ Jimin waved as he watched you scurry to the Burlesque Bar, wanting to escape from the cold as fast as possible.


           "Y/N!” Tae spread his arms out and hugged you warmly.

           You were a bit surprised from the open affection, but you welcomed it.

           "We just saw each other earlier, Tae.“ You giggled.

           Tae grinned, "Yeah, but it’s been a few hours.”

           You blushed.

           "Girls, let’s get changed and we’re going to start learning the first few pieces. Let’s go, go, go!“ the manager instructed.

           Tae smiled happily, "Have fun! I’ll be watching ~”

           You nodded as you hurried backstage to get into your first full costume; the scent of Taehyung lingered on your skin.


           The next few days seemed to pass like a dream. Your mood was visibly brighter and you felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, a burden that you didn’t even know was there. You constantly felt butterflies as you waited for V’s replies and you never had to wait long. You talked about random things and deep philosophies, and there was never a boring topic. Sometimes he was a little out there, but that was quite endearing to you too.

           V: You know, sometimes I wonder if people live on the stars and then look at Earth as one of their moons.

           Coffeegirl: V, it’s 4 in the morning.

           V: Sorry, did I wake you?

           Coffeegirl: No, I have to be up cause I didn’t shower last night. Sorry if that’s tmi.

           V: Haha not at all. Sometimes, if I don’t leave my house I don’t shower because I don’t feel dirty.

           You chuckled as you rolled out of bed. It made waking up so much easier when you had something to look forward to.

           V: Since you’re up, GOOD MORNING! :D

           Coffeegirl: Good morning V ~

           V: Are you opposed to corny pick up lines?

           Coffeegirl: I’m opposed to their main purpose of picking up girls with just a line, but I love them if you’re trying to get me to laugh.

           V: Perfect haha I haven’t heard your laugh, but I already know it’s going to be pretty.

           Coffeegirl: Was that the pick up line?

           V: Haha no! Why? Did it work? Did that make you laugh?

           Coffeegirl: It made me smile?

           V: Close enough :)

           V: Okay here’s the pick-up line: Are you coffee? (Say 'why?’)

           Coffeegirl: lol why?

           V: Because you make my heart race and keep me energized ~

           You covered your mouth giddily. It felt stupid to have something so small give you butterflies, but it still made you laugh nonetheless.

           V: Did you laugh? :D

           Coffeegirl: haha I really tried not to, but I did.

           V: Yay ^_^ my mission of the day is complete!

           Coffeegirl: Your mission?

           V: I wanna make you laugh at least once every day!

           Your heart flipped over at his sweet comment.

           Coffeegirl: Why?

           V: Because I think girls are prettiest when they’re laughing or smiling loudly. And it makes ME happy if I’m the one that made them.

           Coffeegirl: You know, sometimes I wonder if stars are just exploding planets, but it happens so slowly that it looks like they’re constantly shining.

           V: Wow, that’s a good point. Beats my star critters theory. Hmmm, I’ll get back to you with a better thought.  

           You couldn’t stop smiling the entire day. Things were just so easy with him.


           When you weren’t chatting with V, you were spending time with Taehyung during work. Even on stage, your eyes naturally gravitated to him working behind the bar. And without fail, he was smiling and watching your performance attentively. It’s not like you were new to having male attention, but it was the first time you couldn’t exactly read their intentions. What did Taehyung think of you exactly? Did he like you? Did he just want to be friends? And what did you want from him?

           During breaks, you made your way to his counter, where he always had food prepared for you, along with a few jokes and compliments. Taehyung was on all the girls’ radar as they continuously complimented his physique and his handsomeness in the changing quarters. It made you giggle internally, knowing that you were the closest to him out of everyone, although you weren’t exactly sure how or why that happened.

           But his subtle skinship didn’t go unnoticed because it always made your heart race without fail. Sometimes, he would help out with putting the microphones on the girls and his fingertips would brush against your bare skin as he adjusted it on you. When you asked for refills, his hand would find its way to cover yours as he grabbed the glass from your grasp. It was driving you insane because you were quite attracted to him– his bright personality and his gentle touches.

           You were usually the last girl to change out of costume, because you ended up practicing a little bit longer to make sure everything was perfect. So most of the time, you were alone in the dressing room as you packed up for the night.


           There was a timid knock on the door.

           "Come in?“ you called out curiously.

           Tae stepped in with his hands over his eyes. "I promise I’m not here to peep!”

           You chuckled as you stood up. “I’m dressed, don’t worry.”

           "Good.“ he grinned as he removed his hand from his eyes.

           "What’re you still doing here?”

           "Well I noticed you hadn’t left yet.“ he walked over and grabbed your scarf while you threw on your coat.

           "And?” You fluttered your eyes as he stepped forward, wrapping your scarf around your neck. Your heart was beating quickly as he reached around you, his face close to yours as he made sure your neck was covered and warm.

           "Just wanted to make sure you weren’t passed out or anything.“ he smiled as he stepped back. "You always work so hard.”

           Your body relaxed. What were you expecting him to do or say anyway? You glanced at his lips then at his face, staring at you curiously.

           "Do I have something on my face?“ he giggled.

           You shook your head. "Let’s go?”

           Taehyung grabbed your bag, which now held your barista clothes, your Club Masquerade clothes, and normal casual wear to enter and leave the Burlesque lounge. Gratefully, you smiled as you led the way out of the lounge and into the freezing tundra of winter.

           "Oh no! You don’t have a hat or anything and you’re still sweating!“ Tae’s eyes widened.

           "What?” You blinked.

           "You’re going to get sick. Here.“ He took off his beanie and pulled it over your head, fixing your hair to make sure it was tucked in and neat.

           "But what about you…” you trailed off.

           It really was warmer with the beanie covering your head and ears, but you worried about him. He waved his hand nonchalantly.

           "I don’t live too far so if I run, I’ll be okay.“ he giggled. "You still have a bit of a travel you said right?”

           You smiled and nodded.

           "You can always give it back to me tomorrow anyway! Get home safe okay?“ he waved.

           "Thanks, Tae!”

           You called out to his figure scurrying away into the direction of the wind. Once he disappeared, you shivered and buried your head into your scarf so that only your eyes were exposed to the frigid weather, smiling underneath it all.


           "So Saturday, you’re still good to come with me right?“ Jimin sat in front of your desk as you slipped into your leather stiletto boots.

           "Yeah. That office Christmas party you and Hoseok planned together?” You questioned. “I’m proud of both of you by the way. He was such a grouch at work, and you would always plan parties for an ulterior motive, but that all went away this year. I could cry.”

           Jimin clutched his chest, “How do you know me so well?”

           You laughed as you stood up, pulling down your skirt. Jimin whistled as you walked around in your heels, breaking them in.

           "I thought you were having a hard time making ends meet?“ he teased.

           "Silver gave these to me.” You rolled your eyes. “She said her best friend gave it to her, but she won’t be using them.”

           "Poor Hobi.“ Jimin frowned as he crossed his legs and eyed you strutting around. "But bless Silver for giving them to you.”

