oh boys you are so amusing

anonymous asked:

the other night i was drunk at a party and I put the boys on full blast n I could just imagine h sitting there laughing at me and me saying me and the other girls would be a better band

Oh, my god. 

He’d be so embarrassed because you’d be singing, extremely loud, to HIS band and HIS songs, but, he’d also be very humoured and amused by you as you sung to the songs playing from the speakers, only stopping when Harry’s solos come on and gushing over how beautiful his voice sounds.

“Y’know, you’d be a better group to take over when our hiatus starts,” he’d smirk, leaning against the doorframe of the living room, nursing his own glass of wine, “how about I set you up with a meeting?” xx

RP starters: Flirting ( + responses to it. )
  • “You come here often?”
  • “Can I offer you a drink?”
  • “So.. You expecting someone?”
  • “Do you need a place to stay for tonight?”
  • “I gotta tell you… you look incredibly hot.”
  • “Do you want to dance with me?”
  • “Look at us… we are basically a couple already.”
  • “I bet you would look even better without your clothes on.”
  • “Are you single? Just asking.”
  • “You’re the most beautiful person I have ever encountered.”
  • “What would you say if you and me would go somewhere else?”
  • “I love the way you’re dressed.”
  • “Do I have any chances with you?”
  • “Do you have anything better to do later?”
  • “Can I get your phone number?”
  • “You seem like a bad boy/girl/person type.”
  • “I can do whatever you want, babe.”
  • “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”
  • “I bet guys/gals/people are all over you.”
  • “You should be a model.”
  • "Are you… trying to flirt with me?”
  • “Maybe if I get a free drink I can consider talking to you.”
  • “That won’t work. Try again.”
  • "Oh my god, did you just say that out loud?”
  • "I’m waiting for someone. However, you can amuse me in the meanwhile.”
  • “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
  • “I thought you were taken.”
  • “So, have you flirted with every girl/boy/one in this bar yet?”
  • “Do I look like someone who seems interested in you?”
  • “Compliments won’t pay my drinks.”
Secrets- Riverdale X Reader chapter 1- The rivers Edge ((Jughead Jones))

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Fandom: riverdale

 Warnings: none

 Word count: lots

notes: let me know if you want more of this! is anyone actually interested?

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 You studied yourself in the bathroom mirror intently. You still looked the same.

Same (E/C) eyes, same (H/C) hair. But you weren’t the same, not after what had happened over the summer. 

After that summer, nothing could ever be the same.

 The girl in the mirror was you, but you had no idea who that was. On July 3rd of this year, your mother had told you a closely guarded secret about the circumstances surrounding your birth, the reason your mom had left riverdale, and who your father really was. She felt you finally needed to learn the truth.

You were a Blossom…well, sort of.

When Cheryl and Jason’s mother was pregnant with the twins, their Father, Clifford Blossom, had developed a wandering eye…and it had wandered straight to your mother. They had been together 2 months before your mother had found out she was pregnant. 

So, your father had taken immediate action. He had paid your mother two hundred thousand to take you and herself far away and to keep her mouth shut.
But when your Grandmother got sick, all bets were off. 

So your Mother had sat you down and told you everything. Including that you were moving back to Riverdale within the week, a town you had both left behind you, and for good reason.

The next day, Jason Blossom had gone missing.

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Nearly 3 months later and here you were, getting ready for your first day of school at Riverdale High. It was terrifying having this huge secret weighing you down, especially when your newly discovered half sister went to your school. 

You ruffled a shaky hand through your hair and walked out of the bathroom. The last thing you needed was added attention from being late on day one.

You left your house and stepped out into the warm September air.

You walked towards the school, the slight breeze making the residual summer heat a little more bearable.

When you got to the high school, it was swarming with teens. Each one in their own little world, greeting friends they haven’t seen in months with warm smiles and thankfully, ignoring you.

You wandered in to the school caught up in your thoughts and anxieties, before running smack into a blonde girl, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

You lost your balance and went tumbling, taking the blonde girl with you. You hit the ground with a thud and she landed next to you right after. Face flushed red in embarrassment, you jumped up and started apologizing rapidly “Oh crap are you okay? I’m so sorry!“ 

The girl just waved a hand, dismissing your frantic apologies, “It’s fine, I’m alright. Don’t worry about it.“ 

Even with her reassurances, you still stuck out a hand to help her up, which she took and got up on her feet. You knew you had to be somewhere, but you still felt kinda awful.                                                                                                 

"Hey, are you new?” the girl was looking at you with curiosity.

You shrugged, “Yeah I guess I am. My names (Y/N) (L/N)”                                       

The blondes face instantly lit up in recognition, “I’m Betty Cooper, your peer mentor!” Betty gave you a warm smile, which you hesitantly returned “Guess it’s a good thing I ran into you then, huh?” you laughed nervously.

 
Betty nodded at you with a smile. “I guess it is. Anyways, now that I have you, just follow me. I’m also mentoring another new student named Veronica Lodge.”

You knew that name, everyone did. Her father had been in the news for months, but you decided to keep your mouth shut. It wasn’t any of your business who Veronica’s father was or what he had done. You hoped the sentiment would be a two way street.

You caught up to a raven haired girl at the office. Her and Betty exchanged pleasantries. You didn’t really listen to the small talk but you figured this was Veronica. 

Betty and Veronica started walking. You quickly caught up and walked alongside them.

 "Soooo…I usually start off my tours with a little history and context” Betty began, “Riverdale High first opened its doors in 1941 and–”

Veronica cut Betty off mid sentence. “And hasn’t been redecorated since, apparently. Honestly, I feel like I’m wandering through the lost epilogue of our town.” you smiled at Veronica’s comment. The school seriously did have a ‘vintage’ sort of air.

Veronica was talking again, “So whats the social scene here like? Any nightclubs?”

Before Betty could answer, a new guy with brown hair and a green sweater came up beside you, before moving in front, walking backwards to be face to face with the 3 of you. “A strip club called the Ho Zone, and a tragic gay bar called Innuendo.” Your lips quirked up at the edges at the ridiculous club names.
Green sweater continued his list of social activities.

“Friday nights, football games. And then tailgate parties at the mal-mart parking lot. Saturday night is movie night, regardless of whats playing at the Bijou. And you better get there early because we don’t have reserved seating in Riverdale. And Sunday nights? Thank GOD for HBO.”

Betty smiled as the boy wrapped a friendly arm around her shoulder, “Veronica lodge, (Y/N) (L/N), Kevin Keller. Veronica and (Y/N) are new here, Kevin is–” Betty started to introduce the three of you but was once again cut off by Veronica, “Gay. Thank god. Let’s be best friends.” She stuck a hand out for him to shake. 

You gave him a smile and a polite “Hello” but Kevin’s attention was on Veronica.
Kevin took her hand and gave it a quick shake, before leaning in conspiratorially. 

“Is it true what they say about your dad?” he said in a semi hushed tone. Betty shot him a warning glare and you inhaled a sharp breath. But Veronica just took it in stride, a noticeably more guarded expression on her face. 

“That he’s the devil incarnate?…I stand by my father.“ 

She crossed her arms and gave Betty a pointed look, "Does everyone here know?” Betty and Kevin were silent, refusing to meet her gaze. “Judging by the looks you’ve been getting? I think so.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

Veronica gave an annoyed tight lipped smile, “Wonderful. Ten minutes in and I’m already the blue jasmine of riverdale high.”

Veronica stormed off and Betty gave Kevin another pointed look. Kevin shrugged and shook his head. 
"What?” Kevin asked, but instead of answering, Betty just followed Veronica. You followed Betty, Kevin close behind.

By the time you had caught up to Betty, she and Veronica were already back to chatting about Riverdale Highs social calendar. So you just fell into step beside them.

“So there’s everything Kevin already told you and- oh, of course, there’s the back to school semi-formal dance this weekend–” Betty was yet again cut off by Veronica who grabbed her arm and stopped Betty mid stride with a little gasp of excitement. “There’s the hottie you were with last night. The red-headed Ansel Elgort.”

You leaned over to Kevin “If the boys all look like that, I’m going to love Riverdale.” You joked, Kevin responded with an amused snort. 

Before you could continue your jokes about the attractive Riverdale male populace, Veronica was talking again. “Is he your boyfriend?” You were pretty sure the question was aimed at Betty but Kevin answered too,

“No we’re just friends” was Betty’s answer and "No, he’s straight.” was Kevins.
The three of you looked at Kevin, smiling in amusement at the mix up.

Veronica had an intrigued smile on her face as she watched Archie, “In that case, mind putting in a word? I’ve tried every flavour of boy but orange.”

By the look on Betty’s face you immediately knew that was a touchy subject.

“Actually, to clarify, Betty and Archie aren’t dating, but they are endgame.” Kevin informed Veronica, causing her to immediately switch gears and give Betty a matter-of-fact look. “You should ask him to the semi-formal then.”

“She should, but I heard it might be getting cancelled, because of what happened to Jason. They’re going to tell us at the assembly." 

Your breath caught at Jason’s name, a bit of paranoia gripping at you. Did he know? There was no way he knew, nobody did.
"Who’s Jason?” you rushed out in a slightly too high tone. You figured asking who he was would let you play dumb about the Blossom family as a whole. Veronica added on, “and what happened to him?" 

Betty and Kevin shared an awkward silent look, their mouths open like they were looking for the right words.

Betty was quiet as Kevin explained the July 4th incident, You knew already. You had googled the Blossoms two days after your mother had told you the truth of who you were. Just in time for you to learn of the fatal accident that took the life of an older brother you would never meet.

After Kevin was finished explaining, everyone was quiet as you walked to the gym to attend the assembly. A heavy silence hung over the four of you.
When you reached the gym you stopped dead.

 Cheryl Blossom would be in this room. As Kevin reached to pull open the doors you managed to speak. "It’s awful what happened to Jason. I hope Cheryl is going to be okay…” three pairs of eyes were immediately on you, “None of us mentioned Cheryl (y/n), how do you know who she is?” Kevin asked, his and Bettys expressions were confused and Veronicas was suspicious.

You swore internally. “I heard one of the students talking about her earlier, I just put two and two together at the name Blossom.” You lied with ease. You had always been quick at thinking on your feet…even if you hated lying.

Betty and Kevin nodded accepting your answer, but Veronicas suspicious gaze lingered on you. You were going to have to be a lot more careful around Veronica Lodge.

Your group filed into the crowded gym. Pretty much all the seats were taken except 3 near the left bottom corner and a few singles scattered around. The four of you eyed each other awkwardly.
“You guys go ahead, I’ll be fine by myself.” You smiled at them. Betty looked relieved, and then a little guilty, “Are you sure (y/n)?” You nodded “Totally sure.”

Kevin grinned. “Catch up with us after, I’ll continue to be your designated Riverdale guide.”
“See you after.” you replied, before wandering off to find a seat.

You ended up sitting next to a guy with black hair and an odd grey beanie up in the back corner. He made no acknowledgement of you when you sat down, typing away at his laptop. He was definitely interesting, you could tell that. But before you could say anything, a girl with striking red hair had begun talking.

What she said next was lost to you, all you could hear was blood rushing through your head and your pulse pounding. That was Cheryl. It was so surreal, her being 40 feet away from you, with no idea who you were. You were strangers to each other, but still siblings. Still family. But she would never know. No one could ever know. You registered her asking for a moment of silence to reflect on how Jason had touched each of the students lives, as you tried to push away the onslaught of new and powerful emotions.

The boy next to you was watching you intently, silently observing your odd reaction to Cheryls speech. The way you were gripping the seat so hard your knuckles were turning white. When you looked back and him he diverted his gaze and went back to typing.

You managed to get a grip on yourself and calm down, the earlier aura of panic, switching to bored and collected with practiced ease. You bottled stuff up, always had. That was something that hadn’t changed. 


Cheryl was speaking again and you immediately turned your focus to her.
“Thank you for that moment of silence. Many of you were lucky enough to have known my brother personally. Each and every one of you meant the world to Jason.”
Cheryls voice was calm and collected, which you thought was impressive for someone who had just lost her twin.”

But maybe Cheryl Blossom was just like that. You had no frame of reference.
“I loved my brother. He was, and always will be, my soulmate. So I speak with the confidence only a twin could have, Jason wouldn’t want us to spend the year mourning.”

The boy next to you fidgeted as Cheryl talked. You bounced your leg and tried to remain stone faced beside him. You glanced at him to see he was already looking at you. You figured it was just because you were the new girl. But his eyes seemed like he was seeing something more, trying to figure you out instead of just looking.

“Jason would want us to move on with our lives. Which is why I’ve asked the school board not to cancel the back to school semi-formal. but rather to let us use it as a way to heal collectively.–”

People all around you were cheering enthusiastically at the news about the semi-formal. Cheryl had a smile on her face that seemed genuinely warm and sincere.

“–and celebrate my brothers too, too short life on this mortal coil. Thank you all.” Cheryl walked off the small makeshift stage and exited the room.

You grabbed your bag and left through the side door as soon as the assembly was over. You had a spare block and decided to just get some air. You needed the distraction, the break.                                                                                   You sat down under a giant tree with, just enough shade to block you from the lingering summer heat. You grabbed your sketchbook and a pencil from your bag and flipped to a blank page.

You had no idea what you were drawing, you just let the pencil flick across the paper, creating lines. Pretty soon there was a familiar face staring back at you.

Cheryl.

Oaper Cheryl looked like she was scared and upset, angled away like she was running from something. You had no idea why you had drawn it.

You immediately ripped it out of your book and crumpled it up, setting it beside you to be thrown away later.
You had just started scribbling a quick sketch of a little bird that was flitting around on the ground in front of you when an unfamiliar voice startled you out of your bubble.

“So you’re an artist?”

You whipped your head around, looking at the boy from the assembly leaning against the tree.

You brought the sketchbook close to your chest defensively, “I’m drawing, so I guess I must be.” You eyed him apprehensively. “Who are you exactly?”

He shifted his laptop bag on his shoulder. “Jughead Jones. The Third. I sat next to you at the assembly.”

You raised an eyebrow in curiousity, “Jughead Jones the third. That’s…unique.”

He nodded once, looking at you expectantly.

“My names (Y/N) (L/N)–” you paused, a hint of a mischievous smile on your lips. “the first.”

Jugheads lips quirked up for a split second, before switching back to the calculating look he wore at the assembly.  

“So (Y/N), you had a pretty strong reaction to cheryls speech. Did you know Jason?”

You instantly went on the defense. Your arms crossed against your chest and your expression became guarded. “No. I didn’t know anything about him before today.” you lied.

Jughead looked like he didn’t quite believe you, his eyes searching your face for signs of deception, and his expression was hard to read. You can almost see a little press cap and vintage camera. He reminded you of a reporter and that put you more on guard. “I just lost my best friend who was part of a pair of twins. I guess it just hit home.”

Another lie.

Jughead still looked a bit suspicious, but seemed to accept your lie for now. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Betty calling your name.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave.” Jughead remarked dryly before turning and heading in the other direction.

