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Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game -- Part 1 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

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

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

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

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

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

A/N: Hey everyone ~ it’s baccckkk! :) That’s all haha blessing your weekend with part 1! Enjoy!

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

           "Crap.“ You exhaled as you pulled over to the side of the road, seeing the blaring lights of red and blue following you. Groaning, you parked your car and leaned your head back into your seat. No longer than a few seconds later, a police officer knocked on your window. Clearing your throat to compose yourself, you rolled your driver’s side window down.

           "Miss. You were going over the speed limit.” The officer stated, pulling out his notepad and hovering his pen over the ticket he was about to give you.

           "It’s hardly ‘over’ the speed limit if it’s 5 over.“ You argued.

           His eyes shot up to you, possibly surprised by your attitude. "You know, normally, this is when women beg me to let them go, not argue with my initial statement.”

           "Well, Officer…“ You leaned over to read his badge closely. ”…Jeon. I don’t think I need to beg if the reason you’re stopping me wasn’t exactly a direct violation in the first place.“

           "Give me your license.” he huffed and you grabbed your wallet to do so. “Alright, Ms. Y/N. Since this seems to be your first transgression, I’ll give you a chance to appeal to me. I’m in a good mood today.”

           You gave him a face of disbelief as he smugly smirked at you.

           "Do you normally harass women while you’re in uniform?“

           His eyes widened and he scoffed. "You know most people would be thankful I’m being lenient. 5 over or more– it’s still over the speed limit on this road. Do you want a ticket or not?”

           "Of course I don’t want a ticket. But what exactly would 'appealing’ to you entail? I have no idea what you find appealing, considering we’re strangers.“ You reasoned nonchalantly.

           That seemed to stump him because he was silent for a few seconds.

           "I don’t know! Be cute or something? Compliment me? That’s what other women do. You could even start crying for all I care.” he listed as he scratched his neck sheepishly.

           Your expression turned into one of disapproval. “And that works?”

           "Well…yeah…“

           "Um okay…” You prepared yourself seriously by taking a deep breath, and then turned to flash him your brightest smile. This was torture for you.

           It was his turn to give you a look of disapproval.

           "No…not appealing.“

           You huffed at his rejection then hurriedly poked your cheeks and batted your lashes, mimicking the way women on TV acted cute. The Officer chuckled and shook his head, clearly more amused than appealed.

           "Sorry. Can’t help you. You have no appeal whatsoever.” he scribbled into his notepad and ripped the ticket. “It won’t add points if you pay the fine.”

           "Are you serious?“ You glared.

           "Oh, quite serious.” he laughed. “Maybe you should try finding other ways to appeal to men.”

           "I have a lot of appeal!“ You argued.

           He snorted. "Sure you do.”

           "You’re terribly rude for an officer of the law.“

           "And you’re terribly unapologetic for someone who’s broken the law.” he chucked the paper inside your car carelessly as he leaned through your window, his face close to yours arrogantly.

           You two stared at each other intently; you, annoyed while his eyes had a glint of mischief and intrigue in them. He was clearly enjoying having the upper hand in this battle of wits.

           Suddenly, a car zoomed by the two of you and you exhaled, pointing at it.

           "That guy was like TWENTY over the speed limit, and you’re not chasing him? Seriously??“

           "I’m currently busy at the moment.” The Officer shrugged, and after a quick glance around your car, he scrunched his face. “You should also clean up your car. Are you trying to run a garbage truck?”

           You chuckled in disbelief. “I’m pretty sure you’re breaking the law of proper etiquette right now, Officer Jeon.”

           "Etiquette goes both ways, Miss Y/N.“ The Officer knocked on your car playfully and began walking away. "Have a wonderful day ~”

           You groaned, irritated.


           "Hey Jungkook! You’re back a little late from your patrol.“

           Jungkook grinned as one of his fellow cops handed him a bottle of water. "I had a speeding incident down the road.”

           "Ooo was it a woman? Did you let them go again?“

           "No!” he huffed. “I actually gave her a ticket this time!”

           "Ohhh~ wow, Jungkook, you’re growing up!“ his fellow officers cooed as they ruffled his hair. "You couldn’t even look at women on your first patrol, and then you let them go out of pure terror and panic if they so much as touched your arm.”

           Jungkook blushed and swatted their arms away from babying him. “I wasn’t in panic!”

           "Oh please, Kook, your eyes were as wide as saucers!“ one of the guys pulled him into a headlock. "And if they started crying, you flailed your arms wildly and called in for back up.”

           Everyone roared with laughter. Jungkook easily pried himself out of the headlock and frowned.

           "That was back then!“

           "Good work, Jungkook. You’re on your way.” One of the senior officers, who just so happened to be female, smiled warmly at him. He stiffened and nodded until she disappeared from the premises.

           His fellow officers snorted at his obviously panicked reaction. He turned and glared at them, but they scrambled to return to their computers, appearing to look busy. None of them wanted to fall victim to Jungkook’s wrath. As much as they hated to admit it, even though he was the youngest officer, he was the most fit, capable, and handsome of them all, passing the physical exam with unprecedented ease.

           "Was the girl you gave a ticket cute?“ One of his closest friends turned and changed the subject.

           Jungkook hummed as he sat down. "Mmm…”

           He chuckled, envisioning how you had tried to act cute before.

           "She wasn’t appealing at all.“  


           "It’s unlike you to be late, Y/N.” Jimin smiled as you finally made it to your cubicle.

           "I’m sorry Mr. Park. I got pulled over by a cop.“ You admitted and he blinked curiously.

           "Why?”

           "He claimed I was speeding when I wasn’t, and I ended up getting a ticket because I didn’t beg for forgiveness.“ You huffed.

           "Oh Y/N.” Jimin patted your head sympathetically. “You need to use your charms, even if they were in the wrong.”

           "I tried but…“ You sulked.

           "But?” Jimin leaned against your desk.

           "He said I had no appeal whatsoever.“ You stated sourly.

           Jimin burst into laughter, causing the other workers to look over at you two.

           "Sorry! Just intern stuff!” he bellowed, easing the other people’s curiosities. “Seriously. You crack me up, Y/N. I’m glad I agreed to having you intern here.”

           Hoseok coughed, appearing beside Jimin. “I believe I was the one that took her under my wing because someone decided they wanted to run away to Daegu for who knows how long and abandoned me!”

           "You won’t leave that alone, Hoseok!“ Jimin snapped.

           You smiled shyly as your bosses bickered in front of you. You were already used to it by now.  

           "Oh Mr. Jung. I had a few questions about the paperwork you had me fill out yesterday.” You knew how to stop their childish banter easily.

           Hoseok brightened immediately since you were seeking his counsel, while Jimin walked away coolly because he didn’t want to be bothered by work-related questions so early in the morning. You giggled. They were easy to figure out.

           You had been working as the company’s intern for a few months already. At first, you were under Mr. Jung since Mr. Park had temporarily been needed at a different branch, but as soon as he returned, they fought over who would be mentoring you. In the end, they settled on you shadowing Mr. Jung in the morning and Mr. Park in the afternoon. And you had no qualms about the dual mentorship. You thoroughly enjoyed learning– the process, the actual gaining of new skills and information, the effective application – so you were grateful that you had two fantastic role models to teach you.

           A lot of your university classmates wanted to strangle you for getting so lucky with your internship. Not only was the company well-known, but so were the CEOs you were under.

           "Mr. Jung.“ You called as he was scribbling corrections on your paperwork.

           "Hm?”

           "Am I unappealing?“ You asked bluntly.

           His eyes widened. "Wh-what?”

           "Someone told me I had no appeal this morning. Do you think I’m lacking in appeal?“

           Hoseok coughed and peeked outside of your cubicle, making sure no one was listening in. He smiled warmly and put his pen down.

           "Y/N. Everyone has different types of appeal. It’s good to learn about other things, which you’re really good at, but it’s better if you learn about yourself first.”

           "Learn about myself?“

           "Yeah, like hmm…hold on.” Hoseok stood up. “Mr. Park, I have a question about your charm.”

           Jimin jumped out of his office with a wide grin. “My charm? Which charm? I have plenty.”

           Hoseok gave you a knowing expression and you chuckled. Jimin skipped towards you two.

           "It’s important to know your strengths and weaknesses, Y/N. As both a business worker and as a person. You should use your strengths as your appeal and work to improve or compensate your weaknesses.“ Hoseok tapped on the paperwork in front of you. "Kind of like how we revise these papers. We keep what’s convincing and edit what’s not. Although you should be careful about being overly appealing.”

           He shot a look at Jimin, who smirked.

           "You have a problem with my overflowing appeal, Mr. Jung?“ Jimin cocked up an eyebrow.

           "It’s good to know you have it, but don’t flaunt it too much.” Hoseok commented to you.

           "But you didn’t answer my question.“ You emphasized.

           "What question?” Jimin questioned.

           "She asked if she was appealing.“ Hoseok blushed as he lay a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. "This is your forte so I’ll leave it to you. I don’t feel comfortable discussing this with my young intern.”

           Jimin shook his head. “Oh Hoseok, so naive. Don’t worry Y/N. You’re definitely appealing! But what Mr. Jung is trying to say is that you have to believe in your appeal before you can go appealing people.”

           "Interesting.“ You hummed.

           "Think of it like your resume for people.” Jimin pointed.

           "Resume for people?“ You repeated, still puzzled.

           "Yeah, you have to know why people like you and play that as your strength. Like me, I know I’m incredibly handsome and friendly, and that’s why people like me. If ever, let’s say, someone accuses me of doing something wrong, I know I could use my looks and sweet words to get out of trouble.”  

           "So… manipulate people?“

           Hoseok snorted and Jimin scratched the back of his head.

           "I guess in blunt terms, yes. But it’s kind of a survival skill.” he chimed. “You need it to survive in the real world.”

           "Survival skill…“ You mumbled, thinking deeply.

           "Y/N, don’t–” Hoseok was about to protest, but Jimin’s hand covered his mouth.

           "I see. It’s quite important for me to learn my own appeal.“ You stated determinedly. "As a matter of survival.”

           "Yes, yes, exactly.“ Jimin nodded fervently.

           "You’re such a jackass.” Hoseok hissed.

           "It’s for her own good.“ Jimin nudged.

           You beamed happily. "Thank you, Mr. Park, Mr. Jung!”

           The two blushed and chuckled, patting your head encouragingly.

           "You two are so weak for the intern.“ Silver appeared beside them with her arms crossed.

           Hoseok flinched and removed his hand from your head, settling beside his girlfriend. On the other hand, Jimin latched onto you and embraced you tightly from behind.

           "It’s cause she’s so cute and clueless about the evils of this world.” he giggled as he nuzzled his face next to yours while you sat there stoically, mulling over his statement instead of his actions.

           Silver rolled up the papers she had on hand and started whacking Jimin with it in between her words.

           "Get-off-her-that-is-in-a-ppro-priate!“

           Jimin cackled and let go of you. "You’re no fun, Silver. She doesn’t mind, right?”

           You shook your head. “I don’t feel anything when it happens so I don’t mind.”

           Hoseok burst into laughter while Jimin clutched his chest, feigning pain at your words.

           Silver smiled at you, amused. “There are only a few women who could say that and honestly mean it, Y/N. You amaze me.”

           "Thank you.“ You bowed gratefully. "Mr. Park told me you had fallen for his charms before too, so I consider this an honorable compliment.”

           Silver lunged at Jimin, but he was quick to evade and hurriedly locked himself inside the safety of his office.

           "PARK JIMIN!“

           "Now, now.” Hoseok grabbed his girlfriend’s arm and whispered. “We’re at work remember? Don’t let him get you riled up like that. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

           Silver huffed and relaxed at his true statement.

           You watched the two interact curiously. Although they tried to keep it relatively low key at work, everybody knew they were in a relationship. You found them to be a very adorable pair, while Mr. Park and his girlfriend acted more like nagging, close friends whenever you saw them together. But you guessed that every relationship worked differently because regardless of how they treated each other, they all seemed very happy and in love.

           Love, huh?

           You shook your head and turned your attention back to your paperwork, pushing your thoughts to the side for now.  


           Needless to say, you took a different route to work the next day, still feeling a bit sour about the rude cop you had run into. You pushed the speaker button on your car as you spotted Mr. Park’s name light up on your dashboard.

           "Good morning, Mr. Park.“ You greeted.

           "Hey Y/N! Are you on your way to work right now?”

           "Yes.“

           "Have you passed the cafe yet by any chance?”

           "Not yet. Are you running late again today, Mr. Park?“

           Jimin chuckled guiltily. "I might have snoozed my alarms a few times.”

           "I shall pick up your usuals.“ You stated knowingly.

           "You’re the best.”

           "But I don’t think your girlfriend will be very pleased.“

           "Eh, it’s her fault for not sleeping over. I don’t even know why she doesn’t just move in yet.” he grumbled.

           "Mr. Park, please leave your personal matters at home.“

           Jimin laughed. "Get something for yourself too, Y/N. I’ll pay you back later.”

           "Will do.“ You hummed as you signaled to turn into the cafe. "I’m turning into the shop now.”

           "Good. I’ll see you in a bit–ow!“

           You heard clattering on the other side of the line and your lips curled up, slightly amused. You could tell he was rushing around his apartment frantically so he wouldn’t get scolded by Mr. Jung and Silver for being tardy again.

           "See you soon, Mr. Park.”

           You hung up and expertly parked.