           You laughed, “She figured since I worked here and Burlesque, I’ll make better use of them, which is accurate.”

           "You’re going to wear those here?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow as you took a seat and crossed your legs seductively.

           "Problem?” You smirked.

           He swiftly made his way to you and leaned down, hovering over your face as he placed his hands on the arms of your chair for leverage.

           "And if I attack you because of how good you look in those?“

           "The stilettos go into your leg before your lips touch mine.” You retorted confidently, and he chuckled, straightening up.

           "Be honest. You’re wearing those just in case Taehyung swings by again.“ Jimin smirked.

           You unbuttoned your shirt a little more so that your cleavage was more obvious.

           "Don’t do that. You look like a slut.” Jimin reached over and buttoned it again.

           You glared at him as you fumbled to unbutton it again. “You’re the only one that says that Chims.”

           "Cause I’m the only guy who will say it out loud! Everyone’s thinking it.“ Jimin fought to stop you.

           "They do not!” You yelled as you tried to pull his hands off.

           "They do!“

           "Umm…” a familiar voice echoed in the halls and you both froze.

           Jimin stepped back, keeping his hands up in the air.

           "Tae!“ You breathed, your face turning red immediately at being caught in a weird position.

           "Just in time!” Jimin grinned, already working to smooth things out.

           "Huh?“ Tae blinked.

           "Okay, so Y/N wants to unbutton one more button. What is your opinion on the matter?” Jimin threw his arm around Tae’s shoulder. “I for one say no because it makes her look easy.”

           Tae glanced over at you and you blushed, pulling down your skirt so it wasn’t too revealing. He studied your outfit intently then smiled.

           "Leave it as it is. One more button should be reserved for someone special.“ he winked brightly, leaving both you and Jimin stunned.

           You giggled shyly as you fixed your hair while Jimin was scowling beside Taehyung. This guy was completely unpredictable to him.

           "What’re you here for?” You smiled.

           "Oh right.“ Tae gently placed a box beside your desk. "As a friendly, neighborly gesture, we’re giving you guys some wine and other costumes that we haven’t used in a long time but they’re in almost brand new condition! We only have girl dancers and it felt a shame to throw away all these guy costumes, so maybe you guys will be able to put it to good use.”

           Jimin opened the box excitedly and laughed as he held up silk vests and bow ties, “Oh wow.”

           His eyes glimmered mischievously. Ideas were already brewing in his mind. You and Tae glanced at each other and giggled. Jimin looked like a child opening up his Christmas presents.

           "Take it to the break room and divide it up with the other guys.“ You instructed, knocking on the table to snap Jimin out of his maniacal thoughts.

           "Yes ma'am.” He slapped Tae’s back affably. “Thanks bro.”

           Tae chuckled, “Anytime.”

           Before Jimin stepped behind the veil, he glanced over at you and Taehyung chatting happily. He pursed his lips and headed to the break room.


           Saturday rolled around and you had slipped on a silk red dress, which hugged all your curves well and accentuated your fit figure. It had a subtle v-cut at the front but dipped seductively low at the back. Jimin had asked you to dress classily seductive and well, that was your forte. You styled your hair up so that the back design of your dress was more obvious and embellished the look with simple silver, dangling earrings. You threw on your black trench coat and grabbed your packed bag, since you were going to be sleeping over at the hotel the party was being hosted in.

           Y/N: You better be wearing what I told you to wear. I will legitly leave you if you didn’t.

           Jimin chuckled as he read the message when he pulled up to your house. He hopped out and scurried to your doorstep, knocking a playful rhythm onto your door. You opened it, already anticipating his arrival and smiled, seeing that he was in fact, wearing the black on black attired that you liked on him and had shamelessly requested.

           "Perfect. Come here.“ You ushered him in and pulled something out of your purse.

           He furrowed his brows and you wiggled the silk red skinny tie in front of him.

           "I know you hate ties, but still.”

           "I don’t hate ties.“ he chuckled.

           "Okay, it just reminds you of your fantasies so you don’t wear them often, but make an exception today.” You handed it to him.

           He shook his head. “Put it on me.”

           "What? You can put on your own goddamn tie.“

           "If you’re forcing me to wear it, you have to put it on me.” he stated firmly.

           You exhaled and popped his collar, carefully pulling the tie over his head without ruining his styled hair. Expertly, you tucked it underneath his collar and pulled the knot up. The entire time, he was watching your concentrated expression intently. You caught his gaze and raised an eyebrow.

           "What?“ You blinked. "Is the make-up too much?”

           He shook his head and chuckled. “Just wondering how many guys you did this for to get so good at tying ties.”

           You laughed, “My mother died early on, remember? So I had to help my disheveled father out.”

           Jimin glanced at your sad smile as you patted down his tie.

           "Not too tight?“

           "Will you tighten it if I’m bad?” he smirked.

           "And there he is.“ You patted his cheek playfully. "Please go home Red Mask. I came to escort Jimin today.”

           He chuckled at your teasing. “Let’s go? I brought the expensive car today, just for you.”

           You grinned knowingly and nudged him, “The car that you never let anyone into?”

           "Well Hoseok has ridden in it cause he was there when we did the test drive.“

           "Eh.” You waved your hand nonchalantly. “That’s Hoseok. He doesn’t count.”

           You grabbed your things enthusiastically. “Let’s go! Woo!”

           He laughed as you scurried out before him. You had been begging him to drive you around ever since he had purchased it. He locked your door and followed you to his car, which you were marveling at with your mouth wide open and your eyes sparkling. He walked slowly to let you take pictures of it in awe, quite amused at your reaction.  


           You both arrived at the hotel and stepped out of the car, letting the valet take over from there. Jimin handed you the ticket for safe keeping and the present he was supposed to put up for the company Secret Santa raffle.

           "I swear Jimin. I hope this isn’t a sex toy.“ You chuckled as you shook the box skeptically.

           "What? Everyone secretly wants one for Christmas.” Jimin winked as he grabbed both of your bags from his trunk.

           "Well I hope Silver and Hobi get it.“

           "Oh no.” Jimin shook his head. “Hobi already has the one I gave him last Christmas.”

           "You suck at giving presents.“ You rolled your eyes.

           "Hey that large box of condoms was incredibly useful to you wasn’t it?” he giggled as you both made your way inside. “It’s a practical present. I put a lot of thought into it.”

           "Glow in the dark condoms are NOT fun for your information.“

           "No?” he chuckled. “I thought it was amusing.”

           You glared at him as he made his way to the front desk with an innocent smile plastered onto his face. You wondered how on Earth no one had figured out his true nature in the office. According to Silver though, he was completely different. You had seen his gentle side plenty of times before, but never for a prolonged period of time. It was usually in a public setting but he’d always shoot you a sneaky smirk or two when his conversation partner wasn’t looking.

           He handed the concierge your bags to place inside your room and grabbed the key card from them before returning to your side.

           "Here. I lose things.“ he handed you the key too and you shook your head, stuffing it into your purse along with the valet ticket. He pressed a gentle hand on your back and gestured in a certain direction. "Let’s go.”