Betty walked over to you and greeted you with a smile. “Hey (Y/N), we didn’t see you after the assembly.”

“Yeah, sorry I just needed some air." 

Betty nodded, her ponytail swishing behind her. "Well, do you want to join us for lunch?”

You smiled, one of the few genuine smiles of that day, “I’d actually love that.”
You packed up your stuff and reached for the balled up sketch from earlier, but it was gone. You hadn’t thought the wind was enough to move it today, but you figured you had misjudged. Not that it really mattered, people didn’t exactly inspect trash. You grabbed your bag and stood up to follow the two teens.


Betty and Kevin made a Beeline for the Red-headed boy from earlier, who was sitting alone at one of the picnic tables scattered around the courtyard. When the three of you sat down he looked up and greeted Betty and Kevin with warm smiles. His eyes were filled with confusion when his gaze landed on you.

Betty quickly introduced you, “(Y/N) meet Archie Andrews.”
Archie gave you a nod of acknowledgment “Hey”

You gave him a small smile and short wave in greeting.

Archie turned his attention to Betty and pulled out a laptop. He started talking but you weren’t listening.

Jughead was staring at you from across the outdoor seating area. You ended up staring right back. His eyes were locked with yours, both of you daring the other to look away. After about a minute Betty’s voice snapped you out of your weirdly intense staring contest.

“(y/n) are you okay? You’re kinda spacing out.”

You blinked a few times to clear your head. “Yeah sorry. Just daydreaming, I guess” You glanced back over to where Jughead had been but he was gone.

Betty nodded and looked at Archie, “Alright, now that (Y/N) is paying attention, you HAVE to play your song for us.”

Archie looked a tiny bit apprehensive but you didn’t think that has anything to do with you. It was the same feeling you get when people ask to see your drawings.
Archie sighed in resignation and hit play, a soft melody pouring through his laptops speakers. it was actually really good, something you hadn’t been expecting.

The song had only been on for about 30 seconds when Veronica walked up to the table,

“Can I join?” Veronica asked with a polite smile.
Archie closed his laptop, and Betty smiled at her “yeah.”  

Veronica moved to sit down with the rest of you, “What are we doing?” Veronica asked.

A proud grin broke out onto Bettys face. “Listening to one of Archies songs.” She leaned closer to Archie.

“I thought we were gonna have to pretend to like it, but its actually really good.”
You grinned at Kevins comment. You actually had been dreading the possibility of pretending to like Archies song, you honestly didn’t have the energy.

“Yeah I actually really really liked it.” You smiled at Archie. You had really liked his song, and hoped one day you guys could actually hear the rest.

Veronica looked kind of confused as she shifted in her seat, “Wait, that was you singing something you wrote?”

Archie looked away “It’s rough.”
Betty, who was starting to sound like Archies personal cheerleader, contradicted him. “No, it’s great.” she said, that huge grin still on her face

You glanced away. Jeez, Betty had it bad for this guy.

“It’s incredible, actually. The little snippet I heard. Is that your thing? Music? Are you doing something with that?” Veronica asked Archie while Betty watched her with a weird expression.

Archie nodded and took a sip of his drink, “Yeah, that’s the plan.” He immediately changed the subject. “So, how’s your guys first day going? good?” this seemed to be directed at you and veronica. You didn’t really have an answer so you just let her answer as you shrugged.

“Not to be a complete narcissist, but I thought people would be more–”
Kevin cut her off, “Obsessed with you? Any other year you’d be trending number one for sure. This year though, its all about Cheryl trying to win the best supporting psycho Oscar for her role as Riverdale Highs bereaved red widow." 

You bristled at this,
"She just lost her twin brother, Kevin. I think you’d be a little messed up too, especially in an accident like that.” Your tone was cold and a switch from the tables previous friendly banter.


An awkward silence fell over the table. Everyone looked a little uncomfortable at your comment and gave you curious looks. After a few moments Archie grabbed his bag “I should go. Meeting with Grundy, then football tryouts.”

Veronica smiled “You play football too? What don’t you do?” she quipped as Archie walked away from the group.

As soon as he was out of earshot you wiggled your eyebrows at Betty, “That right there is a damn good pick Betty.” She ducked her head in embarrassment.
Kevin looked at Veronica and you, “Before you guys ask, no she has not invited-”

Betty suddenly looked kind of panicked and shot the three of you warning stares, “No, not yet. and don’t talk about Archie.” then she quickly went back to nonchalantly eating her food as Cheryl Blossom herself approached your table.

Cheryl walked up to the table and put her hands on her waist, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. The shock and panic from earlier had worn off for you, now Cheryl’s presence was just a fact.

“Veronica Lodge. I’d heard whisperings– I’m Cheryl Blossom.” Cheryl had that off-putting smile on her face the whole time she spoke. “May I sit? Betty, would you mind?”

Without waiting for a response, she sat down as Betty frowned a bit and slid down to the seat directly across from you and Kevin. You shot Betty a sympathetic look as Cheryl turned her attention to the rest of you. You noted that she hadn’t bothered to introduce herself to you, even though you were new as well.
“So, what are you four hens gossiping about? Archies efron-esque emergence from the chrysalis of puberty?” Cheryl had a conspiratorial smile and Betty shook her head as a warning for you and Veronica.

“Extracurriculars. Weatherbee wants me and (y/n) to sign up for a few.” Veronica switched the focus off Archie. At the mention of your name Cheryl finally acknowledged you, looking you up and down with a judgmental stare. You shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. Cheryl seemed to deem you not totally offensive and flashed that fake smile at you as a way of acknowledging your existence.
“Cheer leading! You must. I am senior captain of the river vixens.” Cheryl moved her hair to her other shoulder and watched Veronicas reaction intently.
“Is cheer leading still a thing?” Kevin said before Veronica could answer. You stifled a laugh at the statement and the almost genuine look of confusion on his face.

Cheryl fixed him with a cold stare, annoyance lacing her tone. “Is being the gay best friend still a thing?” She then turned back to Veronica and switched back to cheer leading.“Some people say its retro. I say its eternal and iconic.” She wore a proud smirk.

“At Spence, I sat at the top of the elites pyramid. I’m in.” Veronica said, then looked at you and Betty. “Betty, (y/n) you’re trying out too.”
You just nodded, you had no intention of trying out for cheer leading but weren’t going to say anything in front of Cheryl.

Cheryl looked at you and Betty, once again with that judgy stare, “Of course! Anyone’s welcome to try out.” Cheryl looked down at Bettys plate of food with disdain, “But Betty’s already got so much on her plate right now…And being a vixen is kind of a full-time thing, but open to all!”

You clenched your fists at your sides, your temper getting the better of you. Any sympathy you may have felt for Cheryl was rapidly fading.

Cheryl got up from the table and addressed you and Veronica, “Follow me on Twitter and I’ll do the same. my handles @CherylBombshell” and with a smile she turned and walked away.

Veronica smiled in relief as soon as Cheryl was gone. “Okay go ahead and hate on cheer leading but if Hipster prince Harry–”
Betty interrupted veronica, “Oh, I’d love to be a cheerleader. It would look good on my college applications. But, last year when I tried out Cheryl said I was too fat.”

“Too season 5 Betty Draper. It was a great line.” Kevin the looked guilty and amended with “But not all all true.”

Immediately your already flaring temper got the best of you, “Seriously? Is that what that plate crack was about? that was so rude and uncalled for.”
Kevin hummed in agreement and Betty nodded sheepishly.

“I agree with (y/n), that was a total bitch move. But you’re a total smoke show now, I mean it. As hot and as smart as you are…you should be the Queen Bae of this Drab hive…look, if you want to be a River Vixen, I’ll help you prep. I have moves. You too (y/n), we can all tryout together.”

You vigorously shook your head, “Thanks for the offer, but cheer leading isn’t my scene. I’m going to have to pass. I’ll totally come and provide Moral support though.”
Veronica looked a tiny bit disappointed but nodded in acceptance, “Alright (y/n) is out, how about you Betty?”

Betty looked deep in thought for a few seconds before smiling broadly at Veronica, “Okay, you know what? Show me your moves.”
You grinned at Betty, “I bet it doesn’t hurt that Archie will get to see you at the game, in your cheerleader uniform.”
Betty flushed a deep red and Kevin and veronica both laughed light heartedly. The rest of lunch period was passed in good natured teasing and friendly banter. 


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On the day of the semi-formal you were a lot more adjusted to riverdale, Cheryl was just the schools resident mean girl and Jason was just some boy who had passed away over the summer essentially they were strangers to you. It didn’t matter that they shared a common parent anymore, It was a secret that would be kept, and hopefully completely ignored.

You were walking home from the nearby 7-11 when your phone chimed with an unread text notification. You unlocked your phone and a text from Betty filled your screen.

’(y/n) do you need a ride? we’re going to the dance at 7’
You grinned at your phone.

‘we? meaning you and Archie? ;)’
a few minutes passed with no response before Betty finally answered,

‘We meaning Veronica, Archie and me.’
You frowned at the message, Betty had apparently lost her nerve.

damn :( but no, I don’t need a ride I live like 2 blocks from the school.’
You waited for a response but Betty never answered, You figured she had been caught up in some pre-dance prep or something, and continued on your walk home.

You arrived at your house a few seconds later and unlocked the door. An empty silence greeted you, your mom was away on a business trip.  Your mother worked as a freelance consultant for big corporations and had to travel alot because of it, so you were usually alone in the house.

Growing up you had a housekeeper that would take care of you, but she had died a few years ago. And by that point you were old enough to take care of yourself, so most of the time it was just you.
When your mother was home she would generally be with your grandmother at the retirement home, your grandma had developed dementia and wasn’t usually lucid as of late. But you weren’t close to her so it was harder on your mother than on you.

You shook the depressing thoughts from your head and wandered into the kitchen and put your bag down. It was around three and you still needed to do some homework before getting ready for the dance.
You grabbed the books from your bag and plugged in your headphones, starting on your latest English assignment.

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Four hours later you were all dolled up and headed to the school, your heels clicked on the pavement as you walked, your hair was down and jostled lightly in the cool breeze.

You walked up to the schools front doors and could already hear music pouring from the gym. You walked in to see Betty standing alone.
“Hey, wheres Veronica and Archie? aren’t they your companions for the evening?”
Betty smiled a little sadly and opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Kevin.

“Betty, (Y/n), You will not BELIEVE who just propositioned me in the bathroom. Give you a hint, his name may be moose…But I’d describe a certain appendage of his as as horse-like.”
You choked on a laugh at the description and put a hand over your mouth, “Oh man I knew one of the football players had to be gay, the small town gods demand it." 

Betty was just speechless her mouth open in shock.

Veronica showed up a few seconds later, "Hey (y/n) when did you get here?”
You shrugged, “A minute or so ago.”

She nodded in acknowledgement and turned to Kevin.
“I need a dance partner.” Veronica Grabbed Kevins hand with a grin and led him out to the dance floor. They passed Reggie and Moose on their way while the two boys were filling a flask with punch.

Kevin gave Moose an awestruck look as they passed and Moose quickly averted his gaze, which made you start laughing all over again. Your laughter caused Betty to start giggling too. But your laughter was cut short when Cheryls voice came through the loud speakers.

“Good evening, friends. are you all having a good time?”
The crowd around you clapped and cheered.

“As honorary chairperson and de facto Queen of tonights semi-formal…it is my great pleasure to introduce this evenings main entertainment. To know them is to be obsessed with them. Though they usually perform their own material– tonight they’re making an exception…And debuting a cover of the song my parents claim they were listening to the night Jason and I were conceived, this ones for you, JJ.”

You raised an eyebrow at the song choice, it was a little odd to pick something like that. But before you could comment Archie came up to you and Betty.“Sorry about that…oh hey (y/n)”

“I give you Josie and the pussycats!” Cheryl finished right after Archie spoke.
More cheering erupted around you at the mention of the bands name.
Music filled the gym as a slow song was played by the girls on the stage.

Archie turned to Betty, “Wanna dance?”
Betty broke out into a wide grin and happily accepted, leaving you standing alone at the edge of the room.

You watched with a happy grin on your face as Betty and Archie Danced, smiles on their faces. But your smile was quickly turned into a frown as Bettys face grew serious and she removed her arms from around Archies neck. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you knew it couldn’t be good as Archie looked away from her uncomfortably.

Betty looked upset as the song came to an end and her and Archie stood stiffly beside each other.

You caught up to Kevin and Veronica by the snack table.
“did you guys see Archie and Betty? That really didn’t look good.”
Kevin and Veronica nodded and shared your worried look but before you three could discuss further one of Cheryls friends came up, and invited Veronica and you to an after party at Cheryls

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You were sitting on a couch next to Betty kind of uncomfortable and lost in your own thoughts as you stared intently at a picture of Clifford Blossom, yours and Cheryls father. It was surreal thinking about it, thinking about him, being in this house.

But Cheryls voice interrupted your thoughts.
“It’s game time at chez Blossom, kiddies. We’re going old school tonight Seven minutes in heaven. Who wants to tryst in the closet of love first? My vote is ‘A’ for Archie. Anyone care to second it?”

“Wait, actually–” Archie started to protest but Reggie cut him off.
YES! Andrews. yes.”

Cheryls smile was the sickeningly sweet one as she gestured for everyone to come closer. “All right, gather round kids. Lets see whos riding the ginger stallion tonight.”
She flicked her wrist expertly and the bottle began spinning, Betty and Veronica leaned in intently and you looked on gripped with fear for your friends, you knew Cheryl was up to something and it wasn’t going to be good.

The bottle came to a halt, pointing right between Betty and Veronica. You swore under your breath.
Oooh no way!” Reggie laughed, oblivious to the deeper problems at play.

Betty and Veronica shared an awkward look and Cheryl smirked triumphantly.
“Its clearing pointing to…the new girl. this should be fun.”

Veronica shifted uncomfortably in her seat, “Um, Im not doing this.”

“Thats up to you, but if you don’t…house rules decree the hostess gets to take your turn.” Cheryls tone was antagonistic, she knew exactly what she was doing to those three.

Instead of answering Veronica just looked defeated and Betty looked at Archie looking like she was about to cry.
They walked into the closet and shut the door, You put a hand on Betty’s shoulder and she just stared at the wall, her green eyes glistening.

10 minutes later they were still in the closet.

“Betty its okay, I’m sure Archie and Veronica would never do anything to hurt you.” You tried to reassure her.
Betty was silent and still.

Cheryl watched her with a predatory gaze, her tone was mocking and cruel “(y/n) is right Betty, I’m sure nothing is happening between them.” She smirked as a tear escaped Bettys eye and she ran from the room.

You glared at Cheryl. “Seriously?” your voice was sharp with anger, and you wanted to wipe that stupid triumphant smile off her face, but Betty was more important.

You ran out the front door into the cool night air, but Betty was nowhere in sight.
“Betty?”

No response.
You groaned in frustration and started searching for the blonde.