           Grabbing your purse, you headed inside the cafe where Mr. Park’s girlfriend worked. There was decent line there today and you checked your watch to see if you had time to wait. But then again, it was Mr. Park’s fault if you were. You technically started work by doing what he had asked you to do.

           Furrowing your brow, you peeked over a few customers’ shoulders to see what the hold-up was. The line never usually moved this slowly, but you couldn’t see who was in the front and taking their time. With a sigh, you settled on not getting irritated about it because there was nothing you could do. You whipped your phone out and began scrolling through your e-mails and messages until it was your turn.

           "Y/N!“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend beamed, welcoming you.

           "Good morning.” You bowed. “I’ll take the usual, if you could please.”

           "Whoa, someone has a usual?“ A familiar voice bellowed beside you and once you turned to see who it belonged to, your expression darkened.

           "Oh?” The cop that had given you a ticket was leaning against the counter, just as surprised as you when you locked eyes. “It’s you!”

           You didn’t bother greeting him and handed Mr. Park’s girlfriend your card to pay. “Can I please get a hot chocolate with that?”

           "Sure thing.“ she smiled as she punched it into the register. "Do you know each other?”

           "No.“ You replied a little too quickly.

           "Yes.” Officer Jeon answered. “Unappealing girl, right?”

           You took a deep exasperated breath and gave him a slight bow of respect, then turned your attention back to signing your receipt.

           "It’ll be out in a bit.“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend glanced at the two of you, clearly amused. "It’s a bit slow because he had to buy all of his unit’s coffee orders.”

           "I see.“ You replied. This was the second time Officer Jeon had been the root of your tardiness. You walked to the other side of the counter, away from where he was, to wait.

           But he had other plans.

           "Don’t tell me you’re still upset about the ticket.” he chuckled as he settled beside you.

           "I don’t like conversing with strangers.“ You stated, hoping he would stop acting like you two were friends.

           "Jungkook.”

           "Bless you.“

           "No.” he giggled. “That’s my name. Y/N, right?”

           "Slightly creepy how you remember that.“

           "I have good memory.” Jungkook shrugged.

           "And do you always talk to people you’ve arrested or given fines to?“ You inquired.

           "Hmm…” he hummed. “…you’d be the first actually.”

           "And why would that be?“

           "Well, we have a mutual friend.” he pointed at Mr. Park’s girlfriend.

           "Does having a mutual friend mean we have to automatically become friends?“ You turned to him, curiously.

           "Well, no.” he scratched the back of his head. “But I mean, it kind of makes you more comfortable to talk to?”

           "Huh.“ You nodded, intrigued, but said nothing further.

           "Are you getting coffee for your co-workers too?”

           "Yeah. Do you usually get coffee at this time on this day?“

           Jungkook shook his head. "It varies. We usually play rock-paper-scissors to determine who buys. I don’t ever lose. But I’m pretty sure they all cheated to take me down.”

           You raised an eyebrow at him.

           "What?“ he blinked.

           "You really think highly of yourself, huh?”

           He flustered, “No! I just…I don’t like losing.”

           You chuckled. “Makes sense.”

           "What’s that supposed to mean?“ he asked defensively.

           "Nothing.” You shrugged lightly.

           "Want another ticket for instigating an officer?“ he threatened.

           "I’ll take you to court for abuse of power.” You stared at him seriously, and he backed off.

           "I was just joking…“ he mumbled.

           You smiled slightly. "I have a question.”

           "Hm?“

           "Show me how you would appeal to me if our roles were reversed yesterday.”

           "That’s not a question.“

           "A demand then.”

           "I have a right to refuse.“

           "But I thought we were friends.” You smirked. “Friends are supposed to help each other, right?”

           Jungkook grumbled, blushing slightly. “There’s too many people here…”

           "Unappealing.“ You clicked your tongue right away and shook your head, disapprovingly.

           "I am not!” he retorted.

           "The appeal isn’t working for me.“ You looked him up and down blankly.

           "Are you kidding me?” he scoffed.

           "I’m quite serious.“ You shrugged.

           Jungkook opened his mouth, probably to spout out another argument, but he was interrupted.

           "Officer Jeon, your order’s up!”

           He glanced at you and you smirked triumphantly. You had won this time. With a groan, he grabbed his orders from the counter. You didn’t miss the way the other customers were clearly eye-ing him like glazed meat, but your observation was cut short when he towered in front of you.

           "I’ll show you next time we meet, Y/N. I’m very appealing.“

           You snorted. "Well, I’ll be the judge of that.”

           He pouted and exited the cafe, visibly ticked off.

           "Y/N, your order’s ready!“

           Smiling to yourself proudly, you left the cafe in high spirits. You paused before heading to your car, to check that everything you ordered was in fact there.

           "One…two, three, four. Perfect.”

           Suddenly, someone passing by bumped into your shoulder without so much as an apology. You glanced up in time to see their profile briefly but they soon became part of the larger crowd heading to the bus stop nearby. You had a bit of a déjà vu in that moment… or was it that you knew that person? You blinked, trying to make out the figure in the crowd curiously. But your phone beeped a few times, bringing you back to reality. Hurriedly, you rushed to your car to make it to work on time.


           As was your usual, you celebrated the weekend with a stroll outside, if the weather permitted it. So today, you found yourself walking down Masquerade Boulevard, a popular place that your friends and co-workers usually frequented. But seeing it with your own eyes, it didn’t look any different than other streets.

           You stopped in front of the section that had “Burlesque Lounge” atop and you peered through the window to see if there was anyone inside. But it was empty.

           "Not open until much later, huh?“ You hummed as you read the times that hung at the entrance.

           Then your eyes wandered over a few doors down, it’s "Open” sign lighting up obnoxiously, catching your attention. Stepping back a bit, you read the name: Club Masquerade.

           "Club?“

           The name sounded familiar. You heard it being tossed around a few times at work, but you had never tuned into the conversation. What was this place?

           Your curiosity led you to push open the door where a bell echoed loudly, signaling your entrance. And immediately, you were greeted.

           "Hello welcome to Club Masquerade, where we make your fantasies come true! How can I help you today?”

           Your eyes widened as you came face-to-face with Mr. Park’s girlfriend. She looked just as surprised for a split second then she pressed her index finger over her lips, telling you to keep quiet.

           "Welcome.“ she grinned as she approached you. "Here.”

           You blinked as she handed you a rather flimsy black mask.

           "We give all first timers a complimentary mask. But most people design their own as a sort of symbol of individuality. It’s required that everyone here wear one to protect their identity and to create a safe space to be one’s self.“

           "Huh.” You were a bit stunned that you had stumbled into such an interesting place, and coincidentally, one where Mr. Park’s girlfriend worked. Obediently, you pulled the mask over your face.

           "Take a look around.“ she urged and you stepped forward, taking in the fantastic design of the venue.

           The outside didn’t do any justice to what was inside. It was almost a replica of a Renaissance hall. A beautiful chandelier, donned with sparkling diamonds, hung at the center. Your eyes wandered to the dark red velvety curtains further back where people were appearing and disappearing. The people, you noticed, were wearing uniquely designed masks. They varied in design, color, size, and shape. Some were simply designed with a few jewels while others had obnoxious feathers protruding from the top.

           "Here’s a pamphlet.” Mr. Park’s girlfriend handed you a brochure.

           "Make our fantasies come true?“ You read the catchphrase questioningly.

           "Mhm.” she giggled then pointed towards a group of men that were crowding around a table. “Those are our hosts. They specialize in different forms of fantasies. Of course everything is anonymous so you don’t have to worry about being recognized, and everyone knows the safe word.”

           You hummed, watching the group of guys surrounding one male in particular. As if seeing who you were staring at, she giggled.

           "The one with the gold mask on is our best Aggressor host.“

           "Aggressor?” You tilted your head curiously.

           "Someone who’s a bit more aggressive and experimental, for the more adventurous customers.“ she winked. "He’s one of the best we have. High in demand.”

           "I’ll show you all. I’ll get her to finish before my time’s up, like Red Mask used to!“ Gold mask stood up and slammed his hand onto the table.

           "Pfft. No one’s been able to do that. You think you can, kid?” Another one pulled him into a headlock playfully.

           "I can! I was close last time. And he taught me himself. Who better than me to follow in his footsteps?“ The man huffed and pried himself out of the headlock easily.

           "Oh boy.” the Receptionist chuckled.

           "I’ll take him.“ You pointed. "The arrogant one.”

           "Really?“ she blinked.

           Your interest was piqued. Was he just bluffing or was he truly knowledgeable? And what exactly were these "fantasies” they were advertising?

           "You said he was one of the best right? And he seems to think he’s the best, so I’m curious.“

           The Receptionist smiled, amused. "Nochu! Come here.”

           All the guys turned their heads at the sound of her commanding voice. Hurriedly, the man in the gold mask strutted over to where you two were.

           "Yes?“

           "This customer requested for the arrogant one.” she chimed.

           The man’s eyes locked towards yours immediately. “The arrogant one? You don’t even know me.”

           "Well, what you were claiming over there was a bit arrogant, don’t you think?“ You retorted.

           He grumbled.

           "Or was she lying about you being one of the best?” You taunted.

           He huffed and gripped at your wrist, roughly pulling you towards him, his face inches from yours. You stared at him, not backing down, because you wanted to test his nerve.

           "I can guarantee you; you’ll get the best service from me.“ he growled.

           You smirked and nodded. "Then I think we have a deal here.”

           Nochu seemed to be searching your eyes for something before he stepped away from you. “Put her down for my first session tomorrow.”

           "Will do, Nochu.“ The Receptionist’s lips curled up and she showed you her planner, pointing at the time slot. "Sessions can run from 30 minutes to an hour, according to your preference. Which would you like to start with?”

           You glanced at Nochu, eye-ing him up and down. He puffed out his chest and tilted his head up confidently.

           "How long do you think you’ll need to please me?“

           He looked appalled at your question while the Receptionist snickered. He approached you again, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him. Leaning over, he whispered into your ear.

           "I can please you in 5 minutes… but it seems I have a lot to teach you, so how about you try me for an hour and see if you can handle it?”

           He let go of you, still maintaining his threatening aura, which had you a bit taken aback if you were going to be perfectly honest. In just a few seconds, the man you thought you could tease, the man that was spouting out nonsense at the table, had changed into someone who sounded so authoritative. Seeing your astonishment, he smirked and turned to the Receptionist.

           "She wants me for an hour. We’re going to have lots of fun.“ he chuckled.

           The Receptionist nodded. "Very well. An hour it is then.”

           Nochu winked at you and tapped your cheek, “Prepare yourself.”

           Then before you could think of a witty comeback, he disappeared behind the veil, leaving you wondering about what exactly you had signed up for.


           "What’re you giggling about?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow as his girlfriend waltzed into her own apartment.

           "Something unexpected happened at the Club today.” the Receptionist kissed him on the cheek as he was cooking dinner.

           "What was it?“

           "Mmm…let’s just say your prodigy has a new interesting customer.” she grinned as she began stripping in the middle of the living room.

           "Geez, please don’t turn me on while I’m cooking.“ Jimin shut his eyes and turned away. "I’ll end up eating something else.”

           She giggled and tauntingly hugged him from behind, wearing just her lingerie. “Does seeing me naked still turn you on, my Red Mask?”

           Jimin huffed. “Of course it does. It’d be a problem if it didn’t.”

           She laughed as she unlatched herself and moseyed to her room. “Very true.”

           "Was the new customer hott?“

           "She’s beautiful, but a bit hard-headed.” She called out. “But that’s why it’s going to be fun for Jungkook. He’s only gotten obedient customers so this makes things a bit more interesting.”

           "Ah, I’m so proud of him. My prodigy.“ Jimin smiled fondly. "He’ll overcome this challenge, for sure.”

           "You know he’s trying to break your record.“ The Receptionist came back and sat at the table.

           "Which record?” Jimin snorted. “I’ve had many in my time at Club Masquerade.”

           She rolled her eyes. “You two are peas in a pod. You and Jungkook.”

           "Even if he beats me, I’ll always be able to claim that I did those things first.“

           "Is that why you refused to hand over your red mask?” She snorted.

           "It’s mine!“ Jimin argued. "He could’ve gotten his own red one. That mask is like a part of me.”

           Receptionist rolled her eyes, “I gave him my gold one and he redesigned it.”

           "But that was our memory!“ Jimin whined.

           "Why are you always a brat?” she retorted. “It’s just a mask, and unless you want me going back to those fancy balls, I don’t need it anymore.”

           Jimin paused and walked over to kiss her. “You’re right. You should’ve thrown that mask out ages ago. You don’t ever and should never wear it ever again.”

           She smirked, “I thought so.”

           "How did you get him to take your gold one? He was super adamant about being the next 'Red Mask’.“

           She chuckled, "I told him that that gold mask seduced two hott guys in one fell swoop; one of them being you. That it was far more powerful than your red mask because I seduced you with it. I was passing him the power to surpass you, and he was immediately taken.”

           "What bullshit.“ he snorted.

           "It wasn’t completely bullshit.” She hummed. “You did fall for me when I was wearing that.”

           "I’ll give you that.“ Jimin turned off the stove. "But it was your skill that got me, not that mask.”

           "But now he has his own title.“ She got up to set up the table for them.

           "What is it?”

           "The Golden Host.“ She smiled.

           "Damn.” Jimin hissed. “That’s hella cool. Why didn’t I think of that?”