           You followed his lead into a large decorated banquet hall. You had to squint with how bright it was when you stepped inside; blinded by the expensive things you would never be able to afford.  

           "Wow. It’s like a treasure chest in here.“ You giggled as you two found your assigned table.

           "People at the company are quite loaded.”

           You shook your head as you slipped your coat off, finally revealing your dress. Jimin’s jaw slackened as he took in your figure. You glanced over at him, feeling his gaze, and you smirked.

           "Does this suit your taste, Mr. Park?“

           Jimin bit his lip and stepped in front of you.

           "Makes me want to skip the party and get to that penthouse.”

           You laughed as you leaned forward, knowing his eyes were watching your every move. Smiling playfully, you reached around him so that your body brushed against his. His hands found its way to your waist to keep you from toppling over, but he stared at you expectantly as you didn’t break the eye contact as you moved closer to his face. He immediately chuckled as you lifted up the present that you had been reaching for.

           "Did I just make THE Park Jimin anticipate something?“ You batted your eyelashes. "I’m honored.”

           "You’re sneaky.“ he grinned as he released your hips so you could step back.

           "You seem to be losing your touch if something like that flustered you.” You smirked as you fixed up your dress.

           But before he could reply, you both heard a loud, congregated,  

           "MR. PARK!“

           A crowd of females hurried to greet him with bright, expectant eyes. You had to cover your face with the present you were holding to hide your amused smile.

           "Hey.” Jimin smiled warmly. “Great job on the decorations! It looks so festive.”

           "Really?“ They clearly hung onto his every word.

           Jimin nodded, "Thanks for taking up the hard work of decorating.”

           "No! Thank you, Mr. Park! We never dreamed we’d be having such an event until you came along.“ they cooed.

           "Yeah, Mr. Jung also turned around ever since you arrived!”

           Jimin laughed and scratched the back of his head, “I don’t think that was any of my doing.”

           "You also clean up very well, Mr. Park.“ Another complimented him, daring to get closer.

           You tried to slowly walk backwards, praying to go unnoticed from his crowd of fans and just go find Silver and Hoseok, but Jimin grabbed your wrist, causing you to stumble forward into his chest. They all gasped a little as he took the present you were hiding behind and revealed your face. They were finally aware of your presence.

           "Oh you must be Mr. Park’s girlfriend!” one of the co-workers clapped, as if a light bulb went off in her mind.

           "Oh n–“ You started but Jimin slipped his arm around your waist and grinned.

           "Yeah, we met in college and well, we’ve been together ever since.”

           "Aww how sweet!“ One of the females squealed and caressed your arm. "You’re gorgeous!”

           "Thanks…“ You blushed, a bit skeptic about the compliment, and glanced at Jimin, who was beaming at you proudly.

           The co-workers then excused themselves, and Jimin led you closer to the open bar.

           "I didn’t know I had been your girlfriend for that long.” You gasped playfully.

           "No?“ Jimin smirked as he watched the dance floor filling up slowly.

           You glared at him, "Alright, spill. Who did you sleep with here that you have to pretend to be taken?”

           Jimin laughed, “No one.”

           You squinted your eyes skeptically, and he caught your look.

           "I swear!“ he insisted. "Have I ever lied to you about who I sleep with?”

           You relaxed your gaze. “True. You’d have gloated right away.”

           "Exactly.“ Jimin turned and called out. "Two shots of vodka please.”

           He handed you one, which you accepted gratefully.

           "I separate work and play, Y/N.“

           "Except when you play for work.” You grinned as you raised your shot glass.

           "You know it.“ He pointed at you. "Which is why I had to become unavailable to them.”

           "Oh boy.“ You exhaled. "I’m going to need more shots.”

           You threw the shot back easily and bellowed.

           "One more over here!“

            Jimin laughed. "Pressured?”

           "If I have to pretend to be your girlfriend for the night, I’m going to need a little buzz.“      You finished your second shot as soon as it came.

           "I’m honored you need to be intoxicated to date me.” he chuckled.

           "Come on, Casanova.“ You smacked his butt. "Let’s show these ladies you’re happily taken. I can feel their judgment from here.”

           Jimin smiled, his eyes turning into those crescents you knew too well. He grabbed your hand as you led him to the dance floor. Hoseok and Silver slipped through the crowd to dance near you guys.

           "Psst. What’re you guys doing?“ Hoseok hissed.

           "Jimin, the playboy, apparently needs a pretend girlfriend so he won’t get tempted to sleep with his co-workers.” You whispered.

           Hoseok rolled his eyes while Silver shook her head disapprovingly.

           "He’s lucky I’m awesome.“

           "They’re already trying to judge when you two are going to break up.” Silver admitted. “I heard them gossiping. He could tell you weren’t super into him and he apparently deserves better. Sorry.”

           All four of you laughed.  

           "Eh, it’s okay. He’ll live with the temptation after I dump him.“ You teased.

           Jimin hummed and pulled you closer to his body. "Who said I was going to let you go?”

           You raised an eyebrow curiously. “How’re we supposed to pretend to be who we’re not?”

           Jimin grinned, “Who says we’re not convincingly attracted to each other?”

           "I do. I say we’re not.“ You retorted.

           "Well then, show me how you burlesque.” Jimin whispered into your ear.

           You chuckled and whispered in return, “Can you keep up?”

           Jimin felt shivers run up his spine as your leg climbed up his languidly while your arms wrapped around his neck. Grinning widely, he slid his hand up to the middle of your back to keep you from falling.

           "Who do you think I am?“ he chuckled.

           You fluttered your eyes at him. "Mr. Park…”

           Jimin’s eyes bore into yours expectantly.

           You leaned forward so that your lips were almost touching, “You can’t show your Red side here.”

           Your breath ghosted over his lips and he leaned forward to kiss you playfully, but you were a step ahead and distanced yourself with a smirk.

           "Play nice kids.“ Hoseok sighed then turned to Silver. "Let’s grab a drink.”

           "Sure.“ Silver smiled and they disappeared into the crowd.  

           "Mr. Park, you’re going to have to play nice.” You giggled as you danced lightly to the upbeat music. “Besides, this is our jam!”

           You bobbed your head and swayed your hips gently as you swung your hands side-to-side. Jimin cracked up at your silly dancing, but it really was one of the songs you both always went wild to.

           "Ah whatever.“

           He exhaled and he hopped around excitedly to the beat as you cheered him on. In no time, he and Hoseok were at the center of the dance floor, showing off their moves. You learned that they had notoriously had a short dance off during one of their company camping trips. You in turn told the DJ to turn on a song that you knew would heat the competition up more. Silver cheered on Hoseok excitedly while most of the other females were fanning themselves at the way Jimin was moving. Both of their bodies were fluid and their techniques skilled. You watched them proudly as you clapped and danced along.

           But you couldn’t lose to the guys so you dragged Silver to the bar and you both hopped on top of it, drawing the male co-workers to your side enthusiastically.

           "Sex is better when they’re jealous.” You whispered to Silver and winked at her.