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Nearly half an hour later you were out of options and everything in this town was closed, except a diner called pop tates, with a resigned huff you decided to check here too as a last ditch effort.

You walked in the building and were instantly hit with the overwhelming smell of food cooking and something sweet. But food wasn’t why you were here.
You walked up to the counter and were greeted by an older man with kind eyes and a warm smile.
“Welcome to pop tates. you new in town?”

You nodded and your gaze darted around searching for Betty.
“Yeah I am listen, have you seen Betty Cooper?”

The man chuckled, “No, not tonight. but you are the second person to come in looking for her.” He gestured towards Archie who was sitting in a booth talking to Jughead. You stormed over to him.

“Archie Andrews I am going to kill you. Do you know how much you hurt Betty going into that closet? You could’ve refused! It’s not like Cheryl had a gun to your head! Or at the very least you could have have come out after the 7 minutes! You knew Betty liked you! You knew and I’m guessing those extra minutes in there weren’t filled with an innocent chat.”

Archie opened his mouth to respond but you cut him off.


“Betty doesn’t deserve this crap. And with Veronica!

way to rub salt in the–”

Archie cut your angry rant off.



“I know I messed up okay?” he looked defeated and heartbroken. “I’m going to go talk to her. I’m going to go fix this.”

“You better Andrews.” you crossed your arms and fixed him with a protective glare, but let him pass.

Jughead was staring at you with a peculiar expression on his face you couldn’t tell what was going on in his head, you didn’t care, not at the moment.

“What?” your tone wasn’t accusing or angry, just tired.

He stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time. 

“How long have you known Betty?”

You looked away and sighed, “I don’t know…a week?”


He nodded once and turned his focus back to his computer. You sat down in the seat across from him without asking and fixed him with a cryptic stare.



Jughead broke the silence, “Why?”

His question surprised you, and you just blinked.

“Why defend a girl you’ve only known for a week?” He pressed.


You sighed and looked down at your lap, your gaze refusing to meet Jugheads.

“I don’t know. people like Betty, she’s so kind and welcoming…Are so rare She accepted me and Veronica immediately. Even though Archie and Veronica had that spark, and she’s so head over heels for him…She still welcomed her welcomed us both treated us like friends. Then Veronica and Archie did what they did and hurt her so badly.”

You paused.



“This town already has enough hurting people.”

Jughead searched your face for a lie, or the hidden meaning behind your words. His Blue-green eyes met yours and you just stared right back, your face was neutral but there was a hint of sadness and Heaviness in your gaze.



You could tell he wanted you to explain further, and again you were reminded of a reporter. Digging at things that maybe should be left alone. And maybe you wanted to tell him…but you couldn’t.

You couldn’t tell anyone.



So, before Jughead had time to ask anything else, you stood up from the booth.

“I’ll see you around Jughead.”


And you left the diner, you walked home, and you went to bed.

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but for the town of Riverdale, the night was far from over.

Try Me

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader where the reader is Unser’s daughter, and Hale keeps flirting with her so she asks Jax to pretend to be her boyfriend to get him to back off. Enjoy the smut ;)

A/N - I’ve done this a little differently to my other fake boyfriend/girlfriend imagines, as I don’t want to seem repetitive :)

Originally posted by journeyslegend

“You don’t even know me. Get to know me, I promise I’ll change your mind.” You’re glad your back is turned as you roll your eyes in annoyance, not sure how long you’re going to be able to keep up the nice girl attitude for.

Turning to face the determined officer, you smile apologetically, your following answer the same as it always is. “Thanks for the offer again David, but I’m not sure things would work between us.”

“Why? Why do you always say that?” he asks, frustration heavy in his tone, his hand on your car door to stop you from leaving. “Is it because of the MC?”

“No-” You open your mouth to start denying his claims, trying to think of another reason not to go out with a dude that you just don’t find yourself attracted to, when you come up with the perfect solution. “Actually, yes. You’re completely right.”

“Listen, I know you’re close with them, but they’re bad people, (Y/N). You could do so much better.” Here he goes again, you think. Same speech as always. He doesn’t even know SAMCRO like you do, nobody does.

“Thanks for the lecture, David, but Jax asked me to be his girlfriend a couple weeks ago, and I said yes.” The pure horror on his face has you biting your lip to contain your smirk. “See you around.”

Walking into the clubhouse, you scan the room swiftly, not spotting the man you’re hoping to see. “He around, Sack?”

“In the apartments.” he responds, walking into the kitchen with a pair of rubber gloves and a plunger. You grimace, knowing Piney’s probably blocked the bog again. Shaking your head, you walk towards Jax’s residence, knocking on the closed door.

“Room service.” you call sarcastically, your voice sickly sweet. The door opens within a few seconds, Jax’s eyebrow raised, his lips turned up into a grin.

“Lucky me, though you’re slightly overdressed for the kind of ‘room service’ I’m used to.” he says, opening the door to let you in. “Wasn’t expecting to see you till’ later on.”

“I know, but I need to talk to you about a little favour so I thought I’d grace you with my wonderful company.” you tease, plonking yourself down on Jax’s bed. Shutting the door, he sits on a box in front of you, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket.

“You can just admit you missed me, babe.” He takes a drag, your eyes capturing the way his cheeks hollow as he inhales the smoke, the action stopping your train of thought. “What do you need me for this time, Princess?“

“Are you ever going to drop that nickname? You’ve called it me for years.” He grins cheekily, the smoke parting from his pink lips as he shakes his head at you, knowing deep down you love the endearment. “Anyway-”

A knock on Jax’s door stops you, the two of you turning to see Chibs’. “Sorry to interrupt. Cops are here.”

“Could they be any further up our asses?” Jax spits rhetorically, discarding his cigarette in an ashtray on his cabinet before standing up. You follow him as he leaves the room, Chibs leading the way as the three of you head out to the front. All you’re thinking is please don’t be Hale.

You curse silently as you see the man himself standing against his police car, Jax tensing up as he sets eyes on the deputy. “You’re here so much I’m starting to think you wanna patch in.”

Hale just scowls, his eyes shifting to you as you move from behind Jax, stepping to take position between the Scot and the VP. He watches you for a moment, and you know Jax catches it as you see him look at you questioningly, a pleading look on your face as you hope he just follows your lead.

“We got a call about a guy on a motorcycle running a red light a few blocks from here.” You sigh in disbelief, having a sneaking suspicion that his visit is more out of spite than anything else. “Just here to check your plates.”

“Jesus, how bad did you piss off my dad to go from murders to speeding tickets?” you sass, folding your arms across your chest. Chibs chokes down his chuckle from next to you, taking a drag from his cig to keep down his humour.

“I’m here because it’s my job, (Y/N), to make Charming a safer place for our citizens.” You roll your eyes, nodding slowly. “Something bothering you?”

“Woah, I thought you were here for us, not for the chief’s daughter. Check your plates and you can be on your way.” Jax states protectively, not liking the way Hale is speaking to you. The officer glares in response, his hand moving to rest on the handcuffs on his belt.

“I wonder how the chief would feel if he knew what you were up to with his daughter.” Hale snaps, his whole entity dripping with jealousy. You swallow nervously, trying to hide the anxiety from your face.

Chibs laughs loudly this time, a laugh so loud with amusement that you can’t help but smile. “Jackie, you naughty boy.”

You share a look with your ‘boyfriend’, him smirking, a cocky grin spreading across his face. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in, Jax’s reaction of enjoyment rather than horror making you feel confident in your lie.

“Oh, I get it now. You’ve got a soft spot for my girl here, and you’re pissed she chose me over you.” Jax says, rolling his tongue over his lower lip smugly. “Not that you were even an option.”

“You watch your mouth, Teller.” Hale warns, his eye twitching as he steps up to Jax, the tension heavy between the two men.

“Or what?” Jax challenges, anger radiating off him in waves.

“We got a problem here, boys?” The voice of your dad cuts through the ever brewing argument, him smiling at you loving before turning his attention back to the two amped up males. “Hale, you’re not stationed to be here.“

You, Chibs and Jax watch on as Hale turns into a flushed mess, having no decent excuse for ever coming to TM in the first place - though you all know why he did.

“Thanks, dad.” You hug your father as you speak, him squeezing you tightly before leaving you to it.

“So, something you need to tell me?” Jax asks as you sit on the bench outside, embarrassment crawling up your body. “Wasn’t aware I was taken, darlin’.”

He nudges you playfully, your hands covering your face as you groan. “He’s been pestering me for weeks, figured you were the best deterrent.”

“Thanks.” Jax deadpans, a small smirk on his face as he passes you the cig, you taking a drag as you think about what to say. “Glad I could be of service, I guess.”

“Thanks for going along with it. Guess I owe you one.” You tap off the ash and pass the stick back, biting your lip anxiously. “How about I do you a favor?”

“Sweetheart, no offence but the kind of favours I’d like to have you do for me aren’t exactly innocent.” You cough, his reply completely unexpected, your core tingling involuntarily.

“Try me.” you tease, your gaze flickering to his lips for just a second, your hand coming to rest on his thigh, fingertips inching upwards.

Next thing you know, the two of you are locked at the lips, thankful that the clubhouse is empty, the others off on runs and whatever else. “How long have we got?”

“Half hour, tops.” Jax mumbles, connecting his lips back to yours, his tongue in your mouth eliciting a moan from you. “I don’t see us lasting that long to be honest, darlin’.”

You squeal as you feel yourself being lifted, the pool table becoming your seat as Jax places you on top. You rip at his flannel, the buttons scattering all over the room. Your fingers explore up and down his chiseled chest as he begins to nibble and suck at your neck, your eyes closing in pleasure as he works his way down.

“Please, Jax…” you pant, your underwear positively soaked as his tongue slips over your exposed skin. He practically growls at your pleading, him ripping himself from you as he expertly undoes his jeans, the fabric pooling at his ankles, his boxers joining the denim.

Your eyes widen as his cock stands before you, you pressing your thighs together subconsciously as the ache grows stronger. “Like what you see, Princess?”

“Don’t get too smug, Jackson, gotta see if you can fuck me well enough, first.“ His hands pull at your shorts, you lifting your ass to help assist as he rids the material from your legs. Once he’s discarded the fabric somewhere across the room, he connects his lips back to yours, lifting and squeezing your ass as he moves to you to the edge of the table.

You barely feel him move your underwear to the side before he sinks into you, a gasp leaving your lips as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth biting at your skin as he fills you up.

You dig your nails into his biceps as he moves out of you, slamming back in deeply. He pulls back, loving the expressions you make as he fucks you so well, the little moans and gasps leaving your lips making him want to explode there and then.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to feel you around me, (Y/N).” You place your hands behind you to steady yourself, your pussy feeling even wetter as he talks to you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“I’m so close, already. Fuck, just like that.” you whine as he hits all the right places, his strokes alternating in speed, but never lacking in power.

You rub your clit, clenching your pussy as you come, your mouth open yet nothing comes out. “That’s it, come for me, baby. Good girl.”

Jax grips the back of your neck as he speeds up his thrusts, his gaze locked on yours as he gets closer and closer to climaxing. You’re practically on fire as you feel another orgasm creeping up on you, the pure hunger in Jax’s eyes making you more sensitive than ever.

“Who knew you could take cock so well.” he whispers as he drills into you, a high pitched moan slipping from your lips. “Imagine if someone walked in right now, saw what a dirty slut you are, so desperate for me.”

His degrading words push you over the edge, a loud curse leaving you as stars fill your vision, Jax continuing to slam into you as he rides you through your high. “You gonna take my come, hm? Gonna let me fill you up like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, fuck, please Jax.” you plead desperately, your nails clawing down his stomach as he places hos forehead against your own, his eyes clenching shut as he let’s go.

He kisses you roughly as he comes inside of you, his hips gently rocking as his hot spurts shoot inside of you, your teeth sucking at his bottom lip.

He pulls out of you slowly, his juices and your own dripping from your satisfied pussy, your body feeling empty without his shaft inside of you.

Jax buckles up his pants, grabbing your shorts before lifting you up as if you weigh nothing. He carries you down the hall, just in time in fact as voices begin to fill the clubhouse.

Reaching his room, he places you down on the bed, his body crawling over yours as he moves a piece of hair from your face. “I’ve gotta go for a vote, but when I get back, we’re gonna see how sexy you look on your hands and knees.”

With that, he’s gone, leaving you shaken and hungry for more.

A/N - It’s been a whileeeeeee since I wrote some smut, but I’m so glad with how this turned out!!!! Hope you guys likeddddddd xxxx

Mirror, Mirror

Originally posted by jonginssoo

OTP(s): Oh Sehun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,622

Sypnosis: Who knew lust could follow after a dumb argument in gym class?

Warnings: Explicit sexual content involving two-way mirrors, raven-haired Sehun, Oh Sehun in general


Physical education was probably the only class in the universe where things could turn from moderately temperate to indescribably heated in the small interval of seven minutes.

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In retrospect Ford should have probably guessed that whatever Rick Sanchez had planned as a birthday adventure for Stanley and him would result in some sort of bizarre phenomenon that would inevitably result in trouble. Yet somehow, here he was, plummeting through the atmosphere of an alien planet, watching in pure scientific fascination while his entire body rapidly shrunk as he regressed in age.

“Yeeehhaaaaaa! I haven’t felt this spry in decades!” Fiddleford exclaimed as his beard vanished into the youthful face of a child.

“Pretty sweet, huh?” Rick called up from where he casually lay back free falling like he had no care in the world. He looked smugly like it was perfectly normal that he’d be a near seventy year old man in the body of a pale blue haired child skydiving towards an unknown alien landscape. “The atmosphere on this planet does some w-wild shit to mammalian genetics! Rrr-urp-re-reacts like a fountain of youth so to sp-speak. It’ll wear off when we leave but for the day, say ff-fuck you to ar-arthritis and enjoy being ten again boys!”

“Woah-oh cool!” Stanley yelled with the enthusiastic high pitch his voice hadn’t had since puberty. He flapped around laughing in his now vastly oversized suit for a moment, but Ford could have counted down on six fingers how long it took for the amusement to wear off and Stan to notice they were still falling rather fast towards the ground. “Uh hey, Rick? You got a plan for landing, right?”

“Huh? N-No shit, I just had us all drop outta the sky so we could rapidly de-age in a dramatic way only to die moment’s later when w-we hit the ground like pancakes.” Rick scoffed as his small arm fished in his oversized labcoat for something. “Wh-what kind'f-of mad genius do you take me for, Lee?”

With a flourish of his hand Rick produced a small capsule that he casually tossed beneath them. It quickly inflated mid air into a bouncy castle spire that caught their fall and delivered them safely to the planet’s ground through a large inflatable slide. Ford was not certain what calculations had gone into the elaborately childish safety device but there was definitely some sort of false gravity adjustment inside the oversized balloon castle that resulted in the desired safe landing instead of being flung back into the stratosphere upon impact. In short, Rick was clearly showing off.

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I’m a Man (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: I wanted to make a request where a member of bts meets someone who used to babysit him and he shows that babysitter what a man he’s become. lol I don’t really care which member and thank you!

