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Fear Potion

TW: Mentions of sexual assault, attempted sexual assault.

Dear diary,

It’s been six months to the day since I was raped.

I still haven’t gone back to school, I’m doing it all from home. It’s easier so I don’t have to face him. I sometimes miss my friends, but at least there’s Facebook. Not many of them talk to me anymore. There’s a few that do but half of those treat me like I’m… different. I haven’t changed.

That’s a lie. A lot has changed. But I’m still Alex.

And I’ve finally picked up going to the survivor support group.

The leader’s name is Krissa. She’s nice. I told them my story. For once I felt no judgment. Even my mom seems critical of my every move.

I’ll keep going back.

I don’t know if I can survive this still.

I survived today though. That counts for something, at least.

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Over Again

Originally posted by marvilimagines

Originally posted by allghostillusions


Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader

Request: “SEbastian Smythe X reader? Maybe where Blaine is your brother and when he throws the slushie you get mad and tell him the relationship is over and he argues it was meant for Kurt and u say it’s the same thing bc Kurt is family and Seb pleads for u to stay and she rejects him. Later after time being apart he tries to win her back and is successful (maybe this happens in college, they’re both studying to b lawyers and he gets a second chance bc he’s more mature now)hope I’m not a bother!❤️”

Word count: 2.512 (Oops, sorry.)

A/N: I’m sorry for the late post, but I hope you like it. It’s a little bit long, I know, but I didn’t know how to write the story line and I just went with the first thing that came in my mind. Thank you for requesting and you will never be a bother to me.

- G. x


People say that everything that has happened in the past remains in the past and we can’t do nothing to change it, but we know that we can always use the past as our point of reference to learn in the future.

But did they know that everything that we put in our heads stay there? Like we remember some things, don’t we? And usually we remember the things in the past that we want to forget and forget the things we want to remember.

These thoughts kept running through your mind as you studied for your Law and Government exams. You honestly couldn’t concentrate on your papers since the moment that you knew that Sebastian Smythe was studying in the same college you were attending. You both wanted to be lawyers, but you never thought that you could attend the same school one day, mostly after what he has done in high school.

Sebastian Smythe was your loving but snarky and annoying ex-boyfriend. You loved him so much and people knew how you both completed each other. He had many positive traits, such as his intelligence, his talent at singing and dancing, his capacity of treating girls right. Although, he was so competitive and he didn’t accept defeat. He was never the loser, so he always needed to play dirty.

You remembered how you met him and how he made you fall in love, even though you hated him at first.

“Hi, I am (Y/N) and I think that you are a douche bag.” You said to him annoyed. He was bothering Kurt while you two were in your favourite coffee shop, Lima Bean, and you thought that it was a great move to stand up for your brother’s boyfriend.

“Mademoiselle,” He flashed you a kinky smirk. “I am Sebastian and I don’t care of what you think.” He smiled sarcastically and you groaned because of his annoying gestures.

You started your conversation in that way, but you never thought that you would’ve loved him nevertheless his flaws and it never bothered you whenever he planned something bad just to obtain victory. It didn’t matter if he cheated or he stepped on other people, he should always win. You never minded him about doing those bad stuffs, until he made a really bad mess.

He was part of a glee club in high school, the Warblers, and so are you, but in a public school, New Directions. These two groups hated each other, since both of them wanted to win every sectionals, regionals and nationals and the memory of a terrible happening was still fresh in your mind, even though many years have already passed.

It was another day of fight with The Warblers, when New Directions sustained that the first has copied your group’s idea of performing a Michael Jackson song during the regionals. A sing-off had took place, so this way your group could show them that you deserved to do a Michael song.

Bad by Michael Jackson was sung by both of the groups, that have shown their best to get what they really wanted.

Everything was going well: the song, the performance and the dance moves, until something went really fast and you haven’t gotten any idea of how it has happened. You were singing the last part of the song as you saw your elder brother, Blaine, fell on the ground. He was covering his face as he was shouting for pain and agony.

“Blaine,” You quickly ran to him, not even minding to finish the started song, and kneeled in front of your suffering big brother. Around him there was a big puddle of melting red slushie. “what’s happening?”

“I can’t open my eyes; my face is burning.” He yelped in pain once again and the guys of the group quickly helped Blaine to get up. You were so confused of how it happened, you were sure that The Warblers did something stupid again.

“Talk to your boyfriend, he did this.” Santana spat her words like they were venom in her mouth. She then gave Sebastian a stinging death glare, that made you confused even more.

“Seb?” You couldn’t believe at her accusations, so you turned yourself at him and you saw that he was holding a large empty paper cup using his right hand. He was shocked on what has happened.

Anger and delusion quickly filled your emotions. You couldn’t help but get up from where you were kneeling and give him a sharp and violent slap on his right cheek. He deserved it, he really did.

“You let me down.” You shook your head and you slowly walked away from him. He was shocked on what you did, obviously, but he knew that he deserved it.

“(Y/N), it was not meant for Blaine.” He calmly explained to you, he knew he was on the wrong side. Taking a step forward, he was trying to reach your hand. You asked for your group to leave you alone with him and they quickly went away, bringing Blaine, who kept on complaining under his breathe, with them and guiding him as he walked.

“Then for who it was? Santana? Artie?” You raised your voice a little louder and you noticed that his group mates weren’t there with you anymore, in short: you two were both left alone in the room.

“It was for Kurt, damn!” He raised his voice and answered you aggressively. “You know how much I hate that annoying friend of yours.” He let the empty cup fall from his grip and he walked towards you.

“And it was okay to hurt him?” You raised your left eyebrow, sarcasm in your voice could be heard. He crossed the line and he knew that.

“I have my own reasons why I should’ve hit him with the slushie.” He sassily answered and you were honestly tired of his shit. “Who cares if I hurt Kurt?”

“Sebastian, are you fucking hearing yourself? You did this to win the regionals and I know that, because you’re too competitive! And second thing, I care for Kurt, I care for everyone in that group. I care for them and it wasn’t okay to hurt Kurt because he is part of our family, since he’s Blaine’s boyfriend.” You shouted at him. You lost your calm because of his stupid plans and his stupid words.

“And you didn’t care for what I felt? You don’t care for what your boyfriend is feeling right now. Your boyfriend.” He held everything against you that you never cared for him whenever your friends were involved. He looked at the floor with a death glare, but then quickly looked at you.

“Sebastian, I cared for you and I really did. Nothing was a lie for me and I loved you so much, with or without your flaws. I loved you, but you really crossed the line this time.” You shook your head as you spat words that hurt you and Sebastian so much. “You need to grow up and I think that it’s better if we end this relationship now.” Tears then started to stream down your face.

“No, you don’t want to break up.” Sebastian shook his head many times, not believing of what you have just said. “We decide this together, (Y/N)! You can’t break up with me, just because your friends hate me or just because I hurt Blaine accidentally. No, you can’t and I am not letting you to do so.” Sebastian was a hard-headed person and you knew that he wouldn’t agree with your decision easily.

“Sebastian, I am so damn tired of tolerating your fucking actions. You grow up and I think that this would be better for the two of us.” You sadly told him and you turned yourself away from Sebastian, trying to walk away.

“Thank you!” He sarcastically shouted. “Thank you for leaving me after what I have done for you (Y/N)! After the patience, the support and the great things I’ve given you. Thank you.”

You didn’t mind what he has said, because you knew that Sebastian was acting up like that just because he was angry with everyone, he was angry with himself. You decided to leave him, even though it was a fast and hard decision to do. You walked away from him, turning around for one last time to see Sebastian crying while he was giving you a stinging death glare. It was hard for you to let go, but you really needed to let him go.

That painful thing happened many years ago and it caused you a hard time moving on from your first serious relationship, who would’ve ever thought that just a bad happening could separate two people that loved each other.

“(Y/N)!” You suddenly heard your brother calling you and you shook your head to erase your thoughts, the gesture slightly gave you a headache.

“What is it, Blaine?” You snapped at him as you turned around to face him.

“I called you a millionth time now.” He rolled his eyes as he went near you. “You were lost in your thoughts?”

“Uhm…” You bit your lower lip and nodded as you looked in his deep hazel eyes.

“What has happened?” He curiously asked you, taking the sit beside yours.

“Something is just bothering me, but it’s not that important. Don’t worry.” You lied through your teeth and then added a fake smile at the end.

“I’m not convinced, (Y/N). I know when you’re faking it or not.” He laughed out loud and you just rolled your eyes in response.

“What is it? Why are you here?” You bitterly asked him when he caught that you were just pretending to be okay.

“Someone’s looking for you downstairs.” His face quickly became serious. You suddenly felt a sting in your chest and you became nervous for a second.

“Who is it?” You curiously asked, trying to hide your nervousness.

“I didn’t ask, but you should go now.” He flashed you a sweet smile to courage you and you just nodded your head, not knowing why you quickly got up and walked out of your room.

You quickly ran downstairs and you felt another pang in your chest as you saw who it was. How could it be possible that you were thinking of him just a moment before and he then suddenly shows up at your door?

He was talking with Kurt calmly, but they suddenly stopped when they noticed that you were fixing your gaze on them.

“(Y/N)!” Kurt happily greeted you, like what he does every day. It’s a fun to live with Blaine and Kurt, because they always spoil you and you always get what you want. They take care of you as if you were their daughter, even though you are grown up now.

“Morning, Kurt.” You absent-mindedly greeted him. He got up from the couch and smiled at you.

“Do you want something while you talk to Sebastian?” He gently asked.
“I’m fine, Kurt. Thank you.” You sweetly smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

“Alright, I’m leaving the both of you then.” He started to walk upstairs, obviously going to where Blaine was. You and Sebastian both followed his steps, but then looked at each other shyly when Kurt was already out of the scene.

“Uhm,” He shyly started. “Hi?”

“Hi.” You shortly replied. You couldn’t deny the fact that you missed him so much, but he hurt you and you couldn’t just hug him tightly, like what you used to do.

“How are you?” He seemed happy at that moment. He was happy to see you and you knew it, you could see it in his eyes.

“I’m fine, stuck at studying Law and Government.” You sighed as you break the ice between the two of you and you treated him as if he didn’t do anything in the past. “How about you?”

“I’m good, thank you.” He smiled. “If you want I can help you to study.”

“Uhm, okay.” You nodded slowly and his smile widen even more. “Why did you visit?”

“Oh,” His smile suddenly fell and he had a serious look in his eyes. “it’s about the past.”

“Sebastian, we can’t change the past.” You reminded him coldly.

“I know, but we can change our future.” He looked at you and you saw the loneliness in his green orbs. “If we want to, we can.”

“But,” You didn’t know what to say. You want to fix everything with him, but it feels like your pride is still eating you whole.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, but let me say that I am sorry for what I have done in high school. I know that I was a douchebag that didn’t deserve anything in his life, but I am grown up now. I know what is right from wrong and believe me that I really do. In high school, I thought it was all fun and games, until it’s not.” He explained it seriously while he fiddled with his fingers. “Losing you made me realize something and I knew that I wanted to change myself.”

“Sebastian.” You sadly pronounced his name. “I really don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say something.” He bit his lip and then he admired his shoes, as if they were the most interesting things in the planet. “I just wanted to tell you this.”

“You really changed.” You smiled sweetly. You missed Sebastian and you couldn’t lose him for the second time now. If you both met once again after all these years, there is a possible reason. “I’ve been unfair to you that day, I know, but I am happy that you decided to change yourself.”

“It wasn’t easy to lose someone you loved so much.” He looked at you straight in the eyes, but he looked away when you both felt embarrassed.

“I agree that it wasn’t easy.” You nodded slowly. “And you know how much I want to change the future with you.” You were shocked for the words that slipped out from your mouth.

“Really?” He was full of enthusiasm and he was really happy on what you have just said.

“Really.” You shortly answered.

“So, can we start it all over again?” He asked you sincerely. “Obviously, in a better way.”

“Hi, I am (Y/N) and I think that you are a douche bag.” You winked at him, remembering how you two first met.

“Mademoiselle,” He flashed you a kinky smirk. You smiled because he still remembered everything. “I am Sebastian and I am sorry for treating your friend bad.” He then smiled and winked at you.

You both chuckled loudly and you both got up from your seats. You warmly wrapped your arms around each other’s body and you enjoyed his touch silently. You missed his smell, you missed his hugs, you missed everything, but you are happy that you can finally have all of these things every day once again.


So I’m uploading this part a little earlier than I participated because I figured that there was nothing integral to the plot in it; I can afford to upload it without fear of needing to go back and change things. Thanks to @agentpiku and @thefallenbibliophilequote for the comments last time, and to @imagine-that-marvel and @marveliskindacool for beta-reading. Enjoy my darlings!

‘The Tower’ (Part 2)

Part 1

On the outskirts of the city, a great distance away from the main city and its glittering palace, lay a small greening village of no more than 600 peoples. The town’s inhabitants were hardened and hearty on account of the toil and labour that had allowed their home to prosper. Such success was granted in part by the vast forest that lay adjacent…

Thanks to the resources provided by the neighbouring woods, a thriving economy had been cultivated within the town. The first mile of forest alone held plenteous income for the town. A particularly large river that passed the edge provided ample fishing opportunities. Bushes bristling with berries and root vegetables were easily found. Even veins of metal ores and precious stones were locatable within a day of dedicated searching.

The only way out of the city was via a main road that also navigated the thick trees. Carriages moved through it on a daily basis, bringing goods to and from the village. Despite the traffic on this path, nobody ever dared to venture away from it, for fear of what terrors the shadowy thicket held.

Everyone in the village had a role. If you were strong, you felled wood. If you were fast, you hunted. If you were patient, you herded cattle.

It was probably why you felt so isolated.

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Beauty and the Beast has always been my favourite disney and favourite animated movie. I find it just perfect, the story, the characters, the emotions, the magic… when Belle fell in love with the Beast, I fell in love with the movie.
So when I heard about a live adaptation, I couldn’t hide my excitement, but at the same time, I knew I would be even more severe with it.
I watched it this morning and let’s say it right away, it’s far from the level of its predecessor, but it’s not a bad movie either. I would even say, it’s ok.

Let’s talk about the story and direction first. No surprise, as an adaptation, it follows the same path, keeping the dialogs and iconic moments, and for those parts I can say it was pretty good. Then come the adding scenes and here, I am shared. Some are very welcome like those focusing on the father and his past (having more details about Belle’s mom permits a further connection with the Beast who lost his mother too, so it serves to the story). But other scenes are just pointless, and mostly focused on secondary characters. For example, they decided to include the enchantress in the movie but…..she is totally useless…. I felt it like it was to throw a celebrity’s face at us, I didn’t understand the point of this character :/
Also, what a mistake to show the prince as human in the beginning!!!!!! I admit, this is the thing that made me cringe hard. Let me explain. The 1st Disney presented us the man as a Beast, because that was characterized him at this moment, even as human he was just a Beast. But we learn to discover the human in him, until finally meet him under his true appearance. SHOWING THE PRINCE IN THE FIRST SCENE RUINED THIS >< !!!!! **angry**
I didn’t like how they handle the very end either, it should have been Belle & Prince moments, when the world is singing their tale. But the many second character got a moment too and it even stopped on the singer’s face, like why?? There’re some choices of direction I clearly didn’t understand.
Anyway, it works for the most part but like I said, some things were pointless.

What about the characters now? Well, I have to say it, the Beast was GREAT.
And really, that was the thing I was going to be so much critical, since, I think it’s the same for everyone who loved the animated version, we have all melted for him and learnt to love him like Belle did. And this is exactly the case here, at least for me. I even think they handled it a bit better tbh. In the first movie, The Beast went from a grumpy attitude to a pretty sweet guy quite suddenly. Here, after being saved by Belle, he is softer for sure but he still has a grumpy character because he still doesn’t know how to act near Belle. But his gaze changed for sure, you can see the emotions through his eyes, like in the animated version. And once again, I melted for him, I could see the human there. And it’s a shame Belle wasn’t as good sadly. Don’t get me wrong, Emma Watson is a good Belle really, she plays it well and her performance is fine. It’s just she was lacking of something I’d say….I needed more delight? she kept a lot the “tender smiling face” but I expected her to be more expressive seeing all the magical things happening around her. Even during the danger with the wolves, she doesn’t look afraid really. She was maybe a bit too reserved. But at least, when he was with the Beast, her expressions were more “alive”, so it’s not that bad either. But she has also some positive side like the way she is actually asking why everyone has this appearance. Belle is curious and willing to help, so it seems normal she would wonder about this, in the animated it always seems a bit odd to me she never asked anything about the origin of the magical things around her.
Concerning the secondary characters now, there are actually pretty good. Gaston was the best character for me like omg he was perfect. I couldn’t see a better Gaston x) Lefou was fine too, pretty funny and very lovable imo. The father, having more development than in the original, was more interesting personally. Then for the castle servants, I have nothing to say either, they’re funny, dynamic, enjoyable, and well interpreted (emma thompson especially).
But like I said before, the enchantress role was useless and some other characters didn’t really need more expositions.

Now, the music. I am gonna say this but the best parts of the movie are for sure the musical scenes. It’s exactly how I pictured the live version of them, big, very well choreographed, colorful and memorable. I’m crazy of Alan Menken’s themes in this film, and hearing them in cinema, I swear it gave me the chills so much (and I almost teared up during the main song/////). There are also new songs, and they haven’t all caught me the same, some are even not really necessary in my opinion, being very short and adding anything in particular. But How Does A Moment Last Forever and Evermore will definitely stay in your mind (Evermore is my new disney crush song >v<).
Ok ok, I’m gonna say it though, I heard a lot about it before the movie but, yeah yeah, Emma Watson’s auto tune is too obvious and even a bit distracting ^^’’
I watched it in english so tbh I wonder how it would be in french now (I don’t even know if the songs are dubbed).

I will end with the decorations and costumes. It was really massive and I can see all the works behind it, and really I can say I’ve been very pleased most of the time. I still can’t love Belle’s dress though xDD just, no…

So, if you have read all of this, I’m sorry ahaha I love so much talking cinema and I knew I would have a lot to say for this one. So my finale opinion? The best live version of all certainly but it has its disappointing details. It’s still a fine adaptation imo, I’m satisfied with it even if it won’t ever replace my first love, the first movie.