           She smirked knowingly and you both began dancing sexily on top of the counter. The male hotel workers and the office workers were hooting and hollering at you two. You chugged down two more shots while you were up there so you felt your body slowly loosening up and getting lost in the music.

           In no time, Silver was dragged down by Hoseok and they disappeared from the party soon after. Jimin laughed at you yelling at the crowd to cheer and bounce to the song excitedly. He could visibly see the looks of judgment the female co-workers were giving you, not that you ever cared about what other people thought in the first place. That’s one of the things he admired about you.

           When you bent down to grab another filled shot glass, he slipped in and stole it from you, throwing it back.

           "Alright, come on, babe.“ he urged you down.

           You giggled and grabbed a hold of his hand as you jumped down into him. He caught you easily in his arms.

           "Geezus. I would’ve kept a closer eye on you if you were going to turn this into a strip club.” He laughed as he pushed the pieces of your hair that was sticking to your sweaty face away. “I would’ve gotten my dollar bills ready.”

           "I’m just trying to make sure they know I’m hott, and that you–“ You patted his chest, a little tipsy, and whispered. "You caught yourself a nice catch.”

           He chuckled, “Well I don’t know if that happened with the girls, but you sure as hell attracted my male co-workers. I’m sure they’re WELL aware you’re hott and a nice catch.”

           "Oh.“ You blinked then shrugged. "Eh. Close enough.”

           "No.“ He pulled you flush against him. "Cause now I have to make sure they know you’re MINE.”

           Your eyes widened as your faces were inches apart. Jimin smirked and whispered into your ear.

           "Now who’s losing their touch?“

           You rolled your eyes. "Well, Mr. Park. How does one pretend to be a loving couple?”

           He shook his head and chuckled, “I of all people wouldn’t know.”

           "But…“ he held your hand, "let’s at least have fun dancing, without trying to impress anyone.”

           You grinned and nodded.

           "Sounds perfect.“


           The night ended well. You danced and ate the entire time. Hoseok and Silver returned later on. You and Jimin teased them about how many times they had sex in that time period. It started an argument between them so you both slowly walked away, not wanting to get between that, although you both felt guilty about accidently starting it.

           So once the party officially finished, you and Jimin alone stumbled back to the penthouse suite he had booked.

           "Wahhh.” You exhaled as you finally kicked off your heels and laid on the couch. “That was fun.”

           "Seriously.“ Jimin found his way to the bed.

           "And!” You pointed. “Neither of us went home with strangers. This has got to be a first.”

           Jimin giggled.

           You groaned and rummaged through your bag for your pajamas. “I’ll change first.”

           "Hmm.“ Jimin mumbled, his face morphing into the bed relaxingly.

           "There’s no lock in this bathroom?” You commented as you noticed the sliding door.

           He peeked over and noticed you sliding the door shut and open worriedly. “Just change. I’m too tired to peep.”

           "That’s comforting.“ You rolled your eyes as you began changing hurriedly and taking off your make up. "Out of all the hotel rooms I’ve been to, this is the first without a lock.”

           "It’s cause couples stay here.“ Jimin mumbled.

           "But still.” You retorted as you stepped out in a sweatshirt and shorts while brushing your teeth.

           "Don’t blame the hotel.“

           "You’re right. I should be thankful to be housed in this mansion for a night.” You commented as you finished up your nightly routine.

           Jimin dragged himself out of bed and floated to the bathroom after you. You positioned yourself on the couch and covered yourself in the extra blankets while he changed. He came out just simply wearing sweatpants and ruffling his hair. Glancing at you in a bundled ball as you swiped through your phone nonchalantly, he exhaled.

           "Y/N.“

           "What?” You hummed, not prying your eyes away from your phone.

           "Y/N. Get on the bed.“

           "No thanks, Chims.”

           "Y/N, get on the bed.“

           You glared at him skeptically. "You have alcohol in your system, sir.”

           "I’m not even drunk or anything. I should be far more afraid of you.“ he chuckled.

           You contemplated as he stared at you.

           "I promise I won’t try anything. I’m exhausted and just want to sleep.” Jimin exhaled. “And don’t flatter yourself.”

           You glanced at the bed. Its fluffiness was invitingly tempting.

           "Fine. It’s big enough so we have our sides anyway.“ You smiled as you slipped underneath the fort of blankets and rolled yourself in it.

           Jimin chuckled as he jumped in as well and turned to face you. "Hey.”

           "Hm?“ You hummed as you looked at him too.

           "Thanks for coming with me today.”

           You grinned, “A free penthouse hotel room, free food, open bar, good music. I think that’s just about equivalent payment for my presence.”

           He chuckled, reaching over to ruffle your hair.

           "Oh right.“ You remembered. "Did you know that down the street from Club Masquerade, there’s a place that hosts a Masquerade Ball every Friday?”

           Jimin scrunched his face, “Like as in fairytales?”

           "Well it starts off that way apparently, but they play club music and stuff as the night goes on.“

           "So guys dress up as Princes and grind on girls wearing huge ass ball gowns? Sounds like a lot of work.”

           You rolled your eyes, “Well ANYWAYS, my perfect match V wants to meet me there.”

           "At a BALL?“ He raised an eyebrow, skeptically and repeated. "At a masquerade ball?”

           "Yes, Jimin.“ You giggled. "It’s romantic, isn’t it?”

           "Are you going to wear a crown and wave your wand?“ Jimin teased and you shoved him.

           "Shut up. It’s going to be a cute meeting.”

           "Totally cute ~“ he mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "Do you even have a dress and stuff?”

           "Yeah.“ You rolled onto your back and stared at your ceiling. "I have the perfect dress.”

           Jimin observed as you closed your eyes and yawned.

           "Night night Chims.“

           "Night.” he hummed as he continued to watch you, until he too fell victim to his exhaustion.


            The next morning, Jimin’s eyes sprung open as he realized that someone was lying on his chest and his arms were wrapped around them. He tried to hurriedly recall the events of last night, wondering if he had ended up sleeping with someone. But when he remembered that you two had come back together, his body relaxed. He glanced down to find you resting peaceful in his embrace. He lifted his arms awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

           Slowly, you stirred. It took awhile for your eyes to adjust and realize the situation in front of you. You glanced up, unfazed by your close position, and shoved him away from you gently.

           "Well this is new.“ he laughed.

           "What?” You yawned. “Actually not having to leave after spending the night with someone?”

           Jimin chuckled as he fixed his hair. “Yeah. Didn’t expect it to be with you.”

           "Are you actually perverted 24/7?“

           He reached over and organized your disheveled hair too.

           "Only around you.” he giggled.

           "Lucky me.“ You stated dryly. "When do we have to check out?”

           "Mmm it’s still early. Wanna grab the complimentary breakfast?“

           You perked up. "Um YES. Why is that even a question?”

           Jimin laughed, “Well let me go put a shirt on.”

           "Nah. Just go like that.“ You teased. "Your female co-workers would probably faint on the spot.”

           He flirtatiously lifted his eyebrows and leaned over, “What about you?”