Genre: Fluff / Suggestive Content

Words: 1.8k+

Author: Admin Nan


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How to Change a Fuqboi (Hoseok)

Word Count: 3,912

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet and “Not My Type at All” by Jacob Whitesides

Rated M (language and like REALLY REALLY suggestive sh!t yo 😂)

Originally posted by ultranicolet

How To Change A Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Bonding and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)

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Step 1) Pay attention to first impressions*

After a little…thinking time, I have decided to write this last volume in sight of the fact that there is something we failed to discuss earlier.

In the words of the great poet William Shakespeare, “Some are born as a fuckboy, some achieve fuckboy-hood, and some have fuckboy-hood thrust upon them.” Okay, yes, I changed it a LITTLE. But that’s beside the point. In this volume, we will be addressing the third version, those that have “fuckboy-hood thrust upon them” which I will henceforth reference as a “convert.” Often times, these are guys who have experienced emotional trauma in a romantic relationship, but instead of working toward a healing resolution, they will compensate by seeking comfort in… something else.

Jung Hoseok, a name that anyone- nay, EVERYONE in the Middle Earth dormitory has heard.

Jung Hoseok, the dancer, the straight A student, the part time waiter in the university’s only sit-down restaurant.

Jung Hoseok, the most notorious fuckboy on campus.

See, rumor has it, he keeps this list, a LITERAL list. It has no title and no explanation, but neither is ever really necessary. It only consists of names…about three hundred of them, though the general consensus stands that slightly more than half are crossed out. And let’s just say it’s not because he’s handing out party invitations.

So obviously, when you moved into your Middle Earth apartment, having transferred over from another university, within the first two days you knew who he was and that you should stay the hell away from him at all costs.

You want NOTHING to do with Jung Hoseok.

It’s not that he’s trouble, because let’s face it, you are NO stranger that word in any sense, but rather your avoidance of him has everything to do with how you first met and what he said to you. Or maybe what he didn’t say.

The empty carton of cigarettes stares back at you with a vengeance, the last one poised between your fingers.

By now, one would think you’d learn to keep a reserve, but NO. You let your vices eat you alive and then cyclically get angry when you neglect them out of laziness. You shrug, skillfully flicking on your lighter before letting the tip of the flame kiss the edge of the cigarette.

Fine. Whatever. Learn nothing, that’s okay too.

Taking a thoughtful drag, shifting your position at the base of the tree, you pull out this quarter’s class schedule and the campus map to look them over one last time instead of watching students pass between small dormitory buildings, meeting neighbors, greeting friends.

As you have or desire neither, you devote your attention to the paper, pretending to be thoroughly interested in wherever the hell “Science Lecture Hall B” is located- especially as some boy decides that out of ALL the decorative trees to sit under, he’ll be occupying the space under YOURS.

“You know this is a smoke free campus, right?” he deposits his book bag beside the trunk, looking at you like you just killed a man.

You arch an eyebrow, unsure whether to be irritated or curious, “You know I don’t actually care, right?”

“Great, because I don’t either,” he laughs at his own bad joke, taking a seat and stretching out his legs. You’ve got to admit (or I’ll force you to), he’s a little attractive with his bright smile, tanned skin, lean frame, and dark, feathery hair- but oh GOD is that a choker?

“Fantastic,” you smirk before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke right into his face, hating the burning, but loving the coughing fit your new companion bends into.

“Was that…really necessary?” he bats at the air, action so (possibly unintentionally) comical that it makes you laugh. The boy seems to take this as the go-ahead to continue, “You got a name?”

“Would you believe me if I said no?” you’re more amused than anything at this point, ego being stroked fervently by his insistence on finding everything you say hilarious. You want to believe your interactions are reluctant, but the smile on your face as you tell him your name says otherwise.

He extends his hand for a shake and you’re one hundred percent ready to accept the greeting until he says, “I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok.”

“Oh.”

You immediately retract, having skimmed the skin of his palm, watching him now with a look of disgust. His smile falls.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You stand, shoving your schedule into your bag so haphazardly that it audibly crumples, “Don’t think I haven’t heard your name before. I know what you are.”

“What I am…?”

You decide to not grace him with an answer, opting instead to walk away. But the persistent boy follows.

“Wait, what do you mean? I don’t understand.”

If your roommate hadn’t warned you about him, you might think Hoseok is actually upset by your leaving, rather than simply pining for attention. If your name is on that notorious list of his, you want absolutely nothing to do with him- a thought that I encourage enthusiastically.

You drop the cigarette, stomping on the smoldering end until satisfied, words gruff, “You don’t NEED to understand. Now, unless you have a pack of smokes that you want to share, we’re done here.”

*Elaboration: first impressions are not always correct and should not be used to judge the ENTIRETY of a person, but rather your impression of them should based in what they do to maintain a good image or repair a bad one.

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Lovely Boy (Ethan x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by martziplier98

(( gif not mine - how intense ))

(A/n): the title is all I feel for right now

Requests:

aaa I’d like to request something for Ethan? like where you’re having a hard time going to sleep & Ethan sings & cuddles ^^

I am sorry I am not sure if your requests are open and if you have something like this, but could you please write something where the reader has a nightmare that sends her into a fit and Ethan sings her to sleep? Sorry and thank you 

Warnings: this is so sappy ew

I DON’T OWN THE SONG USED

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God it was really cold. Not actually. But that’s what it felt like to you- and you weren’t even conscious. Deep in a clasp of discomfort, your body involuntarily wiggled itself around.

Turning up pillows and thin laying sheets, you were suddenly struck awake all at once.

Crisp sweat coated your forehead and your eyes conveyed immediate disunderstanding.

‘A nightmare.’ you had thought.

They hadn’t frequented you since you were small. Horrid spinal figures prancing around your head was enough to keep you awake, adult or not. A childish dream- that’s what it was.

You chanced your eyes at the digital clock that stood upon your bedside table.

2:34am.

Without you hearing came footsteps in the outside corridor. Your door opened silently and someone pushed themselves within your doorway.

“(Y/n)?” spoke a voice.

It had scared you half to death, flinching violently in your spot upon the small bed. The words had really come from your friend; Ethan.

Seems he was awake as well, due to editing schedules. Ethan was even wearing headphones around his neck as he entered the room. His blue eyes may have matched yours in dull fatigue but they did not offer fear in the same way. They did, however, hold concern.

“Barely.” you mumbled “A goddamn… damn nightmare.”

You thought that he’d laugh, sure of it. But Ethan’s face never flashed amusement- didn’t contort into a wolf grin.

“Really?” he questioned; worried.

Stepping up to your bed noiselessly, Ethan removed his headphones, placing them by your bedside. He sat quaintly on the edge of the furnishment.

“Fancy talking about it?” the male asked, trying to be light.

If you were to speak about it, you were sure sleep wouldn’t come to you again that night. So as a response, you instead shook your head- peering down at your lap sadly.

“Oh…” said Ethan.

He felt a little defeated. The boy wanted to help his friend, but now he didn’t know exactly what else he could do. The both of you were close, out of everyone else that lived with you in the house.

You two were close.

“What if I were to sing to you, then?”

Ethan’s words were usually soft, but in the instance, they were soaked with empathy.

You didn’t even take time to look at him through the darkness. You pushed forth a dry “Okay.”

“Okay…” the boy repeated.

Awkwardly, he shifted on your bed. He wasn’t sure why he was even in your room. He had let himself in, without even asking first. What an idiot. Then he goes about and asks if he can sing to you? It’s two in the morning, I guess, what has he got to lose.

“You are…” he began.

Ethan was really going through with it. Ultimately surprised, your past fear began to spill away, anticipation replacing it.

“You are my sunshine.

My only sunshine.

You make me happy, when skies are grey.

Ethan’s voice sounded coarse at first; unsure. Though either way, it was skillful. Beautiful. Immediately, it lightened your spirits.

“You’ll never know dear,

how much I love you.

Please, don’t take

my sunshine

away.”

The blue haired boy then began to hum a bit.

“You’re making me tired again.” you uttered, not fighting heavy eyelids.

You sitting position started to falter, wavering unsteadily for many moments, before eventually landing yourself upon Ethan’s shoulder gently.

Abruptly, his hummed silenced. Charming the darkness with red cheeks, Ethan opened his mouth once more. He let go of a hushed, quiet melody.

“The other night dear,

when I lay sleeping.

I dreamt I held you in my arms.”

Ethan protectively embraced your sleeping form with only one of his arms, the other lay still upon his lap. Afterwards, he sweetly pushed you back down against your soft bed, laying atop of you your duvet.

“When I awoke dear,

I was mistaken.

So I hung, my head…”

Ethan silenced himself for a moment, viewing you in thought. He stood to leave, grabbing his headphone and replacing them around his neck. The boy couldn’t help but smile as he looked back to you just as he reached the doorway.

“So I hung, my head… and cried…” you mumbled dreamily, allowing a sleepy smile to pull upon your lips as you slept.

“Goodnight, my sunshine.” he chuckled.

_____

(A/n): OML EWW WHY

ssilverstreak  asked:

“Maybe I’m just crazy.” LadyNoir

“Looks like I win this one My Lady,” Chat said twirling his baton before striking an arrogant pose. 

“That wasn’t a fair challenge, you are taller than I am.”

“You never said I had to play fair.” 

“Alright fine what’s your question?” Ladybug sighed. 

Chat tilted his head to the side clearly debating what bit of information he wanted to get this time. 

As much as she grumbled and teased Ladybug had to admit she rather liked these bizarre game they had begun with each other. On slow nights they would come up with all sorts of competitions and the winner would get to ask the other a question that they had to answer truthfully. He had never pushed for anything that would be a dead giveaway as to her identity, sticking instead to more neutral things like favorite dessert or what she thought the most important quality in a good parent was. It didn’t hurt that she won their little contests more often than not, and it had proven to be an extremely effective way of learning more about her partner without letting on how curious she herself was as to who the boy behind the mask really was. After all, he had made no secret of the fact that he would happily tell her anything she wanted to know right down to his name and address. 

Still, despite her insistence on continued secrecy, she selfishly treasured all the little tidbits that she had gathered thus far on her partner. He loved cheesy movies and liked to sing along with musicals- even though singing was not his strong suit. He had a terrible sweet tooth but hated having chocolate in the morning. He preferred tea to coffee and craved sushi whenever he was in a bad mood. He thought girls looked sexier when they left some things to the imagination and his idea of a perfect date was cuddling under blankets while watching movies and playing video games. While she had never said it allowed to anyone, part of her secretly hoarded these secrets in hopeful anticipation of the day she would walk the streets of Paris no longer clad in red and black, but still side by side with the laughing, blond haired boy who had become one of her dearest friends. 

“Ok,” Chat said, pulling her attention back from her musings, “I have my question.” 

She looked at him expectantly. 

“Why won’t you go out with me? And don’t give me the “I don’t know who you are, speech cause I know that’s not what this is about,” he said before she could launch into her usual argument. 

“Maybe I’m just crazy,” she said, fiddling with her yo-yo and trying to sound flippant.” 

“Look,” Chat said leaning against a chimney, “I am not gonna get upset, and I am not using this to try to guilt you into anything I promise. I just…” he dropped his eye contact, “You’re the only person I’ve ever tried to pursue and we both know that was a bust, so I want to know what I am doing wrong.” 

“I see,” Ladybug said, not sure how to interpret the strange mishmash of feelings his statement caused, “did you… I mean, have you met someone?” 

“No… yes… I donnow… Maybe. I just thought… I figured I should know where I am going wrong so if I do decide to try for something I won’t completely crash and burn.” 

“Oh, Kitty,” she said, torn between amusement and horror at his look of complete dejection, “it was never anything wrong with you. Any girl would be lucky to have you- or boy, I mean you never really said-” 

“It’s a girl,” he said, rolling his eyes playfully and giving her a small smile, “you haven’t completely ruined me for other women bugaboo.” 

“Well, regardless, it was never about you.” She felt her face flushing a little as she tried to meet his eye, “I never really said anything because I didn’t want to be mean but, I sort of already like someone else.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said looking panicked, “I didn’t… I mean I should have guessed-” 

“It’s ok,” she laughed, “it’s not like we are together. And besides, while you may be a flirt you are hardly overstepping. In fact you are a rather gentlemanly tomcat,” she teased. 

“Well of course My Lady,” he said with a bow, “you deserve nothing less after all.” He straightened with a smile but his tail still twitched nervously. “So I’m not completely hopeless then?” 

“Not at all,” she said warmly. “If it wasn’t for the fact that I already have someone I might have even thought about asking you out,” she admitted. He preened at the compliment, the familiar happy gleam lighting up his face at her approval. “But don’t take that as an excuse to sit around waiting for me,” she said poking him lightly in the nose.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said smiling and batting her hand away, “besides all I ever wanted was your happiness and if you think you can find that with… whoever it is you like, then that’s enough for me.” 

“Thank’s Chat,” she smiled. 

“Just make sure you invite me to the wedding.” 

“Chat…” 

“Trust me you want me at this wedding. A Ladybug wedding would be incomplete without Chat Noir you know.” 

“Ok. I promise you’ll be there.” 


(All drabbles for this series can be found tagged as #4 word prompt drabbles on my page.)

Future Hearts Pt.1 (M)

PT.1 | PT.2 | PT.3 | PT.4 | PT.5 |

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Punk!Jungkook

Word Count: 14,241 i’m so sorry

Description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook. 

A/N: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana”

Originally posted by jen-kook

↠ we’ve got scars on our future hearts


The icy breeze whipped across your face as you started your approach towards the building. The speed of your heart was increasing with every step, your legs began to weigh you down like lead, and your breathing became harsh and ragged. Nerves were infecting your body, intensifying as you finally reached the automatic doors. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before finally stepping forward. The doors opened for you, and the bustling Busan train station was revealed.

Noises echoed in every direction, you watched as people quickly rushed towards their trains, and you suddenly figured that you should do the same. You shook away your wonder as you started to go through bag check, but your eyes still manage to drift around the building that you remembered all too well.

It was quieter back then, or maybe it wasn’t. You might’ve just been so numbed by all of the pain you were feeling that you couldn’t sense anything else. Your eyes glide across the path that had been etched into your mind for the past year and a half.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I love you so much. I really fucking do.”

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Teen Romance Flick 101

Word Count: 14K+
Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader
Summary: After failing your Algebra test you have to ask Peter Parker– one of the best students– to be your tutor. As you get to know each other better, feelings begin to develop between the two of you.
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is one of the most common tropes and let me tell ya: I haven’t got one single regret. I kept characters nameless and generic because I don’t want to mess up the characterization of the Homecoming characters– but I’ll probably update this fic when it comes out to make it fit better in that universe. [F/N] stands for Full Name in case you don’t realize it. 


You stare at the giant red F on your test and you feel your stomach clenching, because you studied so much for this test and it still wasn’t enough. The bell rings and your classmates stand up, rushing out of the room to get out as soon as possible– but you stay behind, putting everything on your backpack slower than usual. Once everyone is out you walk to your teacher and take a deep breath before coughing to get her attention.