           "Cause you were so intent on having red because it’s seductive.“ She emphasized.

           "Well it was!” he argued.

           "Just let Jungkook be, babe.“ She laughed. "You created your legacy, so now let him create his.”

           Jimin sighed. “I know, I know. Ugh, this is probably how a parent feels when their kids achieve something they couldn’t.”

           "He hasn’t surpassed you yet. Stop being bitter.“

           "Oh, but he will.” Jimin sat down, placing a plate in front of both of them. “I had to learn everything on my own. I gave him everything on a silver platter. All my rules, all my tricks, everything. I saved him years of experimenting.”

           She grabbed his hand warmly. “But nothing beats the original. He may know what you know, but applying it is different.”

           Jimin smiled thankfully and squeezed her hand in return. “You’re right.”

           "Let’s eat?“

           The two of them began scarfing down their dinner hungrily.

           "Who was the new customer?” Jimin asked after a few bites.

           "Rule #2, sweetie.“ She smirked.

           Jimin sighed. "Stop using that rule on me.”

           "Rule #2: Even if you know the customer’s identity, you can’t ever reveal them. Maintain secrecy.“ She recited.

           "But I’m your boyfriend!” he whined.

           "I protect my customers.“ she grinned cheekily while Jimin huffed. "I’m the Receptionist after all. The keeper of all secrets.”


           In the meanwhile, you had gone out and bought yourself your own sturdier black mask. Usually you would just read a book or watch TV once you got home, but today, you were humming a song to yourself as you designed your mask. You didn’t want it to be over the top, but you also didn’t want it to be plain. After a few hours of contemplation and sketching, you finally decided to throw in a small amount of jewels around the eyes. But the main feature of your mask would be the wing design you were going to attach. You had always had a certain fascination with wings, angel wings to be specific. It was mysterious, unique, symbolic, and elegant, very much like how you wanted to portray yourself. And no one you had seen today at Club Masquerade had such a mask, meaning you would be recognizable and individual. You wanted the wings to become your trademark.  

           You grinned to yourself as you placed the finished product by your bedside, letting it dry. A new learning experience awaited you tomorrow, and you were absolutely thrilled. What exactly did this Club Masquerade and this Nochu have in store for you? You couldn’t wait to find out.


           "Oh shit. Come on.“ Jungkook groaned as he and his partner pulled up at the scene of the accident.

           "Man, our last leg of the shift and we get called in to handle the big accident.” His partner exhaled. “Well, let’s go. The sooner we tackle this, the faster we get to go home for the day.”

           Jungkook exhaled as he glanced at his watch. “Right. Let’s get this cleaned up and settled quickly. I have somewhere to be.”


           In the meanwhile, you had come a few minutes early, not sure whether there was such an etiquette at this type of club, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to be prompt.

           "Nochu’s not in yet, but let me take you to his usual 'starter’ room.“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend smiled at you apologetically. "He comes from a different job…most of the hosts do, so sometimes —very, very rarely– but it does happen at times…they’re late.”

           "It’s alright.“ You bowed, knowing it wasn’t her fault, and things sometimes did happen beyond anyone’s control.

           "Sorry about this. You’ll definitely get your full hour of service.” she explained before she closed the door, leaving you in an empty room by yourself.

           You stared at the pillow fort that lay in the center of the room curiously.

           "Interesting…“


           "What do you mean you’re going to be late?” The Receptionist hissed. “This isn’t one of your regulars. She’s new!”

           "I’m sorry!“ Jungkook groaned. "I’m dying over here too, but there was a big accident that involved three cars so it’s taking awhile. I really want to show her that I’m not bluffing about my skills, but this shit happened and ugh.”

           "Officer Jeon.“ His partner called him.

           "I have to go. Reschedule her or something please.” He pleaded.

           "She paid for this session, Nochu…but I’ll see what I can do.“

           "You rock, Noona.”

           The Receptionist sighed and hung up. She opened up her planner to scan the schedule for the day, “What can I even do?”

            Suddenly, the front door opened, causing the bell to ring, and her head whipped up eagerly. Immediately, she beamed, relief washing over her.

           "Oh thank goodness you’re here! I need you to do me a BIG favor.“


           You patiently sat inside the pillow fort, which had a sort of canopy lining around it that served as a barrier from the outside world. It made the sea of pillows a bit more secluded, as if you were in your own world, in your bedroom, and not in some public host club.

           Suddenly, the doorknob turned and you perked up. Through the fabric, you saw the silhouette of a man coming in. Tall and lean. Your heart raced as he approached, knowing he was watching your outline just as much as you were observing his. He reached out and pulled the canopy apart slightly, entering as you two kept your eyes on each other. Your eyes traveled down his form knowingly.

           "You’re not the man I had requested.” You commented.

           The man chuckled and bowed, “Well, I can assure you my service will still be of high quality.”

           You hummed as you made room for him by pulling your legs back closer to you. Seeming to understand your closed off body language, he took a seat in front of you and waited for you to say something. You curiously stared at him for a few seconds before saying.

           "Enlighten me then. What exactly is the purpose and the intrigue of such a business as this?“

           The man grinned, "Well why don’t I show you first and then you can tell me if you’ve found an answer?”

           "Is it not something that can be answered with words?“ You questioned.

           "I don’t think words can ever replace experiences.” he replied.

           You smiled. “No, I suppose not.”

           "Then do I have your permission to please you?“ he shifted.

           You nodded, feeling the air thicken immediately at his words.

           "I have to ask.” he whispered as he reached out to touch your face. “This isn’t your first time doing this sort of intimate thing, right?”

           You shook your head. “It isn’t.”

           "Good.“ he traced your cheek, traveling down to your neck, and you felt yourself shiver immediately. "Mind telling me what you’re looking for here?”

           You glanced at his masked face. “Hopefully answers to many questions.”

           You caught his eyes twinkling expressively as he grinned. “Well then let’s hope my body answers some of them for you today.”

           Nodding, you scooted back into the fort of pillows, getting comfortable.

           "Relax.“ he whispered as his fingers continued to roam the outline of your body. "You’re tense.”

           "Sorry, being with a stranger is a bit…“ You tried to think of the word. ”…worrisome?“

           "How so?” he questioned as his hands found your hips, and you felt your body tingling at his mere touch there. Were your hips always so sensitive?

           "Well, I mean you probably see naked women a lot…so it’s a bit embarrassing? I don’t necessarily have the ideal body type.“

           He shook his head. "I think every person’s body is its own unique sculpture.”

           Then one of his hands cupped your face. “Is that the only thing you’re worrying about?”

           "Pretty much.“ You shrugged.

           "I can assure you that I find your body very attractive.”

           You grinned, enjoying the compliment that had spilled from his mouth. “Thanks.”

           He chuckled. “Are you carefree or just open-minded?”

           "Can I attest to being both?“ You smiled.

           His lips curled up. "I’ll go slowly.”

           You nodded as he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto the expanse of your neck. Gently at first, as if worried that you would shove him away and escape, then open-mouthed the next few times. His mouth traveled across your throat, up behind your ear, and your body responded to him by simply melting.

           Slowly, he urged you to lay down; your back hitting the softness of the pillows. You felt like you were enveloped by a cloud; all while feeling hints of paradise as he flicked his tongue out against your neck.You inhaled quickly as your heart lurched forward at the new sensation. He adjusted himself so that his body pressed against yours as he continued to suck on your skin.        Your first time had been hurried and clumsy, not at all like what was depicted in movies–the soft music playing in the background and the slow motion, picturesque love making. But whatever was happening now, with this masked man, you felt like it was close to what you envisioned this act to be– unhurried and breathtaking.

           His hands made sure to touch every part of your body, as if he was cherishing it, as if to let you know that every inch of you was loved. But that was crazy, how could someone you had just met make you feel this way?

           "Don’t think. Just let your body act.“ he breathed onto your skin as he pulled your shirt a little lower from your collar so he could kiss your chest. "You’ll find your answers faster.”

           "Will I?“ you mumbled, a bit more strained than you anticipated your voice to be.

           "Mhm.” he hummed, his lips still attached to your chest; the reverberations shooting through your entire being.

           Then his hand slipped underneath your shirt. Warmth spread throughout your stomach and his hand smoothed across it carefully. You felt your lower half heat up. He was so close to where you were starting to need friction.

           He shifted so that his face was in front of yours. You stared at him as you bit your lip to prevent yourself from panting or crying out, from acting on the way your body was shamefully reacting.

           "Can I kiss you?“ he questioned.

           You nodded, licking your lips a bit since your whole mouth had gone dry ever since he had initially approached you.

           He smiled warmly and captured your lips with his. They were soft and plush, and all you could focus on at that moment was the movement of your mouths against each other. Your mental strings slowly snapped one by one with each second that passed by. He kissed you senselessly until your body moved on its own, grinding up to meet his, surprising even yourself. He grinned as he bit down on your bottom lip.

           "That’s it. Something like this feels better when you just feel.” he hummed as his hand traveled upwards, lifting your shirt up as he cupped your bra.

           You kissed him more aggressively when he squeezed your breast in his large hand. Seeing that you were less tense and more responsive after a few more massages, he slid his hand underneath and you gasped instantaneously. He watched you, his eyes lidded as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. You moaned as you looked back at him pleadingly. You weren’t even sure what you were feeling. Did you want more? Was it awkward? Was it painful? Was it good?

           He brushed his thumb across the sensitive bud again and you sighed, closing your eyes. He was right. It was no use trying to analyze the emotion you were feeling because your body was reacting before your mind registered anything. You cleared your mind as you lunged forward, attacking his mouth with your lips. The way he kissed you served as the best distraction, the best way to calm down your thoughts. He seemed to understand because he welcomed your lips hungrily. And soon enough, his hand traveled lower, to your jeans. He squeezed your thighs and you spread your legs eagerly.

           He broke the kiss and stared at your face, wanting to see your reaction as his finger traced up your thigh and hovered over your core. You gulped as you observed his hand from afar, excitedly and anxiously all at once. Your chest heavily rose and fell as you panted.

           Then, one finger caressed up the center of your jeans and you felt your underwear dampen. Another stroke of his finger, then another as his pace quickened, rubbing you through your jeans. You groaned and threw your head back. The fact that he was watching you intently added to the thrill for some reason. He bit his lip as you moaned when he pressed his finger harder against you.

           His hand left and before you could wonder what happened, it found their way to unbutton your jeans. With a quick look at your expression, he pulled your pants down. You swallowed harshly as you watched him settle between your legs, his breath fanning across your clothed core.

           A thousand worries flitted across your mind in that moment, but they soon dispersed when he edged forward and pressed his lips into your center. You inhaled sharply and arched your back responsively. He kissed you again then flicked his tongue out, making your already damp underwear wetter. You clutched at the pillows that were within your reach, trying not to make any of the noises that were threatening to come out of you.

           "Be as loud as you want, baby. These walls are soundproof. And I sure don’t mind.“ he smiled before dipping his face into you again.

           You groaned and began heaving as he circled the tip of his tongue around. The fabric between you and your dripping core was completely soaked, but it made the sensation feel insanely more pleasurable.

           "Oh my goodness.” You exhaled as his hands glided up your thighs.

           You didn’t think you could be wrecked by a few simple moves. It was almost shameful that a stranger had unraveled you so easily. Was he just that knowledgeable? Was there a universal tactic that made all women go crazy? Or had you been in need of intimacy more than you thought?

           But you never did get to find out more in that point in time, because the buzzer you had come in with, started flashing and vibrating. The masked man unlatched himself from you and kindly handed you your jeans.

           "Sorry our time was so short.“ he apologized.

           You smiled and shook your head, your brain was a little fuzzy with all the sensations you had just experienced.  

           "It’s not your fault. Thank you for filling in.” You sat up.

           He grinned as he offered you his hand to help you stand. “Did I serve to answer some of your questions at least?”

           You chuckled, remembering the arrogant air in which you had greeted him. “I can certainly see the intrigue of this business much clearer now.”

           He bowed playfully. “Well, I shall escort you out when you’re ready.”

           "Oh. Sorry.“ You blushed and hurried to get into your pants, struggling because they were a bit tight. He steadied you by your shoulders so you could shimmy inside them with a shy smile. "Skinny jeans. Heh.”

           "Yeah, I try to avoid them. It’s hard to get around my thighs.“ he bantered.

           You giggled.

           "Shall we?” he gestured to the door and you nodded, letting him walk you out.

           "How did it go?“ the Receptionist greeted you brightly. "Sorry about the switch in host.”

           You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry.”

           Before the Receptionist could ask you anything else, the host interjected.

           "Well, I have to take my leave.“ The man bowed. "I’ll let you two speak freely.”

           "Wait!“ You called as he reached for the doorknob to exit.

           He turned to you questioningly.

           "What should I call you if I want to see you again?”

           He stared at you, a bit surprised that you verbalized the desire of having a second session with him so openly, considering he had just been a substitute to your original choice. But his face softened when he saw your sincerity, and he turned to face you fully.

           "Mon.“ he grinned, his eyes turning into small, crescents of appreciation. "Call me Mon.”

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PART 2 

You Don’t Know Me | 2

Request: I can’t really think about an actual story plot but maybe yoongi getting you pregnant and he chickens out… Aw This is such a bad description but since you’re an amazing writer ypu can pull it off better ☺💖 thank you!

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.922

Warnings: swearing, numbers (lolol)

A/N: gosh I suck at math so I hope the numbers are right… also please leave feedback if you want more!