           "What about me?“ You retreated back a little.

           "Aren’t you the least bit attracted?” He glanced down at his toned chest and abs and wiggled the garter of his loose sweatpants.

           "Well tell me then…“ You chuckled as you revealed your exposed legs from beneath the blanket. "Aren’t you the least bit attracted?”

           His lips curled up, “It’s nothing new to me.”

           "Yeah same here.“ you laughed as you threw the blanket off you. "I’ll shower first.”

           "Can I join?“

           You smacked his face with a pillow as you got up. "No, Jimin.”

           "Why not?“ he whined cutely, as he watched you gather fresh clothes.

           You glared at him. "Don’t you dare barge into the bathroom, Park Jimin, or I’ll personally make sure you won’t be able to have sex in the next week.”

           "I wouldn’t dare.“ Jimin blinked innocently and you slid the bathroom door shut.

           You turned on the shower and crossed your arms, letting the water run and waiting. As you predicted, the door slid open a minute or two later, and you chucked a heavily wet towel at Jimin, causing him to fall backwards from its weight. You straddled his body as he coughed from the impact and threw the wet towel off of him.

           "What the hell?” he groaned.

           You stared down at him angrily, “What did I tell you?”

           He laughed, “I can’t believe you’re wasting water, Y/N!”

           "How do you want me to castrate you?“ You threatened.

           "Alright, alright. I won’t peek.” He put his hands behind his head and smiled. “I already got this nice view.”

           You rolled your eyes and slapped his bare chest hard in retaliation. He winced from the sting.

           "You know, in a different context that would’ve totally excited me.“

           "Would you like me to tie you somewhere Mr. Kinky?” You crawled off of him.

           "No thanks.“ he sensed your irritation and decided to stop his teasing. "I’ll be good.”

           "Good.“

           You returned to the bathroom and Jimin slid the door slightly to see if he could get a glimpse, but his eyes were poked before they could even look in.

           "AHHH Y/N!” he yelled. “FUCK!”

           "MORE JIMIN! MORE!“ You teasingly moaned, as you shut the door again and finally hopping into the shower. "DON’T STOP!”

           Jimin rubbed his eye and laughed, “Don’t tempt me with your dirty talk!”

           "As if.“ You called out.


           V: You know, I hope this isn’t creepy or too soon. But I really want to meet you.

           Coffeegirl: It’s not creepy at all. I want to meet you too, V.

           You smiled as you re-read the messages.

           V: I hope this isn’t cheesy but you said you liked unique romantic gestures. I walked by a place that hosts Masquerade Balls every Friday.

           Coffeegirl: What? Seriously? That’s a thing?

           V: Right? I was surprised too! It’s been a thing at the place for a long time now! So I immediately thought of you when I found it.

           Coffeegirl: Aww V ~

           V: Would you like to go to a Masquerade Ball? *insert rose emoji*

           Coffeegirl: V, do you not have emojis?

           V: I can’t find them…

           Coffeegirl: LOL.

           V: Hopefully my lack of emojis won’t deter you from saying yes x)

           Coffeegirl: haha of course not, I’d love to go and I really do want to meet you.

           V: I’m so excited! I’ve been wanting to hear your voice and your laugh, and if you totally think I’m awkward, please feel free to run away and leave your slipper behind.

           You giggled.

           Coffeegirl: Will you search the whole kingdom to find me?

           V: I found you once. I’m sure I’ll be able to find you again.

           Coffeegirl: I’ll look forward to receiving a real rose instead of that emoji then.

           V: You know I wouldn’t come empty handed to meet a beautiful lady ^_^

           Coffeegirl: But you don’t even know what I look like?

           V: You’re still beautiful just from getting to know your personality though!

           Suddenly your phone was ripped out of your hand, and Jimin who was munching on a piece of bread, scrolled through your messages.

           "Chims!” You groaned.

           He glanced at you amused while you pouted, embarrassed about your replies.

           "I’m about to upchuck my bread that was so gross.“ he teased.

           "Shut up.” You tried to reach for your phone.          

           But he continued scrolling, keeping it away from you.

           "Ooo ~ he loves animals. How cute. Family oriented, nice. Wowww wants a lot of kids.“ he wiggled his eyebrows. "Then he’s lucky your stamina is great in bed.”

           You punched his stomach and he groaned, conceding and handing you back your phone.

           "Seems like a super nice guy.“ He went back to munching as he rubbed the place you had hit him.

           "He does.” You smiled happily.

           "Not your type though.“ Jimin shook his head.

           "Well what I want may not be what I need.” You shrugged.

           Jimin hummed, “Interesting.”

           "What is?“

           "Well what if you don’t want what you need?” He glanced at you intently. “Will you still force it?”

           "No…“ You hesitated. "I don’t know. Well everything takes some give and take.”

           "Well I think,“ Jimin crossed his legs as he leaned against your desk. "you need to want the need this person is going to give you in order to want him.”

           You squinted your eyes at him, puzzled. “Okay, what?”

           Jimin’s lips curled up. “You’re going to have to want to change, Y/N. This V guy is looking to settle down. Are you?”

           You chuckled and stared straight at him, “Yes, I want to.”

           Jimin was a bit taken aback then he nodded, “Well then, that’s that.”

           He dusted the crumbs off his pants and bowed. “I wish you plentiful babies with your perfect match.”

           "You don’t believe me.“ You glared at him.

           He glanced at you amused, "Look Y/N. You like the bad guys because they were exciting and fun. I really wonder if you’re going to be able to give all that up to be committed. You’re just like me.”

           "I’m not like you Jimin.“ You snapped.

           "No?” He reached for a mint and popped it into his mouth.

           "Definitely not.“

           Jimin smirked and walked away as you stared at him angrily.

           You definitely weren’t like him. You knew this time was different. You were looking for something different than your previous guys. Someone much like V…or Taehyung for that matter.

           "Ahhh.” You groaned as you lay your head onto your desk, frustrated. To be honest, you were curious about both of them. Your emotional connection to V was undeniably yet your physical attraction to Taehyung was gnawing at you.

           "Y/N?“

           You perked up as Tae stepped inside.

           "Tae!” You squeaked, a bit dizzy that the exact person you were thinking of appeared.

           "You didn’t open yet right?“ he looked around.

           "No, not yet.” You smiled. “What brings you here?”

           "No, I just missed you.“ he laughed. "Plus it gets a bit lonely manning the bars when we haven’t opened yet.”

           You blushed at how casually he confessed that he missed you. It was things like this that confused you. You knew he meant it sincerely, but what exactly was the significance behind it?

           "You said you and Chims had a Christmas party? How was that?“

           You blinked, "Chims?”

           "Oh sorry.“ Tae looked down timidly. "I hear you call him that sometimes and I thought it was a cute nickname…”

           You laughed, “Oh I don’t mind. I was just surprised you caught it.”

           Tae grinnned, his eyes smiling along with him. “I remember everything you say, Y/N!”

           "Can I ask you something?“ You tilted your head inquisitively.