“Ah, [Y/N]. I was thinking you were going to talk to me after class.” She says with a warm smile and that makes you feel worse– because she’s an incredible teacher and person and she tried so hard with you, but no matter how much effort comes from both of you the fact that you are a big class with many students is a guarantee that she just won’t be able to give you all the attention you need to fully understand what you have to do.

You smile back but it’s only half-hearted– and she sighs and joins her hands on top of her desk.

“You can take a make-up test in two weeks– and that’s the best I can do to help you work out a solution for your grade.” You feel your soul returning to your body and let out a sigh of relief, because not everything is lost.

“Thank you so much. I really tried but Algebra is just so hard for me–” You say apologetically and she lifts up a hand, shaking her head.

“I know you did. You’re a good student, [Y/N]. I know that. Which is why I have a suggestion for you– to help you understand Algebra better.”

“Yes! Anything, really.” You respond eagerly, nodding.

“A tutor. A student who has no problem with the subject and can explain things to you one on one– someone you can ask any questions you possibly have how many times you want.”

“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. Well… I guess it’s because I only know two people who are good at Algebra, and they have way too much on their plates for me to ask them to tutor me on top of that. So, do you know about anyone I can ask?” You ask with a hopeful smile, while wracking your brain to try and remember which students in other classes are good at Algebra– but you’ve never cared enough to find out so you come up empty. Your teacher grins and nods.

“Peter Parker.”

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deranged

“Move.” You hear someone mumble behind you in an low and irritated voice.

You turn around startled by their rudeness. He was looking right at you his face  clearly annoyed. He made your nervous right away. He was good-looking, the type of good-looking guy you only see in movies or models. His features were sharp and perfect. His hair was a nice shade of brown, it wasn’t that dark or that light and you liked the way it slightly covered his eyebrows. He had on a grey cardigan and white button up underneath, with some black slacks clearly showing he had a good sense of fashion. A backpack hung lazily off his left shoulder showing he was a student just like you.

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paleesky  asked:

HELLO!! ;) Soo I have a prompt for you... Keith has hiccups and his hiccups are adorable...what is Shiro's reaction?? Yes this is for the voltron family au

[The Voltron Family] Saturday morning. The whole family was eating by the breakfast table. Shiro handing more bacon to Hunk’s plate, Keith making sure Lance didn’t make a mess with his food. Pidge was being carried by Keith because she was still so sleepy and didn’t want to sit on the stool, plus, she loved nibbling Keith’s neck—she had an oral fixation at the age of four and no matter how much they try to correct it, she just really liked it. 

Shiro: *looks at Keith* Want to switch?
Keith: *caresses Pidge’s back* Nah, it’s fine. Let her be.
Shiro: Keith, you know, one day you’re going to be headless because of your daughter. *chuckles*
Keith: *glares* I’d rather die in the arms of my own daugh—

Before Keith could finish, he started to hiccup which caught him by surprise and everyone else in the kitchen. They all turned towards him.

Pidge: *stops and looks at Keith* Daddy? *tilts her head*
Keith: Yes, sweet pe— *hiccups* *covers mouth*
Pidge: *giggles in delight* *touches Keith’s cheeks* Daddy.
Keith: *turns to Pidge*
Pidge: *kisses Keith loudly with a smack on the cheek*
Keith: *melting from so much affection* Awww, sw— *hiccups*
Lance: *turns to Shiro* Daddy Shiro, what’s wrong with Daddy Keith? Why does he sound funny? *laughs*
Shiro: *smiles* He has a hiccup, buddy.
Hunk: *confused* Like from How To Train Your Dragon? *looks around* I don’t see him anywhere. *looks at Keith in horror* Did Daddy Keith eat Hiccup? 
Keith: *frowns* I didn’t *hiccups* baby *hiccups* Of cour— *hiccups* not. *grunts*
Shiro: *stands up and gives Keith a glass* Why don’t you drink water, sweetheart? It might go away.

It didn’t. And Keith just glared at Shiro. 

Shiro: Hmmm, maybe the kids might know a thing or two. *smirks*
Lance: *taps Hunk* Use The Google, Hunk!! 
Hunk: *nods and grabs the iPad* *searches on google* *types* What. Do. We. Do. When. Daddy. Keith. Has. A. Hiccup.
Shiro: *knows all the remedies but still joins the fun* So? Anything interesting to cure your Daddy, boys? *leans in*
Hunk: *furrows eyebrows* The Google isn’t helping. There’s nothing.
Shiro: *amused* Why don’t you delete “Daddy Keith,” maybe that will work?
Hunk: *does what he’s told* Oh! There!
Lance: *reads* It says one, hold your breath. Two, put a pinch of sugar under your tongue. Three, ask someone to scare you. *looks at Keith* Hey! We could do number three, Daddy Keith!
Keith: No one *hiccups* Is *hiccups* going *hiccups* to scare *hiccups* Me!
Hunk: Then let’s do number one. *turns to Keith* Hold your breath.
Lance: And count to 100!!! *excited smile*
Shiro: Your Daddy Keith might die if he counts to 100. 10 will do.
Keith: *rolls his eyes* *nods* *holds his breath and mentally counts*
All four: *looks at him expectantly*
Keith: *hiccups* *frowns*
All four: *groans collectively* 
Lance: The Google is a liar. *crosses arms*
Hunk: Hey! Don’t be mean. It was just trying to help.

Keith still had hiccups as he went to the living room to get his phone, he was about to head back to the kitchen with his family when suddenly Lance appeared from behind the wall to scare him that he almost dropped his phone.

Keith: *shock* What the heck, Lance?! 
Lance: *giggles* Did I scare you? Did it work, Daddy Keith?
Keith: *hiccups* *looks pointedly at Lance*
Lance: Oh, sweet niblets. *stomps his foot in annoyance*

Keith just shook his head in amusement. He appreciated his son’s effort despite it being a failure. He turned around only to be surprised when Shiro pulled him into a deep kiss. Keith pulled Shiro closer as he smiled into their kiss and pushed them further away from the children’s sight. They tried to be quiet as much as possible but Shiro couldn’t help himself let out a giggle when he almost bumped into the railings of the stairs. Keith didn’t give a damn, it just gave him an opening and when Shiro bit his lower lip, he detached himself and glared at Shiro.

Keith: *offended* You bit me. Hard. How dare you? In my own house?!!
Shiro: *smirks* Well, at least it worked. 
Keith: What? *confused*
Shiro: *grins* Come here, you. *pulls Keith once again* *whispers in his ear* Your hiccups. 
Keith: *blinks* Oh. *laughs* *then realizes what Shiro did* Still! You bit me! 
Shiro: *laughs* I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you then. *leans in for another make out session*
Hunk: *shouts from the kitchen* Daddy Shiro! Pidge is biting the table again!!
Shiro and Keith: *rolls their eyes and stop midway*
Keith: Remind me again why we got kids?
Shiro: Shut up. You love them. *shakes his head fondly* Now c’mon before that daughter of yours eats our whole house.

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Prompt by the amazing: vividimagines


Working forensics had always been a dream of yours. You weren’t ashamed to admit that a love for procedural shows like CSI was a big part of that dream. After all, their science writers weren’t completely wrong, and it was good to actually enjoy your job.

Even if it made it harder to like your shows.

Besides, there was more than just the pleasure of solving puzzles going for you. After you graduated from Midway College, you’d taken a position as an assistant CSI at CCPD. A lot of the force seemed slow to warm up to you, except for Barry Allen, one of the other CSIs. Really, Barry was sort of the de facto lead in the CSI division. Apparently he’d been an assistant himself before the lightning strike and his coma, but since his recovery, his reports were so detailed that it was almost like he’d been there himself. More importantly to you, Barry had become one of your best friends here.

You liked to tease him about gaining clairvoyance during his coma. Barry, naturally, said he was always that good. Which you would be more inclined to believe if it weren’t for the other shining bright spot in your life. Your secret admirer.

Every day when you got to the lab at CCPD, there would be flowers at your desk. Some days, they had been delivered by a florist, others they seemed to be handpicked. The type of flower wasn’t always the same either. You’d often walk in to find sunflowers and baby’s breath, but it was just as likely for you to find lilies and tulips or the more traditional roses.

Today was daisies.

Smiling, you tucked one of the stems behind your ear before picking up the first case of the day.

“Hey Allen,” you teased when the man finally showed up. “Too busy communing with the spirits to make it in on time?”

He just laughed it off, smiling almost as brightly as your daisies. Normally, you thought morning people should be shot on sight, but Barry you could make an exception for.

“Why would I need to see into the past, Y/N? I’ve got mad skills.”

Barry also had a mad caffeine addiction, as he was clearly halfway through with his coffee already, and Jitters wasn’t that far away. But you were polite enough not to say anything. That, and your hands were full starting a fiber analysis.

“If that were the case, you’d be able to tell me who it is that keeps sending me flowers. Come on, Barry. I’m obviously too close to the situation to see all of the evidence for what it is. I’d like to use a lifeline here, and you’re my only hope.”

Barry gave an exaggerated sigh. He clearly didn’t think this mystery was as important as you did. You were pretty sure he found the fact you couldn’t crack this on your own amusing. He certainly smiled whenever you mentioned it.

“Okay, first, that was a horrible reference mash up. Don’t do that again.” Oh, he was so lucky your hands were busy, or you’d have thrown something at him. And missed, because the boy was too skinny to be a proper target. But still. “Second, I already told you, Y/N. I don’t have any idea who keeps bringing you flowers. Why? Do you want to throw things at them too?”

He really knew you too well.

“No, I.. I just want to thank them. And… well, get to know them. Find out what they want from me. Wouldn’t you?”

“Ah, I guess,” you couldn’t see his face right now, you were holding part of the fiber sample near a lit flame to see if if reacted to the heat at all. Still, it sounded like he was smiling. “I’m sure he.. they.. know you appreciate it.”

Placing the fiber actually in the flame for a moment, you watched it self extinguish. This never got old. “Yeah? How do you figure?”

“Well.. because they keep bringing flowers. They wouldn’t if they thought you didn’t like them, right?”

Okay, Barry had a point. And this fiber was some sort of nylon.

“Fair. I still want to actually meet them. I mean, properly. Does that make any sense?”

You looked over to his desk to see Barry watching you with an expression you couldn’t place.

“Maybe you will someday, Y/N. When they feel like they’re able to be honest with you.”

Hopefully, you thought, that day would come sooner than later.

Sirius x Reader: Pureblood

Warnings: argument with mum

Requested: yes (it’s so late I’m so sorry)

A/N: THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKE IT- GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Thank you all so much for the support! (Also 1,600 followers?! I love y’all) I hope you enjoy reading this my loves and that it was worth the wait!!xx

I posted ‘pictures’ of the dresses described which you can check out HERE or a few posts down on my blog!

“MOTHER! I AM NOT WEARING THIS!” You yelled, looking at yourself in the mirror. A dark green gown with silver ruffles- Slytherin much? “When I walk in, roll your eyes to my mum- she won’t scream at you next mistake you make.” You whisper to the stylist stood behind you.

“Oh- Miss- I’m not sure what you mean.” She stuttered.

You winked at her and smiled before hiking your dress up and walking into the main room.

“Y/N, it’s the perfect colours.” Your mother said, smiling sourly at you.

“Mother, I’m not wearing it. Unless you want me to spend the party reminding everyone I’m a half blood.” You taunted.

“Find something.” She ordered, turning to the brown haired stylist behind you.

Your mother, Adia, had been ‘tricked’ by your father. When they first met, your dad thought she was joking about being a witch and ‘joked’ that he was also a pureblood from the North. So, long story short, she got pregnant and soon after found out your father was a muggle- quickly allowing him full care of you (the disgrace) once you were born and only seeing you when there were ‘purebloods and family’ parties. Like now.

You looked at the Slytherin green fabric hopelessly, not the best choice for a Gryffindor.

“Here.” The stylist said sheepishly, holding out mint green fabric.

You smiled and took it thankfully, turning into the small room to change.

“Y/N- HURRY UP!’

“Calm down, it’s just a party.” You called, knowing it would irritate her.

You turned to the mirror one last time and took in your appearance. The stylist had given you a mint green, floor length gown, the beaded chiffon hanging elegantly from one shouler.

Your mother roughly grabbed your arm and immediately apparated to the party, “Tell anyone you’re a half blood, I’ll curse you.” She whispered in your ear before turning into the party, emerald cape trailing behind her.

You stood for a moment, looking at the purebloods before you and smiled- time for some good old pranks.

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makeshift chemistry. (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut + College!Yoongi

Word Count: 6,740 

Description: Fleeting lust was all you’d ever known, nothing serious or long lasting, just a temporary fix to satisfy your needs. That is until you meet Min Yoongi who is determined to put an end to your binge of makeshift relationships.

Makeshift: to be temporary; sufficient for the time being

Originally posted by chan-lay

“What do you mean you don’t wanna see me anymore!?”

He was staring at you from across the table, a shocked look covering his face, like you’d just told him the world was going to end.

“It means I don’t want to see you anymore…” You say it as if it’s the most obvious thing ever, which leaves him baffled.

“How could you do this so suddenly like—”

You would let him finish, but honestly you knew where he was heading with this, and you just wanted to cut his dramatics short.

“Listen Minjae, we went out on one date, and hooked up right after, and if I’m being honest I never expected to see you again after that, but then out of nowhere you corner me while I was just trying to enjoy a simple cup of coffee before class, talking about how I haven’t answered your texts. This was just something to satisfy both of our needs, but I guess you wanted something more, and I’m sorry I didn’t know that.”

You stood up from your seat, watching his face morph into a look of pity. You grabbed your coffee, and stopped next to his chair, where you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I promise one day you’ll find someone who appreciates your sweet loving making techniques a lot more than I did.”

You give him a gentle squeeze before walking away, as you left him to soak in the backhanded compliment you’d just given him. His soft and sweet approach to having sex just didn’t do it for you, and even if it had, it was still always just going to be temporary; because that’s what all your relationships ever were.

A simple lust-filled fix, that’s all you ever wanted. There didn’t have to be strings, or commitment involved, not to say that you were opposed to that sort of thing, it’s just that no one’s ever been able to keep your interest for very long. It always started out nice sure, but then after the second or third time of being with the person you’re kind of just… over it. You knew how awful that sounded, but it was just how you were when it came to relationships.

It was all just makeshift chemistry in your mind.

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Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game – Part 2 (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

Originally posted by tahyns

          “Hey, Y/N. Have you seen Jimin and Hoseok?” Silver leaned against your cubicle.

           "They told me not to tell you.“ You confessed.

           "So they’re on the rooftop eating. Got it.” Silver snorted. “Well, I have to head out for a bit to deliver some papers. When they get back, tell them that I just got word from one of the Directors that they’re sending someone to take a look at our building.”