Day 5, Crossover

Title: Immortals
Rating: General Audience
Warnings: None
Summary: Viktor and Yuuri visit San Fransokyo for sightseeing. They find themselves running into a certain 14 year old boy and his giant marshmallow robot on….rocket skates?!

(This one turned out to be my most fav prompt so far for Victuuriweek!)

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Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls. PART 3. [BTS x Reader fic]

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

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

Link to previous story here: MASQUERADE



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

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

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

Club Au, Masquerade Ball Au, Burlesque Au

Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Fluff & Smut

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           Jimin hadn’t intended to take things that far…not with you at least.

           He hopped into the shower while Hoseok was cooking a late-night snack for them, letting the warm water hit his taut muscles as he recalled the events that had happened simply an hour ago.

           Since you had mentioned meeting V at the ball after his company Christmas party, he had planned to check out the place himself, knowing that a lot of girls looking for romance would probably frequent there. Dually, he wanted to see this V guy for himself so he waited in a booth, watching you at the bar. He had thrown on one of the masks he was creating for the trainees at the Club, having kept it instead because it was a masterpiece. He gelled his hair differently, put colored contacts in, and stuck insoles in his shoes, trying to look different.

           Time ticked by and you seemed anxious, turning away guys who approached you and desperately looking around for any sign of your precious perfect match. He glanced at his watch. It was already ten minutes. Judging from your worried expression and wandering eyes, you hadn’t received an assuring text that he was still arriving. So Jimin jumped into action. He grabbed a rose from the center piece and waltzed over to you.

           Honestly, he expected you to figure out his disguise in a short amount of time. But wanting to make the surprise more hysterical, he altered his voice. It was one of his talents, especially since some of his clients had different accents and tones as specified turn-ons. He imagined you smacking him and cracking up at his princely attire, asking what the hell he was doing spying on you.

           But then you thought he was V.

           He missed the timing to reveal himself because he hadn’t seen you so excited and relieved before. He honestly felt guilty breaking the news that you possibly had gotten stood up by someone you truly believed to be your perfect match.

           So as you two danced closely, he hesitantly acted. He pulled back when you tried to grind into him nervously. This was something you had never done with each other and he wasn’t sure what he should do when you were being so forward.

           You grinned as you grabbed his arms to pull him closer to you.

           "Are you afraid of me?“ You had asked him.

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

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

           Although he knew it was directed at V, rather than him, he couldn’t help but smile at your comment. If you never found out it was him, then what was the harm? He wasn’t Jimin or Red Mask at this point. He was Maroon mask, someone different. So he pulled you flush against his body.

           You grinded into him needily and he felt himself grow harder. He tried hard to control his urge, knowing it was you. Gripping at your waist, he attempted to think of an excuse on why you shouldn’t continue. But he couldn’t think of any.

           This was neither of your first times flirting with a complete stranger, and he hadn’t lied about anything. He meant everything he said…although he was leaving out the significant factor of his identity, which for the record, you never asked nor confirmed whether he was V or not.

           Then your hand traced his mask, down to the side of his face softly, and he closed his eyes, taking in your gentle touch. He had only felt this when he was wasted out of his mind and you had to take care of him and Hoseok. Or when he was deathly sick and you had to baby him back to health. This was a completely different situation. You weren’t taking care of him this time, and he wasn’t intoxicated or even ill.

           When you leaned forward, he inhaled sharply and pulled back, his heart racing. Of all the times he joked and flirted with you, he knew that you both had drawn a clear line. You both walked beside the line at times, but there was a distinct barrier. That was why he was so open with fooling around with you. You never seriously took a second look at him or fell for his antics.

           "What’s wrong?“ you had asked him, your eyes filled with worry.

           "Well…we haven’t done this before…” he hesitated, trying to figure out an escape route. He wasn’t lying. You both had had many drunk close calls, but you both came back to your senses and laughed it off. This was going to be a first. He wasn’t sure how to feel about this.

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

           That’s right. He wasn’t Jimin. He had a mask on. He was Maroon mask. You clearly wanted someone tonight, and he would vow to take this night silently to his grave. It was just going to be a one-time thing. As your best friend, he had a duty to help you feel better about being stood up and rejected. What was the harm in a kiss anyway? He had even kissed Hoseok because of a truth or dare game once, so it didn’t– it doesn’t– mean anything.

           So, he shook his head and cupped your face. “Not at all…”

           Slowly, he opened his mouth and captured your lips sweetly. Immediately, you both melted into each other.

           And damn, he knew he was in trouble immediately.

           The images of your essentially bare body, your hands, your neck, your legs, and the things you said to him, the way you sounded, floated around his head.

           "Holy shit.“ he exhaled as he leaned his forehead against the shower glass.

           He had to take this secret to his grave. He could never tell Hoseok or anyone.

           His hands wrapped around his dick as he imagined how you had finished him. Then he froze and raised his hands up.

           "What the hell are you doing Jimin?” he scolded himself.

           He had finally experienced a fraction of how fantastic you were in bed and it sent shivers down his spine. He licked his lips as he shut the water. Hurriedly, he grabbed the lotion by his sink and began stroking himself as he reminisced on how he had come completely undone at the will of your hand alone.

           His body wanted to know what else you could do, but the memory of this night and his rampant imagination coupled with his knowledge of your escapades and talents would have to suffice.

           At least, for now.

           "Jimin! The food is getting cold! Hurry up!“ Hoseok called from the other side of the door.

           "Hold on! I’m jacking myself off!” Jimin answered truthfully.

           "Dammit Jimin! I told you not to tell me these things!“ Hoseok groaned.

           "You wanna help?” Jimin teased.

           "God, Chims. I’m taken! Just hurry up and fucking wash your hands before you come out. I don’t want your jizz on my meal.“

           "Will do ~”

           "Geez, did you not get fucked at this ball you went to?“ Hoseok hissed.

           "I did!”

           "Then why the hell do you need to jack yourself off again?“

           Jimin’s lips curled up, "It was one hell of a hott time.”


           You felt Jimin’s eyes on you as you walked around Club Masquerade, taking inventory of all the new kitchenware that had come in. He hadn’t approached you as he usually did when he walked in so you thought he was just having one of his off days. You didn’t bother him and went about your business, but you could feel his stare from across the room as you moved.

           Exhaling, finally having enough of his ambiguously prolonged gaze, you turned and marched to the table he was sitting in, sipping tea uncharacteristically.

           "Okay, say what you need to say.“

           You slammed your hand onto the table and he grinned. He had been willing you to come over to him first and childishly, he was ecstatic it worked.

           "You’ve been watching me since you arrived, and what the fuck is with you sipping tea?” You raised an eyebrow then gasped. “Did you meet someone?”

           He blinked, “What?”

           "You have that blank look. Oh I know that look. You got hella fucked this weekend!“ You clapped your hands and Jimin blushed, remembering how he didn’t even get to showcase his skills at the ball. What an embarrassment to his title.

           He frowned.

           "I did not get HELLA fucked this weekend.”

           "But you definitely had sex.“ You pointed out happily.

           "Well what about you then?” he smirked, expectantly. “When are you going to tell me about how meeting your Prince Charming went?’

           You stepped back, "Oh, we didn’t get to meet. Something came up.”

           "Oh?“ Jimin pressed. "Then what happened when he didn’t show up?”

           "Nothing.“ You shrugged.

           Jimin pursed his lips. "You’re totally lying to me!”

           You rolled your eyes. “Okay, so I was stupid and thought some other guy was V.”

           "And?“ Jimin blinked, expectantly.

           "Well I gave him a hand job and that was that.” You simply stated.

           "Wait–that was that?“

           "I don’t know what else you want me to say Jimin.” You snorted.

           "I mean,“ he leaned, trying to sound cool and nonchalant. "how was he?”

           You looked at him, amused. “I mean, he was okay.”

           His face fell in horror. “JUST okay?”

           You furrowed your brows, “Yeah. Just okay. I jacked HIM off so it was just okay for me.”

           At least that’s what you swore you would say to people. But in fact, you hadn’t stopped thinking about this mysterious Maroon mask all weekend. Something about him was completely magnetizing, but you pushed that aside, believing it was because you didn’t get to actually sleep with him. You had thought he was V and that you would have more time to get to know him, so you were filled with what ifs. That was simply the reason.

           Jimin glared at you as you walked back to your boxes.

           JUST OKAY? He had never been called ‘just okay’ his entire life. Not when it came to sex at least. He huffed and marched towards her angrily.

           "How could you say that about a guy? Maybe he didn’t get to show his full potential that night.“ he defended.

           You glanced at him, amused. "Why’re you getting so worked up about me having an 'okay’ time with some random guy I jacked off?”

           "Well something about him must’ve drawn you in enough to do that?“

           You laughed as you lifted a box up, "Chims. I didn’t know you were so interested in my sex life.”

           He grabbed the box from you easily and you picked up the other. “I’m not. I’m just saying it could be hurtful to the guy if you tell others that it was 'just okay’.”

           "I wouldn’t tell his friends considering I don’t even know who the hell he was.“ You giggled. "Don’t worry about the poor guy. He probably has forgotten about me already anyway. Boy, was he a smooth talker though. I’ll give him that.”

           Jimin grinned and perked up. “See? He had a good quality. What else did you like about him?”

           You rolled your eyes. “I’m not having this conversation with you, Chims.”

           "Why not? We tell each other everything!“ he pressed.

           "Would you like me to tell you then when I suck V’s dick this coming Friday?” you smirked.

           He halted. “What? V?”

           You turned and nodded, “Yeah. We rescheduled our meeting for this coming Friday. He apologized and I clearly had no right to complain about being stood up if I had mistaken him for some other man.”

           Jimin blinked. “So you’re still set on meeting him?”

           "Yeah.“ You laughed. "They had an emergency surgery for one his pet clients and he rushed to the animal hospital. Who could be mad about that?”

           "That’s true.“ Jimin hummed as you instructed him where to place the box. "Did you tell him about the guy you slept with?”

           "You’re the only one that knows.“ You hushed. "I felt kind of stupid assuming things. Plus he doesn’t need to know about that. We’re not anything yet.”

           "But you don’t regret it right?“

           You shook your head. "Nah, I had a good time so what’s there to regret?”

           "Ha!“ Jimin beamed. "You said you had a good time! So he wasn’t just okay!”

           "Seriously? What has gotten into you?“ You laughed as you ruffled his hair. "Go get changed, Chims.”

           He smiled lightheartedly, “'Kay!”

            You scratched the back of your head, puzzled, as you watched him skip to his dressing room happily.

           V: I know you’re at work, but I found this cute picture of the puppy you said you wanted!

           You smiled as you slipped your heels on and sat at your desk.

           Coffeegirl: IT’S PRECIOUS OMG! Is it one of your clients?

           V: Haha no, I can’t reveal their identities. Each client is protected from their information being leaked. I could become a convict!

           Coffeegirl: LOL. You certainly can’t risk that.

           V: I found it on the internet. Wanna see a video of the puppy doing something cute?

           Coffeegirl: I welcome all fluffy animal videos.

           V: Haha once we finally meet, I want to take you to the animal hospital. I’m sure my pet clients will love you.

           Coffeegirl: I’d really like that :)

           V: Thank you again for understanding about this weekend :/ I can’t get over it.

           Coffeegirl: Honestly it’s fine! haha I’m over it and we’ll start fresh on Friday.

           V: Don’t worry. I bought an external charger and an extra battery for my phone, so something like that will NEVER happen again.

           You giggled. He was as endearing as ever. Your stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of finally meeting him. How tall was he? What did his voice sound like? What did he look like?

           Suddenly, you glanced at the door as it opened expectantly, but it was just one of the hosts. Your face fell and you went back to marking your planner. You didn’t want to admit it, but you had actually grown accustomed to Taehyung’s visits before opening. However, he hadn’t shown up yet and it was almost time for the clients to come in.

           You hummed.

           "CHIMS.“ You called out.

           "Yes, my love?” he popped out from behind the veil at your call.

           You rolled your eyes at his pet name. “I’m going to go to the Burlesque club for a sec. Man the desk for me.”

           Jimin shook his head disapprovingly. “Y/N….”

           "What?“ You mumbled.

           "Once you meet with V, you’re going to have to stop flirting with this Taehyung guy.”

           "Which do you think I should date?“ You smiled.

           "In my opinion… neither.” He rolled his eyes.

           "Well I wasn’t going to listen to your answer anyway.“ You laughed as you grabbed your phone. "I’ll be right back.”

           "Yep.“ Jimin sat in your chair and propped his legs up on the desk.

           "Feet off the planner.” You scolded.

           "Right.“ He put his foot down but put it right back up when you disappeared.


           You hurried over and entered the Burlesque Bar curiously. It was oddly quiet and you finally spotted Taehyung, dozing off on the counter. You swallowed when you noticed that his shirt wasn’t buttoned all the way up and his hair was sexily disheveled.

           How can someone look this attractive sleeping?

           But then again, Taehyung was attractive even when he was making weird faces to get you to laugh out your nerves. You smiled and reached out to touch his hair carefully. It had always looked so fluffy and soft, and you were happy to discover that you were right.

           However, he stirred and you wanted to run away hurriedly before he spotted you. Except when you heard your name emerge from his lips, you found yourself unable to move.

           Had you heard correctly?

           His chocolate eyes opened and glanced over at you. His lips curled up sleepily.

           "I knew it was you.” he hummed, shutting his eyes again.

           He sat up and stretched sluggishly. “What brings you here?”

           You blushed. You couldn’t tell him you were expecting and waiting for him to visit.

           "I just missed you.“ You admitted meekly.

           He grinned widely, despite the drowsiness still evident in his actions.

           "I missed you too!”

           Your heart fluttered.

           "Can I feel your hair too?“ he tilted his head.

           "What?”

           "You felt mine so now I want to feel yours.“ he laughed innocently. "It always looked so soft.”

           Your cheeks turned a shade of pink as you leaned forward. He reached over and gently stroked your hair, his face close to yours.

           "Good Y/N.“ he giggled as he petted your head playfully. "Thanks for checking up on me and sorry I didn’t get to go visit you today.”

           You shook your head. “I should visit you sometimes too.”

           Tae chuckled, “I’m not nearly as busy as you, so you don’t have to do that. Though, some of my alcohol friends like Heineken and Smirnoff might miss me if I’m gone too long.”

           You grinned, “Oh well we can’t have that.”

           You stared at each other intently and you broke the eye contact first, finally remembering that you had put Jimin in charge, and that your Club could possibly be participating in a massive orgy at this point.

           "Well I have to go.“

           Tae nodded, still smiling happily. "It’s opening night woo! I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

           "See you.“ You breathed, forcing yourself to walk away from this handsome man and out the door.


           It was finally Opening Night for the Burlesque Bar & Lounge, and you were frantically pacing back and forth backstage. You were the lead of the Opening act and you suddenly were regretting accepting such a role.

           "Whoa there.” Tae grabbed hold of your shoulders as you almost ran into the curtains. “They aren’t ready for you out there yet.”

           You gave a nervous laugh, but you couldn’t bring yourself to think about anything else but everything that could go wrong during your performance.

           "Hey.“ he softened his tone when he saw the fear in your eyes. "Heyyy.”

           He smiled and rubbed your arms, trying to meet your shy gaze playfully. Your lips curled up as he adorable face came into your line of vision.

           "You’re going to be fantastic.“ he whispered. "You’ve been practicing harder than anyone else here. And I know cause I walk you out.”

           You chuckled.

           "You’re going to blow everyone away.“ he stated confidently and grabbed your hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze. "If you can’t trust yourself, trust in me.”

           You glanced up at him.

           "I believe that your efforts aren’t going to go to waste. And the talents that you have won’t go unnoticed anymore.“

           Your eyes watered from his kind words and he beamed at you.

           "You need to have fun, okay? This stage is for you, not for anyone else.” he continued.

           You nodded. He was right. You wanted to perform for yourself, not for anyone else. But your heart also desired to perform for him to show your gratitude for everything. Tae had discovered you after all and he continually encouraged you when you doubted yourself.

           It made you wonder what your perfect match V would say if you shared your hopes, dreams, and ambitions with him. You had been nervous to do so because it paled in comparison to his selfless goals of saving animals. You knew he wouldn’t judge you; that it was really only your own self underestimating the importance of your dreams.

           "Thank you Tae.“ You squeezed his hand in return.

           He cupped your face gently.

           "Make them all fall for you out there.”

           "Everyone?“ You fluttered your eyes flirtatiously.

           He smiled, "Everyone.”

           Your heart flipped over. Had he just asked you to seduce him? Or was that just what you wanted to hear him say?


           Jimin found himself a seat at the bar comfortably, looking around for any sign of his unpredictable friend and the object of your evident fancy. He spotted Tae scurrying out from backstage and he pursed his lips in annoyance, assuming he had probably been with you.

           "Jimin!“ Tae greeted immediately.

           Jimin hurriedly changed his expression. "Tae!”

           "Thanks for coming, man!“ Tae laughed as he got behind the bar. "First drink’s on me.”

           "Thanks bro.“ Jimin smiled and Tae slid a beer his way. "How’s my girl doing?”

           Tae grinned, Jimin’s purposeful use of possession flying over his head.

           "She was a bit nervous but I calmed her down.“

           Jimin’s eye twitched, "Oh?”

           "She’s so cute.“ Tae giggled. "She’s doing the opening number. So prepare yourself.”

           Jimin was about to reply when the music began. His eyes immediately shot to the stage, waiting for you to emerge. The curtains flew open and the crowd cheered obnoxiously. Jimin swallowed hard as the silhouette of your figure was outlined by the dim lighting. You were wearing the high leather stiletto boots you had been parading in a few weeks ago and essentially leather underwear, cupping your firm ass tightly.

           Tae whistled and clapped along with everyone. Jimin shook his head in disbelief and joined them. The music began and you spun around, belting out the first few notes. You were wearing a leather corset, pushing your breasts upwards and closer together. Confidently, you marched down the decorated steps placed on the stage. Jimin licked his lips as he watched your boobs bounce as you did so.