           "Sure!” he jumped closer to you, excited that you were finally curious about him.

           "Why did you give me that flyer?“

           "Hmm…” he pondered. “Well like I said you were pretty and two…I guess I just felt a good aura around you…is that weird?”

           "A good aura?“

           He smiled, "Yeah. Like you’re a very warm and trusting person. But I also felt like you underestimate your potential and stay humble, but you’re ready to fight for something you want… which I really like.”

           You beamed. His answer melted you.

           "What aura does Jimin give off?“

           "Mmm he’s a bit confusing.” Tae hummed, thinking about it deeply. “I feel like he’s still kind of lost, you know? I could definitely sense that he’s sweet, but it’s like he’s suffocating that part of him.”

           You chuckled, “Sounds about right.”

           Tae giggled, “Then I’m definitely not wrong about you either.”

           You looked down at your hands hesitantly.

           "Tae.“

           "Hm?” he tilted his head cutely.

           "Do you think people can change?“

           "Y/N.” he grabbed your hand gently as you glanced up at him. “I think people can grow.”

           You smiled at each other.


           The day of your first meeting with V soon arrived, and for the most part, you had planned out everything you needed to in advance.  

           "What’re you wearing?“ Jimin snickered into the phone as you put him on speaker.

           You exhaled as you roamed your room, gathering your things together. "Are you serious, Chims?”

           "What?“ he giggled.

           "I am going on a date today. I don’t have time to play with you.” You threw off your clothes and slipped into dark blue velvet floor length dress with a high leg slit that rested right about your thigh.

           "You’re wearing your favorite blue dress, aren’t you?“ he grinned as he lay on his bed.

           You glanced around skeptically, "Did you install cameras in my room when you slept over?”

           "Am I right?“

           "You’re a creep.” You rolled your eyes as you finished zipping yourself up.

           "You wear that to every important occasion so I’m not surprised. Oh, also put your hair up.“

           "Why?”

           "Guys go crazy for exposed necks.“

           "I’m going to just pull my hair over to one side. I don’t want to look too formal.”

           "What mask are you wearing?“

           "My favorite gold one.” You grinned as you grabbed it from your shelf.

           "This V fellow won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.“

           "That’s the plan.” You smiled as you threw on a few simple accessories.

           "Don’t go having babies now.“

           "Don’t worry.” You smirked. “I’m always classy.”

           "Facetime me so I can seee.“ Jimin whined as he rolled around his bed.

           "Seriously? You’re just going to say something dirty.” You stated, but switched to Facetime anyway.

           Jimin pressed his face closer to his phone as if it would give him the ability to see you better. You cracked up as his face filled up your screen.

           "Jimin. This is not a telescope.“

           He moved back and grinned.

           "Guaranteed. V will drop his balls when he sees you.”

           You smiled gently, “Thanks Jimin.”

           "Also, I’ll have my phone on me in case he’s a creeper.“ He stared at you seriously.

           You laughed, "You’ll be the first I call.”

           "Good.“ he grinned. "Have a good time…but not too good.”

           You snorted, “Bye Chim-Chim.”

           Afterwards, you quickly sent a picture of your mask and outfit to V so that he’d be able to find you and then a silly one to Silver to represent your excitement and nervousness.


           You sighed as you scrolled through your phone. You had been sitting by the bar, rejecting guys who asked you to dance and if you come alone tonight. V wasn’t super late, but you felt a bit awkward waiting alone. He hadn’t texted you yet, so you reassured yourself that he was probably driving.

           You took the time to glance around. It was a club, but decorated with Renaissance era antiques. There was a grand staircase, which you weren’t sure where it led to, and there was a big chandelier in the center of the dance floor.

           You didn’t think a lot of people were going to follow the dress code seriously, but you were surprised to find the guests donning extravagant ball gowns and three piece suits with coattails. A few wore small crowns and others wore large wigs like they did in the olden days. It was intriguing and awe-inspiring. It really felt like you had been sucked into a classical romantic movie, and now all you needed was for your Prince Charming to come find you.

           "Hey.“

           Someone greeted and you smiled as you spun around, praying it wasn’t someone else hitting on you.

           "Hi.”

           "Have you been waiting long?“

           A man wearing a Maroon mask bowed and pulled a rose out from behind him suavely, and your grin immediately widened.

           It was him.

           You shook your head, "I was just taking in the view.”

           His lips curled up as he stared at you deeply, “Now it’s my turn to take in the view.”

           You blushed.

           "You wanna dance?“ he asked timidly.

           You nodded as you placed the rose inside your clutch. He held his hand out to you, and you slipped yours into his gently. Leading you right beneath the chandelier, he tightened his hold on your hand and placed the other on your waist cautiously. Since a slow song was playing, you both swayed back and forth, at a loss for words.

           "I can’t believe you’re here right now.” You tried to hide your giddiness and racing heart.

           His hands were warm and your hip tingled at the feeling of his touch. He smiled and continued to lead you in the slow dance mannerly. There was a small space between your bodies that seemed like he didn’t want to cross just yet.

           You weren’t sure what to talk about. All the topics you had planned out seemed to disappear as soon as he was in front of you. But the silence wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable, like you both were simply content listening to the music and having each other’s presence.

           Which you were.

           "You look beautiful.“ he whispered as he placed his cheek on your temple, closing the distance a bit.

           You smiled as you shut your eyes, letting yourself revel in his warmth and closeness. How long had it been since someone you dated just held you without any other thoughts or ideas?

           You heard him humming sweetly, the vibrations of his voice were felt on your skin, and you chuckled.

           "Ah there it is. The laugh I wanted to hear.”

           You fluttered your eyes up at him as you stepped back a bit. He titled his head a bit, questioning you actions, and your hands answered by traveling around his neck. A gentle smile formed on his face as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

           "I was really nervous about coming tonight.“ You admitted as you studied the designs on his Maroon mask.

           "Why?”

           "Well, I had a lot of expectations of how it would turn out to be and then I had a lot of fears at the same time…that I would be disappointed.“

           He moved a stray hair away from your eyes. "Are you disappointed?”

           You looked down at his lips then into his eyes, and shook your head. “Not at all… Are you?”

           "I’m dancing with a beautiful girl under a nice, expensive chandelier to one of my favorite classic songs. What is there to be disappointed about?“

           You giggled, "It’s one of my favorites too.”

           He smiled gently as you both continued to sway.

           Suddenly, the music changed into a more upbeat vibe and immediately, you turned yourself around to start moving your body to the song. He was a bit taken aback by your abrupt change but soon followed your lead, keeping his hands on your hips. Every time you tried to back up, he maintained a respectful distance between you two.

           For some reason, that made you fall even harder for him, but it also made you crave more. After a few attempts at trying to grind, you spun around so that you two were face-to-face and you could see that he was alarmed. You grinned as you grabbed his arms to pull him closer to you.

           "Are you afraid of me?“

           He shook his head. "I just didn’t want to do anything you didn’t…”

           You closed the distance and pressed against him, “I don’t mind…if it’s with you.”