           "Someone?“

           "They didn’t specify who but just that he was ‘very important’.” Silver sighed. “When I tried to press further, they said they would rather keep his identity anonymous for the time being.”

           "Sounds pretty classified.“ You hummed.

           "Seriously. It must be someone pretty important. But anyway, let those two know. He’s coming in a couple of days. They need a heads up to get their act together.”

           "Will do.“ You continued typing your documents.


           A few minutes later, you spotted the two sneaking back into the office after taking their early lunch break so you waltzed towards them. They flinched, afraid you were Silver catching them in the act.

           "She knows where you were. But she said to tell you that the Directors are sending someone to take a look at our building.” You recited. “We don’t know who it is, but they deemed he was 'very important’ and would like to keep his identity anonymous in the meanwhile.”

           "Okay…“ Jimin raised an eyebrow. "So…do we have to do anything differently? We can’t exactly prepare if we don’t know who it is?”

           "Well we should at least tidy up our office. They’re most likely to go in there if it’s someone the higher ups sent over.“ Hoseok stated. "Plus we really should keep it clean. Papers are piling up.”

           "True.“ Jimin sighed. "But there’s a level of cleanliness that’s just too uptight. I can’t live like that.”

           Hoseok rubbed his temples. “Jimin, I can’t find ANYTHING around your desk anymore! Just because you don’t have anyone to impress here doesn’t mean you can just not care!”

           Jimin snickered, “You got me. My desk doesn’t need to be clean because it’s not used for fun anymore.”

           You tilted your head in confusion.

           "Don’t mind him, Y/N.“ Hoseok smiled warmly. "Thanks for passing along the message.”

           You bowed and turned to return to your cubicle, puzzled. What did Mr. Park mean by his desk won’t be used for fun?

           "Oh, Y/N. Come to my office for a sec.“ Jimin called before you took a few steps away.

           "It’s my office too.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

           "You stay out here. I need to ask her something important.“ Jimin ordered.

           "What? You can’t lock me out of my own office!”

           "Watch me.“ Jimin cackled as he pushed you inside and latched the door.

           "Jimin!” Hoseok hissed.

           "What did you need to ask me, Mr. Park?“ You questioned.

           He peered at you skeptically, and you stared at him curiously in return.

           "Are you seeing someone?” he bluntly asked.

           "Mmm not exactly.“ You admitted.

           "Y/N.” Jimin shook his head and sighed. “This is when women should act coy and shy that their boss figured them out.”

           "But I don’t see the purpose of that when you’ll just continue to hold me hostage in this room until I give you an answer.“

           "True.” Jimin sighed.

           "But why did you feel the need to ask me this?“

           "Oh. No reason. You just seemed to be glowing a bit, so I figured you got some action.” Jimin chuckled.

           "There are such powers to see that?“ You were in awe.

           "Well…umm…I guess you could say it’s an observation skill I’ve picked up.” Jimin hummed.

           "From?“

           "It’s not important.” Jimin opened the door. “Well good luck with your documents, Y/N. You’re looking very lovely today.”

           "Um…thanks, Mr. Park… I guess.“

           You walked out skeptically, and a bit weirded out, while Hoseok entered the room, giving Jimin a scolding glare.


           "She what???” Jungkook bellowed and his fellow police unit members looked over to him talking on his phone.

           "Sorry.“ He mouthed to the others and then stepped outside to continue his conversation. "That girl wanted to what?”

           "Well since you abandoned her yesterday–“

           "I didn’t abandon anyone. I just got held up at work!” Jungkook complained.

           "Same thing to customers.“ The Receptionist bluntly interjected. "Anyways, I had to get someone to cover for you and it seems that she liked him, so she wants to split the hour between you and the substitute.”

           "Who the hell is this substitute? I’m the only Aggressor we have right now that’s taking customers!“

           "Mmm let’s just say he’s a bit flexible with his persona.” The Receptionist chuckled. “He goes by the name of Mon.”

           Jungkook snorted. “Mon. What kind of name is that?”

           "Says someone whose host name is Nochu.“

           "Hey! Nochu is cool!”

           "Uhuh. Yes, sure.“

           Jungkook grumbled. "Well, if he’s just a substitute and I don’t know who he is. Then he’s not a real host so you can’t split the time.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “That’s the thing…”

           "What?“

           "He can split the time with you.”

           "What???!“ Jungkook yelled. "Why? Now she’s going to think less of me!”

           "Well just make those 30 minutes count. I’m sure someone of your high caliber can. Or am I wrong?“ The Receptionist smoothed.

           Jungkook coughed and straightened up. "Well it’s not like I can’t. I’d just have preferred more time to demonstrate my abilities.”

           "Well it is what it is, Jungkook.“

           "This sucks.” Jungkook exhaled. “She’s the first person that doubted my skills and I’m already getting demoted.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “Hey, don’t forget. The Red Mask also had to share a customer, once upon a time. And also Rule #6, my little Kooks.”

           Jungkook exhaled, “Rule #6: Think it before you sink it.”

           "That’s right. And what does it mean?“

           Jungkook rolled his eyes, "Every move has to be calculated and precise. You have a limited time with the customers, so everything has to be efficient to get the maximum pleasure.” He recited half-heartedly.

           "Good.“

           "Alright, well thanks for the heads up.” Jungkook stated. “Someone’s texting me so I’ll see you later.”

           "See ya, Nochu.“

           Jungkook glanced at his phone curiously.


           "Oppa?” Jimin peeked from behind your shoulder. “Is that your boy toy?”

           You blinked and sent your text. “I deserve some privacy, Mr. Park.”

           Jimin grinned cutely, trying to quell your annoyance. “My bad, Y/N. You just looked so concentrated.”

           "Did you need something, Mr. Park?“

           "Yeah, I need to use your phone to make a call to one of the higher ups.”

           "Oh?“ you chuckled as you gestured towards it. "Why?”

           "I’m hoping I’ll be able to work my charms to figure out who’s coming. If it’s the Inspection Department, we’ll need to be prepared.“ Jimin explained.

           "Good luck.” You stated amused. “I don’t know if your charms are that far-reaching.”

           Jimin huffed as he grabbed the phone.


           You took a deep breath and adjusted your dress before heading into Club Masquerade, donning your winged black mask. You still had many questions about the place and frankly, you were also questioning yourself about why you were returning. As intelligent as you were, love, relationships, and intimacy were things that still baffled you. There was no sense of control in them, no way to prepare yourself…or was there? Deep inside, you hoped that you would find some answers in this Club. Or at least you’d hope to find experiences that would help you learn about yourself and this realm of romance. There seemed to be some sort of code you weren’t aware of that most people followed.

           "Welcome Dark Angel!“ the Receptionist greeted happily.

           "Dark…Angel?” You raised an eyebrow.

           She giggled. “I thought of a nickname for you cause of your mask. If I didn’t, I might accidentally call you by your name and I don’t think either of us want that.”

           You chuckled. “I like it.”

           "Well, Nochu is in a session right now. But he’ll be with you once it ends. I’ll take you to the room you were in last time.“

           "And Mon?” You questioned curiously. “Was he okay with splitting the time?”

           The Receptionist smiled. “He was pretty happy. He’s a usually not on the host market, but for you, he’s decided to make a limited time offer.”

           She winked at you and you found yourself shyly smiling to yourself. It made you feel special hearing that he made arrangements just for you.

           "Here’s the room and the buzzer is in there. We used to hand it to customers…but then we had a case of customers 'breaking’ the buzzers so they wouldn’t get interrupted.“ She chuckled to herself at the memory. "So we’ve attached buzzers in all the room walls, which I activate when the sessions start. And if that doesn’t work, I have to go in and extract people.”

           "What a tough job…“ You muttered and she laughed.

           "It’s definitely interesting.” The Receptionist shrugged and then glanced at her watch. “Well, he should be in, in a minute or two so sit tight, and have fun ~”

           "…thanks.“ You answered, not sure how to respond to her chipper yet suggestive tone. It also made you a little conscious that she had access to the rooms to watch, but then again, that was the last thing on your mind when you had encountered Mon before.

           You found yourself lying down inside the pillow fort comfortably once again, wondering what Nochu was going to be like. Work had been long so you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.           

           You must’ve been out deeply for a few minutes before you were jolted awake by someone pressing their lips on the sensitive part of your neck. You gasped and sat up, quickly noticing that you had company now.

           Nochu.

           You couldn’t forget his intricately designed gold mask and strong build from your first encounter.

           He smirked playfully as you touched your neck, where the sensation of lips still lingered.

           "I wasn’t ready!” You complained.

           He chuckled, “You paid for the session, so I figured you wouldn’t mind if I started the service on time.”

           You eyed him. “Well, it’s this room’s fault. It promotes napping more than anything else.”

           "You think so?“ he hummed as he shifted towards you.

           Your eyes widened and you inhaled sharply as he climbed over you, trapping you under his large body. You had to prop yourself up on your elbows to prevent yourself from falling back into the sea of pillows.

           "Tell me then if you can sleep during our session.” he chuckled as he lined his lips down your jaw.

           Your heart raced at the feeling and you gulped, already sensing how dangerous Nochu was going to be.

           "Still sleepy?“ he whispered as he trailed down onto your throat.

            "A bit.” You tried to maintain your cool.

           "Then maybe you should lie down.“ He pushed you down roughly so that you were completely lying down. "Let me wake you up completely.”

           "Anything goes.“ You stated seriously.

           He stared at your surprised. "Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

           "Well, let’s just say I won’t know what I prefer until I’ve tried it.“

           Nochu chuckled. "Then that’s great for me…and most definitely for you.”

           He leaned down and whispered into your ear. “Because I have a lot to show you.”

           You gulped as you felt him grab your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning them near your head. Then surprisingly, he leaned down and captured your lips in his.

           Your entire being was set on fire by the intensity with which he was pressing down onto you. Like he hadn’t eaten for days and you were his only source of food. You reciprocated, not wanting to lose the battle for dominance, not wanting to be completely taken over. But it only served to make him more eager. He bit your bottom lip, which melted you momentarily, enough for him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

           You squeezed his hands, wanting to pull him closer, but he wouldn’t let you.

           "What was that about not being good enough?“ he stopped kissing you and spoke, his breathing fanning across your face. "I hardly even touched you and you already want me closer.”

           You glared at him and hooked your leg around his, causing him to lose leverage. In one sweep, you rolled over, pushing him onto his back this time.

           He released your hands in surprise and you grabbed his collar.

           "Like I said, you’re arrogant and I’m unimpressed.“ You hissed.

           Quickly, he grabbed your face and pulled you back into a rough kiss. His hands, now free, began roaming down your body. He slid his hand across your stomach teasingly then cupped your breasts, all while he continued to expertly kiss you. You were on all fours on top of him, trying to keep your arms and legs from giving out and pressing your body on top of his.

           "You know, a lady shouldn’t straddle in a dress, unless she’s expecting something.” he chuckled as he massaged your boobs.

           "Well, should I not be expecting the best from one of the best?“ You taunted.

           "I’m just afraid you won’t be able to handle the best.” he smugly grinned.

           "Why don’t you try me?“ You challenged.

           "Well then,” one of his hands slid down to caress your ass then down to the back of your thighs. “Why don’t you try staying in this position for as long as you can? It seems you’re already a bit… shaky with need.”

           You huffed. “You seem to have bad eyesight.”

           "Keep up then.“

           You caught him smirk a little before he slid down further underneath you.

           It all happened so quickly. One of his hands pulled down your dress at the front, your bra with it, and he latched his mouth around your nipple. Simultaneously, the hand on the back of your thigh slid up to push your skirt higher, exposing your panties. He rubbed your ass gently while he sucked on your nipple. You threw your head back at the jolt of pleasure that tingled throughout your body. Then his finger found your center and your arms almost gave way.

           "Not wet enough.” he hummed. “I’ll have to change that.”

           He rubbed your clit through your underwear in circles lightly and you immediately felt heat rushing downwards. The double sensation was intense and novel. You had never experienced it before, so your heart raced and your mind was pounding. You would never admit it out loud, but he was really as skilled as he claimed to be.

           You moaned as you felt yourself dampen, the juices heightening the sensation of his strokes as he quickened his pace.

           Your vocalization of pleasure seemed to encourage him and he became rougher, licking circles around your breast more fervently. You began panting as your body began to feel a greater need, for more friction, more of…something. As if reading your thoughts, he slipped his hand into your panties and inserted his finger into your hole.

           "Fuck, so tight.“ he hissed.

           You cringed a little at the new feeling, but he stilled his finger to let you get used to it. Once you relaxed, he began pushing deeper into you with his digit. Your eyes rolled back.

           "Oh my go–” you breathed.

           But he began moving his finger in and out of you, and your mind blanked out. Soon enough, you felt your hips bucking forward to meet his finger shamefully. You heard him chuckle smugly and that brought you back to your senses.

           "Stop.“ You stated.

           "What? Why?” He pulled his finger out of you and slid back up to see your face. “Tired of staying up like that?”

           You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face for some reason.

           "No.“ You glared at him.

           "Then why’d you stop me?” he stared at you with lidded eyes and sucked his finger clean.

           You blushed at the sight, but you were also a bit more turned on that he had tasted you so willingly.

           "I want to suck you off.“ You blurted out.

           His eyes widened in shock. Taking advantage of his hesitation, you climbed down and began unbuttoning his pants. Hurriedly, his hands grabbed yours.

           "Whoa, whoa. What??” he bellowed.

           "I can’t?“ You pouted cutely and blinked at him.

           "Well, no. I mean– yea, no…maybe…”

           "I’m sure you’ve had this done often. I’ve never done it…“ You confessed. "So…you can teach me.”

           He stared at you for a long few minutes. “I mean umm…”

           "You don’t want me to?“ You frowned and looked up at him from where you were, dangerously close to his cock.

           "Um…alright then. Since you’ve never done it before…if that’s what you want to do during the session…” he stated, a bit unsure. “Are you sure about this?”

           "Yes.“ You stated firmly. "I’d like to get it over with.”

           "Oh wow…thanks.“ he rolled his eyes.

           You struggled to pull his pants down so he stood up to expose himself easier. Your eyes widened as he stood there, half naked in front of you. When he threw his pants and boxers to the side and caught you gawking, he smirked.

           "Like what you see?” he cocked his eyebrow up flirtatiously.

           You glared at him. “Alright, come here then.”

           "Whoa, no.“ he shook his head. "That’s too aggressive. It sounds like you’re about the bite my dick off.”

           "Probably for the best to make you shut up about your skills.“ You argued.

           "Says the one who was moaning a few minutes ago? Mhm.” he retorted.

           You blushed.

           He walked away from the pillow fort to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall.

           "Come here and get on your knees.“ he commanded.

           You obeyed and studied his hard cock in front of you curiously.

           "What? First time you’ve seen a dick or something?” he snickered.

           "No, shut up. It was dark the first few times I had sex, so I didn’t really take a good look.“ You huffed.

           "You had sex in the dark your first few times?” he cackled. “Damn that’s kinky.”

           You glared up at him.