           Taehyung clutched his heart as you sent a wink in his direction, and Jimin couldn’t help but glare at him. Your lips were seductively red and plump, and they had drawn in a mole under your eye, which made your gaze sexier and more inviting than usual.

           Your voice echoed throughout the lounge excitedly as you began dancing and singing about the things you wanted a man to do to you. Swaying your hips according to the tempo, shimmying deeply towards the audience, demanding their undivided their attention. Your hand traveled down your chest and people raced towards the stage as you smirked and pulled out a handkerchief from between your breasts, throwing it to them.

           Jimin and Tae cracked up at your playfulness.

           You lifted your leg up onto a speaker and caressed it as you fluttered your eyes seductively at the closest men. They reached for you and you flirtatiously walked away, swaying your hips to accentuate it.

           The music slowed down and you stood at center stage belting the last note of your song, holding onto the zipper of your corset. Jimin felt himself at the edge of his seat and everyone was holding their breath anxiously. You winked and bit your lip while you unzipped your corset. The lights shut as soon as it was unzipped and Jimin, along with a few in the crowd loudly exhaled, disappointed he hadn’t seen anything.

           "Damn. She’s hott.“ He heard a group of guys exclaim beside him.

           He smiled happily. That was his best friend after all.

            "She’s really something.” Tae moseyed back to chat with Jimin. “She’s a natural.”

           Jimin snorted. “You can’t even begin to imagine.”

           Tae tilted his head, inquisitively.

           Jimin coughed, “Yeah. She’s always been really good at moving her body.”

           Tae smiled and Jimin turned around, and made a face of panic, praying that his statement didn’t make him sound like a total sleazebag.

           What was he saying?

           "Damn, Tae. Hit me with a shot.“ A customer sat at the bar. "That opening girl has got me hot and bothered already.”

           Tae grinned proudly as he poured the customer a drink, “She’s in every number today, so you’re not out of the steam yet.”

           "Gosh. I’ll be here every night if her ass is shaking on that stage.“

           Tae giggled, "I’m sure she’d appreciate the support.”

           Jimin’s eyes flitted back on stage as the music began once again. His eyes popped out of its sockets as you appeared in simply a red bra and underwear, with matching high leather boots, all topped off with a harness, which hugged your waist and chest snugly.

           Jimin’s eyes locked with yours for a split second, and his mind immediately flashed back to the night at the Masquerade Ball. This time, you were wearing this outfit, but dominating him as you did previously. He gulped.

           "Tae.“ he called.

           Tae didn’t pry his eyes off of you on stage as he slid to Jimin. "Hm?”

           "I need something stronger than this.“ Jimin choked out.

           Tae laughed and handed him a shot of Everclear. Jimin downed it and hissed as it burned his throat, trying to return to his senses.

           Tae was grinning widely as he watched the look of pure joy in your eyes as you continued your performances. While he was reveling in your beauty, Jimin was just plain being tortured by you. Now that he had you once, he wanted to know what else you could do.

           "Hit me again, Tae.” he croaked, trying to get a hold of himself.

           "Take it easy, Chims.“ he chuckled. "Want something to eat?”

           "You’re right. Yeah.“ Jimin nodded as he threw back his second strong shot.

           Tae smiled at him warmly. "I’ll put in the order for you.”

           "Thanks, man.“

           "She’s one of a kind, huh?” Tae questioned, eyes still watching you intently.

           Jimin glanced at Tae and found an expression of pure admiration on his face. Something inside him lurched at the realization. This man had fallen for you and not just for your body, but for you. Jimin chugged a bit of his beer before replying.

           "Yeah, she’s always been one of a kind.“

           Tae beamed. "I’m glad I found her.”


           Coffeegirl: So can I tell you something?
           V: Of course. Anything ^^

           Coffeegirl: Umm I’m kind of embarrassed to say it…

           V: Whenever you’re comfortable to tell me then. Don’t rush :)

           Coffeegirl: I umm well my dream is to perform…

           V: Like a singer?

           Coffeegirl: Yeah…but like, not exactly mainstream. I was hoping Broadway one day.

           V: THAT’S AWESOME! Why’re you embarrassed about that? That’s an amazing dream!

           You smiled as you patted Jimin’s back. You were sitting on a bench out on the sidewalk in front of the Burlesque lounge. Jimin had a few shots too many and Tae took care of him while you were still performing. You laughed, amused, when Tae explained that Jimin was so impressed by you he just kept asking for shots. You were pretty sure that wasn’t the reason, but Tae’s proud expression was something you couldn’t refute. So here you were, waiting for Hoseok to drive a drunk Jimin home.

           "Seriously. This is such an off day for you. What happened this weekend?“ You exhaled as you continued to rub his back.

           He whined about his headache and leaned into your shoulder.

           "Well I’m surprised your liver didn’t explode. Everclear has 95% alcohol! You know that.” You scolded him.

           He pouted and nuzzled into you. “Your voice is too louddd. Stop yelling!”

           You exhaled as you patted his head. “Just sleep, just sleep. You become such a baby when you have too much alcohol.”

           Jimin closed his eyes and immediately fell into slumber in your arms. Using your free hand, you messaged V back.

           Coffeegirl: I always thought it was kind of childish, and I mean…I’m not saving anyone like you are.

           V: No way! Music is universal! It heals more people in a quicker span of time than I ever could for animals.

           Your heart welled up.

           Coffeegirl: That’s definitely a better way to put it. Although, I guess my reasoning is pretty selfish.

           V: What’s your reason?

           Coffeegirl: I just want to sing and perform. It makes me feel good.

           V: Isn’t everyone doing something that makes them feel good though?

           You hummed and nodded. He had a point.

           Suddenly, Hoseok’s car pulled up in front of you and you slipped your phone into your jacket.

           "Geezus.“ Hoseok laughed as he stepped out. "I feel like I’m in college again. What happened?”

           "I was performing so I have no idea what was going on with him. He’s been off all day. Did something happen this weekend?“ You questioned.

           Hoseok pondered. "Well he said he went somewhere– I forgot– but he said he slept with someone. Nothing past that.”

           "Wow. Not describing his conquests? That’s new.“

           "I think she really fucked him good if you asked me.” Hoseok whispered.

           You gasped, your interest piqued. “Seriously? What happened?”

           "He was jacking himself off in the shower.“

           "So he was reminiscing?” You breathed. “This is groundbreaking Hobi.”

           "Right?“ He giggled. "But I don’t want to make a big deal yet.”

           "Chims getting fucked so good that he actually remembered what happened is HUGE.“ You laughed.

           Hoseok pried Jimin off of you, but the latter tightened his embrace around your body. You blushed as he pressed his face into your boobs.

           "Jimin. You perv.” You smacked him and he winced, immediately letting go.

           "Up we go.“ Hoseok stood him up as he wobbled.

           "Oh? Hobi? You’re taking me home?” Jimin giggled and hugged his friend. “Can I sleep with you??”

           "No. My girlfriend is over and you can count your lucky stars we weren’t in the middle of something. Cause you can bet I’d leave your sorry ass on this street.“ Hoseok hissed as he dumped Jimin into his backseat then turned to you, his face kind this time. "Want me to give you a lift?”

           You smiled and shook your head. “I can walk, don’t worry. You have a bit of a drive. And Silver’s waiting for you.”

           "Alright. Be careful, Y/N. It’s late.“ Hoseok worried.

           "I’ll be fine.”

           "Take it easy then.“

           You waved as the car disappeared. Grinning up at the night sky, you finally were alone with your emotions. You had finally performed, and you were without a doubt addicted to it. You remembered the way Tae had kept his eyes on you the entire night. You had been performing for him. You wanted to show everyone that he didn’t make the wrong decision. He believed in you and you didn’t want to let him down. The way he hugged you tightly at the end of the night was the only reward you needed, but then he whispered into your hair.

           "I knew you were something wonderful.”

           You hugged your phone as you giddily made your way home.


           "Hey.“ Jimin was back to normal the next morning and as usual, he stopped by to order coffee from you.

           You smirked. "Hey champ. Back from the dead, huh?”

           He laughed, “4 coffees this time. Usual though.”

           You swiped his card and he stepped to the side slightly as he continued speaking.

           "When do you have your lunch break?“

           "Um lunch time. Noon.” You answered as you pushed in the next customer’s order with ease. “Why?”

           "Eat lunch with me.“

           "What?”

           "I don’t like eating lunch alone.“

           "You have Hoseok, Silver, your fan girls.” You smiled at the next person and took their order.

           "Yeah but I’m a third wheel and I’d rather eat with you.“ he pouted.

           You exhaled and glanced at him, exasperated.  

           "Mr. Park?”

           Jimin turned and you recognized your next customer as one of the co-workers you had met at the Christmas party.

           "Oh my gosh. Hi!“ she spotted you. "Mr. Park’s girlfriend! I can’t remember your name.”

           "I never gave it.“ You mused. "How can I help you?”

           Jimin burst out in laughter at your snark reply and played it off as a cough.

           "He always came in with this brand of coffee so I wanted to try it for myself.“ she explained unnecessarily.

           Peripherally, you could see Jimin cracking up silently.

           "I didn’t think he’d be coming here to see his girlfriend every morning! How sweet!”

           "Yes, very.“ You curtly agreed. "What will you be having today?”

           "Oh right. Whatever Mr. Park gets here.“

           "Coming right up.” You smiled fakely then hurried to make the orders, sparing a glare towards an amused Jimin.

           "You need to stop coming by. Tell them you dumped me or something. I don’t care.“ You hissed as you prepared the coffees.

           "Hey you shouldn’t complain. I’m attracting you customers. They’ll tip you more when I tell them about the baby.” he winked.

           "Don’t you dare…“ you whispered as you handed him the 4 cups in a cup holder tray.

           He took one out, smirking. "One’s for you, babe.”

           You laughed and sipped it happily. “But caffeine isn’t good for the baby.”

           Jimin chuckled, “I’ll pick you up for lunch.”

           You rolled eyes, knowing he wouldn’t have taken no for an answer anyway. And how could you turn down free food? Jimin always paid considering he was rolling in money while you were struggling.

           "See you at the office.“ He pointed at his co-worker and she beamed, excited that he didn’t forget her.

           You handed her her order and whispered, "You should give up. You’re not his type.”

           She looked at you alarmed at her feelings being exposed.

           "Well if you hurry you could probably walk with him to his office.“ You batted your eyes innocently. "Tell him his girlfriend sent you.”

           She blushed and sprinted out of the cafe as you chuckled playfully. The amount of girls Jimin attracted always astounded you.


           "So you admitted to being my girlfriend?“ Jimin grinned cheekily as he slid the seat out for you.

           You sat down at the table and laughed, "I just felt sorry for them. They aren’t your type.”

           Jimin propped his elbow onto the table and cupped his chin. “What is my type to you then?”

           "Mmmm…well…“ you pondered. "sexually it’s anyone with a vagina.”

           The family beside you coughed and gave you two an angry look. Jimin laughed as you bowed apologetically.

           "Okay so you never go for someone who is super into you UNLESS you’re really desperate.“ You lowered your voice. "You go for someone who you think is a challenge.”

           "Do I?“ he smirked.

           "You know you do.” You rolled your eyes as you opened the menu. “Cause it makes you proud when you conquer them.”

           He laughed, “It does.”

           "I swear you’re going to get fucked over one of these days.“ You shook your head.

           Your curse earned another glare from the family so you leaned forward closer to Jimin. He did the same so your faces were inches apart. You whispered so that only you two could hear your conversation.

           "One day, someone’s going to fuck you so good you won’t know what to do with yourself. You’re going to be looking for her, but you’ve already run out on her in the middle of the night. Not even having grabbed her number and not even remembering her face. And suddenly… you realize you can’t keep a woman for too long and you’ve let a damn good one slip through your fingertips because you followed your dick.”

           He moved closer and smirked, “That won’t ever happen, babe.”

           "Don’t come crying to me if it does.“

           You scoffed and leaned back in your chair.

           "I’ll probably just order the usual.” You shut your menu.

           "I figured. So I ordered ahead of time when I made the reservation.“ he smiled, still staring at you with a playful expression.

           "What?” You eyed him.

           "So about the way you performed last night. Woo.“ He fanned himself.

           You cracked up. "Stop.”

           "That was amazing. Seriously.“ he grinned. "I had to get drunk so I wouldn’t jump you afterwards.”

           "Oh how flattering.“ You chuckled.

           Your orders came out in no time, and since you were both were starving, you dug in hurriedly. The family left and you two were finally left alone in your section.

           "Oh good. Now I don’t have to censor myself.” You exhaled.

           He chuckled as he took some of your meal into his plate. “What’s on your mind?”

           You hummed, trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words.

           "Have you ever wondered what it felt like to have sex with the added emotional connection?“

           He stared at you intently and you tilted your head, expectantly. He smiled gently.

           "I guess I’ve thought about it but then I’d always think –isn’t mutual lust an emotional connection anyway?”

            You shook your head and frowned. “You know what I mean Chims.”

           "Well I think with my dick. You know that.“

           You rolled your eyes. "This is why you’ve never held a legitimate relationship.”

           "It’s not that I can’t.“ He pointed his fork to you. "I just don’t want to.”

           "Why not?“

           "It’s a lot of effort and why would I want to do that? Plus I can’t imagine having sex with just one person my whole life. It’ll probably get boring.”

            “But you’re never boring.”

            “Yeah, but I need someone not boring to keep me entertained too. It’ll get tiring if I’m always the one doing something new. If I had to be tied down to one person for my entire life, they really need to keep me on my toes.”

           "It’s exciting to teach them though.“

           "If they’re willing.”

           "That’s why emotional connection is good! So they’ll want to learn for you.“

           "OR it could scare them.” he stated firmly.

           You two stared at each other intently, neither of you wanting to give up on your opinions. You eased up and exhaled.

           "Well I’m so glad I never slept with you.“

           Jimin immediately choked on his drink.

           You handed him some napkins and waited for him to compose himself.

            "Why?” he strained.

           "Cause sometimes sex isn’t just about the excitement, Chims.“ You shook your head. "Atleast, I’d like to hope. It’s about expressing your feelings for another person.”

           He raised an eyebrow, “By ramming my dick into them?”

           "By making them feel good, cherishing their vulnerability…“

           "Don’t get sappy on me now, Y/N.” he snapped as if trying to bring you back to reality. “I need you with me.”

           You laughed. “I’m just curious why so many people stay with one person. Doesn’t it feel like we’re doing it all wrong?”

           "I, for one, can make a girl feel good without needing that emotional connection.“ Jimin chewed.

           "And when was the last time a girl made you feel good without it?”

           Jimin swallowed too quickly as the image of your hand around his dick flashed across his mind at your question. He began coughing again.

           "What is happening with you?“ You cracked up as you pushed his water closer to him. "Chew slowly, Chims.”

           He glanced at you laughing and decided to change topics for his sanity.

           "Dessert?“


           You groaned as you hopped around, trying to zip up your costume. Everyone was in the current act and your solo was next so no one was backstage to help you.

           "Curse my inflexible shoulders.” You hissed.

           Suddenly, warm hands covered yours and zipped you all the way up. Surprised, you turned around and was taken aback to find Taehyung in front of you.

           "I was going to check to see if you were nervous, but it seems you had bigger issues.“ he teased as he handed you a glass of water.

           You laughed as you took a sip. "Thanks. How am I doing?”

           "Perfect.“ he smiled as he stared at you.

           "Y/N, you’re up!” the manager called you.

           "I’ll be back.“ You breathed.

           "I’ll be watching.” Tae grinned as he watched you hurry away.


           "How was I?“ You scurried to the bar once your half of the performance was over.

           Tae grinned at your welcomed entrance and leaned over the counter.

           "Amazing… as usual.”

           You blushed and gave him a shy smile.

           "Do you want anything?“

           Tae was wiping down a glass as he glanced over at you.

           "Something sour.” You stated.

           "Coming right up, milady.“

           You spun in the stool to watch the stage, wondering if you looked as beautiful as the girls when you were up there.

           "Hey! You’re my favorite girl!” A man pointed you out happily and grabbed your hand. “You’re absolutely fantastic!”

           "Thank you.“ You blushed. "I still have a lot to improve on.”

           The man cackled. “No honey. You turn on everyone in here when you’re up there. If you improve anymore, we’ll get heart attacks!”

           Tae slid you a small glass, his eyes twinkling happily. “Alright, alright. Ease up on the fanboying. She’s on a break.”

           "She yours, Tae?“ The guy chuckled. "Hit me with a beer please.”

           "Coming right up.“ He knocked on the counter and gave you a subtle wink before grabbing a beer from the other side of the bar.

           "He’s a good guy, honey.” the man pointed at you. “I’ve seen many sleazy bartenders, but he is as sweet as they get.”

           You smiled as you watched Taehyung fondly.

           "Your beer, good sir.“ Tae uncapped it for him.

           "Thanks Tae. Keep up the good work.” He patted your leg. “Both of you.”

           You grinned then turned to Tae.

           "Hope he didn’t say anything weird.“

           He worried and you shook your head.

           "He said you weren’t a sleazy bartender.”

           Tae laughed out loud. “I sure hope not.”

           "He said you were actually sweet.“

           "And what do you think?” he flicked his eyebrows up playfully.

           You giggled and cupped your chin with your hand. “I think…”

           "Hm?“ he leaned forward, closer to you.

           ”…that I have to get to know you better before I make that judgment.“ your lips curled up flirtatiously as you took a sip of your drink.

           Tae laughed and shook his head.


           As he usually did, you found Taehyung waiting for you outside your dressing room after everyone had left already.

           "You really don’t have to wait for me.”

           "Cause you’re a slow poke?“ he scrunched his face.

           You chuckled, "Yes, cause I’m a slow poke.”

           "Why do you take forever in there anyway?“

           "Mmm…” You pondered whether to reveal your secret, but his innocently curious face reassured you. “Cause I stare at myself in the mirror.”

           "What?“

           "I just feel beautiful with the clothes and the make-up and the hair.” You admitted shyly. “It seems like such a dream still whenever I’m on stage or getting ready. I wanna savor it just in case it disappears.”