           He smiled and you were soon flush against his body. Finding a mutual rhythm, your hips moved along with his sensually. You had had a few shots in your system, but you knew it wasn’t the alcohol. The best way you knew how to communicate was through your body, and his gentle actions increased your desire for him tenfold, so as you pushed even closer to the hardness that you felt in his pants. He gripped your waist worriedly. He soon loosened it as you maintained a seductive eye contact with him, trying to tell him this was what you wanted. Your hand traced his mask, down to the side of his face softly, and he closed his eyes, taking in your touch. You leaned forward, no longer wanting to restrain yourself from finding out how he kissed and how his lips felt on yours. But he pulled back a little and tensed. You opened your eyes.

           "What’s wrong?“

           "Well…we haven’t done this before…”

           "Well of course not. We just met.“ You chuckled then you looked down shyly. "Am I going too fast for you?”

           He shook his head and cupped your face. “Not at all…”

           Slowly, he opened his mouth and captured your lips sweetly.

           And God did he know how to kiss.

           Although his movements were hesitant, they were slow and breathtaking as you both tried to study each other. You pulled his head down so you could deepen the kiss, and you both stumbled back, laughing into the kiss. He stepped forward as you walked backwards, your lips still locked together. You trusted him and he guided you to a wall, gently placing a hand on the back of your head so you didn’t get hurt from the impact. That made you lunge at him more passionately and immediately, tongues became involved. 

           Your hands immediately roamed down his chest and pulled his waist closer to the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. You grinded into his hardness and he groaned. The vibration reached your mouth as you both continued to kiss and it excited your senses even more. You nipped at his lip hungrily and you both paused to stare at each other, catching your breath; bodies still touching dangerously. You were drawn to this man in front of you and you weren’t sure if this was going to scare him off, but you decided to speak your mind anyway.

           "I need you.“

           You whispered, ghosting your breath over his lips.

           "What?” he blinked; you could tell he was a bit worried, but also anticipating.

           Your hand found its way to his bulge and you traced the outline aggressively. His breath hitched as you did so and you repeated yourself, more firmly this time.

           "I need you.“

           His lips crashed into yours immediately and you welcomed the vigor. His hands were soon caressing all your curves and you exhaled needily as he began kissing your neck. You threaded your fingers through his hair as you continued to grind into him.  

           "Follow me.”

           He breathed into your neck and you nodded. Gently, he took your hand and led you away from the crowd, into one of the lounges.

           "Don’t get me wrong.“ he breathed as he took out the key. "I had gotten one just in case we wanted to talk without the blaring music.”

           You giggled.

           The door opened and he awkwardly stepped in. You shut the door behind you and smirked at him playfully.

           "Come here.“ You called as you leaned your back onto the door.

           He licked his lips and slid towards you. As soon as he was close enough, you pulled his tie down and captured his lips hungrily. His hands found its way to your ass and he gave it a light squeeze. Immediately, you wrapped that leg around and heaved him closer to you. Your panties were damp already from anticipation and you needed friction. Judging from how hard he was, he needed it as well.

           You moaned into his mouth as you rubbed yourself onto him, and he groaned, trying to control his urge.

           "Don’t fight it.” You breathed on his lips. “I want you.”

           He bit your lower lip, full of desire. You grabbed his shoulders and spun around, pinning him to the door. He was taken aback, but before he could react or speak, your hands were rubbing his clothed cock as you intensely gazed at him, checking to see if your forwardness was scaring him off. Contrastingly though, you felt yourself getting wetter as he was heaving under your touch, his hips circling to meet your hands.

           "Oh my god.“ he breathed as he grabbed your hand and pressed it harder onto him.

           "Can I?” You fluttered your lidded eyes at him and he glanced at you questioningly.

           "What?“

           You unbuckled his belt easily with one hand, while you continued to please him with your other.

           "Ah fuck.” he cursed and your lips curled up happily.

           You dropped his pants and latched your tongue onto the outline of his cock without hesitation.

           "Shit.“

           "I like it when you curse.” You smirked as your hand slid underneath his shirt to trace his lower abdomen playfully.

           "Fuck, how are you so good.“ he hissed.

           You glanced up arrogantly, "Baby, I haven’t even started yet.”

           He stared at you eagerly as you climbed back to come face to face with him. His eyes were burning holes into you with lust and desire, and you reveled in the feeling. Swiftly, you stuffed your hands inside his boxers and swallowed his gasp by kissed him. He squirmed as you massaged his dick inconsistently. You would do it for a bit then focus on kissing him senselessly then return to it.

           "You’re teasing.“ he breathed.

           You smirked. "What do you want from me?”

           He stared at you. You slipped your hand out of his boxers and he hissed at the loss of contact.

           "I won’t know what you want me to do unless you tell me.“

           You wanted to hear him beg. You wanted him to tell you he wanted you a certain way. But something seemed to change in him and he smirked back at you.

           "First, my princess.” he caressed your face. “I want you out of that dress.”

           You turned around and lifted your hair up, “You’ll have to get me out of it then.”

           He growled as his gaze was now directed at your exposed neck. Slowly, his hands lay on your waist and he peppered sweet yet passionate kisses down the side of your neck. You sighed and melted into him. In the midst of pleasuring you, his hands found your zipper and pulled it down hurriedly. He slid down your straps, nipping at your neck even more fervently. Your dress fell to the floor and this time, you lunged at him, sucking at his neck expertly. His hands roamed your newly exposed skin, addicted to how soft it felt. He pulled at your underwear playfully and you began walking away, a flirtatious smirk on your face. He watched intently as you crawled onto the bed seductively.

           You lay on your side, displaying your assets that were teasingly hidden by your coordinated black bra and panties. Biting your lip and staring at him, you stuck your index finger into your mouth and sucked on it. His eyes were mesmerized and locked on you as you traced your cleavage with your wet fingers. Languidly, you moved down to your underwear and stroked yourself gently. Swiftly, he marched over and grasped your hand to stop you, and crashed his lips into yours.

           Using the element of surprise, you pushed him into the bed and straddled him, grinding into his hardness. His hips immediately bucked up into you and you moaned. Quickly, your fingers unbutton his shirt and you licked down his torso as you gazed at him with a lustful expression. You felt his dick twitch into your chest as you got closer and he groaned.

           "Still don’t want to tell me what you want?“ you smirked.

           "I want to cum in your mouth.”

           You shook your head. “Please let me cum in to your mouth.”

           "Please.“ he urged.

           "Then be good.”

           He nodded breathlessly.

           "Keep your hands behind your head.“ You ordered and he immediately followed.

           The need was throbbing so much that it was starting to become painful, but still, you weren’t quite satisfied with his begging. Your hands began to trace the skin around his crotch. You playfully caressed his inner thighs, pressing prolonged kisses against his hips, and toyed with the skin above his dick by drawing gentle circles. He writhed underneath your touch, his body begging for more. You knew what he wanted, but you wanted him disheveled, about to come undone with just a simple touch. You smacked his thighs gently to scold him and he stopped his squirming. His breathing was getting more shallow and his hands were curling into the sheets.