           "Or did your boyfriend at the time have a small penis so he wanted to hide it in the dark?“

           "You suck.”

           "No, you’re gonna suck.“ he teased.

           You shook your head. "That wasn’t even a good one.”

           "Whatever. Do you want to learn or not?“

           "Fine.” You huffed and without warning, covered his entire length with your mouth.

           "Oh fuck, shit.“ he hissed breathlessly as his hand flew to the back of your head.

           "Hm?” you hummed questioningly with him still inside your mouth.

           "Shit no. Don’t do that. Gah, dammit that felt good.“

           You raised an eyebrow. He was sending you mixed signals. Maybe cursing was a good sign in the bedroom. You bobbed your head back and forth, wondering if this was really all there was to it.

           "Round out your lips a bit. Make sure your teeth don’t touch. Cause that shit hurts.” he breathed, his hand guiding your head deeper into him.

           You hummed to show you understood, but the vibrations caused him to throw his head back and grip your hair tighter.

           "Don’t be afraid to use your tongue.“ He panted.

           Immediately, you flicked your tongue and traced up his length.

           "Yes, fuck. Just like that.” he praised and it made more heat pool down in your lower stomach. “Try that at the tip.”

           You pulled back and licked the tip of his cock. He winced and melted into the wall.

           "What do I do with this?“ You poked his sack curiously.

           "Um…just massage it.” he answered.

           You gently gripped it and he sighed pleasurably. Feeling a bit more confident, you licked his tip then hollowed your cheeks to take him in again.

           "Dammit. You’re good already.“ he hissed.

           You smirked, enjoying the way he looked weak because of you. His smug grin was no longer painted on his face. It really was your first time, but what could you say? You were a quick learner.

           He pulled your hair back so that you were unlatched from his cock.

           "Stand up. Now.” he ordered.

           You weren’t sure why, but your body obeyed immediately.

           As soon as you stood, you were slammed against the wall and kissed intensely. Tongues were tangled hungrily and you took the chance to run your hands through his hair, because it just felt right to do so.

           "Legs up.“ he whispered as he kissed your neck.

           You wrapped your arms around his neck and jumped so that your legs were around his hips. Your heart was thumping against your chest. You knew what was coming.

           Easily, he carried you with one arm on your back. With the other hand, he pulled your panties to the side. He lined his dick in front of your entrance and with a glance towards you, pushed in slowly.

           You leaned forward, resting your forehead on his, as you both sighed into the feeling.

           "Ready?” he breathed.

           You nodded, your words stuck in your throat. He pushed in deeper then slightly pulled back and pushed in again. You moaned. All your senses were heightened.

           This room was in fact dangerous, because of who was using it. You figured out why such a room was Nochu’s go-to for first time clients. It lulled customers into a false sense of comfort and consequentially, it magnified his aggressiveness and skills. Not to mention, it was a creative way to create the mood, having the canopy hovering over the pillows as the only source of dim lighting.

           He grunted as he pushed into you quicker. Both of you were panting, and you were impressed that he was able to hold you up this long. You lunged forward and began peppering his neck with kisses, wanting to do something for him too, as a reward for carrying your weight. He groaned and you continually sucked at that piece of skin, knowing that it must be his sensitive spot.

           Suddenly, you two flinched when an obnoxious buzzing echoed around the room.

           "Fuck, fuck, fuck.“ He cursed, irritated.

           Closing his eyes for a few seconds to collect himself, he pulled out of you and set you down. You were as equally annoyed and disappointed initially, but then you remembered that Mon would be coming after.

           You fixed your clothes a bit while he slipped back into his pants.

           "Guess 30 minutes wasn’t enough for you to finish me. It might be hard for you to break the record.”

           "Shut up.“ he huffed. "It’s cause you wanted to suck my dick and it threw the whole flow off.”

           "Oh?“ you smirked. "Didn’t sound like you minded too much though.”

           He blushed a little. “I-I was just trying to be a good teacher!”

           You chuckled. “Well you were. Thank you.”

           He smiled. “Then I’ll see you at our next appointment?”

           "Most definitely.“ You nodded. You were definitely certain that you were going to learn a lot about yourself from this Golden mask.

           "Well then.” he bowed and slipped out of the room.


           "Oh my little Nochu. Getting his first blowjob.“ The Receptionist cooed and lightly clapped when Nochu visited her desk afterwards, clearly frustrated.

           "Why the hell were you watching, Noona?” he frowned.

           "Well you were a bit nervous about it so I wanted to root for you.“

           "What a weird way to cheer me on.” He glanced at her, amused as he sat on her desk “And don’t ever tell any of the guys that was my first BJ. They won’t let me live it down.”

           "Well it’s your fault for always jumping to put the pin in the hole.“

           Jungkook snorted at the analogy. "Not that anyone’s offered to do it to me before today.”

           "Well, you could just order them to do it.“ she grinned. "That’s kind of hott, in my opinion.”

           "Oh?“ Jungkook smirked as he grabbed a mint and popped it into his mouth.

           "Hey, hey, Rule #8.” The Receptionist scolded. “'Clean before you lean’.”

           "Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure to clean before my next session. I have a few minutes until then.“ he huffed as he glanced at the clock.

           "Then why’re you out here? You could finish yourself.” she raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the apparent problem straining his pants.

           "Wanna help, noona?“ he smirked.

           Suddenly, he was smacked on the back of the head.

           "Rule #1, you brat.”

           Nochu perked up excitedly, recognizing the voice, and whipped around. “Hyung!”

           Jimin grinned widely.

           Jungkook stood up, easily towering over his hyung, and looked over Jimin’s head playfully. “Hyung, where are you? I can hear you, but I can’t see you!”

           "Yah!“ Jimin shoved him, irritated. "I came here to see how you were doing and this is what I get.”

           Jungkook giggled.

           "Rule #1 is what, you little, annoying prodigy?“

           "Don’t touch the Receptionist or make any advances. She’s off limits.” Jungkook shook his head. “I was just joking though.”

           "Yeah, but your package is not.“ Jimin pointed down to the evident bulge emerging from his prodigy’s pants. "Didn’t get to finish, huh?”

           "Don’t give him that, Chims. Or should I tell him about the time where J-Hope had to finish–“

           Jimin clamped his hand over his girlfriend’s mouth. "That’s enough, my love. I’ll punish you when you get home if you say anymore.”

           "Oh please.“ she rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away. "We all know who does the punishing in the end.”

           Jimin blushed as Jungkook grinned widely at their banter.

           "Serious couple goals.“ he gave them a thumbs up.

           "Is Mon here yet?” Jimin glanced around. “I’ve heard about the guy back in my day, but he’s elusive.”

           The Receptionist giggled. “He should be here already.”

           "Well, pull up his monitor then.“ Jungkook and Jimin scurried around and placed themselves in front of the screen, but it was black.

           "Sorry, no can do, boys.”

           "What? Why?“ the two whined.

           All she did was give them a sly smile, but said nothing else.


           In the meanwhile, you paced around the room, trying to calm yourself down from your previous encounter before Mon arrived. Nochu was definitely quite a whirlwind.

           However, you immediately perked up when the door opened.

           "Hi.” Mon smiled warmly.

           "Hi.“ You smoothed your dressed.

           "You look pretty.” he complimented as he made his way to you.

           "Thanks.“ You blushed.

           He reached out and swiped his thumb across your lip. "Must’ve been a good time. Your lips are swollen.” Then he caressed your cheek. “And you’re flushed.”

           Your heart raced at his subtly sweet actions.

           "Did you get to finish?“ he whispered.

           You shook your head, your words failing you since you were so entranced by the deep purple mask he was wearing this time. It had hints of black and gold throughout, and a pattern of music notes at the edges. It was beautiful.

           "Did you make this?” You reached out to trace the details.

           He chuckled. “I’m pretty bad with crafts. I end up breaking the materials. So my friend made it for me, but I designed it.”

           "It’s nice.“

           He grinned. "Thanks. Yours is beautiful too. I’ve always had a fascination with wings.”

           You beamed. “Me too.”

           "Well, let me finish you.“ he stated, as if it was a light, nonchalant matter. "Then it seems you have more questions for me.”

           "Could you tell?“

           He laughed, "A little.”

           "How…how will you…you know…“ You didn’t really know how to finish the sentence.

           But Mon seemed to understand you regardless, because he leaned over and whispered into your ear, "Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you exactly how you like it.”

           Hearing the pet name made you shiver with excitement and even more so when you processed his entire statement. You looked at him, a bit alarmed. How did he know how you would like it? But you didn’t get to ask because he kissed you gently, erasing the question from your mind.

           "Can you take off your underwear for me?“ he requested.

           You were surprised. "Uhh… sure.”

           He giggled. “I have a habit of ripping them off, and seeing as how you’re probably unprepared for that, it’s better if you do it this time.”

           You laughed. “Bring a second pair just in case next time. Noted.”

           You turned around consciously and shimmied out of your panties. But Mon clung onto your waist from behind and began peppering your neck and shoulder with sweet kisses, as if sensing your shyness. You let your damp underwear drop to the ground, and covered his hands with yours as you reveled in his cherishing lips.

           "Come here.“ he grabbed your hand and led you back to the pillows. "Lie down.”

           You nodded and settled into the pillows.

           "Relax, baby.“ he cooed as he rubbed your arms gently. "I got you.”

           You smiled.

           Mon kissed you sweetly then bit at your lip hungrily, changing the atmosphere in a fraction of a second. Your heart lurched forward at the aggressive action and then his lips were gone. Your eyes flew open when you felt him spreading your legs. You glanced down, making eye contact with him briefly before he licked your dripping core. Your body bucked up, burning with the unsatisfied need that Nochu had left. He tongued your clit a few times, making you dizzy then pushed his tongue inside you, causing you to gasp. He did that a few more times, pushing in and out, then once inside you, he swirled his tongue around your hole.

           Gripping tightly onto the pillows, your body tensed at the pleasurable feeling that shot through you. Seeing your positive reaction, Mon continued his motion. Soon enough, your hips were bucking up into his face crazily. You were a bit ashamed that you had no control of your body at this point, but you remembered his advice that this was something that felt better if you stopped thinking. And he was right.

           You wanted more, needed more.

           "More.“ You exhaled.

           "Wait a bit, baby girl. I’ll give you what you want.” he hummed against you. Then sure enough, he stuck two of his fingers into you and while he sucked your clit.

           You yelled and arched your body. Fuck, it felt overwhelmingly fantastic to be finally filled up once again.

           "You’re doing great, baby girl. Keep yelling beautifully for me.“

           "Oh my god, oh my god.” You breathed as his pace quickened and his tongue wildly licked you clean.

           "Let it go, baby. Just let it go.“ he hummed as he curled his finger, hitting your sweet spot.

           You grabbed a pillow to muffle your scream as your hips began to rock wildly. After a few more skillful hits to your g-spot, you finally reached you climax.

           Mon grinned happily as you melted into the pillows. Maybe this was also another purpose of this puzzling room. Someone who had been completely fucked out would probably prefer lying down in this comfort afterwards.

           "I’ll be back.” Mon chuckled. “I’ll clean you up a little. And I think the break room has a few extra pairs of flimsy underwear…since yours might be uncomfortably damp to wear again.”

           You nodded, trying to catch your breath. Mon smoothed your dress down to cover you before he waddled to the door cutely.

           A minute later, he returned with a warm cloth and an extra pair of underwear.

           "I can clean myself.“ You suggested, but he pulled the cloth away from your reach.

           "I told you I’d take care of you.” he furrowed his brows scoldingly.

           You chuckled and laid back down, letting him wipe you down. You reflected on how awkward it was to be in such a place, but you didn’t regret anything at all. In fact, you felt like you had taken a little step forward towards figuring yourself out. The “appeal” that had been an elusive concept to you before was definitely more apparent in these hosts. It was intriguing.

           Mon struggled to pull your panties through your legs so you sat up and did it yourself with a light laugh.

           "Thank you.“ You smiled.

           "No problem. So question time?” Mon grinned.

           "If that’s okay…did you want me to…“ You looked down between his legs.

           He blushed and waved his hands. "It’s okay! I’m good. Let’s answer your questions.”

           "Well okay…so you would say people in general have different types of appeal right?“ You started, crossing your legs comfortably. He had seen everything anyway so there was no point being prim and proper in front of him when wearing a dress. Mon chuckled as he folded his legs too, listening to you intently. "And the Club here sort of magnifies that appeal and categorizes them.”

           "Yes, that’s essentially the gist.“ Mon nodded.

           "What other types are there? Nochu, I heard was something called an Aggressor, which seems self-explanatory.” You chuckled.

           Mon grinned. “Well our most popular types are the Aggressors and Gentleman personas. But there are definitely others who specialize in more specific types of hosting. Their names are generally pretty self-explanatory too…cause it’s easier for first timers to understand that and choose their hosts accordingly.

           So we have the Aggressors, which you’ve experienced. They’re the ones who are aggressive, more forward, and more experimental. I truly respect those in the category because they have to be good at a lot of different things and creative in their approaches.

           Then we have the Gentlemen hosts, who are the sweet love makers. They try to emulate the feeling of having sex for the first time or as most people would refer to it, 'love making’. They’re more empathetic and are good at connecting to their clients, since they need to know exactly what will make each individual comfortable. This is also a difficult persona to be because, since they are so connected to the clients, sometimes the clients will fall for them or vice versa…and it doesn’t always end well. Also, they can’t let their animalistic sides come out during sessions either.”

           "Wow…I guess it isn’t all fun and games…“ You blinked. You hadn’t thought much about the consequences of being bound by one category.

           Mon smiled. "Then we have the Consolers, who specialize in helping those who are in unrequited love or break ups and are seeking physical contact. Wow, I can’t even begin to praise these hosts. They deal with the most delicate of human emotions and give people comfort in their most fragile state. It could be in the form of rebound sex or maybe just simple cuddles, a crying shoulder, someone to vent to. Sometimes they are even requested to be wedding or specific function dates, if need be. They are the only hosts that can be exported. When they are, there’s a higher charge for the client and a higher pay for the host. So it’s a plus for them.

           Then we have the Intellects, which really just serve to keep people company and tickle their minds. They serve people who are looking for more of an intellectual connection in someone. People who like to have discussions and debates, etc. They’re the ones you see using the tables most of the time and having tea with customers. But they also specialize in education of sexual activity. So if someone was looking to learn a new move or two, we would refer the clients to them. I know the other hosts also like to converse with them about certain power plays, to see if it would be good or not.”

           You giggled at the image.

           "Then we have the Foreplayers. Like the name implies, they’re all about foreplay and are ONLY for foreplay. They specialize in role plays and other techniques, but they never actually get to enact in having sex with their clients. Surprisingly, they do have a large clientele. You’d think most people would want to be able to go at it after having foreplay.“

           You looked at Mon, amused.

           "But yeah, some cases the client splits time between a Foreplayer host and another type so they could finish afterwards. Most of the time though, I think their clients like the thrill of being turned on and are satisfied with just that.” he shrugged.