           Tae slid his hands onto your cheeks, smiling down at you warmly.

           "Nobody’s going to take this away from you.“ he whispered.

           Your lips curled up, enjoying the warmth of his hands on your face.

           "And I think you’re always beautiful, so I’m glad we can relate by wanting to stare at you for a long time.”

           You laughed at his comment.

           "Let’s go?“ he blinked cutely, his eyes bright and endearing.

           You nodded and felt a bit forlorn when his hands dropped back down to his sides. As always, he walked you outside and bid you good night. Part of you wanted him to escort you home so you could talk for longer, but you also realized that was a bit foolish considering he lived only a block away from the lounge.

           As always, you watched with a growing sadness as he made his way home, slowly increasing the distance between you two. But not like always, he paused after a few steps and you perked up in anticipation.

           "Hey.” Tae turned around as you averted your eyes, not wanting him to see you staring at him walk away.

           "Hm?“ You blinked.

           "Do you umm…” he scratched the back of his head. “…wanna grab some… dinfast?”

           You laughed and nodded, “Sure. I’d love some dinfast.”

           He grinned widely and outstretched his elbow. “Your hands will be warmer here.”

           Your lips curled up and you scurried over to him, wrapping your hands around the crevice of his elbow.

           "Have you been to that diner down the street?“ he questioned.

           "Yeah. I used to go there after my other work. Hands down the best pancakes I’ve had.” You beamed.

           "I HAVE BRUNCH THERE ALL THE TIME!“ he bellowed excitedly.

           "Ugh. I always wish I lived closer, just for the pancakes.”

           Tae giggled as he opened the door to let you in first. You were both quickly seated since it was such an odd hour to be out.

           "I love these seats.“ Tae bounced in the booth excited and you laughed at him. "Sorry, stopping.”

           You shook your head. “No, it’s fine. I feel like during work hours you seem so chic and mysterious behind the bar, so this is good.”

           Tae grinned. “What about you though?”

           "Me?“

           "You definitely don’t act like you do on stage outside of work hours.”

           You blushed. You kinda did…at particular times, but it was too soon to divulge such a secretive part of yourself.

           "So how come you never decided to perform before? You’re such a natural.“ Tae started after you put in your orders.

           "Fear, really.” You hummed. “And also just the whole thought about not being in a stable field. It was always just me and my dad so I’ve always been working to help out. The thought of not having a job was scary.”

           Tae frowned. “Oh I’m sorry.”

           You chuckled and waved your hands. “No, no! It’s not a sad thing. Please, don’t be sorry.”

           Tae smiled. “Well, I like how you turned out.”

           "Me too.“

           "And I feel like everything has a time, you know?” he added. “Like people don’t always meet who they’re meant to be with until a certain time when they can handle it.”

           Your eyes fluttered towards him.

           "And your path may not always be clear until it’s ready for you.“

           You grinned. "You’re right.”

           "I for one am glad that you walked by me when you did.“ he giggled. "I was on my last two minutes of my shift outside and I thought I’d get yelled at for not giving out at least one flyer.”

           "Why didn’t you hand it out to any attractive girl you saw?“ you tilted your head.

           "Not to be cheesy…” he looked around shyly. “…but you were the only girl that passed that I thought was attractive.”

           Your heart raced and your cheeks hurt from the permanent smile that had been plastered on your face since you entered the diner.

           "You’re just saying that.“

           "I promise I’m being honest.” he laughed. “It’s all a matter of preference of course. I’m quite picky about who I give my flyers to.”

           He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, causing you to crack up. In no time, your pancakes arrived and you two clapped excitedly like children as they were placed in front of you.

           "Syrup first or butter?“ he eyed you.

           "Butter.” You answered.

           "Oh good. We can stay friends.“ he exhaled playfully and you giggled.

           "What brought you to the Burlesque Lounge?” You chewed.

           "Mmm…“ he hummed as he worked on his food. "My good friend runs a bunch of businesses. He asked me if I wanted to make some cash on the side by being a bartender. I’ve always been interested in music and performing so he promised me that it wouldn’t be a boring job.”

           "And has that been true?“

           "It’s been more than I expected.” He stared at you intently but his eyes returned to his food when you glanced up at him curiously.

           You smiled shyly, having caught the end of his lingering gaze. Your stomach was filling up with butterflies the more you spent time with Kim Taehyung. You weren’t exactly sure what to do with yourself, but he made things so easy that you didn’t have to worry about it for too long.

           After dinfast, you essentially floated on clouds back to your home. It was full of laughter, getting to know each other, and flirtatious banter. It gave you hope that maybe he was as interested in you, as you were in him.

           You stepped into your house, humming an upbeat tune, but nearly screamed when you found Jimin sitting on your couch, wearing his glasses and reading.

           "JIMIN.“ You yelled clutching your heart. "What in the world?!”

           "I let myself in.“ he smiled cutely.

           "Clearly!” you exhaled, hanging up your coat; your heart still racing from the shock.

           "Where have you been?“ he sniffed the air. "Did you go to the diner without me?? Who’d you go with?”

           You smiled coyly as you held up your leftovers. “I didn’t finish it if you want.”

           He hopped off the couch and made his way to the kitchen. Then he realized he had gotten distracted.

           "You never answered who you were with.“ he firmly stated.

           You blushed. "Well Tae asked me out for some dinfast…”

           "What the fuck is dinfast?“

           "You know dinner + breakfast? Cause it’s too late for dinner but too early for breakfast…”

           "You actually said yes to someone who says 'dinfast’ and 'linner’?“ Jimin looked at you disapprovingly.

           You rolled your eyes. "He’s cute and sweet. Why shouldn’t I have said yes?”

           "Well for one, he makes up words.“ Jimin chewed as he counted with his fingers. "And second, you’re going to leave him for your 'perfect match’ after Friday anyway. Why’re you leading him on?”

           "I’m just doing what feels right, Jimin.“ you shrugged.

           He squinted. "So you won’t get mad at someone if they’re doing what feels right?”

           "Well I mean, I’m not about to condone murder because 'it feels right’.“ You retorted sharply. "I’m going to change. I’ll tell you about my date after I get into something comfy.”

           "Mmkay.“ He munched on your leftovers nonchalantly. Then he got up and padded to the bathroom, needing to pee. He passed by your room and noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Looking around, he walked backwards lightly and peeked in. He gulped as you unhooked your bra and pulled a tank top over your bare torso. Then he noticed you were wearing a similar pair of black panties that he had seen you in, and he hurriedly stepped away from the door.

           This was dangerous.

           He scurried to the bathroom and splashed water on his face.

           And although he feigned that he was paying attention to your stories, his mind continually wondered back to what he witnessed a few minutes ago. How many years had you been sitting across from him on this very couch, not wearing a bra underneath your pajamas? It drove him crazy. Just how comfortable were you with him to do that? Or did you just do that with anybody? It wouldn’t have been obvious since you always wore an oversized sweatshirt, but now that he was aware, his eyes floated to your chest every so often curiously, until your voice brought him back to focus.

           You were a lot more dangerous than he had thought.


           Jimin slowed down as he spotted the tall, lean bartender standing by the entrance of Club Masquerade the very next day. He squinted curiously as he passed by.

           "Hi Chim-Chims.” Tae grinned.

           "Hi…“ Jimin greeted cautiously. "You know Y/N is inside.”

           "Oh yeah, I popped in to say hi already.“

           "How nice.” Jimin stated flatly and continued walking, but he felt fingers curl around his arm.

           "I was actually waiting for you though.“ Tae smiled shyly.

           "Oh.” Jimin glanced down at his arm then back at the handsome man in front of him. “Sorry, I don’t swing like that…Maybe a one night stand if you make a good enough attempt.”

           Tae giggled light-heartedly at his joke. “That’s good to know. But I wanted to talk to you about Y/N actually.”

           Jimin blinked. “What about her?”

           Tae blushed and looked down at the ground. “Would you like to grab a drink at my bar?”

           Jimin’s lips curled up. “Can’t turn down a free drink.”

           "But let’s stay away from Everclear this time, hm?“ Tae chuckled.

           Jimin laughed, "Yeah. Y/N would probably beat me if I saw my clients drunk.”

           Taehyung waltzed into the empty lounge, which strangely looked like a coffeehouse without the obnoxious flashy lights and scantily-clad women.

           "A beer good?“ Tae asked.

           "Mhm.” Jimin slipped onto a stool, studying the place. “So what’s up?”

           "Um…“ Tae glanced around nervously as he sat beside Jimin. "I’m going to ask her on a date…”

           "Oh.“ Jimin commented. "Oh! You don’t need my permission to ask her –”

           "Oh no. Don’t worry about that.“ Tae laughed. "Since you two are close, I wanted to get a second opinion on whether my date plan will be something she likes.”

           "You sure you don’t want to just ask her if it’s okay?“ Jimin sipped his beer.

           "I want it to be a surprise.” Tae blushed and fiddled with his hands.

           Even Jimin thought this man was adorable. It was hard to dislike him when he was just so damn nice.

           "Well then shoot.“ Jimin nodded, giving Tae his undivided attention. "Let me hear this date plan of yours.”

           Tae explained everything down to the last detail, animatedly. His hand motions were wide and large like he was telling his toddler a bed time story. Jimin listened intently, nodding his head, sifting through the years of information he had stored about you and your previous short relationships…if either of you could call them relationships that is.

           "I’d say it’s a great plan.“ Jimin smiled gently and laid a hand on Tae’s shoulder. "You don’t need to be so worried. She honestly loves everything, especially if it’s so well thought-out like this.”

           Tae beamed brightly and grabbed Jimin’s hands. “Really?”

           Jimin squeezed Taehyung’s hands, reassuringly. “I know so. Believe me when I say that no one’s taken her on something as great as you plan to do.”

           Tae frowned. “That makes me sad.”

           Jimin chuckled, “Why? Wouldn’t that make you happy that you’ll be the first to do that for her?”

           "Well…she’s such a great person…I think she deserves to be treated preciously. It makes me sad that she hasn’t been.“

           Jimin smiled, feeling Tae’s sincerity. "I think so too.”

           He chugged the rest of his beer. “But at least she has you now, Tae. Just be yourself bro.”

           Jimin hopped off the stool and stretched.

           "Oh, and she falls for people who get her flowers.“ he added. "Although she says she likes chocolates better, she just says that so it doesn’t seem like she’s cliché. Getting both is your best option, but it might be overkill for a first date so I’d just go for a single flower.”

           He started walking away then paused.

           "Oh she also gets cold super easily, so to be smooth, bring an extra jacket, gloves, or scarf to bundle her up in. And she loves hot chocolate with those little marshmallows, so I’d take her somewhere where you can get those. It goes along with your festive date plan.“

           Tae grinned. "Thanks, Chim-Chims.”

           Jimin smiled and nodded, knowingly. Without another word, he made his way back to Club Masquerade.

           "Chims!“ You greeted him happily.

           He smiled at you as Tae’s words flitted across his mind.

           I think she deserves to be treated preciously.

           "Where have you been? You’re a little later than usual today?” You chimed. “Busy day at work?”

           He chuckled. “I was with a friend for a bit.”

           "A friend?“ You scrunched your face teasingly. "You have those?”

           Jimin lunged at you playfully, pulling you into a headlock. “Then what do you call yourself, huh??”

           You giggled as you tried to get out of his hold. When he finally let go, you fixed your hair and caught your breath.

           "Oh right. Are you really coming to our college friend’s wedding on Thursday?“

           "Why wouldn’t I?” Jimin smirked.

           "Well I mean you SLEPT with her Jimin. Then left her the next day, claiming that you weren’t ready for commitment.“ You exhaled. "I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

           "Well you know….“ Jimin took a seat on your desk.

           "Oh no. What did you tell her to make things okay?”

           Jimin smiled as he grabbed your hands. “Don’t get mad…”

           You knew immediately. “Jimin!! You didn’t!!”

           He guiltily grinned at you. “I didn’t think she’d still think of us as friends let alone invite us to the wedding.”

           "How many people have you been lying to that we’re in a relationship?“

           "Okay. So here’s the thing.” he shifted in front of you, holding onto your hands tightly in fear of you smacking him. “I didn’t exactly say that. She just assumed.”

           "WHAT did you tell her?“ You glared at him.

           "That I wasn’t ready for commitment because I was in love with you.” he admitted.

           There was silence between you as the words sunk in.

           "And…?“

           "Aaand…at the time, you were in one of your friends with benefits escapades…so I thought it was an easy escape. The whole unrequited love thing.” he trailed. “I thought she’d have forgotten it.”

           "So how does that translate to the now?“ You raised your eyebrows.

           "Cause our profile pics are with each other.” He explained.

           "And Hoseok.“ You added.

           "But Hoseok is in an official relationship.”

           You groaned. “I hate being your excuse, Jimin. You know that.”

           "I know.“ He rubbed your hands. "I promise this is the only other time I’ve said that. Can’t we just go with it this last time? So she doesn’t knock me out with a chair?”

           You exhaled then looked up. “You just wanna go cause there’s a chocolate fountain.”

           He grinned. “You caught me.”

           You rolled your eyes. “Alright. As long as you give me a ride in one of your nice cars.”

           Then you pointed at him before he could cheer.

           "AND no drinking cause you’re driving home, got it?“

           "No drinking for you either if I’m bringing the nice car.” he furrowed his brows. “I don’t want you hacking in it.”

           "Fine.“ You stuck out your pinky and he locked his own. "It’s probably for the best so I don’t flirt with anyone else at the wedding and look like a hoe.”

           "Well if you come like this, they’ll immediately think that.“ he pulled at your skirt.

           You slapped his arm and he winced.

           "I’m not stupid Jimin.”

           "I wouldn’t mind if you did.“ he winked.

           "Ugh. This is the LAST TIME, Park Jimin. I won’t keep up this farce anymore after this.”

           "You’re the best.“ he grinned cheekily. "I promise to love you forever ~”

           You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Go change. Shoo. I have things to plan.”

           "You’re my favorite! Remember that!“ he called out as he threw hearts at you gratefully.

           "Yeah, I know.” You snorted as you went back to writing in your planner.


           "I say we clean up nice.“ Jimin grabbed your hand as he opened the car door for you. "Nobody would think I slept with people as a side job and you as a classier stripper.”

           You rolled your eyes. “Jimin, shut up.”

           He grinned as you two were ushered into the wedding venue. The whole ceremony was heartwarming and the look of desire, awe, and sadness on your face didn’t go unnoticed by Jimin. He reached for your hand and gave it a squeeze comfortingly. You smiled at him knowingly. He leaned over and whispered.

           "You’ll be up there soon with your precious V.“ He teased and you elbowed him. "Or will it be Tae?”

           You glared at him and he preferred that look on your face than what you had been displaying.

           After the ceremony, everyone made their way to the reception where you and Jimin waltzed around, engaging in small talk. His arm was around your waist protectively as you chatted with people he knew had a thing for you back in the day. You babysat a glass of champagne to be more social, but it was exhausting for both of you to keep up with the pleasantries.

           "Damn, this is hard.“ Jimin breathed as you both finally sat at your table.

           "Lying?” You smirked.

           "Pretty much.“ he groaned.

           "There, there.” You patted his back. “That’s what you get for being a two-face man hoe.”

           He glared at you. “That’s hurtful.”

           You laughed loudly, “Well I can’t say I’m any better.”

           He smiled and straightened up.

           The entire night, it had been gnawing at him that you looked absolutely breathtaking. And it made him puff out his chest proudly that you two had such a strong bond. He could’ve easily been one of the people that was simply reconnecting with you temporarily, but he wasn’t. You had let him in and he had stayed.

           "I’m gonna head to the bathroom.“ you patted his leg and he nodded.

           Soon your seat was replaced by one of the guys in college that always rubbed Jimin the wrong way at parties.

           "Man, bro. I didn’t think you’d settle down.” he jeered. “Much less with her.”

           Jimin furrowed his brows. “What do you mean by that?”

           "I mean, bro. I heard she’s slept with a shit ton of guys. She must be used and worn by now, huh?“ he nudged Jimin, who was getting more heated with each word.

           "Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that.” Jimin snapped.

           To hell with his nice facade, something inside him stirred.

           "Calm down man.“ the guy chuckled. "If you ever get tired of her, I’d like to give her a try. You think she would?”

           Jimin grabbed his collar threateningly. “If you so much as touch her, I will personally cut your dick off.”

           He pushed the guy away and marched to the bathroom where you had disappeared to. His heart was racing as he worried. He knew he had been a jerk to some girls, but he wasn’t that bad was he? He shook his head. No, he had never talked about a taken woman that way. As rough as he was, he made sure to respect them.

           Right?

           You stepped out of the bathroom, flapping your hands to dry them and his body acted on its own. Jimin pressed you against the wall, taking you by surprise.

           "What’s going on?“ You blinked.

           He leaned down, putting his face closer to yours. "Would you believe me if I think you look extremely beautiful tonight?”

           You chuckled and smacked his chest. “I am literally wearing a floor length dress. My boobs and legs are covered and–”

           "Exactly why you’re beautiful.“ Jimin smiled and left you silent, seeing that he was being genuine. "I guess I’m just so used to seeing you exposed and being classy sexy that seeing you being classy is absolutely stunning.”

           You stared at him; the air between you guys thickened as your gazes continued to stay locked. His eyes dropped down to your lips as he pulled a strand of hair around your ear gently. You felt your heart flip over at the subtle action. Your eyes stayed on his, trying to read whether he was pulling your leg, if he had gotten drunk in the time span you were gone, or something completely different.

           You weren’t sure what was happening. But your eyes traveled down to his lips, plump and soft-looking. Instinctively, your lips parted and Jimin leaned forward, seeing as how you hadn’t pushed him away yet. You were entranced, yet you knew you couldn’t do this.

           Not with him.

           You felt his breath ghosting over your lips when you placed your hands on his chest to gently nudge him back. He glanced down at you worriedly and you smiled reassuringly.

           "Let’s go get some food from the chocolate fountain before it disappears.“

           He nodded and returned your smile. You outstretched your hand and he grabbed it.

           "Let’s go go go!” You grinned and dragged him down the hallway, ignoring the thumping inside your chest.