A month.

4 weeks.

31 days.

744 hours.

44.640 minutes.

2.678.400 seconds.

155 breakdowns.

49 panic attacks. 

12 sleepless nights. 

That’s how you counted the time since you had last heard from Yoongi. All that time passed without him answering your calls or messages, leaving you on read and declining every single one of your calls. 

He wants me to feel ignored, otherwise he’d just let the phone ring - or not click on my messages.

He wants me to know he’s there but not ready yet.

That’s his game.

You didn’t want to give up on him. He was everything you had, everything you had counted on. He was your best friend, your partner in crime, your lover and your other half. You had hoped for a future with Yoongi. Always supporting him and his moody behavior. Being there for him no matter what because you knew how stressed he was and how burdened he felt. So you didn’t stop leaving messages, as random as they were. You knew he was just being stubborn, you knew he would never leave you just like that.

He loves me.

He does.

He’s just having a hard time.

You started coming by their dorms every second day, hoping to get Yoongi out of his box. Being friends with the boys as well, they didn’t really mind. It was weird for you in the beginning because you two had been dating for so long, yet you had never really been at the dorms that often. Dating Yoongi meant spending more time with him at the studio than at the dorms. It was a nice change to be able to spend time with the others as well but you always knew in the back of your mind that the actual reason behind that situation was everything else but nice. And Yoongi knew how to remind you every time you visited - not once had you seen his face or heard his voice. He disappeared as soon as he knew you were coming over and wouldn’t come back until you had already left. You weren’t even the one telling him that you were coming over, hoping that one day he’d be there to talk things out face to face but he always found his ways to be gone before you could even notice. You still saw his things lying around, things he usually had lying around at your dorm. Familiar pieces of his, spread around the dorm, reminding you how his things were here but he would never be.

He’s just not ready. He needs time.

The boys knew what had happened between you two and you felt their pitiful glances they threw your way when they thought you weren’t paying attention. But you saw. They were always there. During dinner. While playing video games. Helping with the chores. Watching a movie. Going over their choreographies. You saw and it broke you more each time. Even they knew how pathetic you were behaving. 

And that’s what it was - pathetic. You knew it, Yoongi knew it, the boys knew it, everybody knew it. Still, you couldn’t give up because in the end of the day, it wasn’t only about you and Yoongi but about the baby. Your baby needed a dad, not only a father. And you were just as stubborn as Yoongi, so you wouldn’t give up so easily. Your child was not going to be raised by a single mom, a college student who could barely take care of herself. It was going to live better than that.

He’ll give in. I know he will. 

At that moment, a soft pillow hit you in the face and screams erupted through the living room. Before you could realize what was going on, Taehyung had ducked behind you, making Jungkook run around your tiny figure in circles, making Taehyung shove you around like a shield to protect himself, earning screams of confusion from you.  

“You coward, move away from (Y/N)!”, Jungkook screamed and laughed before jumping forward, taking you to the ground with him as he landed on Tae, pinning his figure to the ground in a merciless grip.

“Jungkook, let go, you’re gonna break my arm!”, Taehyung laughed while screaming out in pain, making Jin came rushing into the living room to your side. Stretching out his hands for you, you thankfully grabbed them and he helped you up before parting the two boys in one swift move.

“Are you two crazy?! We have a pregnant woman here, you could have hurt her and the baby! Stop running around like that or you’ll be cooking your own meals until this baby decides to break free”, Jin scolded while sitting you down on the couch, handing you a pillow and a blanket. You raised your eyebrows at him in confusion and laughed at his choice of words.

“For support. The baby needs it”, he simply answered and positioned it himself when you didn’t make a single move. 

“You can’t do that Jin Hyung! She’s not even fat yet!”, Jungkook exclaimed and earned a smack on the back of his head from his hyung. The maknae winced and rubbed his head in pain, whilst Taehyung laughed at the comical scene in front of him, earning a death glare from Jin.

“Shh, you don’t say that to a girl Jungkook. Don’t you have any manners?”, Jin looked angry but you just laughed and sat up.

“He’s right though, I’m not even fat yet. I’m just two months pregnant, Jin. Stop worrying so much”, you smiled at the older boy but he just shook his head and sat down next to you as the two others left the room to play video games in their bedroom.

“The first three months are the most critical ones (Y/N)! You should know that. Anything could happen”, he looked at you seriously concerned, so you grabbed his hand, rubbing your thumbs over his soft skin. You noticed him shiver and quickly look away but chose to ignore it.

“I know Jinnie. Thank you for taking such good care of me. I don’t know where I’d be without you”, you grinned foolishly but meant it. He had been there for you the second Yoongi decided to break it off and ignore you. In the heat of the moment you had called Jin right after you had calmed down from the first shock and since then he hadn’t left your side. He always made sure that you were doing okay, that you were eating and getting enough sleep, even bringing over food to your dorm himself if you couldn’t come over. He also made you tell him your check up appointments so he’d know if anything was wrong. He cared and you were truly thankful.

“You’d definitely be lost, I can tell you that”, he mumbled but smiled and pulled you into a hug. You were taken aback for a second as you inhaled his scent. He smelled manlier than expected and for a second, goosebumps arose on your skin before you heard a door being slammed shut and someone shuffling lazily into the room. You turned around, breaking free from the embrace and saw him. He was standing still in between doors, eyes glued to Jin’s hands on your waist.

“Yoongi”, you exhaled, eyes wide and watery as your heart started beating faster by every second that passed while he just stared. He looked exhausted, more than usual. Deep bags under his eyes, colored in deep purple and blue, signaling that he mustn’t have gotten lots of sleep in the past couple of weeks. His skin looked paler than ever and dehydrated, having lost all natural glow. His figure was skinnier than ever and you were scared that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up for much longer. At least he seemed to have taking care of his hair and clothes as his outfit and hair were styled enough to walk out of the house.

“I-I’m going to see what the others are doing”, Jin quickly got up, shooting you one last glance before walking out in the opposite direction of Yoongi. The boy’s eyes followed his hyung until he had left the room, basically shooting daggers into his direction before turning his gaze to you.

“Yoongi we-”, you started but he interrupted you harshly.

“Why was he touching you like that?”, his voice was icy like the last words that he had directed at you when he left you a month ago.

You were confused. “What?”

“Why was he touching you like that (Y/N)?”, his stare had something unreadable in it. Hands balled into fists on the sides of his body, his eyes didn’t leave your face.

“Touch like what Yoongi?”, Jin had only hugged you. You didn’t know what was going on. 

“His hands were on your fucking waist (Y/N)! Don’t act like I’m fucking blind”, he scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Oh.

He was jealous. Min Yoongi was jealous even though he had broken up with you. Even though he had ignored all your calls and texts, avoided you for a whole month and left you with an unborn baby. 

That’s when it clicked.

Calling your state furious would be an understatement.

“So what if his hands were on my waist? He takes very good care of me and the baby, so he’s allowed to touch me”, you spat in an attempt to let Yoongi feel what you had been feeling that whole time. Even though he looked bad, he couldn’t have been through half the stuff you had been through the last weeks.

In the end of the day, he was the one who broke it off right?

Yoongi huffed and went through his hair with one hand. “So what, Jin’s the baby daddy now? As soon as I’m not available, you run to the next best dude?”, he was practically screaming at this point and you heard a door being shut silently. The boys were trying not to listen.

Damnit.

“As soon as you’re not available? Are you fucking insane? You broke up with me because I told you that I am pregnant. I tried to get you back because I knew you are stubborn and just needed time but you treated me like shit, Yoongi. Like literal shit. I come by every other day to get you to talk to me but no, mister fuckhead even knows a way to avoid me at his own home”, you had stood up and your face was red from anger at that point. Tears were streaming down your face uncontrollably. Your chest was burning from the heartache and all the pain he was making you go through again. Flashbacks from the painful words he had thrown at you, came rushing back, a new panic attack arising within you. 

Please not now.

“I-I didn’t mean to”, he whispered and lowered his head. 

“What?”, you weren’t sure if you had heard him correctly. Trying to calm down your breathing, you closed your eyes and balled your hands into small fists.

“I said, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that”, he lifted his gaze and spoke up, voice breaking as he looked at your state.

“Well surprise, you did it anyway”, you held back a sob, putting a hand over your mouth as soon as those words were out. You didn’t want to cry anymore. You had cried enough in the last couple of weeks. 

It just didn’t seem to end.

anonymous asked:

Ok, but what if Keith is actually really affected all the Galra Keith (or just Galra/Alien) jokes? Like, they make him a uncomfortable, but he doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to be annoying/over-sensitive or doesn't wanna start more jokes? (I'm basically just looking for angst now tbh).

You all want angst don’t you? I forgot how much you all want angst lol. (Guilty)

So I serve to deliver ;)

Part One . Part Two

-It’s not that Keith doesn’t appreciate the fact that instead of taking the angry route like Allura first did that the other paladins had chosen instead to make jokes…but maybe not so often…and soon.

-He feels guilty that every time someone says something he feels a little sinking in his heart. Because they look so happy and amused and inclusive. It’s not like Keith doesn’t have thick skin, he’s not sure why he’s taking it so hard

-Lance naturally is the worst, not that it’s a surprise, but Lance has his way of influencing others and it’s not too long before he hears a few well placed friendly jabs in his direction from the others. 

-He always rolls his eyes and huffs, pretending to be annoyed or above it all when in reality he stings a little from each comment. 

-He knows that if he says something all he would be doing was making them all feel guilty. And the last thing he wants is to see Hunk look on the verge of tears as he apologizes or Lance beating himself up when he think Keith won’t see it

-He’s just…it’s sensitive. Especially from years of not feeling like he fits in and now that he’s found people he does feel like he belongs, he still the butt of jokes

-But his breaking point is when Shiro makes a complete offhand tease, one that was clearly meant to be light and friendly and Keith freezes

-He’s embarrassed when he feels tears starting to fill up in his eyes and damn it everyone is looking at him.

-Lance is the one to bring it up, but when Keith shrugs it off Shiro knows for certain something is wrong and he caused it.

-Keith be honest what’s wrong, is it something I said? 

-And Keith just continues to shake his head. He’s fine, it’s not a big deal, he doesn’t mind. 

-Amazingly, it Pidge that figures it out, and they call him on it with a disappointed face that he’s not being honest with them. 

-It ends up exactly like Keith was trying to avoid, he can see the regret and guilt adding up in their faces and he keeps repeating that it’s fine and please stop worrying. Just maybe less teasing?

-Hunk’s disapproving face is legendary. 

-if it bothers you Keith, you shouldn’t worry about how we feel. If we’re making you feel bad then we feel terrible. Even worse if you don’t tell us. 

-Surprisingly, Lance is the one that gets it the most. He knows that Keith just wants things to remain like normal, so he starts to jab at his piloting skills right there

-Immediately Hunk and Shiro start to jump down his throat seriously Keith just said he’s had enough- 

-But Keith cuts them off with a widening grin, sliding into the banter as if nothing happened and that’s when it clicks. 

-Keith’s okay with the rivalry and pushing back, but leave the jokes about being a galra or an alien behind.

-And oh boy, the first alien that tries it after that moment, had not only the red paladin glaring but the rest of the paladins ready to jump should Keith even hint he didn’t like it

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<3 Angssst complete.

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 63 - Gotcha

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Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

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Chapter 63 - Gotcha

[No synopsis for this chapter. The theme is in the name… but WARNINGS for dirty talk/negan’s bad mouth…etc…]


Negan looked shell-shocked at the words that spilled from Blake’s mouth, his bearded jaw clenched together tensely and his already brown eyes becoming black.

“What?” Negan managed to breathe out in a low, deadly, growl of a voice.

This couldn’t be fucking happening.

Every fucking moment they had spent together….her coming her to the Sanctuary….their time spent taunting each other…flirting…having fun…sharing showers…having dinner….

….even last just a few hours ago when they had been back on that bed together….

…all of that couldn’t be gone. It just fucking couldn’t.

This kind of thing didn’t happen in real life. This was he kind of shit- trope you usually came across on crappy daytime tv. But this wasn’t something that happened here….

The dark-haired Saviour stared down at Blake now, his orbs locking onto those familiar green eyes of hers.

Those eyes he knew so well.

This couldn’t be happening. It really fucking couldn’t.

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18 to Life: Michael Jones

Word Count: 256
Reader and Michael have been neighbors all their lives and get engaged at eighteen.

“My dad said we’re practically siblings.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, “The sibling thing kind of went out the window when we did it behind the garage.”

Michael sighed softly and sat up, turning to face the fence behind him just as you pulled apart the two loose boards so that you could see each other. “But, we are best friends. I know all your secrets: how you’re afraid of moths, and you lost your virginity to that guy at camp, and you light candles when you’re sad,” he said, giving you a small smile.

“Well,” you started, looking down for a moment, “There are plenty of secrets left to uncover, trust me.”

Michael raised both of his eyebrows, “Really? Because I think I’m down to my last one.”

“You have a secret?”

“No… Maybe,” Michael said, grinning a little. He took a deep breath and looked right into your eyes. “Are you sure you want to marry the guy who made you eat mud?” he asked seriously.

You hummed and shook your head. “Actually, no. But, the guy who bought me gummy bears after camp guy dumped me and then changed everything with one single unreal kiss? I might consider,” you said, giving Michael a bright grin, which he couldn’t help but return.

You both lean in and gently pressed your lips together through the hole in the fence.