           "And then?“

           "And then what?” Mon blinked.

           "Well,“ you scooted closer to him. "which category would you fall under?”

           He grinned widely, exposing those adorable dimples once again. “Let’s just say I belong to the last category.”

           "Which category is that?“

           "The Eclectics.” he beamed.

           "The Eclectics?“

           "Yes.” he chuckled as he tilted your chin up suavely. “You could say we specialize in all of the above.”


           "Ugh. I hate this. We don’t have any snacks around here!“ Hoseok whined.

           "Well, I told you to eat breakfast, but you would rather sleep in.” Silver retorted angrily.

           Hoseok clutched his stomach and pouted at his girlfriend cutely. “I’m hungerrrrr.”

           "Don’t try to act cute to me. I made you a perfectly fantastic breakfast and you just let me eat on my own.“ she turned away from him.

           "Ooo that’s cold, Hobi. That’s real cold.” Jimin shook his head. “Your loving girlfriend, who can actually cook, made you breakfast and you DENIED it.”

           "Shut the fuck up, Jimin.“ Hoseok hissed.

           Everyone knew Hoseok was scariest when he was hungry, so all the workers knew to stay clear of him. Luckily, you came prepared for times like this.

           "Here, Mr. Jung.” you handed him a granola bar. “You can have this to munch on. We have an hour or two until lunch time so it should hold you over.”

           He immediately brightened up and swiped the bar from your grip. Jimin patted your shoulder gratefully while Hoseok scarfed the bar down.

           "Y/N, why don’t you take a trip down to the grocery store?“ Silver waved a list in her hand. "We need a few things around here, especially because the secret VIP is coming tomorrow.”

           "Any luck with the higher ups?“ You glanced at Jimin, amused.

           "No.” he huffed. “They said to just get my act together. It didn’t matter who it was.”

           You chuckled.

           "They’re right though.“ Hoseok pointed. "If we do things differently, they’ll expect that. We’re working efficiently so other than housekeeping, we should function the same.”

           "Well, it won’t hurt for Silver to dress more seductively again…“ Jimin then glanced over at you. "And you too, Y/N. Need me to give you a make-over?”

           "No thanks.“ You replied flatly, grabbing the list from Silver. "I’ll take the trip to the store now before the lunch rush.”

           "Thanks a bunch.“ Silver grinned. "Oh, and pick up some more snacks for Hobi here.”

           "Will do.“ You bowed.


           "Alright let’s see. Some vases and flowers.” You hummed as you pushed the cart forward while reading the list. “Some fluffier toilet paper…Mr. Park…”

           You rolled your eyes at the different handwriting at the very bottom of the list.

           "Well, let’s get some anyway…the toilet paper there is kind of rough. Oh, but first, let’s get some milk for the morning cereal.“ You spotted that the dairy aisle was in front of you so you turned your cart.

           But you froze when you noticed a familiar figure in the same aisle, in deep contemplation in front of the milk. You raised an eyebrow and slowly made your way towards him.

           "Do you need to buy milk for your unit too?” You teased and he jumped back in surprise.

           He stared at you with wide, terrified eyes. “Oh…Y/N. H-hi.”

           You looked him up and down. He was in sweats and a white t-shirt today.

           "Off duty?“

           "No, just undercover.” he snorted, sarcastically.

           You glared at him. “Well move over, you’re blocking the milk.”

           You pushed him to the side playfully. He took two large steps away from you as soon as your hand made contact with him. Furrowing your brows, you looked at your hand. There was nothing on them so why was he acting like you had the plague?

           "Why’re you so far?“

           "W-well, you’re just…to let you get your milk in peace.” he stammered.

           "Well now it looks like you’re stalking me from over there.“ you pointed out.

           He chuckled nervously. "No, I’m fine from here.”

           "What’re you talking about? What milk do you want? I’ll get it for you.“

           "No, it’s fine! I’ll just come back for it later. I’ll just go to some other aisle first!” he rushed.

           "Wait, what? No. Just get your damn milk.“ You ran after him and grabbed his wrist.

           "L-let go of me! I’ll arrest you!” he claimed.

           "You’re off duty and it’s not a crime.“

           "It-it’s a crime of harassment! I’ll report you!” he flailed frantically.

           "Calm down Officer Jeon. I’m holding your wrist, not giving you a hug.“ You rolled your eyes. "It was disrespectful of me to move you out of the way when you were choosing your milk first so please, take your turn before me.”

           You dragged him back to the fridge of milk and stood beside him. He was abnormally tense and his eyes remained wide as he stared at the glass.

           "Is it really that hard to make a decision?“ You questioned.

           "No!” he retorted and flung open the door aggressively, hitting your head with it in the process.

           He panicked as you winced and rubbed your forehead. “I’m sorry!”

           You chuckled. “I can report you for this, you know.”

           "I-uh-it was an accident! You rushed me so –“

           "Well why don’t you appeal to me then?” You smirked playfully. “Then maybe I’ll forgive you.”

           Jungkook blinked then turned away shyly, mumbling. “I said I was sorry already, sheesh.”

           It was your turn to be surprised. You had expected him to come back with some sort of snarky comment or an excuse or even a witty comeback as an appeal. Not be shy, timid, and apologetic.

           "Why’re you here? You don’t even have a cart.“ You asked, changing the subject.

           "I ran out of milk.” he replied with a shrug. “I don’t live far from the store so yeah.”

           "Is milk really that important?“

           "I love milk.” he stated seriously, like you had just offended him.

           "Okay…“ You looked around awkwardly, and he did too.

           "I’ll just get these.” he hurriedly grabbed two large jugs of milk – one regular and one chocolate. “Bye!”

           Then he scurried away, lugging the two heavy items by hand.

           You watched him, completely amused. What had just happened?

           "What an interesting guy.“ You shook your head as you went to grab the type of milk that was on the list.


           Jungkook ran out of the store frantically, catching his breath. He looked behind him to make sure you weren’t following him, then exhaled deeply. He shivered. He went around this time to the grocery store because there weren’t many people. What were the odds that he’d run into someone he knew, much less a woman?

           "I hope I wasn’t too awkward.” he mumbled. “I think I handled that coolly.”

           He lifted the milk jugs up. “I even carried these like a man. I’m sure she’ll think I’m awesome.”


           The very next day, everyone was bustling around excitedly at work. It was the day where the VIP was going to make his visit so all of the workers were wearing their best suits and dresses. Their hair was combed and done nicely, and everyone’s desks were spotless and organized. Mr. Park and Mr. Jung had their hair combed over with a little bit of gel and for once, both had their suit tops on. Mr. Park even threw on his favorite pair of non-prescription glasses just for good measure. You also slipped out of your flats and into proper heels when the time of arrival approached.

           When the clock struck on the hour, everyone stared at the door expectantly. Everyone in the office had placed bets on who it would be, so stakes were high. Suddenly, a small, chubby man stepped into the office and Mr. Jung and Mr. Park’s faces fell visibly.

           "Oh it’s just you…“ Jimin frowned.

           Hoseok elbowed him.

           The man coughed, glaring at Jimin. "I have accompanied the very important guest today. He was here a few minutes earlier and took a peek inside.”

           "Did he? I didn’t see anyone.“ Jimin blinked.

           "But I have good news!” the man beamed.

           "Good news?“ Jimin blinked. "What?”

           "Well, the very important person visiting us today is more than enthusiastic to meet you all. He wanted me to tell you all that 'he looks forward to working with you’.“

           "Working with us?”

          “Yes, he has found your building most worthy of his presence and has agreed to stay for awhile.”

          Jimin and Hoseok glanced at each other, puzzled.

         "Um…well I think that’s up to us isn’t it? Plus we haven’t even gotten to give him a tour. And no one’s told us that we were going to get another worker.“

         "He says he has seen enough to know that this is a worthy place to be in.”

        “We can’t let someone we haven’t even seen or talked to, start working with us so easily.” Hoseok frowned. “That’s not how we work here.”

        “Well, frankly, Mr. Jung and Mr. Park, he is the son of someone at the top. Strictly speaking, you can’t refuse.” The man pointed out. “Consider this an honor. He has never stayed in one place for too long, much less taken initiative himself in choosing to stay. So he must’ve really seen something he liked.”

        “Sounds like a pain.” Jimin snorted, earning an elbow for Hoseok. “Unless…”

         You glared at your boss as he eyed you creepily and with a wide grin. “You can’t be suggesting some stranger has taken a liking to me and decided to work here. That’s far-fetched, Mr. Park.”

          “Maybe…orrr maybe not.” Jimin shrugged innocently.

          “Mr. Park. Can you please stop?” Hoseok hissed.

          Jimin retreated obediently. “Sorry.”  

         "He feels confident that you’ll agree to keep him on the team once you meet.“

         "Well then, let’s meet him.” Jimin gestured. “Where is this VIP you’re hyping up so much? Isn’t he supposed to be here by now?”  

         "Well, you should probably be familiar with his history, Mr. Park. You worked on earning a merger with his father’s large company when you worked with Mr. Min and the new female CEO when you worked in Daegu.“

          Jimin’s eyes widened. "What? Apparently, that merger company’s Chairman wants his son to be a CEO, but then the son disappeared for awhile. I’ve heard rumors of him here and there. Why in the world would he suddenly pop up and want to stay here?”

          The man simply smiled and pushed open the entrance door, bowing deeply. The four of you glanced at each other, amused by the antics of this secretive man. But all your smiles soon fade. Yours and Jimin’s eyes widened immensely when the person finally entered the room.

          “Oh…my god…” Jimin gasped, while your jaw slackened; you were speechless.

           With a huge smirk planted on his face and with a suave tug at his fitted suit top, he stood confidently before everyone.

           "Hello, I’m that very important person.“ His eyes twinkled mischievously as it landed on you and Jimin. "The name’s Jeon Jungkook– the Jeon & Jeon’s son company heir. I’m looking forward to working with you all." 

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PART 3 

Just finished part 2 of Jojos last night, and if you haven’t seen it, I can give you a rundown of most every fight in the series so far.

Jojo: Haha! You idiot! You fell into my trap!
Enemy: That is what YOU think! I knew you would set that trap so I actually turned it against you!
Sidekick: gasp!
Jojo: Oh yeah?! Well I KNEW you’d think I was setting this trap so I actually planned out ANOTHER trap alongside it!
Enemy: Ah, clever, but it is too bad I posess this ability that makes me impervious to your second trap.
Sidekick: Oh my god!!!! He’s too powerful! There’s no way Jojo can beat him!
Mentor: No. Jojo has this. I know Jojo and Jojo has one more thing up his sleeve.

Jojo: BOY HOWDY DO I!!

Enemy: SHIT.

andy1105  asked:

Hello! This time is for the PJO au, Has Hades sometime comfort Shiro because Zeus didn't visited him? And in that time Hades kinda of adopt Shiro??

[Voltron PJO AU] Hades materialized in front of Shiro all of a sudden, which startled the son of Zeus causing him to tumble out of the bed, hitting the floor with such grace.

“Oh gods, Lord Hades,” Shiro gasped as he collected himself to face the god of the Underworld. “Keith isn’t here at the moment, I think he’s—”

“I’m not here for Keith,” the god stopped and tilted his head, thinking out loud to himself he added, “Well, I am here on his request, however.”

“Oh,” Shiro blinked. “Um… did I do something wrong? Oh gods, are you mad that we’re together now? Are you mad that I’m a boy? That—”

Hades chuckled. “Mad? I am relieved. Do you have any idea how painful it was to watch the two of you dance around each other for years? The glances, the touches, the pining. I literally had to rant to Julius Caesar and go ‘Are you seeing this shit?’”

Shiro grinned sheepishly as he stood up and sat down on his bed. “Well, uh, yeah. My bad.” 

Hades just smiled at the boy. “May I?” he asked as he pointed at the bed.

“Oh yeah, sure!” Shiro quickly answered, moving a little to his right to give space to his boyfriend’s father. “Are you here to give me the shovel talk that I’ve been kinda dreading?”

Amused by the assumption, Hades chuckled. “Oh I don’t think I need to do that as you already know what I am capable of. However, Keith can literally just kill you if you break his heart.”

Shiro gulped, looking so pale. “Gods, you’re right.”

“But that’s not why I’m here.” Hades hummed. “My son said you’ve been feeling kinda troubled lately and he didn’t know what to do. He looked so stressed, so he told me how worried he was about you.”

Shiro just stared at the god, not knowing what he was talking about.

“I’m talking about Daddy issues, Shirogane,” Hades continued.

“Oh,” Shiro deflated, looking away as he clasped his hands together.

“You know back then I proposed to Keith I should just adopt you, but the boy was so against it.”

“He was?” Shiro frowned.

“He said, and I quote ‘You can’t adopt Shiro, Dad! What if he asks me to marry him? That’ll be so weird! I can’t marry my brother!’” Hades smirked at Shiro who turned all red. “He was only 14 that time.”

“Oh my gods,” Shiro buried his hands in his face, ears reddening. 

Hades chuckled softly. “He was quite a bit taken on you at such a young age. First time he’s seen you to be exact. And you can’t deny this to me, but I knew you felt the same way too the first time you saw him.” 

“How’d you know?”

“I’m Hades. I know these things,” Hades smiled menacingly. “But enough about my son, and let’s talk about you. I know for a fact you don’t feel the same way as the other campers regarding my frequent visits, however, you do desire one thing that all demigods do.”

Shiro sighed, pulling his legs up closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around it in comfort. “I just… what do I need to do for my Dad to notice me?”

“Oh, he notices you, boy. You have no idea how proud he is whenever I visit Mount Olympus. Always talking about how he has the best son amongst us all. Of course, I disagreed with him because I’m biased with my own son.” Hades smiled and Shiro smiled fondly too, agreeing with the god’s statement. “However, I want you to know that your father is Zeus, god of the gods. He made the rules, so he simply just cannot break them. I can get away with it because I’m Hades and all of them end up in my realm one way or another. Zeus’ position is more complicated.”

“I just, maybe, I don’t know… want to hug him, too, like how you and Keith do?” Shiro caught himself and felt embarrassed. “I’m sorry that was so ridiculous. A demigod wanting to hug Zeus. So stupid and childish.” He forced out a laugh.

“It’s not.” Hades softly said. “You’re not just any demigod. You’re his son and he’s your father. You have the right to desire his hugs. Especially since you’re his son.

Shiro looked up to Hades and suddenly his eyes started to water. Hades brought his hands up and pulled the boy closer to him. “I’m not Zeus, but for the mean time I’ll be his substitute, just so you know how it feels like to hug one of The Big Three gods.”

Shiro chuckled as he wiped his tears, Hades rubbing his back up and down in a soothing manner. 

“I’ll see what I can do about my stubborn brother,” Hades continued. “I’ll make no promises though, so don’t expect too much.” 

“Thanks, Lord Hades,” Shiro sniffed, wiping his cheeks.

“Anytime, son-in-law,” Hades smirked as Shiro’s face turned into crimson.

[Of course, Hades was true to his word.]