           Jimin watched you from behind, relieved that his attempt hadn’t made things awkward between you, but a bit disheartened at your rejection.

           You had known Park Jimin for a long time. You had had many friends who had fallen into his charms, only to be ruined and distraught. And you swore to yourself from the beginning that you would never become one of them. So you always set a clear, strict, and distinct boundary between you two. Though you both danced around it, you always prided yourself in never ever giving in to his attempts. You knew his lust was temporary and that wasn’t worth losing the long lasting friendship you had created.

           You were sure he felt the same way too.

           But why had he tried to cross the line?

           You felt a squeeze on your hand, pulling you out of your thoughts, and you glanced back to find him grinning at you.

           "It’s this way silly.“

           He dragged you to the chocolate fountain and cheered once you had arrived. His eyes twinkled childishly and he hauled you over so he could grab a plate. You laughed as he drenched his entire plate underneath the fountain, too impatient to drizzle one item at a time.


           After he dropped you off, he returned to his apartment, his head full of thoughts. Why had he done that? What was he doing? He knew you were on his mind ever since the Masquerade Ball, but why and in what way? He plopped down on his back, staring up at his room ceiling.

           After some serious contemplation, he sat up in his bed. He was certain now that he absolutely needed to sleep with you in order to save your friendship.

           He needed to get it out of his system like he always had.

           But not as himself of course.

           He glanced over at the Maroon mask that was on his shelf, seemingly staring back at him, waiting to be used again. A smirk formed on his face.

           It was time for him to shine.

PART 4 – Grab Your Water Buckets From Your Wells! Incoming smut ~

anonymous asked:

Stripper Yuri paying his way through university AU please oh great one

Another Anon asked: I headcanon that Yuuri and Pichit took pole dancing classes for fun in college


Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice
Pairing: Victuuri
Tags: Sexiness, Pole-Dancing, Mild Language, Hints at Sexual Content, NSFW, Male SLASH, Fluff, Phichit and his Damn Phone.


Yuuri never thought that those lessons that Phichit had convinced him to take, would actually benefit him in some way. However often in life did one need pole-dancing skills?

Yet Phichit had insisted that it could ‘be very useful later on’. And well, Yuuri supposed that this was the later on Phichit had been talking about.

Their instructor, Christophe, had sworn up and down that Yuuri had it. That he was incredibly skilled and could probably turn an entire room in his favor if he tried hard enough.

The older man had patted him on the back and welcomed him to a local bar he tended to frequent. A gay bar. A nice gay bar.

Phichit had obviously tagged along because why would he miss an opportunity to take some lovely photos of Yuuri when Yuuri wasn’t expecting it?

Christophe had gotten right up on the stage and proceeded to strip down to his underwear.

Yuuri and Phichit got to witness their instructor as he turned the entire club on its head and walked away with a few hundred dollars. Women and men having gladly shoved money in his direction in order to get more of a show.

“Boys, these skills are vital in life. You never know when you’ll need some extra cash.”

Yuuri went home that night with a completely different outlook on many things. Though never once had he thought he’d need to do it for money.


It was stupid for him to assume, he decided. American universities weren’t cheap and while he was definitely in a nice school, he’d done the calculations and realized that he would be in debt if he didn’t find some way besides housekeeping to pay off his schooling.

Phichit being himself of course, sent him a smirk and mentioned pole-dancing.

And that was how Yuuri found himself employed at a strip club every other night. Not the one Chris frequented though. He didn’t think he’d handle the embarrassment of that. But he did find a nice one willing to take him on several times a week.

He was strictly reminded that he was not required to have sex with anyone. That he did not have to allow anyone to touch him if he did not want to. That he should get a bodyguard if someone harassed him.

Yuuri was made very much aware that this was literally about mutual enjoyment. For him to feel good about himself, and for him to make others feels good about themselves.

This was not about his insecurities, or their possible secrets. This was about fun. Pleasure.

Yuuri met some fellow people. Some who were in a slump like him and had agreed to split any money they made with the club. People who’d been working with the business for months or years even.

None of them treated him like some kind of freak. They welcomed him with open arms. And none of the male dancers so much as blinked an eye. And the fact that would shock a lot of people no doubt, was that only two out of the ten men, were gay.

It was probably one of the most welcoming scenes he’d ever been witnessed to, and they did not hesitate to include him.

“You are very limber,” Sara murmured on his first night. She and Mila had both bent down to observe his leg muscles, and watched as he stretched, his legs falling into a split easily.

“Ballet,” he had told them, and watched with interest as the two cooed.

“Any other skills you hiding?” Mila asked, voice thick with a Russian accent.

“Figure skating.”

More cooing. “So performing shouldn’t be that difficult for you,” said Sara. “Find your space, and take control, okay?”

He nodded and accepted their kind words. Thankfully he’d been allowed to choose the music he wanted, and allowed himself to fall into the routine. Just like he did at the ice rink.

It was a performance with an intended effect. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yuuri went out on his first night, and left with almost a thousand dollars and three regulars promising to visit every night he dropped by.

Did he feel guilty the two older woman and one man were literally throwing Benjamins in his direction? No.

As the owner of the club, Leo, had stated, ‘it was a service they were paying for’. They got to decide what money to give unless they requested a private audience with Yuuri, then Yuuri got to control the amounts. Therefore, Yuuri felt no guilt over it.

Yuuri quickly found himself loving his new hobby, and found himself going back regularly, even when he’d earned enough money for the next two semesters.

Yuuri didn’t regret any of it.


“There is a new man in the crowd and he is hot as fu-”

“Please don’t say anything my poor ears aren’t prepared to handle,” Sara said, interrupting her lover.

Mila pouted. “But he’s really hot. And he’s also Russian!”

“And you’re taken. The point is?”

Mila’s head turned toward Yuuri, who had been watching out of the corner of his eye while applying some red lipstick. He’d really gotten into wearing it recently and refused to stop simply because some people might think it a bit odd.

“He asked who the best dancer was, and I told him it was Yuuri. So he wants to watch Yuuri and even got a seat as close to the stage as possible!”

Suddenly, both Mila and Sara were staring him down, equally evil smiles on their faces.

“What are you planning?” the twenty year old demanded, feeling like he was just signed up for something terrifying.

“You’re a skater, right?”

Yeah,” he answered carefully, wondering why it was important.

Mila had her mobile out in a second and was shoving it in his face.

“This is the sexy god waiting to see you!”

Yuuri could have fainted right there. He’d competed in some national championships and even won the Junior Grand Prix for Japan a few times. He knew the big skaters. He knew them very well.

Victor Nikiforov was in America for some reason and he was sitting in a strip club, waiting to see Yuuri of all people, pole-dance?!

“Just do as you normally do,” said Mila, her smirk dark and mysterious. “Make him crave you like everyone else does.”

“C-crave?!”

Both woman hummed and gave a simultaneous nod.

Crave. Make Victor Nikiforov crave him.

Him!

“Do your Eros routine! That always gets you the most attention.”

Well it was his best performance so far. And yes, Yuuri choreographed not only his skating but also his pole-dancing. It wasn’t fun it if was just jumping and sliding. He preferred to have some kind of story to work through.

“Fine!” he agreed.

It was time to enthrall himself a World Champion figure skater.


Victor Nikiforov had expected to go and visit Chris and watch him twirl on a pole for a few minutes, but Chris told him to go elsewhere because he wanted Victor to see his ‘dear student take the reigns’. Or rather, said student who did not know that Christophe knew that he was out and about, making more money than his instructor did.

Said student whose friend was unable to keep the information to himself, who was also unaware of Chris knowing.

Victor found himself in a club far nicer than what he usually found himself visiting. Cleaner and much more official.

He spoke with a young woman who was grinning widely. She told him about ‘Yuuri’ and invited him to a better seat so that he might witness the young man perform.

After several moments of quiet contemplation of various dancers and people, Victor jumped a bit when the lights went out.

And suddenly, a spotlight illuminated the stage, where a young man stood. His back was to the audience, and covering his body was a black bodysuit with a half skirt hanging off the right hip. Very similar to something Victor had once performed in actually.

The man’s back was facing the audience as well as the pole, and when the music began - a classic guitar - he bent backwards into a bridge, hands grabbing the metal object.

He hoisted himself up then, body ascending with practiced ease. And while it was indeed erotic, Victor’s mind split into two separate directions. Part of him wanted to whistle, and the other part was internally going over the various muscles that were being used at the moment and wondering over how much core strength the Asian man had.

There was a moment there, where ‘Yuuri’ held himself against the pole, his one leg extended upward and the other downward, as if he was doing a split on the pole itself. And only his hands were wrapped around the pole. The rest was a combination of impeccable muscle control and determination.

Following that were some twirls as the music began to peak. One leg wrapped firmly around the pole while the man leaned out into the spectators who went wild, throwing money and roses his way.

His torso and head practically fell into a woman’s lap and she squealed, reaching for what Victor realized was a zipper.

The costume was pushed down a little. Just a little, because Yuuri hoisted himself up and away then, leaving the woman with a flirtatious wink for her troubles.

Somehow, whilst gyrating around the pole and his feet not touching the ground once, the man managed to get rid of his black bodysuit until it was only him in his red briefs, throwing a salacious smirk at the crowd and blowing a kiss for good measure.

And then, just then, his gaze met Victor’s, and the small flush on his cheeks burned brighter, but he didn’t lose concentration. Not when he held Victor’s eyes like prisoners and performed some sort of aerial technique on the pole without looking away. Not even when his entire body turned upside down in the process.

Victor had to reach down and loosen his tie. He hadn’t realized hot it had gotten in the club.

Or maybe it was just atmosphere Yuuri had managed to create.

The music was coming to a finish, and Yuuri ended his performance with a move similar to Biellmann spin where his leg wrapped up and around the pole, and he reached back to hold his ankle in place as he slowly descended in a circular motion until his right foot touched the ground and the music ended at exactly the same time.

Yuuri smiled and gave a bow, his sexy attitude melting away to reveal an adorable face flushed beyond measure.

Several patrons threw their money at him and he bowed twice as he reached for his suit and began shoving the folded bills inside the bundle he’d made.

Victor caught his eye once again and crooked a finger, watching as Yuuri shuffled over to his side. Not breaking eye contact, Victor reached into his pocket and pulled out the roll of notes he’d brought along.

He then carefully and without hesitation, reached for darling Yuuri’s briefs and pulled at the fabric. Hazel eyes went wide when Victor dropped the entire roll inside, and blew a kiss to show how pleased he was.

When Yuuri was gone, Victor cursed to himself. He needed to get more money and he needed to call Chris and tell him that he didn’t need to teach his student anything else.

He also had a problem that needed fixing.

And maybe Chris or Yuuri’s friend would know Yuuri’s social media information.


Yuuri never thought he’d see Victor Nikiforov again. In fact, he’d sort of forgotten about their encounter up until this moment.

This moment where he was standing to the man’s right, wondering how he managed to enter the Grand Prix and make it to the final, without once considering that he and Victor had actually met before. Without considering that they had met while Yuuri was pole-dancing to the very music he used in his Short Program. Without considering that Victor might even remember his face.

None of it. Judging by the smirk Victor Nikiforov was sending his way, he remembered very well, and with Yuuri coming in second place, he was now forced to be right next to the man.

How did one deal with finding out that one of your patrons who slipped you a thousand dollars for a simple dance on a pole, remembered your face and was very happy to see you again? The same patron who happened to be in the same sport as Yuuri and therefore any professionalism between them was pretty much destroyed.

“It’s an honor to be sat next to Yuuri,” Victor said into the microphone, eyeing Yuuri from the corner of his eye. “A man of such talents deserves to be pleased with himself. I certainly am.”

That attractive ass.

Yuuri’s attention was called to a reporter and he tried putting Victor’s words from his mind for the time being.


Hello, Yuuri! ^-^

Who is this?

Victor Nikiforov.

Why do you know my number?

Phichit.

Of course it was Phichit. It was always Phichit.

Yuuri opened up Facebook and sent Phichit a strongly worded message about how displeased he was.

Have fun with Vic! ~-^ 

Yuuri, are you there?

With a sigh, Yuuri decided to give Victor his attention. Phichit would get it later.

Yes. What did you need?

You me and a dip in the hotel pool preferably.

Are you hitting on me?

Obviously. And then maybe you can take me back to your room and demonstrate how limber you are again! ^-^

I don’t know, are you worth it?

^-* You’ll have to find out now, won’t you?

Yuuri’s foot tapped in agitation. Take it or not? Take what was so willingly offered, or not?

Sex with Victor Nikiforov.

Fuck it, he would take it.


A/N: So yeah, I wrote it. Pole Dancers are fucking strong, guys.  Stripping is not a bad thing. It’s a job. A hobby. Something fun. Let’s not attack strippers, because they go through a lot of shiznit.

My other Victuuri fics are HERE.

I’ll Show You Ecstasy (Patrick Stump x Reader)

As requested by anon: Can I have Patrick Stump smut? Where he gets jealous and wants to show you who owns you

Warning: NSFW

With Patrick, there were always fireworks, but the innocent kind like the ones parents would ignite as their children watched wide-eyed from afar. Every time he’d link his fingers with yours or place butterfly kisses on your shoulder in the morning you felt that fiery spark, but even so, what you had was safe and tender. Of course, you didn’t mind at all. It may have been safe—which some might consider boring—but it was still healthy. He satisfied you in bed, and you liked to think you did the same. You were able to have fun no matter what you were doing, whether it was watching him fiddle with his guitar in the evenings—which you loved—or going on one of his elaborately planned dates; and you were always making new memories. He was forever taking you on extraordinary adventures for he brought you with during tours. On his band’s days off, he’d bring you along on explorations through whatever town you’d ended up in, and he refused to stop wandering until he located some tacky shirt displaying the name of where you were. So far you had acquired thirty-five, which meant you only had to go to fifteen more places to reach your goal of having a shirt from every state. It’d be an accomplishment, for sure, but what mattered was that if you got there, Patrick promised to propose.

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In case you don’t follow me on Twitter, here’s my State of the Joseph. It gets dark and personal, be warned.

Don’t dwell on the problem, think of a solution.

I don’t know how many times I’ve repeated that phrase over the years (too many for some that know me, I’m sure), but it might be the mantra I have that I believe in the most. I get stressed and upset like anyone else, but I am lucky enough to have the ability to collect myself and work on moving forward. Moving forward is the name of the game and I’d ask you to keep that in mind when reading this. Some of the timeline is shifted slightly for the sake of easier reading, but nothing so much so that actually changes the impact of events.

As I said before, this post isn’t going to focus on the past. The big points of interest have already been covered by Troy and Tim and the things that could be added aren’t relevant for you all to get the big picture of how everything went down. Power was abused, trust was broken, and friendship was lost. One thing I will mention is in regards to my “eat shit” comment to Noah. Some people seem to think that that was an unprofessional comment to make. Well… no shit. That’s why I put “mostly” in parentheses. Noah knows exactly the part he played in all of this and should have known how I would react to a sickly-sweet non-statement in a thread based on honesty and transparency. I can also assure you all that mine and Tim’s misgivings about Noah were anything but petty. That is probably the last I will ever say on the matter and, while you have all been truly amazing at respecting my privacy on the matter, I would just like to state that I’d appreciate it if you didn’t press me on it further.

Don’t dwell on the problem, think of a solution.

After Tim and I left THAC, I had a lot of anger, a lot of stress, and no outlet. At first I thought that I would pick up live streaming and Tim and I were going to blow the world away with all of the cool stuff we’d be making. However, when Tim came over with a whole bunch of new toys to play with, I found that my heart just wasn’t in it like I thought it was. I was burned out and the only thing I really felt like doing was nothing. Looking back, this is what I would call a bout of depression. I had lost my best friend and felt forced away from a job I loved. That being said, there was a freeing aspect to it because let me tell you, making your wages based on internet popularity is a fucking nightmare. When I started feeling that weight lifted a bit, a “new” plan came to mind.

Don’t dwell on the problem, think of a solution.

Rewind. I like having a plan, which is weird because I spent so many years in school screwing around and torpedoing any plans I had. Nevertheless, it’s a trait of mine that I’ve had for as long as I can remember. When my good friend Steven got married, I visited Seattle for the first time and fell in love. When Mai came to join me, I told her we should just stay in that “ha ha I’m joking (but only if you say no)” kind of way. Turns out, she dug the vibe of the city as much as I did and I started obsessing over it. When we came back from the wedding, I told the fellas that I had a new five-year plan. I was going to get my TCF degree, get a job at a Seattle TV station, and live as a Hipster Cool Guy for the rest of my life.

Well, the degree got put on hold because I dropped out to focus 100% on building THAC and over the next year the five-year plan was pushed to the side to deal with the day-by-day management of a new and struggling company. When I left THAC, it felt like the five-year plan was pretty much done for. I applied for a job at the local news station but you try competing against free student labor for PA positions and against people who have relevant experience that doesn’t include “the internet” for salaried positions at an old-school news station. The dream is dead, boys and girls.

Don’t dwell on the problem, think of a solution.

I got a job as a deli clerk at Publix, a southern grocery store company. It’s a good company and I set my sights on moving up as fast as possible. I made full-time in three months, something that doesn’t happen very often, and I was starting to feel pretty good about myself. Then my grandfather got put in the hospital. Basically, he overexerted himself caring for my grandmother who suffers from Alzheimer’s. He’s no spring chicken and has an assortment of ailments himself and just can’t keep up with her needs. The doctor basically said they either needed to move to an assisted living facility or have constant in-home care.

We felt that my grandmother’s condition meant that moving her out of the house would only accelerate her condition and would effectively be a death sentence. With that in mind, I suggested that Mai and I move in with them to help however we could. We aren’t nurses or anything but just picking up the slack on minor things like filling prescriptions, doing dishes and laundry, and just generally being available to help when we weren’t working seemed like it was worth doing. They raised me and I was a pretty crappy kid so it’s the least I can do to repay them, right? We decided to go for it.

Unfortunately, the downside to this decision is that I get to struggle with the crippling stress of a lot of dark questions. What if moving in with them causes us to stagnate and we miss out on living our own lives? What if Mai grows to resent me for that? What will I do when my grandmother finally stops recognizing me? What if they die?