“We’ll be okay, Y/N,” Michael said.

You smiled and scrunched up your nose, “The worst is over. At least our friends will be happy for us.”

enbyrapunzel  asked:

ooooh. I wish you would write a fic where Simon and Bram meet each other's parents and it's awkward but cute

This is from that line in the book that goes, “…and my parents are shaking hands with Bram.” Maybe one day I’ll write the companion where Simon meets Bram’s mom. 


Bram wasn’t a fan of big crowds, but after the performance by Emoji, he was feeling electrified. He didn’t know if it was Simon’s reaction to Leah and his sister, or the feeling the music gave him, but for the fact that he was surrounded by people, he was feeling okay about everything.

It could have also been that he got to hold Simon’s hand for the last two hours.

Or maybe it was because he was about to get two more hours with Simon.

Unsupervised.

In the bustle of the crowd, no one noticed when Simon pressed a quick kiss to the back of Bram’s hand before running off to his sister. He stayed with Garrett,  Nick, and Abby.

“That’s Alice, right?” Abby asked.

Bram nodded to her, and watched as she turned to Nick with a grin. “She is pretty.”

Nick’s eyes went wide. He turned to Bram. “Sorry, dude, but I’m going to have to murder your boyfriend.”

While Bram’s heart tripped over itself about Nick saying the word boyfriend, Leah walked up and asked, “Why are you murdering Simon?”

“Nothing,” Nick said quickly. He looked at his shoes.

Abby said, “Alice Spier is here.” Leah let out one sharp laugh. After a moment, Abby added, “Awesome job up there, Leah.”

“Seriously,” Garrett added. “Wicked solo.” Bram and Nick both nodded along.

Leah’s cheeks went red again. “Can we go back to making fun of Nick or murdering Simon?” Still, she was smiling at all of them.

There was a soft tap on Bram’s shoulder, and Bram turned. Simon stood behind him with a sheepish smile.

“Hey,” he said quickly. “Um-” Simon turned behind him, and Bram followed his glance. He recognized Simon’s hair and his jawline almost immediately. His heart thudded heavily. Before Bram could say anything, Simon said, “Please don’t be weird, guys.”

“Simon, are you going to introduce us or are you just going to make sure we’re not weird?” the woman - Simon’s mom, he put together - asked.

Simon made a face. “This is Bram.” He turned to Bram, expression softening. “Uh, this is my mom and dad, who swear they aren’t going to say anything embarrassing.” Bram chuckled at him, before turning to Simon’s parents.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, praying that his voice wouldn’t show how nervous he was. All he could think about was being alone with Simon. At their house. He shook hands with Simon’s dad first, and then his mom, while Simon fidgeted with the strings on his sweatshirt.

“Okay, you met him,” Simon said, grabbing Bram’s elbow. “Come on, Bram, we should go say hi to Leah.”

Bram let Simon pull him as he called, “It was nice to meet you!” to both of them.

“Sorry,” Simon said as they walked away. “I totally didn’t mean to spring that on you.” Simon’s parents didn’t look offended, thankfully; they were already talking excitedly to Abby.

“It’s okay,” Bram said, “I already told my mom no baby pictures when she meets you.”

Simon laughed. “Yeah, there’s no hiding them at my house.”

Bram brought his fingers to where Simon’s hand was still on his elbow. He smiled at Simon, and Simon looked surprised, like he didn’t realize he was still touching Bram.

“I do want to talk to Leah, though,” Simon added. They both looked to where Leah was watching Garrett talk with wide eyes.

“I should probably stop him before he ruins his chances,” Bram said. He looked at Simon again. He knew they were both thinking about what would happen after. It felt like a spark could ignite the air between them. With a smile, Bram stepped away from Simon and pulled Garrett away from Leah.

Jealous Frat Boys

Requested.

Niall saw you across from across campus. He gives you a cocky grin and a wave. A slight blush spreads over your cheeks and you shake your head. He was such a tool—a fucking frat boy tool. But even though he was that way, you and Niall got on well.

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Weasley weddings // George x Reader

Hey! Don’t worry, tomorrow I will do requests again and I’m so sorry for the wait, but I had this idea I really liked and yeah, I just happened to write a bit haha x You’re with George at Bill and Fleur’s wedding and everything goes well until the message of Voldemort taking over the Ministry reaches you and you have to escape. I suppose there’s going to be a second part to this one soon! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! x



“Why are they taking so long?” – “Sh, Georgie, be quiet, they will be here in a second” George groaned as you told him to shush, but his discontent vanished as you put a finger onto his lips, looking into his eyes. Then, you grabbed his hand that rested softly on your thigh and intertwined your fingers with his. Fred, who was sitting next to him, whispered something into his ear which made both of them grin, but (luckily), their doings were interrupted by Fleur’s father, who lead Bill through the little aisle up until the front. He was looking relaxed and rather proud, even as Fred and George let out little cheers. “George, I’m telling you, don’t do this stuff with Fleur” you urged him before squeezing his hand. “She will kill you for sure” George grinned at the imagination of that for a second, but then he nodded in insight. “Wouldn’t want to risk that, to be honest. But where is she?” His voice rose as he spoke and you felt the need to put your finger on his lips again. He even seemed to like that since he was rather ogling you know. “Pull yourself together, Weasley” you mumbled and it surprised you that he actually straightened up when soft music started playing and Fleur was walking in behind her little sister and Ginny, looking beautiful as ever.

Both Fred and George grinned at their brother as he gave his wife-to-be a loving look. After all, they were nothing but caring for their family. You could feel George tightening his grip around your hand during the ceremony as you both watched the couple. It was beautiful and touching to you, whereas Fred and George silently groaned when they heard their mom sobbing after a minute in. Everything seemed to be in harmony nevertheless – and when the ceremony was over, you proudly watched Fred and George displaying their astonishing skills when it came to entertaining charms. The guests gasped and smiled at the fireworks and golden traces of light they set off so effortlessly into the air and around the aisle, making Fleur and Bill shine even more. You were the first one to clap when they had finished and found yourself next to George a moment later, whereupon he placed a nippy kiss on your cheek. “That was beautiful, you two” you grinned. George put his arm around you and slightly pulled you to him so you would face Fred as well. “Thank you very much, (Y/N)” Fred replied in a playfully pretentious voice before precisely examining the cake some waiters brought into the tent now. “If you don’t mind, I would really like to get some piece of that cake before Aunt Muriel is taking over the buffet” he grinned before all three of you chuckled. “Best make a move, brother, mum’s coming” George said, pointing at Mrs Weasley, who was still reddish around the eyes and seemingly greeted everyone enthusiastically. Fred gave both of you a terrified look and made his way to the buffet. You knew that the twins loved their mom, but they really did like to pull jokes about her sometimes overprotective, caring personality. “Georgie, (Y/N)” she smiled, her nose reddish from the handkerchief that had scraped it so often this evening. Mrs Weasley pulled both of you into a warm hug. She now devoted herself to you. “I’m so happy you’re here, darling. Oh, what a pretty one you chose to be with, George” – You smiled thankfully; there was something so innocent about her being happy about her family. “Thank you very much, Molly! I’m glad I was invited!” you replied, putting your hand on her shoulder to calm her down a bit. George was blushing slightly by now, but he had always been happy about his mom generally liking you a lot. “No worries, dear, no worries. You know, I’ve been thinking about you two getting married as well, oh, how wonderful it would be, Fred as the best man and we could build up a tent as well and-“ – “Mom!” George interrupted her. “Isn’t that Fleur’s grandmother over there? Better say hi to her!” The feigned, worried look on his face made you chuckle silently. “Oh, Merlin’s beard, I’m so sorry, children, but I’d better say hello to her before she feels offended” Molly said hastily and she quickly made her way through the crowd before giving them an apologizing glimpse. “Don’t say anything, George; your mom is treasure” you grinned as he opened his mouth. Your eyes met - he kept silent. “You’re right, you’re right, but she’s just a bit… too much, sometimes” he admitted quietly, blushing a bit. What she had said about marrying George had flattered you, for you could seriously imagine being with him for a long time. “I understand, darling, don’t worry. But her intentions are good and she really loves you two” you replied after a moment of silence. George smiled. “Yes, she does, but she loves you as well. Fred told me she quite likes gushing over our relationship. And then she comes up with things like that she would’ve never thought I’d find someone like you at this age and stuff… Rubbish, I even would have found you much sooner if I hadn’t been so busy all of the time” he protested, smirking. It made you feel warm inside to know that he put so much priority into the relationship you had. The lights were slowly dimming down and a band started to play. “You think so? I feel honored” you told George, chuckling as he took your hands into his. “100%” he grinned before leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

George had been separated from you since he had induced an improvised, what he called “salvage operation” to keep you away from some of his relatives. He and Fred had been piled up together and were now forced to hear endless stories about, mostly, utter nonsense. You had talked to Luna for a good amount of time before ending up at Hermione’s and Ginny’s table, where you felt quite good having a conversation with them. But soon, you had trouble spotting George through the crowd since he was practically surrounded by relatives that wanted to talk to him. It took some time until he finally managed to end a conversation and make his way toward the other side of the room again, where you and Ginny were now dancing together a bit. Ginny gave her brother a sharp look, demanding him to come here. He knew what she wanted him to do, after all. “I think George wants to dance with you” she smirked promptly. George’s ear turned red, and if there hadn’t been a bandage around his other one, you were sure it would have taken up a dark shade of red as well.

You grabbed his arms, smiling, and lightly pushed them back and forth to the rhythm. “How’re your relatives?” you asked, ogling him. “Mental. I wasn’t even joking with them most of the time. I told them that I was George and not Fred about a hundred times but they just looked at me for a second and then they kept blabbering. I prefer staying with you, to be honest” he responded. The look on his face made you chuckle at him brightly. “Is this one of the twins I see there? Haven’t seen you in ages, my boy, you know, last time I saw you, you were just half as tall-“ a middle-aged, high-spirited witch said and tactlessly bumped into several guests to make her way to George, who was now rolling his eyes. “Any chance you want to go outside?” he asked before you gave him a desperate nod.

George had pulled you out of the tent, his hand holding yours tightly and sighed as you found a silent place to rest. It was a comfortably warm summer’s night and the sky was clear, revealing hundreds of stars in the sky. “I’ve actually planned to do this much later, but it seems like improvising is my specialty today” he mumbled. “You’ve planned to do this?” you asked, not knowing what exactly he meant. His glimpse caught yours. “You know, going out for a while, have a good chat… snog for a bit… then go back in, stuff like that. It’s a wedding after all, isn’t it?” he said, raising his eyebrows. “And snogging outside the tent is the purpose of it?” you grinned cheekily before fumbling on his tie. “Very much, yes” George smirked back. A wave of warmth overcame you when your lips met a moment later and he was kissing you with quite a lot of heat. Your hand ran over his cheek, touching his bandage slightly, before sliding over his chest again and again. “You look beautiful, by the way, (Y/N)” he mumbled as he held you tightly in his grip. “Thank you, George. This tux doesn’t look bad on you either” – He grinned and pulled you close again, but as he was about to kiss you, you could hear people gasping inside. The shadows on the tent showed people slowly gathering up in the middle as if they were looking at something. “George-“ you said, but he had already taken your hand and was rushing into the tent with you by his side. There was a bright light in the middle of the room, a Patronus, as it seemed, and people were drawing nearer to it, wondering what it was. “The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”  a pervading voice said. And as the sentence was finished, you could hear the first gasps and screams, people started rushing and hurrying around, cracks caused by disapparating witches and wizards were audible now. George and you stood right in front of the entrance and you were parted as soon as people started running around. Black figures were appearing out of nowhere, casting spells and trying to vandalize. You drew out your wand and pointed it at a figure you knew was a Death Eater and stunned him with a jolt. Hermione was rushing to the centre and the a moment later, she had vanished with Ron and Harry next to her. It doomed to you why they were here. “Fred, George!” you heard someone shout. “Take Ginny and get her out of here, go somewhere safe!” Where were they? You had lingered on too long; a stun was hitting you into your chest, causing you to fall down. Legs were all you could see now. Desperately, you tried to get up, but the hurry made it almost impossible to rise up from the floor. “George!” you shouted out. He would be with Ginny and Fred, probably, you didn’t want him to leave just like that. Everything went so fast; you could feel another stun hitting you. “George?” you shouted out once again. Someone seized your arm and pulled you up; it was Ginny who had found you. A second later, someone put his arms around you and rushed you out of the tent as quickly as possible.

Fred, George, Ginny and you had ran as far as you could together; you had to create a distance somehow. When you were over the hill, behind the Burrow and the tent, you stopped and panted. “What about your family?” you asked breathlessly. “They will take care of them. We’ve discussed this already at home. They were prepared, somehow” Fred mumbled, but he looked quite anxious for a second. “Why didn’t you just disapparate? That would have been much safer. They could be following us at this very moment” George said to you. “What? I want to stick with you, that’s why” you replied in a determined voice. He sighed at your words. There was silence hanging between all of you now. But just as Fred opened his mouth, there was a jet of light missing him only by an inch. Death Eaters had followed them, as it seemed. He ducked and Ginny drew out her wand immediately, but you held out your hand. “We’re going to my place, you’re safe there” you whispered. Fred grabbed your hand, convinced that it was a good idea, so did George and Ginny was luckily quick enough as well. It was a matter of seconds, and moments before the Death Eaters had spotted you, you disapparated quickly to the house you called your own.