           "So needy.” You smirked as you kissed his still clothed cock. It was straining so much that you were afraid it would spring out of his boxers on his own. You crawled over him and smiled.

           "I’ll let you touch one thing.“ You whispered as you pulled down your bra. "Which do you want to touch?”

           Breathlessly, he began massaging one of your breasts and your face contorted into one of pleasure, which only served to escalate his want.

           "Harder.“ You moaned and he groaned as he thumbed your nipple. "Faster.”

           He obliged then as he was getting into a rhythm, you pulled away. His breath hitched with anticipation as you kissed his neck sweetly.

           "You almost got punished.“ You hissed into his ear and he shivered.

           "Please.” he begged. He bucked his hip up and flipped you over so that he was now on top of you. He rolled into you and you breathed pleasurably, which encouraged him. As he grinded into you, your leg slowly made its way up his thigh and his arms weakened. Your hands wrapped around him and tugged down his boxers slightly.

           "You’re close aren’t you?“ You mused.

           He couldn’t do anything but close his eyes and pant heavily, resting his head onto your chest. You knew he needed a release so you grabbed his hands and guided him to massage your breasts. He slowly began kissing and sucking at your neck, and you quickly pried his hands off of you.

           "I’ll give you what you need.”

           He glanced at you desperately, and you smiled gently to reassure him.

           "On your back.“

           Gently, he obeyed and you climbed on top of him, sweetly kissing him, his hands once again finding its way to your waist and to your boobs. You grinded into his clothed cock as you continued to swirl your tongue against his. The kisses soon became more sloppy and heated. Feeling that he was close, you bit his lip and pulled off his boxers. His cock sprung up. You covered your hands with pre-cum and immediately began rubbing his dick. Your hands moved quickly and slickly since he was dripping immensely already.

           "Ah fuck.” He groaned and you sped up. You used your other hand to massage his balls, and that sent him over the edge. You continued your rhythm, letting him ride out his orgasm, as you whispered repeatedly, “You’re cumming so well for me baby boy. Keep going.” Your words only made him fuck your hand harder, until he was out of breath and in a daze.

           "Holy shit.“ he breathed, at a loss.

           You grinned and climbed over him, carefully, trying not to touch his sticky mess. Gently, you pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

           "You’re welcome.”

           You rolled the sheets and cleaned him up as he tried to catch his breath.

           "What about you?“ he questioned.

           You glanced at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. "If I didn’t completely scare you off and you want to see me again, we’ll see how things go.”

           You winked as you chucked the stained sheets to the corner of the room and threw his pants at him.

           "I suggest you go commando, because your boxers are soaked.“

           "Damn.” he pressed his head into the stack of pillows, amazed. “What the fuck was that?”

           Your lips curled up, your heart welling up at his genuine awe.

           As you were about to leave the bed, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down. His lips found its way to yours and kissed you passionately, making you dizzy. He used your astonishment to climb down so he was face level with your wetness. He flicked his tongue out and you moaned. Playfully, he licked your inner thighs and the crease between your hip bone and legs. It was your turn to be out of breath and needy. His fingers stroked you gently through your panties, until you were pressing down to meeting it instinctively. Then he pulled away, grinning from ear to ear.

           You looked at him desperately as he whispered onto your lips.

           "Let’s meet again then.“

           You swallowed and he chuckled, rolling off the bed. He jumped into his pants and began buttoning up his shirt.

           "Where?” You questioned curiously.

           "Here seems like a nice spot.“ He teased cheekily as he straightened up his Maroon Mask.  

            You giggled as you got up from the bed. You felt his eyes on you as you walked over to the dress he had discarded by the door. Teasingly, you bent down and locked gazes with him. He bit his lip as you slipped into your dress slowly, milking the sight of your exposed skin. Walking over, he zipped you up as he peppered your back with kisses as he did so. He got to your neck and nipped at it, not wanting to leave the room. 

            You turned to face him and immediately, your lips and tongues were battling it out once more, fighting for dominance. He gripped at your wrists so you couldn’t tease him with your hands but your foot playfully stroked his. The slit of your dress exposed your thigh and he released one of your hands so that he could pull your leg up by his waist to trace your skin beneath it.

            You smiled into the kiss excitedly. Both of you were trying to tease each other in order to leave a more lasting impression. Your heart raced. Did you even have that in common?

           You both separated, out of breath.

           "We’ll meet again.” You whispered.

           He simply nodded and you stepped out of the room, glancing back at the Maroon masked man, completely smitten. He was giving you a lopsided grin in return, his eyes also expressing intrigue. You gave a shy smile and disappeared into the crowd, making your way to the exit.    

          Your night didn’t go as you had expected it to.

           It was exceeded your expectations.

            So you were on cloud nine when you finally got to your house. Hurriedly, you changed and curled into your bed, squealing like it was your first time doing any of that. But it felt like the first time; it was different. It was electrifying and exciting. You didn’t completely lead it and he didn’t completely give in to you either. You hadn’t really experienced such an unpredictable time before and it astonished you.

            You stared at the rose you had placed in a vase on your bedside table and smiled.

           V was absolutely perfect.      


           Taehyung arrived at his place and whipped out his phone, hurriedly typing something into it as he took off his suit and tie.


           You immediately shot up from your bed as text from V came in; your eyes widened at the message.

           V: I’m so sorry I didn’t get to make it tonight. I had a sudden work emergency and my phone ran out of battery. Sucky timing, omg. I’M REALLY SORRY! I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU!

           V: Did you end up staying and having a good time anyway?

           V: You looked beautiful in the picture you sent me by the way. I’m beating myself up that I didn’t get to see you in person.

            You stared at the texts in horror.

           WHAT?


           Jimin whistled happily as he pressed in the pass code of his apartment. He hung his coat and didn’t even flinch when Hoseok appeared in his hallway.

           "Where have you been?“ His best friend questioned. "I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer so I let myself in.”

           "It’s all good.“ Jimin grinned nonchalantly.

           "Wait… why’re you dressed like that?” Hoseok glanced at his attire curiously. “Where the hell did you go?”

           Jimin smirked as he lifted the Maroon Mask off his face.

           "I went to a fucking ball.“

PART 3 

Sweetheart (Soulmate!Yuta)

Request: Can I have a Yuta imagine with the Soulmate!au where everything you write on your body or do to your body appears on theirs, if you do those? Perhaps they meet at the end?

Summary: Yuta Nakamoto is your soulmate but you thought it was a ghost writing on your arm at first. Cuteness and hilarity ensues.

Tags: Fluff, comedy, Soulmate!Yuta

Word Count: 1.6K

Note: Enjoy this eheheh, Yuta as a soulmate would be very cute. Ouch my heart. 

Originally posted by cihttaphon

You remember being a small seven year old child, waking up one day to find scribbles on your arm. They were cast in Sharpie and you couldn’t scrub it off. 

You wondered if maybe you had drawn on yourself in your sleep, and your seven year old brain believed that. The years went on and you kept finding weird drawings and words. You always thought that you drew it and forgot it.

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