Don’t dwell on the problem, think of a solution.

When I was telling my mom about my idea to move in with my grandparents, she said something that has helped me power through a lot of those dark thoughts. When it comes to Alzheimer’s Disease, you can’t think a decade down the road. You have to think six months, a year at most, ahead. Focus on the now and enjoy the time you have left. I can’t cure my grandmother and I may very well lose her twice. What I can do is make her time with me as comfortable as possible and keep moving forward, because that’s all she wants.

It’s really hard to have a feeling of self-worth when you are doing something that your heart isn’t in for a job and you feel like you can never do enough to help those you love when you’re home. That said, those same people that I feel like I can’t help enough have never been anything but supportive of me. It’s because of that that I do what I have to to make things work. I am nothing if not resilient.

Don’t dwell on the problem, think of a solution.

I’ve taken you guys into a deeply personal place in my life and I’m sorry for that. This write-up is as much catharsis for me as it is an update for where I’m headed. Let’s actually talk about the future, shall we?

Like I said, my heart isn’t in front-facing retail. As much as I am a natural performer (I swear I am actually really good at trumpet), I’ve always had a love of being behind-the-scenes and making things work. It’s not about being in control, it’s about knowledge and the satisfaction of knowing that your actions had a direct effect on a result. This is something that really came alive in my time with THAC and was when I realized, “hey, I’m actually super good at this”.

Mai is currently finishing up her internship and we are working on getting her visa/green card stuff done so she can get a big girl job. Once that is done, I am planning on going back to school and finally, FINALLY, finishing a degree. Besides music, one interest that has always stuck with me is my love of technology. That, combined with my analytical mindset and love of tinkering, has me wanting that degree to be in computer science. If I’m a good boy and do all my homework, I can finish it before my 31st birthday.

Remember that “new” plan I mentioned a while back? The quotations are important because my love for Seattle never faded, though the path leading there did. Now I have a new road that I’m gearing up for. It’ll be bumpy and hard and I’m sure the car will break down at some point but I’m not backing down this time. I find myself daydreaming about being out there near-constantly and it is that feverish desire to move ahead that keeps the dark thoughts at bay now. I can’t think five years ahead for my grandmother, but I can for myself. When the day comes when I have accepted my new job and need to figure out what to do for my grandparents, I’ll figure it out.

Don’t dwell on the problem, think of a solution.

Now for some parting words. I want to extend my deepest, most sincere feelings of gratitude to all of you fans out there. You have made the last seven years simply unbelievable. I will never forget all the fantastic memories you’ve given me. My life is better for every interaction I’ve ever had with you.

I’d like to stay creative and make new things for you all but I’m not going to sit here and make empty promises. There are no BIG PLANS or COMING SOONS, just me working my butt off at a deli to pay for a wedding ceremony in September and school in spring. I do have ideas, but that’s all for now.

Tim and I are still great friends. I was the officiant at his wedding and he is returning the favor for me. I would not describe Troy and I as friends again, but we are talking again for the first time since the end of November. It’s sad that things are like they are, but that’s life. Shit happens and you are going to find yourself against some really intimidating obstacles. When you face those in your own life, my best advice to you is this.

Don’t dwell on the problem, think of a solution.

Partner (p. 6)


parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | end

extras: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader x Slight Joshua

genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut

wordcount: 3343

synopsis: You’ve been helping BTS co-produce music for as long as you can remember. Because of that, you’ve spent most of your career working alongside Min Yoongi. On the cusp of achieving a dream you’ve all worked so hard for, another wish is realized along the way.

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Michael Arden, man of the moment in L.A. theater, stages a revival of a famously ‘troubled’ musical

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Director Michael Arden is addressing his cast and crew, assembled in a large circle on the first day of rehearsals for “Merrily We Roll Along” at the Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts in Beverly Hills.

For the next five weeks, these people will gather in the confines of a black-box theater for eight hours a day, six days a week in preparation for their opening Wednesday.

Arden does, in fact, know what he’s doing. He’s been thinking about “Merrily” for a long time. In high school, he played the small role of the club pianist and understudied the show’s lead character, Franklin Shepard. Now, nearly 20 years later, Arden is staging a revival of the famously “troubled” Stephen Sondheim-George Furth musical, which opened on Broadway in 1981 and closed after only 16 regular performances and 44 previews.

Many, including the critics, found the show’s structure confusing. “Merrily” revolves around three friends — Franklin, Mary and Charley — beginning in 1976 as jaded adults and playing backward to 1957 when they were just starting out, full of hope and optimism.

“I think it was ahead of its time,” Arden says. “People absorbed information through entertainment in a different way than they do now. We soak up information in a way that is not as straightforward and linear as it once was.”

Interest in the musical has never waned. It’s been staged around the world, and its songs, including “Not a Day Goes By” and “Old Friends,” are regularly performed in cabarets and concerts. A new documentary, “Best Worst Thing That Ever Could Have Happened,” directed by original Broadway cast member Lonny Price, premiered at the New York Film Festival in October and hit theaters Nov. 18.

For Arden, it was the music — for which Sondheim received a Tony nomination — and the musical’s message that drew him back to the show.

“I fell in love with it,” he says. “What it has to say about how and why we sacrifice our ideals to achieve our dreams is really important and something worth examining for audiences now.”

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[MAGAZINE INTERVEW] 161130 JINWOO for SCENE PLAYBILL Dec. Issue

THE BOY WITHOUT GRAVITY

For the first time, Kim Jinwoo of WINNER has been given a microphone that was prepared solely for him.

Kim Jinwoo’s heart is a knot of excitement and fear, nerves and anticipation and he has started to unravel that knot one by one, carefully, and calmly.

Kim Jinwoo? When I heard the news that he was casted for the title role of “The Little Prince”, I tilted my head. There was no face that popped up in my mind immediately. The first reason was the fact that I did not think to make the connection between the Korean National Contemporary Dance Company and an idol group. After I was given the hint that he was a member of the group WINNER, I was able to think of his face. But even then, I was doubtful. That was because Kim Jinwoo was never really coupled to phrases like “dance-idol” or “dancer”. On top of that, unlike his group members who don’t hide their talents and actively display their individual charms, he is usually standing slightly to the back, smiling at them. That Kim Jinwoo is going to perform contemporary dance? I feel that even his fans who know him best would have been surprised at the unexpected news. But all these doubts subsided when this shy young man entered the studio. That was because Kim Jinwoo himself looks so much like the Little Prince, as if he came out of the storybook itself. There is no doubt that Kim Jinwoo has an uncanny resemblance to the illustrations by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. From his blonde hair, to his large, bright eyes, and even his zoned out facial expression when he is alone. Fortunately, it wasn’t only me who discovered these similarities. “My members and the people around me tell me that I suit the Little prince. It’s probably because of the hair color (laughs). I feel embarrassed but it’s true that it makes me happy. I have to do well to satisfy those expectations. I have to do well so that even when this is all over, I still have the nickname of the Little Prince.”

The courage of the first step

“The Little Prince” is bringing him many “firsts”. For example, this is his first time to promote alone. He has never stood onstage alone without his members after debuting as WINNER. “This is my first time to take part in such a quiet photoshoot so I feel awkward and lonely. Wherever I go, I’m with my members so I’m used to noisy and hectic environments. On the other hand, it takes much less time for the photoshoot to end compared to when all 5* of us (T/N: This interview and photoshoot took place before the announcement of Taehyun’s leave) have a photoshoot, so it’s nice to end the photoshoot when the sun is still up (laughs). But that’s how much I need to do well so I feel much more burden and responsibility.” His burden is not unrelated to the genre of contemporary dancing. Unlike with plays and musicals, it is difficult to find idol members who take part in the contemporary dance stage. This probably proves the vast difference between the genre of contemporary dancing and the idol industry. It seems like that gap itself is an obstacle that Kim Jinwoo must overcome. “With musicals, meaning can be delivered through various ways such as songs and spoken lines, but with dance drama, the dancer has to express everything with just the body. That was what I was worried about the most. I was also afraid about whether I’ll be able to do well.”

However, “The Little Prince” was so charming that he willingly put aside all his worries. Each facial expression and movement add to the storytelling and that is done through each dancer’s dancing and each of those individual movements interconnect with each other and illustrate a large, directed choreography. There is a magic to the recreation of the many different planets that the Little Prince visits with vibrant colors and detailed props on the stage. As Kim Jinwoo became taken by this unfamiliar site, he fell in love with the charms of contemporary dancing as he watched every National Contemporary Dance Company performance video he could get his hands on. He became deeply aware of how WINNER choreographies and the dancing of “The Little Prince” were worlds apart after he started practices. If the goal of idol choreography is to accentuate sharpness through detailed movements, the bodily movements of contemporary dancing are determined only by the dancer. In other words, improvisation. For Kim Jinwoo to pull out this unfamiliar concept from within himself, the dancers of the dance company, who are also his teachers, gave him a homework assignment on the first day of practice. The homework assignment was for him to discover the defenceless Kim Jinwoo. He had to organise what he did when he was alone and what he thought about when he was alone. “After coming back to our dorm that day, I thought about that assignment and… Please wait a moment, I wrote down all of it.” He took out his phone and after looking through his notes, he started reading them out loud. “‘Zoning out while lying down. Going to the bathroom. Eating a meal. Watching TV’ and the thoughts I wrote down were, ‘I’m bored. I feel empty. I’m hungry’ and we started with expressing these things with my body. They told me to express them in my own way and that it didn’t matter whether or not people could recognise what I was expressing. For example, usually when people are asked to express hunger, they touch their belly. But I (actively moving around) turned my chest around like this and wrapped my arms around my belly.” The movements he created were brushed up and connected and then became the Little Prince’s dance. That is the reason why it can’t be helped but for “Kim Jinwoo” to flow out of each and every movement of the Little Prince. These days, he is most taken by the expression of lacking gravity out of all the choreographies in the performance. This is because floating in air is the most fundamental movement of the Little Prince as he travels to the many different planets in the universe. For this, these days, Kim Jinwoo walks around carefully with his heels in the air at the dorm. “Even outside of practice, I practice the feeling of being out in space. I open the door and hug my cats as if I lack gravity. I try raising my arms with this floating feeling and I think about how my eyes should travel. I realised that letting my body loose is harder than I thought. When it doesn’t work out well, I look for videos about space and get ideas while watching them. Recently, there was a special ‘Infinity Challenge’ episode on space so I enjoyed watching that.”

Other than dancing, “The Little Prince” has changed the air that surrounds Kim Jinwoo. And he is gladly enjoying that fresh air. “I went to the practice room for the National Contemporary Dance Company at Seoul Arts Center and it was really nice. There was even a fountain (laughs). Before debuting, I practiced in underground rooms that lacked sunlight so practicing at a nice place like this really feels new. The leader [of the dance company] and the teachers don’t distance themselves from me so I’m able to practice with a comfortable heart.” Although he suddenly became the youngest/most inexperienced member of the dance company from being the eldest hyung in his group, he laughed happily about it. “There are actually many things I have to worry about as the eldest hyung. I’m not the leader but I realised that there are things I have to do as the oldest. But after becoming the maknae, I feel at ease. Something like even if I make a small mistake, I feel like people will let it go? And it’s nice because it feels like I’ve become younger. Haha.”

Proving Kim Jinwoo

Kim Jinwoo wishes for “The Little Prince” to be the starting point of becoming a bigger and deeper person. He straightforwardly stated that his ultimate goal is to mature as a person through meaningful experiences. “I walk on the path of a singer but I think singing and dancing according to what is expected of me would be trapping myself in a boundary. I can’t deny that I didn’t experience enough freedom since I joined my agency when I was 20 years old and gave up my youth (laughs). But attempting to act and challenging myself in contemporary dancing naturally leads me to experience various things. I think that after experiencing new things, my thoughts and feelings will become deeper. In that sense, I think that challenging myself in contemporary dancing is a chance for me to learn many things.” He has already prepared himself for biased/negater attitudes that is common for celebrities who challenge themselves in musicals and plays. “I think professional artists of the modern dance or ballet industries will think it unusual for me to be a part of this. However, I will devote myself to practices and perform in a way that will not distance them from me. I don’t expect praises like, ‘He suits this genre,’ I will work hard to at least not make them feel that there is a disconnection.”

However, everything talked about above is all secondary worries. That is because what he desperately waits for is the stage itself. After WINNER ended promotions in March, it has been 8 months since he last stood on stage to meet the Korean audience. His heart thumps quickly with even just the thought of stepping up on the stage that he longed for. “Just the fact that I will step up on a stage makes me happy. I really longed for the stage. Although it is slightly regretful that it won’t be WINNER’s stage. I want to enjoy myself as much as I waited for this moment. Of course it’s important that I do well but more than that, my greater goal is to enjoy myself on this stage.” What does he want to show the audience on the stage he desperately waited for? Unlike with how he took his time answering previous questions after much thought and deliberation, he had an immediate but also clear answer for this question as if he had thought about it for a long time. “[I want to show] that Kim Jinwoo can do it too. The fact that I have the strength to create this kind of stage and performance and that there’s this kind of side to Kim Jinwoo too. I want to show people this side of me.” The determination in his shining eyes felt like this was a promise to himself more than to the audience. Kim Jinwoo will be given five stages and during that time, we will watch him prove his own domain just as he promised. And the audience is already prepared to accept him with joyful hearts. Just like how the Fox was able to imagine the Little Prince’s golden hair just by seeing the waves of the golden wheat field.

“The Little Prince” - Korea National Contemporary Dance Company

- Dates: 2016.12.9 ~ 12.11

- Time: Friday 8PM | Weekend 2PM and 6PM

- Place: Seoul Arts Center CJ Towol Theater

- Choreography: Ahn Ae-soon

- Organisation & Script: Kim Jiwoon

- Music: Jung Jae-il

- Price: R seats 50,000won; S seats 30,000won; A seats 20,000won

161130 * trans: @chrissy96_

scans: @goduandme5

sin eater, part 3 (between heaven & hell)

Part 3 of my ongoing birthday fic for my dear friend @kliomuse, who is always there when I need a sounding board (or just to listen to me rant). She’s been a huge cheerleader for BH&H since the very beginning, and she wanted to see a 1920s New Orleans scene in this verse, so that’s what she got! Flapper dresses and bathtub gin, where a desperate young woman seeks a deal with the devil  but in the city of sinners and saints anything can happen, and while a demons answers, an angel listens and the souls of two young lovers hang in the balance between heaven and hell.

This is only posted on Tumblr while it’s a WIP, will be added to AO3 and ff.net when complete. 

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Part 2

Part 3

New Orleans, 1923

The infernal demon known only as Monsieur K. St. Jean to most of New Orleans sat at a table in a small nightclub called Le Bijou, that was tucked away down a narrow side street and hidden behind a plain, unmarked door. On the inside it more than lived up to its name, it was a jewelbox of plush velvet and cut crystal, where every surface was polished to a mirror shine and glittered like gemstones through the haze of blue smoke. He was alone, cigarette in hand and a bottle of fine cognac waiting unopened on the table while he watched the stage where a beautiful quadroon in a dress that was a sliver of moonlight and a scatter of diamonds sang into the microphone, accompanied by a pianist in black tie. The song was a rather mournful ode to an absent lover, sung to an audience of one.

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Operation Lovebirds Chapter 1

For @insanitysbloomings‘ (Aka @insanitysscribblings) birthday, I wrote a DJWifi centric fake dating fic. It’s going to be about five chapters long, so here is the first chapter. Hopefully I’ll get the rest out over the next couple weeks. Enjoy!

Summary: Fed up with her friends refusing to confess their feeling for each other, Alya enlist the help of Nino to bring them together. The plan? Fake a relationship. What could possibly go wrong? (hint: everything)    

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Chapter 1: The Plan

Alya sat with her arm crossed over her chest glaring at her shocked friend as coffee dribbled down his chin. She expected some sort of reaction to her statement, just not one so messy. She’d called Nino to a coffee shop early this Sunday morning to discuss a potential plan to bring their best friends together. Her plan was simple, but very detailed. The last element she needed was a willing participant.  

“You’re insane,” Nino said, wiping chin clean.

“Listen, it’s been three years and they’re still pining over each other. All they need is a little push in the right direction.”

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THE ULTIMATE MASTERLIST

  ~Part 1~ Avengers x Fem!Reader series: The Life of an Avenger

  Summary: (Y/N) was a Hydra experiment whose parents and beloved brother were assassinated by a Hydra group (there are still a few more details to be given a bit later, so stay tuned). She has the gift of ice magic through Hydra experimentation due to her rare cardiac cancer. She’s an asshole if someone is an asshole to her, but treat her right, and she’s the best friend anyone could ask for (ask Tony who is her “person”). She is currently dating Steve who is head over heels in love with her, just as much as she is with him. (Y/N), with a tongue like a whip and a “live in the moment” attitude, is hardcore, yet respects the little things in life. She is well traveled after her experience in Hydra (even before as her family moved country to country when she was a child). She considers her homelands The United States and Italy. The whole team adores her. The way she sings, dances, speaks, laughs, listens, everything. However, she’s not perfect. She is stubborn beyond belief, curious to the point of danger, terrified to be weak in front of people (although she did tell Tony a bit about her past, and basically everything to Steve) so she will never admit if she’s hurt, turns to blind rage against any and all members of Hydra, and speaks her mind even when she shouldn’t. A wild, rebel at heart, she now descends into “Thor: The Dark World.” Welcome to Asgard.