Seamus’s face is half-spliced open from a surprisingly Muggle blow from Alecto Carrow after being caught out of bed after 9pm curfew. 

When he stumbles, still dazed and fuzzy, into the sanctuary of the Room of Requirement, Zacharias Smith lets out a small whimper. Lavender, though, looks at him seriously. “Damn. I’d better get into Hogsmeade and talk to Chelsea the florist.” 

“Why?” Seamus asks, thinking how much he needs some dittany for his cheek, and watching it materialize on the mantelpiece. Dean would know how to apply it right, but - where had thought come from?

Lavender flicks her hair and grins. “She needs a week’s notice for a funeral. Her flowers are the best in town.” 

She stares for a moment, before bursting into morbid laughter, joined after a second by Seamus, then Zach. Sometimes, the laughter is all they have. 

He may be my teacher... Part 5

all chapters: http://tattooscondomsandmalik.tumblr.com/post/119726971328/chapters-for-he-may-be-my-teacher-but

His hands were rubbing me while I felt his lips touch mine, his tongue touch mine, his breath touch mine. He was intoxicating. I moaned into the kiss. I then threw my head back as he applied pressure to my clit. He began to apply sweet kisses to my neck. Passion was written within each kiss. But who was this person kissing my neck?

“HEY WAKE UP” I heard as a big book slammed near me. I jumped up straight up. My math teacher was right in my face. “you will not waste my time by sleeping in my class. do you understand?” she said. I nodded and rubbed my eyes as I hear my classmates’ chuckles all around me. They were silenced when she proceeded with the lesson. That was just the cherry on top for my day(note my sarcasm). I didn’t get enough sleep this weekend. I couldn’t stop thinking about Mr.Malik, and to make the situation worse, I have him next class. I wanted to just ignore him but my mind is continuously introduced to new “what if’s.” What if he calls me back? What if he gives me detention again?

The bell rung and I started shitting my pants. I stood around th corner staring a the door. Mr.Malik was standing there, smiling and saying “Good afternoon ” to people walking by. “what are you doing?” Jenna shouted into my ear. “waiting for a crowd of students to go into Mr.Malik’s class so he doesn’t see me.” I told her. “okay weirdo, I’ll do it with you” she told. “fine” I told her “ here comes a group, stand behind them and put your head down” I commanded her. She giggled as she followed me as I got behind them. Michael noticed me , of all the jocks he really had to notice me. “hey babe” He said and put his arm around me. “um hey?” I said to him. I thought he forgot about me. “Sit next to me” He stated. “assigned seats, remember?” I told him. We began to pass Mr.Malik and onto the class room. I looked up at him and he looked back at me, I snapped my head back at Michael. “oh yeah.” He said. “Well, that sucks. Just know I’ll being thinking about you all class.” He winked at me as he went to his seat. “why the fuck did I like him?” I whispered to Jenna, and faked a gagging nose. I sat in my seat. Mr.Malik started to teach the lesson, well more like passing out a test. TEST?! I haven’t been studying. He interrogated basically most of my life this weekend. I groaned as he put it on my desk face down. I don’t want to fail. “Okay you all my flip over your papers and start” Mr.Malik instructed and sat in his seat. I flipped over the paper and read the first question. My eyes went wide. I didn’t know any of this. Is this even on the lesson we were learning? I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. okay, here we go.
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After the test, I realized they were like 6 or 7 questions I knew out of a 35 question test. “I’m most definitely failing.” I mumbled under my breath as Mr.Malik collected my test. After he finished collecting them he passed out homework. A new lesson great. After everyone received homework the bell rang. As the stampede tried to leave his class, I made the courageous decision to stay back and talk to him. “May I help you ms.(y/l/n)?” He asked at his desk. I stood up and walked to him. “I knew nothing on that test and it’s unfair to assume I would still know the material after your interrogating this weekend. ” I told him. “Interrogation? I remember fornication and that’s it” He said. What a slick bastard. “you really expected me to study when all I could think about is you throughout the weekend and even in this class?” I said in frustration. He smirked, “you thought about me this weekend?” He asked, amused. “that’s beside the point. Please, don’t let my grades suffer because what we did is all I could ever think about.” you pleaded. “That’s not my problem, (Y/n). Sorry I can’t help you. ” He said. With those words ,that set me off. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. this is your fucking fault. HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO FAIL ME. THIS IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT. YOU CANT JUST HELP ME OUT HERE?” I yelled at him. Mr.Malik walked slowly to me and got up close in my face “don’t raise your voice at me.” he said sternly to me. “then don’t fail me. ” I countered getting even closer. He held his breath. He leaned away from me and onto his desk. Legs and arms crossed. He scanned me with his eyes. It’s like he was eye fucking me. “ I won’t fail you only on 2 conditions.” I gave him a displeasing look. He better not be going where I think he is with this. “1. you actually pay attention in class AND study and 2. we have sex every once in a while. ” He said in a nonchalant manner. “ you’ve got to be fucking kidding me? it’s like your asking to go to jail.” I said through my gritting teeth. “ who says we’re going to get caught or going to get told on ?” He said . Each word was like a push for me to punch him in the neck. “excuse me, I will march to the principle right now and tell her what you’ve been doing.” I threatened him. Its one thing to do it every once in a while, but for him to use it against me. He had no right. “No, you won’t ” He said like I was bluffing. “pardon me”
“you won’t tell the principle because I have insurance. ” He said as he walked to the back of his desk. I have no idea what he meant by insurance. So I just watched him. He unlocked and opened a bottom draw. He reached inside and pulled out a black cloth, with partial lace.“shit.” I said under my breath. “See you won’t tell because I can say you are using that as an excuse because I can easily say that you flirted with me constantly, then maybe one day you decided to leave me a pair of panties and winked at me. And when I gave you Saturday detention for it, you purposely hit my nose. Then today you asked to fuck me I said no and told you I was going to tell the principle. But if you do choose and decide to tell then I’ll tell them my story which has a whole lot of evidence backing it up.” He said with a smile. “How will they be able to tell it’s my panties?” I asked.
“DNA testing, darling”
“I fucking hate you.”
“nah, c'mon you’re gunna love it. I do recall making you orgasm, twice ” He winked at me. I leaned over and put my elbows on desk with my head in my hands. Frustration and the feeling of guilt and realizations of stupidity ran through my mind. I was on the verge of tears. This is dangerous. I don’t think he understands that. He sounds outright evil and I hate to admit it but, he’s right, about EVERY FUCKING THING. From him being able to get me in trouble and from me liking having sex with him. I looked up at him holding back my tears. “the good guys always win” I told him. “If that was true then George Zimmerman would be in jail and you KNOW you won’t tell because think about all the comments they will say. ‘what a whore? what a bitch? probably has std’s? she fucked our teacher EW!’ I know you wouldn’t want that.” The frog in my throat grew as I got the feeling to cry. I kept them back. He was right,I just can’t taje hate, I can’t take rumors , I can’t take that. My fence isn’t that sturdy it can easily fall. Too much of something can make it outright collapse. He was right. “why? are you seriously doing this for your own pleasure?” I asked. “ I mean, good grades and a fucking buddy. I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to. ” He said. I rolled my eyes. “ I have no way out of this mess. So fine, let’s do it. ” He grinned. He put his arm out for me to shake it. I shook it. “ Okay, tomorrow, meet me here at lunch”
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I didn’t even eat lunch. I just went straight to Mr.Malik. I passed through people who were heading to lunch and made it to his class. I knocked first. After a couple of moments he opened the door. I walked into the classroom. He closed the door and locked it. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the far corner of his classroom. He pushed against the wall and grabbed my face and kissed me, passionately. I responded with adding my tongue. He pulled me closer from my waist. I had to get on my tippy toes. The situation got heated real fast. I love this feeling. A warmth and an excitement began to circurculate through my veins. He put one of his hands down my pants and began to rub. Slowly but with a good amount of pressure. My stomach did cart wheels. He detached form the kiss and said “ Told you that you would like it.” I nodded cause he was right. I don’t like that he held this against my will, in order for him to raise my grade. It was like me sucking his dick as he dangled a paper with an A+ on it above my head. I didn’t like that. But I can’t lie and say I won’t enjoy it. “Here’s the the thing babe. I want to fuck you in privacy. Where I can do comfortably. So if we do it at my place, I can fuck you against my walls, in the kitchen, on my bed, in my shower, jesus! babe, you name it. So here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to give me your phone and I’m going to put my phone number in it. Then I’ll text you my address and that’s when you will start driving to my place. okay love?” He explained to me. I nodded and pulled my phone out of my back pocket and gave it to him.“ He grabbed it with his free hand but he continued to rub me as he did put his number in my phone. I closed my eyes and through my head back. He was going so slow which just made things more intense. Once he finished with my phone, he slipped it in my back pocket. He grabbed the back of my neck and made me look him straight in the eyes. "When I text you to come over, I expect you to be there in less than 20 minutes understood darlin?” He commanded. I nodded. He smiled then took his hand out of my pants. As he was looking me straight in the eye he licked his first three fingers. “ You taste good baby girl. I can’t wait to see you tonight” He said with a wink. He walked away to his desk. I stood there stunned. “I have something for you love.” He said as he reached down for something and pulled it out behind his desk. It was a gift bag. “Don’t open it until you get home and once you do get home, use it.” He instructed and walked over to me. I took it from him. He nodded to the door which instructed that I should leave. I made my way to the door and looked back at Mr.Malik. He was biting his lip as he smiled at me. He looked beyond content and he was a hell of a sight. I walked out his classroom. “good grades and a fucking buddy, I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to. ” repeated in my head.

(CPASS) Counting Petals and Stabbing Skin | Chapter Three

Chapter Three’s TW/Warnings: None.
New Characters: Mention of Connor.
Beta: This chapter was not beta’d. I need a beta :( Message me if you’re interested and no previous experience is required.
Words: 2.5K

A/N: What? A new chapter already? Yup, chapter 3 is already here :) This was originally only the first part of this chapter so that it’d be about 5K long. The second part (now part of Chapter 4) would have taken longer to write but I just wanted to get this part out. Are longer or shorter chapters better?

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Member : Min Yoongi/Suga Aka the reason of all my struggles.  

Request : Yoongi or Taehyung Fairy au fluff 😍 when you find him lying in park or some other place and take care of him 💞 thank you. I changed it up a little hope you dnt mind 


Originally posted by jongdaeisabun

It was just another lazy day at home. Your roommate was gone for the week, having contracted a bad cold and used it as an excuse to go back home, leaving you alone in the dorm. You filled the emptiness of silence without her continuous loud laughter with an even louder music, going through the homework you’ve been piling up out of pure laziness.

There was a loud thud from the inside of the shared bedroom. You turned the music down, just to make sure it wasn’t your brain creating a sweet distraction from the constant staring at the words which at one point seemed to all blend into a huge incomprehensive mess. After listening for a few seconds, stillness settling into the small dorm, you decided that it was indeed just the trick of your own imagination.

Bending down to replay the music from your phone when the sound reiterated once more, even louder than before. You jumped to your feet grabbing the first thing that looked like a weapon, which in this case was a small scissors that honestly couldn’t even hurt a fly, but to you it seemed the deadliest among the pile of papers and pens.

You made your way to the room, as slowly and carefully as you could afford with the silence amplifying the stomps of your feet against the floor, trying to listen further for any kind of movement from inside. You turned the doorknob, storming inside the room like a soldier ready for combat. One hand covering the soft side of the scissors while the other was still on the doorknob. But, there wasn’t anything nor anyone roaming around, or what you thought to be a thief, he was there, laying still on the ground as if lifeless, if not for the light rise in his chest you would have deemed him to be dead.

The man looked human but there was a glow illuminating from his entity. Not the romantic, love at first sight glow, his body was literally beaming with a faint silver light that enveloped his body like a cocoon contrasting with the slightly darker gray in his hair that seemed to fall just perfectly over his forehead. The hand you held up in defense was brought down to your side, he didn’t look like he was any kind of dangerous for a man who appeared out of nowhere, on the contrary he seemed like he needed help.

You took a few steps until you were towering over him, intently observing his soothing breathing, the quiver in his eyes as they moved under the tightly shut eyelids, and the way his full plump lips parted as he breathed. He was sleeping, or at least that’s what it looked like.

Don’t touch him Your mind, and senses, screamed when you sunk to your knees, your fingertips hovering over the bruise on his cheek, having a better visual of the blood damped strands of hair around the bad looking cut of his forehead that you couldn’t see before. For a moment, you did nothing but stare at his porcelain perfect looking complexion that felt softer than a baby’s skin, partially in admiration and partially in envy.

“ Are you okay ?” You whispered mostly to yourself, your voice getting caught in your throat, when his eyes squeezed tighter in pain as you tried to brush away the few hairs that stuck to the wound. The glow grew stronger, blinking a few times before fading completely. His sudden movement made you freeze to the core, his hand firmly gripping your wrist, yanking your fingers away from him. It took you a moment to process, jerking your hand away and moving back, pointing the ’ weapon’ you had at him.

He opened his eyes, a mesmerizing blue to them that disappeared instantly settling to a deep brown, sitting up. “ What are you going to do with it ?” He scoffed in a hoarse deep voice, almost as captivating as his looks “ Tickle me ?”. You didn’t have time to feel offended by his words, although it was present in the back of your mind. He squirmed in his place, letting out a low grunt of discomfort as he moved to face you, crossing his legs in front of him.