Chapter 1 (Steve’s POV): Found

Chapter 1 (Reader’s POV): Found

Chapter 2: The Beginning

Chapter 3: Babysitting 

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Chapter 4: Plot Twist

Chapter 5: Trust Issues

Chapter 6 (Part 1): The Ice Queen

Chapter 6 (Part 2): The Ice Queen

Chapter 7: He’s a Deadman

Chapter 8 (Part 1): The Battle of New York

Chapter 8 (Part 2): The Battle of New York

Chapter 8 (Part 3): The Battle of New York

Chapter 9: Home, Sweet Home

Chapter 10: The Bombing

Chapter 11: Stevie Nicks Cures All

Chapter 12: Blueberry Pancakes

Chapter 13: Speed

Chapter 14: The Party

Chapter 15: Mario Kart

Chapter 16: No Fear, No Weakness

Chapter 17: The Mission

Chapter 18: I Love You

Chapter 19 (Part 1): The Truth

Chapter 19 (Part 2): The Truth

Chapter 20: Moving Out

Chapter 21: The Birthday That Shouldn’t Have Been Celebrated

Bonus: Dumb and Dumber (most popular)


~Part 2~ Avengers x Fem!Reader series: The Life of an Avenger

Summary: Part 2 was full of…many, many things. (Y/N) traveled with Thor to Asgard where she met Loki once again and her tongue was on fire (as it was 90% of her life). She held nothing back against the asshole who tried to control her planet…until he started to speak about his own non-father that struck a chord with (Y/N). She followed his directions which led her to the Cave of Time. This brought her to the moment Bucky Barnes fell off of Zola’s train. This was one of her biggest regrets because Bucky (or as she called him, Brooks) was her cell neighbor for two of (Y/N)’s almost five years held captive in Hydra. She wasn’t able to save Bucky, but once she got back to her correct time in Asgard, she went back to Thor and helped convince him to trust Loki in order to take down Malekith (which worked out halfway well). He took her advice while she went back to Earth and helped her boyfriend (sorry, that word is too weak), Steve Rogers, the love of her life. Cliche? They’d been through too much for anything less. She remembered and admitted to Steve, Natasha, and Sam of her connection to The Winter Soldier which turned out to be Bucky. While attacking the Hydra agents who infiltrated Hydra, she had helplessly watched Steve fall to his death. It was one of the most horrifying moments of her entire life (and she’s had some pretty gruesome ones). A week later, after Steve had been fully cleared and taken care of, she called Tony who asked her to help him take down Killian in Miami, Florida. And, of course, for her best friend, she agreed to help. During the fight at the docks, (Y/N) and Pepper fell into a pit of fire where Extremis saved Pepper and (Y/N)’s ice powers helped her survive. However, in the fire, (Y/N) came face-to-face with another shadow that hissed at her to give up her heart to it (doesn’t make sense yet? The answer will come soon). This brought her memory back to her battle with Thor’s warriors up in Muspelheim where two other apparitions had attacked her, asking with gruesome malignancy, the same question. But what did it mean? After she survived the fire, her and Pepper kicked Killian’s ass right in front of a useless Tony who sat in stunned awe at his two favorite people (besides himself). During his moment with Pepper that (Y/N) had allowed them, Tony decided to blow up his suits for a “clean slate” with Pepper. Big. Useless (because he will still use the suits again). Mistake. (Y/N) hopped off of the crate she had been sitting on, staring dreamily into the stars, and after plenty of procrastination (because weakness is not something she ever wanted to show anyone) she stated nonchalantly, “I’m having a heart attack.” Tony and Pepper freaked out, of course. But (Y/N) had dealt with the problems millions of times due to her cardiac cancer. When herself and Tony arrived at the hospital (like literally, they were just outside the hospital), (Y/N)’s heart stopped. Tony desperately performed CPR on her as she was wheeled in for surgery. After she had survived a tedious surgery, she admitted her past to the team. Everything. Her family (mom and brother) had been assassinated by Hydra in a hit ordered by her very own father who had faked his death for some unknown reason by (Y/N). After, her entire family was dead, (Y/N) was sold by her father to Hydra for her cardiac cancer which they had been searching for a candidate, and (Y/N) fit the mold perfectly. They forced her into seventy-two surgeries that led to her having ice powers, quickened healing capabilities, and Captain America speed. They never went full-out due to their fear of her, until they could fully control her. This is what Bucky had saved (Y/N) from when he helped her escape. Unfortunately, he was not so lucky, which is why Steve and (Y/N) decided to go after and find him. They will not give up on Bucky. Nobody kills James Buchanan Barnes.

Personality: (Y/N) is a little spit-fire with an attitude that won’t quit. She’s strong and terrifyingly fierce in battles, yet with her team…she’s still sarcastic as all hell and loves to get drunk, so obviously her and Tony are as close as Joey and Chandler from FRIENDS, or they’ve also been compared to Meredith and Christina from Grey’s Anatomy. “Steve’s the love of my life, and Tony is my person,” (Y/N) had said and Tony couldn’t agree more. All of the Avengers are extremely close with her. They are enamored by her adorable love of the small things in life, her beautifully innocent curiosity, carefree attitude (despite what had happened to her), amazing strength in battle (as Thor called her the “fearsome warrior” to introduce her to his friends). She’s determined, kicks ass, and stubborn as hell. A cold heart to her enemies, but a warm soul for her friends. The lucky ones are the few she decides to truly trust. The world is her oyster, as she had traveled mostly everywhere and done some things just as crazy as herself. Her team is extremely protective over her just as much as she is over them. But what would happen if something disrupted that? Has Tony finally gone over the deep-end?

Chapter 1: Welcome to Asgard

Chapter 2 (Part 1): The Cave of Time

Chapter 2 (Part 2): The Cave of Time

Chapter 3: The Plan

Chapter 4: The Winter Soldier

Chapter 5: Half-Naked

Chapter 6: Alive

Chapter 7 (Part 1): The Mechanic

Chapter 7 (Part 2): The Mechanic

Chapter 8: The Real Truth

Chapter 9: Take Me Home

Bonus: What a Dog


MASTERLIST (Part 3)

~Part 3~ Avengers x Fem!Reader series: The Life of an Avenger

Summary: Tony had finally reached his breaking point after his parent’s dying, himself being kidnapped, tortured, constantly living with shrapnel in his chest, learning that his weapons were being used for terrorism, fighting aliens, almost being lost in space, almost losing Pepper a good five times, finding out (Y/N), his absolute best friend, had cancer, her almost dying, then finally watching his friends die in an extra special vision from Wanda. If you think you’re life is fucked up… So, he built Ultron who threatened the Avengers lives, then the world with complete destruction. What a stand up guy. (Y/N) with her team, her ice magic, and her sharp tongue took down the bastard in a Power Rangers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles battle that nobody would soon forget…not even if they tried. After Vision had lifted from his coffin, he related what Thor had always suspected of (Y/N): she had a piece of the Orb, The Power Stone, lodged in her heart, placed there by Hydra to spur on her ice magic. The only reason this worked was due to (Y/N)’s rare cardiac cancer. (Y/N) had been attacked for years by Hydra and other aliens for her involuntary gift, but she was too strong. Nobody would ever be able to kill or control the fiercely stunning girl who’s sarcasm itself, could kill a man. Never again (and yes, she has died before. Like a zombie, she’s not actually dead, so yay). Wanda lost her brother, Pietro, in the war which sent her, obviously, in a downward spiral of depression, but (Y/N) knew how to help her because she had also lost her brother years before to her own father. Steve and (Y/N) welcomed Wanda into their apartment where they all lived quite happily despite their far and recent pasts. Now, Steve, (Y/N), Wanda, Nat, Sam, Rhodey, and Vision are the new Avengers. And this is where the story continues.

Chapter 1: Age of Ultron (She Named Without, Hopefully, Infringing Too Much on Marvel)

Chapter 2: A Suit of Armor and Three Too Many Beers

Chapter 3: Home Run

Chapter 4: Magic

Chapter 5: A Shot to the Heart

Announcement to my Fellow Party People (only like if you want to be tagged in the future)

Bonus: Let’s Beat Them Into Shape


~Part 4~ Avengers x Fem!Reader series: The Life of an Avenger

Summary: (Y/N)’s cancer and attacks get sorted out by Tony and Bruce in Malibu. Afterwards, (Y/N) faces her “father” by only blood in The Raft before he is executed (God, I just keep getting lazier and lazier with these summaries).

Chapter 1: The Mansion in Malibu

Chapter 2: The Killer Surf

Chapter 3: I Need Help

Chapter 4: A Peaceful Sleep

Chapter 5: Goodnight


~Part 5~ Avengers x Fem!Reader series: The Life of an Avenger

Summary: Eh, fuck it.

Bonus: Crazy Is, As Crazy Does

Prequel: Into the Rabbit Hole

Yet Another Prequel: Girl’s Day

Chapter 1: LAGOS

Chapter 2: The Kids Aren’t Alright

Chapter 3: I See Red

Chapter 4 (Part 1): Civil War

Chapter 4 (Part 2): Civil War

Chapter 5: A Sorrow Like The Sea

Chapter 6 (Part 1): Through The Looking Glass

Chapter 6 (Part 2): Through The Looking Glass

Chapter 6 (Part 3): Through The Looking Ass

Chapter 7: Destined For Nowhere

The Life of an Avenger Playlist

Love the Way You Lie | Harry Styles

Love the Way You Lie (Part 2) by Rihanna

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This one-shot imagine was written in a different style than I usually write, so I hope it’s not too terrible! Let me know what you think! It took me a while to write this because I was very unsure about cheating Harry but I did it! Enjoy!

Love the Way You Lie | Harry Styles One-Shot Imagine

Requested by anonymous: Hi my love! Can I request a cheating imagine? He cheats on the missus but then begs her to stay when she try’s to leave?

[Harry. Missus.]

September 2015

One Direction had just finished the North American leg of their On the Road Again tour not too long ago and Harry decided to spend a week with his family back in Cheshire, which Y/N didn’t mind since Harry hadn’t been home in months, so she said she would wait until he came to London for the start of the UK leg of the tour since they had six shows in a row at the O2.

She had kept her self busy since he’s been gone, trying her best to throw herself into work. She had missed him terribly and even though there were iPhones, iPads, MacBooks to keep them in touch, in all honesty, it really didn’t help much at all. She craved his touch and missed his smile. She missed the way he would smirk when he said something profoundly brilliant and it made her tingle inside when he would place a kiss on her forehead and wrapped his arms around her body after they wore each other out.

But something was different the past couple of months and she couldn’t put her finger on why. His calls became less frequent, his texts were shorter and even the way he said ‘love’ and ‘baby’ had changed but then again it could just be the distance and she was overthinking every little thing again like she always does. She thought that maybe when he’s back in London things will be okay again and she would see that it was just all in her head.

A few days before the first show at the O2, she decided to call him. She hadn’t actually spoken to him since the day he returned to the UK, wanting to give him time with his family.

“Hello?” Harry’s sleepy voice came through her phone.

“Hi babe, are you coming to London before your first show?” She asked cheerfully as she sipped on her morning coffee.

“Mmm yeah, we need to rehearse the day before so probably then.” He yawned.

Her smile instantly faded, “Oh. You’re not coming any sooner?” 

“I don’t know yet love, we’ll see what happens… miss you though.” She heard him slowly say.

“I miss you too Harry.” She didn’t want to push him, knowing that there was enough on his plate.

“Have a good day at work okay?” She knew that he wanted to go back to sleep so she figured she’d let him.

“Okay thank you, tell your family I said hello!” She tried her best to sound happy even though it wasn’t how she was feeling.

After Harry hung up on Y/N, he checked his messages to see notifications from Gracie Carvalho and slightly smiled.

He met her in San Diego during the beginning of the North American leg and gradually started getting to know her. She was beautiful, funny, and charming. Did he like her? No. Was he attracted to her? Yes. She’s a Victoria Secret angel and there’s no denying that she’s gorgeous.

He loved Y/N, of course he loved her, she was everything to him but it had been almost six months since he had been able to touch her and Gracie… well Gracie was there and she was willing.

A year and half, that’s how long Harry and Y/N had been together. He had known Y/N for a total of two years and when he first met her, he knew she was special right away. He needed to get to know her, he was drawn to her and for six month he chased her and they fell in love. Y/N and him were great together; they had so much in common and she balanced him out, kept him grounded. He had never felt that way about anyone before and he had never been happier until a few months ago.

Y/N wasn’t happy when management pushed the five of them into a fourth tour with 80 shows. She was concerned for their health and wanted them to rest but of course, work is work. This is the life they signed up for when they became One Direction.

When Harry went to L.A. in the beginning of the year, Y/N was very upset. They fought a few times while he was away and he hated it. Harry wanted her to come with him but of course she had her own job and she couldn’t just abandon her friends and family to follow him around on tour, which he completely understood, so they tried to make it work.

He hated that she always said no when he offered to fly her out to where ever he was. He was getting really frustrated from all her rejections but then when she surprised him in Dubai, he was absolutely thrilled. He had missed her more than anything. But that happiness soon ended when they fought about the fact that he was going to L.A. for their two month break instead of going back to London.

For the first week and a half of his break, they argued almost every day. He knew that all she wanted was for him to come home but he explained to her that L.A. was also his home and it was where he wanted to stay. It took her a while to finally accept it, but eventually she sort of did and things went back to normal. 

But Harry needed the intimacy, he missed it, he missed her. He tried to convince her to fly out to L.A. even just for a weekend but she refused. She kept saying ‘no’ and that she would see him when he came back to London, which was her way of getting him to come home and caused them to constantly bicker and argue. He was getting lonely and even though he had friends in L.A., he needed something more. His hand was no longer enough and when Gracie came along offering a ‘no strings attached’ situation, he couldn’t help but cave in. 

The first time it happened was in San Diego. Harry had met her at a club and by the end of the night he was wasted and Gracie was very forward; his hormones took over and he gave in to her advances. She was the one that hit on him then invited him to her room, kissed him, undressed him and he didn’t resist. The next morning, Harry felt like shit, completely guilt-ridden, so he sent Y/N two dozen red roses and called her to tell her how much he had loved and missed her.

The second time it happened was a few weeks ago in New York, after the Buffalo show at the very beginning of September. Since she lived in New York, Harry arranged for Gracie and her friend to have VIP passes to the show and she was so impressed with their performance that she texted him an address to a hotel with a room number. He doesn’t know why he went, but he did. Of course he felt like a complete ass about it afterwards but Gracie was very sexy and once again, his hormones clouded his judgement.

Fuck, he was a shit boyfriend.

Harry knew that he should go to London a few days prior to their first show and spend time with Y/N but he needed more time to get himself together so that the guilt wouldn’t be evident. 

On Wednesday, before their first concert at the O2, the five guys met at the stadium along with the band and their voice coach for sound check and rehearsed for a few hours, running through the setlist. Afterwards Harry went out with Niall for dinner and a few drinks.

“You going to see Y/N tonight?” Niall asked after they finished eating.

“Yeah, I think I’m going to surprise her at her flat.” Harry nodded.

“How long has it been since you’ve actually seen her mate?” Niall finished off his glass.

“Not since April when she surprised me for our one year, so six months?” Harry hummed.

“Damn, how do you all do it? That would drive me insane.” Niall referred to the rest of us guys with girlfriends and shook his head.

Harry’s breath slightly hitched as he thought about the nights he spent with Gracie, “It’s a lot of work.” 

Around 10pm, after Niall and Harry finished, Harry headed over to Y/N’s flat and let himself in. He remembered when she gave him the key to her place, it was on their one year anniversary. She said since she never knew when he was going to be home, she decided to give him a key so that he can pop by whenever he was in London, he ended up giving him her key as well because he trusted her and loved her.

Harry shuffled across the wooden floors of her dark living room, “Babe?” 

He didn’t hear her respond so he made his way to her bedroom door. He saw that it was slightly cracked open and light was coming out of it along with ‘Ready to Run’ playing softly through her speakers. It was her favorite song on their new album, she told him once after a fight that wherever he was was where she belonged.

He pushed opened the door to see her sleeping peacefully with her dark pink leather bound journal opened and pen in her hand. God, he missed her, he really did and the knot in his stomach twisted from the guilt he felt inside. He gently pulled the journal out from under her arm and pen out of her hand and set them on her bedside table and slowly climbed in bed next to her.

“Harry?” Her eyes shot open when she felt his arms around her waist.

“Hi love, I’ve missed you.” He placed a kiss on her forehead.

“You’re here.” Harry heard her voice crack and knew she was tearing up.

“I’m here.” Harry pulled her close to him.

They both fell asleep entangled in each other’s arms.

The next morning Harry woke to an empty bed but smelled the aroma of bacon throughout her flat.

Harry thanked her for breakfast and kissed her tenderly before he had to take off and meet up with his manager before the show. He left her VIP passes for the concert, telling her how happy he was to finally see her again and she felt the same. 

That night Y/N was sitting with other familiar faces of their first show at the O2 and she cheered her heart out. She had missed the boys so much and had been very excited to see them. She was able to catch up with them backstage before they went on and laughed pretty much the entire time. She adored all five of them and they adored her. She had grown pretty close to the other four boys and she knew that she would be devastated if they were no longer in her life.

After the show, Harry wanted to go to a club with Niall, which really wasn’t Y/N’s scene but of course she went because she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could before he had to leave for another two months. While they were there, Harry seemed distant, he would sneak a kiss here and there but it was as if she didn’t have his attention like she use too. A couple hours after being at the club she had asked Harry to take her home, wanting to spend alone time with him. All she wanted was for him to take her home and ravish her, make her feel loved and wanted.

Harry was a bit upset at Y/N’s behavior, not understanding why she didn’t want to party with him, he knew Gracie would. When they both got back to her flat, she tried to touch him, kiss him but he didn’t feel up for the intimacy she longed for. Instead, he kissed her tenderly and pulled her into his arms.

“I’m very tired tonight love, it’s been a long day, I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night.” Harry said sleepily.

She found it very odd that he turned her advances down, he has never done that before, not once. She couldn’t sleep that night for the life of her. She lied awake consumed in her thoughts, wondering if she had done anything wrong in the past few months. She could feel that something was different and it definitely wasn’t all in her head. Harry was distancing himself and she felt her heart ache. Was he seeing someone else? A pit in her stomach was beginning to form and she prayed that it wouldn’t get deeper.

The second night of the show, Gracie decided to surprise Harry. She had a modeling gig in London that week and she wanted to see him. Harry was lucky that Y/N was working late and couldn’t make it to the second show so when Gracie invited Harry to her hotel room, he was elated.