“ What … Who are you ?” You tilted your head a little, only now thinking about it, your dorm was on the sixth floor. You turned glancing at the only slightly opened window, it was impossible for him to climb up, at least not without being seen. You looked back at him, meeting his steady gaze, studying you the same way you were him.

“ Who are you ? ” He asked mimicking your tone.

“ You’re the one who broke into my house, you know ” Your voice rose a little in frustration, making him flinch by how loud you were being to his sensitive, sleep ridden ears.

“ I didn’t mean to, this was as far as I could go so calm down. I’ll leave ” He stood up, his mind going white for a moment with how fast he moved, stumbling back until he landed on the edge of the bed “ Maybe not ” He breathed out rubbing his temples.

You followed his lead, getting to your feet once more, putting just enough distance between the two of you just staring at him not sure whether to offer help, whatever that would be, or to call the police on the stranger. You sighed, letting your guard down completely, how ever the hell he was able to go in or who he was didn’t really matter he was questionably a human who needed help. Blame it on your kindness, blame it on your curiosity.

You looked through your nightstand, passing him with your gaze not even once wavering away from his deep hooded eyes. You were messing things around, creating a loud disrupting noise, murmuring something to yourself quietly.

“ What do you think you’re doing ?” He hunched back when you reached for his forehead with a cotton ball.

“ You need to treat that, stay still ” You pulled him back by his shirt, kneeling down between his legs to reach his face better.

“ What’s the use in that, if it’s going to heal on its own anyways ?” He scoffs pushing your hand away. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head in dismay.

“ What’s the use in living if you will die anyways ?”

“ I won’t die ” He mumbled under his breath. You cleaned the blood off his scraped cheek, earning a few low grunts from him as the alcohol settled on the cut, it looked like someone punched him square in the face. He sighed when you pulled away to get a bandage, which happened to be a very pinky and girly one, courtesy of your roommate.

“ Pink ? Really ?” He whined, pouting, but not moving away this time instead leaning slightly into your touch. He seemed to be letting his guard down.

For a split second, you saw his hair lighten up into the same color of the bandage, before settling into a light red. You furrowed your eyebrows and again you found yourself silently watching him, curiosity mixed with a little of fear brewing in your mind.

“ I didn’t think I was that beautiful ” He joked seeing the way you were lost in him.

“ Who are you ?” You breathed out, tilting your head waiting for an answer he was not giving. You had to ask over and over again, while trying to fix his forehead without hurting him even more.

“ Stop that ” He said, gripping your wrist, starting to get frustrated with your repeated questioning. You shook your head, slapping his hand away from yours, “ I won’t until you tell me who you are and how you got in. So, save us both the time and just tell me ”

“ You humans call us fairies” He spoke as if he was ashamed of the word which only made you chuckle at his pouty expression, unable to make fun of him.

“ Hmm, I see” You stood back up, messing his hair on top of the gauze to cover it, looking away for a moment then back at him with a smirk “ Do I get three wishes for helping you ?”

“ I’m not joking, I am a fairy ” He insisted when you laughed louder.

“ I’m not joking either. So, Mr. Fairy, what happened to you that you ended up in my room ?” You plunged down on the other side of the bed, leaning back on your hands, your eyes still on him.

“ Yoongi, just call me Yoongi ” Having had enough of your sarcastic tone, he gave up leaning back against the mattress shutting his eyes for a second “ And it’s a long story ”

“ Well, I’m not going anywhere, you can tell me. I’ll gladly hear you out” He sat back up, squinting his eyes at you then letting a short smile twist in his expression before he hid it away.

“ Why are you doing this for me ? You don’t even know who I am ”

“ I do though. You’re a fairy named Yoongi with a shitty temper ” You smiled back when he glared, letting it linger for a moment, “ I’m also an incredibly nice person so yeah, you should be thankful you landed on me. Or else you would’ve been sitting in a police cell right now ” He finally let his gummy grin show, his eyes disappearing into the smile in the cutest way possible. If he was captivating while serious, this was almost mesmerizing, maybe he was magical after all.

“ Thank you ” He whispered, hoping you wouldn’t hear, but still saying it loud enough for you to do so.

“ But seriously, do I get three wishes ?”


Why did I even think I can write fluff xD ? Sorry anon if this wasn’t what you had in mind <3

The Bartender

((A/N: I wrote a thing totally without a prompt. It’s a one shot if there ever was one and I wanted to write angst. Figured I should. I’ve got one other fic to toss out so again, expect the requests to open again Monday. The premise of this is pretty much… just read it. :) @aprofoundbondwithdean

Word Count: 1700

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language. Angst. ))

He had been coming in every day for the last month. Tall, blonde, and brooding, you had called him. He was handsome, to be sure. Always in his leather jacket that he’d inevitably remove and reveal a plaid flannel shirt underneath. He’d sit for about two hours each night before close, drinking his three glasses of whiskey over a period of time.

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As Fate Would Have It

Imagine Gabriel protecting you when Sam and Dean cast you out for being a demon.

Author: thekeybladeninja

Word Count: 1,957

This one shot is part of a series, so to read the preceding and future parts please contact the author.


You weren’t quite sure how you ended up on the wrong side of the Winchester’s blades. But there they stood, outside the small and intricate demon circle they had you trapped in. You were even sporting the demon cuffs they slapped on you before you could realize.

Well, that wasn’t quite right. You did know how you ended up here. You figured they’d find out eventually, just not as soon as they did. Although, you still weren’t quite sure how they figured it out. You had been perfectly careful around them. Several months of pretending to be human around them on missions and such, just washed down the drain. Oh well, you shrug mentally, it was one less thing you had to worry about. Pretending to be human was exhausting.

“So what was all this for?” Sam demanded, pointing the demon killing knife at you. You were old and strong enough that you didn’t think the knife would kill you. It would hurt like a bitch most likely. The angel blade Dean held, however, might kill you if you got skewered.

“Information really,” you tell them. It was the truth. “You two hunters also served as a semi pleasant distraction every now and then.”

“Distraction from what? Killing? Causing chaos?” Sam kept on.

You shook your head. “What I told you before was true. I am hunting that demon. I will get my revenge, trust that. I just made up my fake family and omitted a few other details,” you tell them, shrugging. You keep an eye on them wearily, despite your nonchalant facade.

“Yeah, a few details, like you being a demon for starters,” Dean snorted at you harshly, gripping the angel blade tighter.

Slowly, panic worms its way through you. Between the cuffs and the circle, you start wondering how in Hell you were going to get out of this mess. With the circle and the cuffs you were completely immobile.

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JB- Scenario: Movie Night


You comfortably lied on the couch with your friends from Got7. It was movie night and you really enjoyed spending time with the oh so busy boys. And even if the movie really sucked, you were just happy to be with them, because you were one of the friends they could really trust, who was there before they even debuted. 

 So it happened that you were really close with all of the boys … but with one of them the connection  felt really special, as if you had known each other forever. And you couldn’t deny it …recently your feelings grew stronger and stronger to this special guy in your life -JB. He lied beside you casually but you had this fluffy feeling, you wanted to cuddle with him, to hold him, just to feel his warmth and love. You already knew that you were special for him too …but you were not sure if it was in a romantic way or not. So at one point when you tried to steal a glimpse of the attractive boy you realised that he had fallen asleep. You started to grin like an idiot because you thought he was just the cutest thing ever. Usually he appeared really tough and chic, screaming and roaring  like a dinosaur and dancing so hella sexy that it made you feel weak and helpless. But he was always really kind and caring when it came to you. Protecting you and wanting to make you smile. He was the strong leader but he often had to admit that he needed you too, just talking to him and comforting him. And now he was lying here, all innocent and so freakin cute. To see him like this was really a rare occasion so you really enjoyed it until one of the boys made you snap out of your special moment. 

 Yongjae whispered:“He’s asleep, lets play a joke on him!”. The boys were not sure at first because they knew how easily Jaebum looses his temper, so they decided that you should be the person in charge because he  really couldn’t get mad at you. You all decided that you will draw a mustache on his face and take a pic, that you have something to laugh at for a long time and also to make funny memories together. The boys gave you the pen and at first you didn’t really knew how to do this. He was still lying there so you carefully sat on his lap, opened the pen and were just about to draw the first line when his eyes snapped open. All the boys jumped in surprise and ran to their room. 

So you were still sitting in JB’s lap and left all alone with him. Your cheeks turned a slight pink and you did not dare to look at him. You cursed at those traitors who ran off to a safe place and let you deal with this situation  on your own.  When you suddenly heard Jaebum say: “What the hell do you think you are doing here?”  You got really nervous and didn’t knew what to say but in the next moment  the room was filled with JBs laughter. It made you sigh in relief and you started to laugh with him. Still a bit embarassed you wanted to get off him when he held your hips and said in a serious voice:“ I want you to stay here.” Your heart almost jumped out of your chest when he sat himself up and his face was just inches away from your own. A dirty smirk appeared on his face and he whispered in your ear:“ i thought you knew that i loose my temper really quickly?” You tried to get yourself together but you couldn’t even say a normal sentence you just stuttered: “I…the boys…you know…” His dirty grin grew even bigger when he realised how much it affected you when he was this close. He always thought that you were attractive and he always liked you but he was never really sure about asking you out and he never thought that the right moment was happening to confess, but right now he was enjoying this so much, realising that you were just as head over heels as him. After a few moments of joy he thought that he had enough and soflty said:“ Don’t worry it’s ok, seriously  you could do anything and i would still think you are the cutest thing in the world, i just can’t get mad at you.” Before you could say a word or react in any way you felt a warm pair of lips on your own. It was a really sweet yet emotional kiss because you two seriously had to wait way to long for this moment to happen. When you parted you looked  each other deep in the eyes when JB finally said: “Want to be my princess that i can protect all the time?”
Before you could respond to the cute confession the door to Jacksons room flew open and he shouted a disgusted: “EWWWWWWW!” All of you were laughing really hard and you just enjoyed this happy moment that you could only dream of for such a long time. 


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anonymous asked:

perhaps a scenario where kuroo finds a girl who agrees to become nekoma's manager (kuroo had to ask her because yamamoto scared her off at first) and over time they develop a mutual crush on one another? (and maybe she confesses first?)

This got embarrassingly long yet again so it’s all under the cut! Yay for manager-ly adventures~

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ourstartingpoints  asked:

hi! can you write ff based on this post ginnyspitch(.)tumblr(.)com/post/151688965984 "mike showing up at ginny’s doorstep, all soaking wet..." Thank you! :)

a/n: u ask and i deliver! tagging @ginnyspitch bc that fab hooman started this and they got only themselves to blame. this can also sort of be considered future speculation for the upcoming episodes with the cuban catcher. (i should learn his name.)

When she finally gets around to watching the Fox after-show footage, Ginny thinks she might actually plan Oscar’s murder.

She gets that it’s the sport and that this is the life and the Cuban (Ginny refuses to learn his name. Won’t learn his name till Al sits her down and says this is her new catcher and even then she’s probably going to fight the process. There’s only one catcher in her eyes worthy of standing behind the Padres’ home plate, no matter what Mr. Smooth Cuban went through.) is where the future lies for their team.

She gets that. She lives that. She knows that as a ballplayer, her life and her roots solely depends on the whims of old white guys who make more money in a month and she does in a year. 

That doesn’t mean she has to like it.

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anonymous asked:

What have you done Rachel I can't get canon Derek reaching the a point where he's happy and safe enough to dance. He's the first on the dance floor during pack outings to clubs or major events like weddings or reunions. Doing little dances just because, swinging his hips while cooking dinner. A little shimmy shake while during laundry. Waiting in lines and tapping his foot and nodding his head. Gentle sways with a mug of hot chocolate cooling as the rain falls, lulling his baby back to sleep.

God, this is lovely.

I see this as probably being something that starts out slow. At some pack event or another, maybe the aftermath of the most recent crisis, and the teens end up turning on too loud music, dancing and letting off steam, and generally celebrating everyone surviving yet another almost-apocalypse.

Derek’s predictably hanging toward the background, as relaxed as he gets but still too tense for the occasion.

At some point Stiles runs into Derek in the hall between one room and another. Stiles, feeling giddy and brave and high on post-battle adrenaline, leans in with a grin and says “dance with me?” He’s half-joking, because come on, but Derek just smirks and catches his hip, pulling him in and rocking against him for a moment before bracing his neck and dipping him low. Stiles is breathless, his whole body buzzing by the time Derek rights him again, and he seriously can’t believe that “Wait, you’re good at this.”

Derek smiles, lifts his brows as though daring Stiles to say anything about it, and then he’s gone.

So of course after that, Stiles is obsessed with making this happen again. Just because it’s so insane, obviously. Just to make sure he isn’t going crazy. He turns on music at every opportunity (”dude, I don’t think planning how to take down Gerard is really the time for dubstep”) and makes pointed comments, suggestions, and innuendo to try and trip him into admitting it (which, ok, to the uninformed ear might possibly sound like flirting, which it isn’t).

And Derek obliges him, sweeping Stiles into quick waltzes, tangos, two-steps, or just swaying in front of him sweet and slow, hips rocking in a way Stiles can’t quite drag his eyes off of… but only when they’re alone. One time some 90′s hit comes on the radio and Derek honest to god pumps one fist in the air and starts jumping like a teenager in the crowd at some concert and Stiles finds himself grinning so hard he’s not sure how to stop by the end of it.

Derek’s doing it to drive him crazy. He has to be.

But when Stiles asks him about it, a little breathless from a spin and pressed in all along Derek’s front one night in Scott’s kitchen, Derek just shrugs and says “I like dancing.”

Which is honest and so unlikely, and not close to the teasing responses Stiles had expected.

“So what’s with the cloak and dagger? Why can’t you do it out there where like, everyone else is doing the exact same thing?”

“I’m not–” Derek breaks off, fingers twitching over Stiles’ hips. “I don’t like doing it in front of people.”

“Should I be flattered or insulted that I apparently don’t count as ‘people’?”

Derek holds his gaze a little too long before backing off with a shrug that pulls him smoothly out of Stiles’ grasp.

Definitely flattered, Stiles decides, but he still finds it a little sad.

.-

It goes on again like that – stray, stolen moments – until somehow or another Stiles ends up at the loft while Derek’s alone, cooking dinner. He’d left a book behind, some bit of research, and Derek waves him over toward the living area before retreating back to the kitchen, his sizzling pan, and a low playing radio.

When Stiles comes over to say goodbye, he can’t help stopping, leaning against the doorframe, and just watching. Derek’s rocking along to the music as he cooks, just a little sway of hips and shoulders as he moves from one counter to another, casting a glance and a small quirk of a smile Stiles’ way to show that he’s aware of his audience and doesn’t care.

Seeing Derek like this, light and carefree and comfortable in his own skin, tugs something in Stiles’ chest that feels like a sweet heartache. He almost crosses the room right there, almost cups Derek’s cheeks in his hands and kisses him. Instead he smiles, broad and soft, and says “You’re amazing, you know?”

Derek looks up, seeming startled, confused, and then tentatively pleased.

.-

And it might be weeks after that, or even months, when the pack’s all gathered together and background music’s playing – as has become customary at this point, due to “Stiles’ sudden, weird obsession with music.” And Derek just starts rocking slowly to the beat without seeming to notice.

Everyone else does, and Stiles holds his breath, shooting around a sharp look because there are times for friendly teasing and those times definitely don’t include when Derek’s slipping up and dancing in front of them all for the first time.

Except then Derek catches Stiles’ eye and smiles – a little, private smile, and he doesn’t stop moving – and Stiles’ heart fills with this warm, soft, proud feeling because this isn’t accidental dancing, this isn’t Derek slipping up.

This is Derek consciously relaxing, testing the waters, finally believing that he’s in a place where he won’t be judged, where he doesn’t always have to stay on high alert against potential threats and enemies and scorn. 

Finally letting himself relax, and feel safe, and dance.

First Anniversary

-Taylor POV-

I hear the doorbell ringing, and I jump off the couch eagerly, startling the cats, and run out into the hallway.

I knew exactly who it was.

I was staying in my house in Nashville for a couple of days while I visited my parents for my Dad’s birthday, but today was mine and Adam’s first anniversary, and he was flying into town so that we could spend it together.

I swing the front door open and see him standing there, with a sheepish smile plastered on his face, and an overnight duffel bag swung over his left shoulder.

“You’re here!”, I say excitedly, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him.

We hadn’t seen each other in four days, and I had missed him like crazy.

He pushes me inside and dumps his bag on the floor, placing his hands on my waist, before kissing me back passionately.

I move my hands up to his hair, and we stand there for at least five minutes, just, getting lost in each other.

Eventually I pull away for air, and I stare into his eyes.

“Well, that was a good way to say hello”, he says, chuckling, as he engulfs me in a hug.

“Happy Anniversary”, I mumble into his chest, smiling ever so slightly as I inhale his scent.

He smelt like sandalwood and mint, and it’s a scent that I could never ever get tired of smelling, even after a year of being together.

“Happy Anniversary, Taylor. I love you so much”, he says, in his cute little accent, cupping my face in his hands, and kissing the tip of my nose, making me giggle.

“I love you too”, I say giddily, blushing a little bit from the intense eye contact that Adam was now holding.

“What are you looking at?”, I ask, looking down at my feet, and then back up into his blue-green eyes.

He smiles softly.

“Nothing. You just look extremely beautiful when you’re all giggly and excited, and I want to get you into bed, like right now”, he says, kissing me softly again, before lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

“Later!”, I say, squirming under his tight grasp, forcing him to set me down. “But, first, we have to bake a cake together to celebrate”, I say, taking his hand and dragging him into the kitchen, where all of the ingredients had been laid out since I had woken this morning.

“You seriously want to choose baking over anniversary sex?”, he asks me, clearly quite amused.

“You should know better than anybody by now that I use every opportunity I get to bake”, I say, putting an apron over his head, as he rolls his eyes.

“Come on, it’ll be fun”, I say, putting on my own apron and grabbing the flour, and pouring it into the mixing bowl.

“I’m cracking the eggs!”, he says, grabbing them excitedly like a little kid, and cracking each one on the edge of the bowl, before adding them to flour.

“What’s next?”, he asks, after we’ve added in the sugar.

“That’s it”, I say, picking up the bowl and pouring the mixture into the cake tin.

He opens the oven for me, and I place the cake on the top shelf, before setting the timer.

“We have 18 minutes to kill”, I say, wrapping my arms around his waist, as he places a kiss gently on the top of my head.

“Let’s go and sit down, I want to talk”, he says, pulling my arm and leading me into the living room.

“Hi babies!”, he says, greeting the two cats, who were curled up on one of the couches.

He lets go of my arm and walks over to the cats, stroking their fur, as they both start to purr loudly.

I can’t help but laugh at the sight before my eyes.

Adam always acted like a ‘big, tough guy’, so I found it absolutely hilarious that he treated the cats like they were his kids.

“Who’s the best girl”, he coos, scratching Meredith’s ear as I stand behind him, crossing my arms over my chest.

I clear my throat and he turns around, grinning cheekily.

“You getting jealous?”, he says jokingly, sitting down on the other couch and pulling me onto his lap.

“How could I not be jealous, you’re extremely attractive”, I say, not meaning to sound so seductive.

“One year”, he whispers, resting his forehead against mine.

“It’s been the best year of my life”, I say, genuinely, as I feel the tears threatening to pour from my eyes at any moment.

He rubs my back.

“I knew when I met you that you were special, and I made it my priority to protect you, and I hope that I did a good job over the past year”, he says, kissing my forehead.

“You did”, I whisper, squeezing his shoulder, as he pushes me off his lap and stands up.

“Where are you going?”, I ask curiously, as he dissapears into the hallway.

He comes back in after a second with a small rectangular box in his hand, and he hands it to me, before sitting down again and lifting me back onto his lap.

“You got me a gift?”, I ask, looking at him as his cheeks turn a little pink.

He nods his head and rubs my knee, encouraging me to open it.

“I just wanted to get you something to symbolise what we have. You mean so much to me Taylor, and words will never be able to justify just how much I love you, so I hope that this gift is a good start”, he says.

I smile softly at him and stroke his cheek, before untying the bow that was around the box, and tearing off the wrapping paper.

I gasp when I see what’s inside, and a single tear rolls down my cheeks.

It’s a gold, heart shaped vintage locket, with our anniversary engraved on the front of it, with an intricate patterned engraving surrounding the numbers.

It must have taken him ages to find the perfect one.

“Adam”, I whisper, as I lean in and our lips meet.

This kiss is different.

It’s not just a ‘thank you’ kiss.

It’s not just an ‘I love you’ kiss.

I don’t really know how to describe it.

It’s kind of like one of those ‘I love you with all my heart and I never want to let you go because you mean the world to me’ kisses.

“Open it”, he says, watching as I take the locket out of the box and open the clasp that was holding it shut.

Inside there are two pictures; one on each side.

The first one, is a picture of the two of us in London, when we took that boat trip on the River Thames with Gigi, Joe and Karlie, and the second one is of the two of us, when we took a trip to Dumfries over the holidays, and Adam took me hiking on the mountain behind his parents’ house, where he would go as a kid.

“Here, let me help you put it on”, he says, gently taking the locket from my hands and gently brushing the hair away from the back of my neck, so that he could tie the chain.

“I feel like this is what I’ve been missing all my life”, I say, looking down at my locket, as I lay back and rest my head on Adam’s chest.

“Do you ever think about our future? Like, properly?”, Adam asks, after a few moments of silence.

“Every day”, I say quietly, taking his hand and fiddling with his fingers.

“I can’t wait to experience everything with you”, he whispers into my hair, leaving a kiss that lingers.

“I can’t believe that you ever swiped left on me. You would seriously be missing out right now if you hadn’t changed your mind”, I say, sitting up and grinning, as he rolls his eyes.

“Seriously? We’re going to go over this again?”, he asks, raising his eyebrows.

“You know I’m only teasing”, I say, running my hand through his hair.

We sit there in silence for a couple of more minutes, just happy to be in each other’s company on this important day, but are interrupted from our moment of reflection when the oven timer beeps from the kitchen.

“Cake’s done!”, I squeal, jumping off of his lap and pulling him up, linking our hands together as we go and fetch the cake.

“Now, we have to decorate”, I say, clapping my hands together like a little kid, as Adam sets the cake on the wire tray on the countertop.

“You can decorate, and I’ll watch. We all know that I am not the most artistically gifted person”, Adam says, shrugging his shoulders cutely and removing the oven glove from his hand.

I shake my head and dip my knife into the chocolate icing, covering the entire cake.

“You have to do something!”, I say, grabbing a piping bag and filling it with white butter icing.

“Okay, I’ll advise”, he says, rubbing his hands together mischievously.

I position the piping bag comfortably in my hands, and pipe out “1 year”, onto the cake.

“It’s missing something”, Adam says, wrinkling his nose, and imitating one of the food critics on Masterchef.

After a couple of minutes of silent deliberation, his eyes light up, and he punches the air triumphantly.

“Hearts!”, he shouts, taking the piping bag from my hands.

He pipes two hearts on either side of the ‘1’, and stands back proudly to asses his work when he’s finished.

“Now, that, is an absolute masterpiece”, he says, winking at me.

“Whatever you say, Wiles”, I say, moving the cake onto a plate and putting strawberry jelly on the hearts.

“There! Now it’s perfect!”, I say, standing back to look at the cake.

“That is so beautiful”, Adam says, pretending to tear up.

“Shut up, it is”, I say, hitting his arm playfully.

“I have to post this on snapchat”, he says excitedly, taking his phone out.

“You really want to do that?”, I ask. I was a little surprised because Adam always liked to keep the details of our relationship so private.

“I want everybody to know that it’s our anniversary and that I’m happy being with you”, he says, kissing me quickly.

“The fandom is going to go crazy”, I whisper, shaking my head.

He takes the video, and I can’t help but laugh at the ‘YAY’ that he says at the end.

He takes a deep breath, before adding it to his snapchat story.

“No going back now”, he says, setting his phone down, and wrapping his arms around me.

“No going back”, I whisper.

I look down at the locket around my neck, and brush my fingers over it.

“I’m going to post this on Instagram”, I say, smiling at him.

“Really?”, he asks, smiling from cheek to cheek.

“I’ve never felt so sure about anything in my entire life”, I say, taking out my phone and taking a picture of the locket.

I quickly post the picture, realising that I could never undo what I had just done.

“This is forever”, I whisper, taking both of Adam’s hands in mine.

“Forever”, he says back, planting a kiss on my lips.

The long kiss gradually turns to quick, feverish kisses, and soon enough our tongues are fighting for dominance.

He pulls away for a second and brushes the hair out of my face with his fingers.

His eyes are twinkling.

Full of love, and full of lust.

Before I can say anything, he lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

He starts placing kisses on my neck, and makes his way down to my shoulder blade, before I push him back slightly.

“We have to eat the cake, first”, I say, looking over at our creation, that was sitting on the counter top.

“The cake can wait, this on the other hand, cannot”, Adam says, lifting me upstairs, and opening the door to the bedroom, making me squeal.

This, was forever.

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This is my first oneshot so I’m sorry it’s it’s TERRIBLE. Happy official one year of Tayvin ❤️

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laurel's birthday and frank makes her breakfast in bed and gives her presents and cute stuff like that please

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The sound of the bedroom door creaking open, followed by a deep, familiar voice, is all it takes to rouse Laurel from her slumber.

“Rise and shine. It’s breakfast in bed time.”

Confused, she yawns and rubs her eyes, squinting at the sudden deluge of bright light streaming in through the blinds and casting golden lines across the sheets of Frank’s bed. She’s buck naked from last night, still tangled in his comforter, and it takes her a moment to come to and look over at Frank; shirtless in only a pair of his slacks, standing in the doorway with a tray in his hands. There’s a plate of food on it – exactly what, she can’t tell from a distance – with silverware and napkins, and even a little vase with a daisy in it.

She wonders for a moment what the occasion is, running through today’s date in her head, and as soon as she remembers she grins sleepily, pushing strands of messy hair out of her face and watching as Frank makes his way over to her, setting down the tray on the nightstand beside her. He doesn’t waste any time after that climbing into bed with her and nestling himself in at her side, his lips exploring her collarbone and her shoulder, before moving up, to her neck and jawline and bare breasts. He kisses her all over, downright ravenous and yet somehow strikingly tender, and Laurel laughs breathlessly, rolling onto her back to face him.

“Happy birthday,” he murmurs against her skin, pausing long enough to meet her eyes. “Made eggs benedict. Your favorite.”

Laurel can’t help but grin from ear to ear, and yawns again. “You know I said I don’t like making a big deal out of my birthday.”

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