After Y/N had got off work, in which she was a Medical Assistant at St. Thomas’ Hospital, paparazzi bombarded her outside the hospital asking her if she knew Harry was with a model named Gracie Carvalho that evening. Of course she had no idea, she had just worked a 10 hour shift and was too busy with patients to answer any calls or messages. She continued walking to her car, keeping her head down, not saying a word. 

When Y/N finally got home, her friends had sent her links of articles of Harry being seen out with this gorgeous model and the pit in her stomach grew. She gave him a call but he didn’t answer her and she slightly panicked. What if he was cheating on her? 

She quickly took a shower and as soon as she stepped out, her phone started ringing and she quickly accepted it and put him on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Hi babe, sorry I didn’t answer earlier, the club was so loud, I didn’t hear my phone ring.”

“That’s alright Harry.” She stood in the middle of her bathroom, soaked with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair was dripping wet. She needed to speak to him and at the moment she didn’t care that water was getting all over her floor.

“How was work today?” He asked.

“Harry, paparazzi attacked me after work asking if I knew about you and some woman named Gracie?”

“I’m so sorry that happened babe, I’m so sorry.” Harry apologized.

“Who is she?” 

She wasn’t going to beat around the bush.

“Gracie? She’s just a friend that I met in California, she’s in London for work and wanted to catch up, nothing to worry about love.”

But she didn’t trust the way he sounded, it was as if he was hiding something from the way he hesitated to answer and she felt a lump in her throat form. They talked for a few more minutes before he told her that he needed to sleep since he had another show tomorrow. 

As she dried her body and blow-dried her hair, she thought about the past few months, starting from when Harry begun acting different, which was in July, when he was still in California. Was it her? She pulled up the links her friends sent her again and then googled Gracie Carvalho to find out that she was a Victoria Secret angel and she was beautiful.

Y/N began feeling self-conscious and her insecurities grew as she stared at herself in the mirror. Is she not enough for Harry anymore? She knew she was no where close to being a model but Harry always made her feel beautiful. Even before she met him, she thought she was pretty, but now, seeing that perhaps this Gracie person had caught Harry’s attention, maybe she wasn’t enough for him.

The next evening after the third show in London, Harry and Gracie met each other up at a club and this time Niall was there, which meant that Harry had to be careful with his actions around Gracie. Y/N was closest to Niall out of the four boys.

Harry felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out to see that Y/N was calling. He didn’t feel like answering since the music was blasting and he knew she was just going to ask him what he was doing, so he decided to text her saying that he was with Niall and that he would call her back later. Harry was reluctant to leave when Gracie texted asking him if he wanted to get out of the club. He fed Niall some bullshit excuse that he didn’t feel well and left 30 minutes after Gracie did.

After his rendezvous with Gracie, Harry headed back to his flat seeing that there were 5 missed calls from Y/N and 10 messages from her asking where he was and why he wasn’t picking up and that Niall told her he left the club at midnight. Harry felt a bit agitated after seeing her messages and was even more annoyed when he saw her car parked outside the front of his house.

“Harry! It’s 1:30 in the morning! I’ve been trying to call you, where have you been?” She spouted off as soon as he walked in.

“I was with Niall, I told you.” He set his things down on the table and took off his boots.

“The headlines also said Gracie was at that club.” Y/N stood up from the couch she was sitting on.

“I guess she was there? I don’t know.” He lied.

“Don’t lie to me Harry, are you cheating on me with her?” Her question completely caught him off guard.

“Y/N!” Harry made a stride across his living room floor, “Of course not, why do you think that.” He placed his hands on her cheeks.

“Because! You’ve been different lately. You’re distant and you’re short with me… you haven’t even touched me since you’ve been back!” Tears sprung to her eyes as she shouted.

“Y/N, I’ve been exhausted! It’s not that I don’t want too, I’m-”

“Because right after every bloody show, you go out drinking and clubbing! You don’t even come home to me or tell me to come over to you!”

“You know you’re always welcome to come out with me.” He said.

“We’ve barely had any alone time together! I don’t want to go out, I want to stay in with you, watch movies like we use too and stay up all night making love!” She felt tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Well I’m sorry I haven’t done any of that with you! I just have been in the mood to go out and have fun! I didn’t think that was a problem!” He snapped at her.

“It’s a problem when you rather club than spend time with your own girlfriend!”

“Whatever Y/N, I’m way too tired to argue with you right now.” Harry stepped around her and went into his room and changed out of his clothes.

She followed him into his closet, “Harry, are you or are you not sleeping with Gracie?”

“I am NOT, when the hell will you get that out of your thick skull?” He growled with his back to her as he undressed.

“Will you stop accusing me of cheating? Where the hell did you even get that from?” He turned around and after he pulled on a pair of short to sleep in.

“Because you’ve just been different!”

“So cheating is your solution? That’s great Y/N, thanks for having so little faith in me!” He shook his head and walked around her.

Harry’s phone kept vibrating and he knew that it was Gracie that was probably calling him so he made sure to keep his phone screen out of Y/N’s sight.

“I’m going home! You’re obviously hiding something from me!” She huffed as she turned on her heels and walked out of his room. After he heard the front door slam shut, Harry checked his phone to see a message from Gracie saying that she wanted more.

Harry texted Gracie his address and told her to come over. He was angry and he needed a way to relieve his stress and Gracie was always down for anything.

Gracie brought over a bottle of wine and they both took turns drinking out of it as they teased each other. Harry ended up giving in first and took her on his bed. Gracie was too drunk to drive home so she fell asleep next to him on his bed after they finished, which was a first.

The next morning Y/N woke up early, she barely slept the night before because she felt so guilty for accusing him of such things. She knew that she should apologize since she had no proof that he was doing something of the sort. Y/N got ready, stopped by Starbucks and ordered her and Harry coffee and headed over to his place.

Y/N was surprised that the door was unlocked when she finally arrived at his house. She knew she locked it before she left last night and thought that maybe Harry went out for a morning jog.

She slowly walked into his flat and saw a trail of clothes from the living room leading into the bedroom and the pit in her stomach deepened and she felt her heart pounding faster. She knew the clothes belonged to a female because she had that exact bra that was dangling on one of his lamps. 

The moment she feared for was here, confirming what she had been suspecting the last two days, the reason everything was different between them and she wasn’t ready, she didn’t want to see him with another women but she needed to. She needed the confirmation. His door was slightly ajar and Y/N took a deep breath before she finally allowed herself to push it open.

She took one step in and she saw two figures laying in his bed. Harry was laying closest to the door and he was facing her direction, his eyes closed, his breathing was steady so she knew he was sleeping. The second figure was laying on Y/N’s side of the bed and she thought she was going to be sick. The coffee cups slipped out of her hands at the sight of the female body, as she felt like the wind was being knocked out of her, and when they hit the wooden floors, the cups cause a loud noise, instantly waking up Harry in time to see Y/N running out of his room.

“Oh shit! Y/N!” Harry scrambled around to find his briefs and chased after her. He lept over the giant puddle of coffee and crash into the wall directly in front of his bedroom door, hurting his toe.

“FUCK! Y/N! Y/N! WAIT!” Harry ran out the door, ignoring the pain in his toe, to see Y/N hopping in her car as she sobbed and she drove away before Harry could even reach her.

“FUCK!” Harry could feel his heart racing faster than ever as the guilt was now eating him alive. He had hurt her. She had found out and he knew she would never be able to unsee what she did.

Harry hurried back into his house and told Gracie she needed to leave as he looked for his phone. Gracie didn’t say anything, she quietly got dressed and left.

Harry called Y/N over and over again but she kept screening or ignoring his calls. He texted her to please answer and pick up but she didn’t reply. Harry spent the day beating himself up for hurting Y/N the way he did, he was so wrong. He was a terrible person.

He tried calling her every fifteen minutes all day, up until the fourth show. He was a proper mess that night. What if he loses her? What if she never forgives him? What if she never wants to see him again? What the hell is he going to do? She’s everything to him and he betrayed her. Why did he do such a stupid thing?

Harry was a wreck: forgetting where to go on stage, running into other boys, almost forgetting lyrics. He had to force his smiles and laughter and he felt terrible towards his fans that he wasn’t giving it his all tonight.

All the guys and crew knew something was off about Harry that evening and kept checking up on him to see if he was alright, but all he wanted and needed was to see Y/N.

After the show ended, Harry rushed out of the stadium and asked to be taken to Y/N’s flat. When he got there he rushed up the steps to her front door and knocked urgently. She didn’t answer and he thought that perhaps she was still at work. Harry checked his watch to see that she should be home soon so he sat in his car and waited.

Harry waited and waited until two hours had passed and she still hadn’t come home. He felt bad that his security team had to wait with him, so eventually he gave up and told them to take him home. She probably was sleeping over at a friends’ because she didn’t want to be alone at a time like this.

The following morning, Harry woke up early and drove over to Y/N’s again but it seemed as if she hadn’t been home at all. Harry didn’t want to seem crazy and stop by her work, because that would draw attention to her hospital and he didn’t want to do that to her. Harry tried calling her again but her phone was now off since it sent him straight to voicemail. He was going absolutely mental not knowing where she was.

Harry spent the rest of the day laying in his bed, waiting until he had to go to the stadium for the fifth show at O2. He told himself that he was going to try again and go back to her flat that night and he knew that she would be home then, he knows her. Y/N couldn’t stand to be away from her bed too long, unless she had too, like for a holiday.

Harry knew that if he was going to get through the show by forcing himself to smile and laugh, he needed alcohol. So when no one was looking, Harry might’ve snuck a small bottle of tequila into his dressing room and took a few swigs.

When the show was over, Harry told his security team to take him back to Y/N’s flat again as he finished the rest of the tequila he poured into his water bottle. They were hesitant but they knew that if they didn’t take him, he would go alone and they couldn’t risk that especially when a concert just ended and all the Directioners were on their concert high, many crazy things have happened.

Harry felt a speckle of hope she he saw that her lights were on in her flat and nearly jumped out of the moving suburban when they were a few buildings away. Harry sprinted up her steps as he pulled out the key she gave him and opened the door to find Y/N sobbing into her pillow. He felt his heart lurch at the sight of her in pain.

“Get out Harry.” Her voice cracked when he came into view.

“Y/N please! Please forgive me!” Harry rushed to the front of where she was sitting and got down on his knees and took her hands in his.

“Don’t touch me Harry!” She shouted as she pulled herself away from him.

Harry felt his heart break inside seeing her hurt because of him and hearing her say those words to him. He dropped his hands to his side, not wanting to upset her anymore.

“Y/N, please forgive me.” He pleaded.

“You lied to me! You lied to me about her! You made me feel like I was crazy and was wrong for accusing you of such things and I didn’t even want to believe it myself! But fuck! I am such an idiot!” Tears streamed down her face as she yelled at him.

“No, I’m the idiot! You aren’t crazy… Y/N, please! I need you to forgive me!” Harry could feel his face heating up as he fought back tears.

“Forgive you? How am I ever suppose to forgive you Harry! She was in your bed! Do you understand that I will never ever be able to get that image out of my head! You’re the worst!” She stood up from where she was sitting and walked away from him.

Harry pushed himself off the floor and grabbed her arm so that she could face him and she jerked herself away from him.

“I said don’t touch me Harry! Not when you’ve touched another woman with those hands!” She sobbed and tears were surfacing in Harry’s eyes.

“Y/N! I am begging you! Please forgive me! I was wrong, so so wrong! I never should’ve slept with her! I don’t even know why I did it! It was such a stupid mistake! You’re right, I am the worst, but I need you. I love you, I love you so much.” Now tears were streaming down his face.

“No Harry, you’re not allowed to say you love me, because if you loved me, you would’ve never ever betrayed me like that.”

“You’re right, you are so right but I was stupid and weak. But I can promise you with everything I have that I do love you!” Harry’s voice was desperate.

“Harry, you don’t and I can’t do this with you. No, I’m not doing this with you anymore. We’re over.” She managed to say without hesitation.

When Harry heard those words come out of her mouth, he completely lost the ability to breathe. He collapsed onto his knees in front of her and sobbed, “Please Y/N, please don’t leave me. I never ever should’ve hurt you. She’s nothing to me! It never meant anything to me, I promise you, nothing. You mean everything to me.” 

“How many times Harry?” Her question not only surprised him but herself as well.

“What…?” He sniffled and looked up at her.

“How many times did you sleep with her?” She wiped the tears from her cheeks and stared down into his green eyes.

Harry was debating on lying to her or telling the truth, but he had a feeling that if he lied she would know, “Five.”

There was no point in lying to her because for some reason Y/N always knew when he did, she said he had tell but he couldn’t figure out what it was for the life of him.

Harry watched all the color drain out of her face when he finally told the truth and she couldn’t even find the strength to look at him anymore.

“Get out Harry.” She softly said as turned her head to the side and covered her mouth.

“Y/N… please don’t do this to me.” Harry stood back up and put his hands on her arms.

“Don’t do this to you?! What about what you’ve done to me?” She turned her body away from him and wrapped her arms around her self.

“I know! God! I know what I did hurt you but-”

“No Harry, it nearly killed me.” She spat.

“Y/N, I am begging you, please don’t end this.” Harry pleaded again, his hands in his chest.

“Harry. You slept with someone else. You touched someone else. I will never be able to trust you again.”

“Y/N, I would do anything and everything to make it up to you, to earn back your trust, how ever long it takes. I need you Y/N, I fucked up and I know I did, but please… give me another chance.”

It took everything in Y/N to do what she did next but she had to do what was best for her.

She took a step back and shook her head. 

“No Harry, no. I can’t even look at you anymore. You are not the Harry I fell in love with. I know that over time people change and I’ve accepted and learned to love all of you and your changes over the past year, but I never would have ever thought that you could hurt me like this. I just… I just can’t be with you anymore.”

Harry felt his world crumble around him as she finished, his eyes stung and he felt as if he couldn’t breathe anymore. 

“Please go, Harry.” She said sternly.

“Y/N.” He struggled to say in between his sobs.

“Please, go.” This time her voice was soft.

After a few moment Harry finally took a step and put himself in front of Y/N. He gently lifted her chin and looked in her eyes, “I am… so sorry Y/N.” 

Harry’s feet moved across her floor as he made his way to the door. He looked over his shoulder at her one more time before he finally felt as if he had no choice but to walk away for good. He lost her, he had lost her and it was all his fault. Everything was his fault, all because he didn’t realize what an amazing girlfriend he had right in front of him before he had fucked it all up. 

She didn’t deserve this, she deserved someone who was strong and who loved her enough to never even look at another woman. He should’ve been that man, he could’ve been that man but he was weak and she deserved someone better.

As Y/N watched Harry walk out of her flat, she watched her first love walk out of her life. She knew that a part of her will always love him and eventually she would forgive him.  Even though every part of her wanted to say his name and have him hold her in his arms, her head knew better. She knew she deserved better than that… even if he is Harry Styles.

<3 M

First Major Award

This was mainly just random and I felt like writing another scenario for Baek :3

Requests are open peeps! ^^


Genre ~ Fluff/ Jealousy (Taeyeon isn’t happy xD)
Word Count ~ 1796
Baekhyun/ Reader


Sitting more on your own, you watched as countless big time idols respectfully bowed their heads in your direction and you quickly smiled back with a small head bow of your own. You’re a newbie to these type of events which is why everyone is trying their hardest to make your night as great as it can possibly get. No one know’s who’s going to be winning the awards here tonight so the spirits are still pretty high, but there’s no telling how long that’s going to last for once the MAMA Awards begin.

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Where Have You Been

Please could you do an imagine where you’re the little sister of a band who plays on Warper and you meet Denis Stoff and you guys have a really cute date then rough sex?

I know this is a rather new request but I am so in love with Stoff right now that I just couldn’t resist omg I’m sorry (/.\)

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I bit my lip as my eyes watched the new lead singer of Asking Alexandria. He was tall with dark hair and gorgeous dark eyes. Tattoos adorned his body. He had a great stage presence and his voice was amazing. I was thoroughly impressed.

As the band finished their set and said goodbye to the raging crowd, Denis turned to walk off and he and I made eye contact. I had a playful smirk on my face and he looked slightly taken back. Our connection was broken, however, as Ben came up and hugged me tightly.

“Y/N! It’s so great to see you!” he greeted. I laughed and returned his hug. “God, you’ve grown up so much.”

“God, I know! My brother was hesitant to let me come with him this year because of it. Said too many douche bags would try to hit on me,” I told him with a laugh.

“Well, I can see where he’d be concerned!” I hit Ben’s arm, faking hurt for him taking the other side. “Anyway, I am really glad you’re here. Did you watch our set?”

“Duh! You guys were amazing! I love the new lead singer,” I told him. Ben called him over and introduced us.

“Denis, this is Y/N. Ashley from BVB, it’s his little sister. Y/N, this is Denis,” he said. I extended my hand and he took it, giving me a warm smile.

“Nice to meet you. I loved your performance out there. You did great,” I complimented.

“Thank you, that’s very nice,” he replied. I grinned at hearing his accent up close. It was so much…sexier directed right at me. Denis and I chatted for a few more minutes before I told him I had to go. “This might be really forward, but…” Denis began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Could I maybe take you on a date?”

“Really?” I asked, smiling at him. He nodded. “Yeah, I would love that!”

“Oh, cool! Uhm, how about Saturday night? We’ll be in Miami by then and I know some nice restaurants down there,” he suggested. I nodded in agreement and gave him my number before heading back to the BVB bus. 

That night, I laid in my bunk thinking. Saturday was only two days away. I was beyond excited. Denis and I had been txting all evening and no doubt we would be txting nonstop all the way up until our date, too. I fell asleep that night thinking about whether or not I should go to Asking’s show tomorrow.

~Saturday~

It was finally here and I could barely contain my excitement. All day I had been giddy and happy and moving non-stop. My brother noticed my odd behavior.

“What is up with you?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

“You’ve been on your phone nonstop the past few days, today you can’t stop smiling at everything, and now you’re…curling your hair? Something is going on and frankly, it better not be about a boy,” Ashley said. I just shook my head and rolled my eyes at him.

“If you must know, I have a date tonight.”

“I knew it! I knew a boy was involved!” he shouted. “Y/N, what did I tell you before-”

“Who said my date was with a guy?” I countered, cutting him off. That made him shut up for sure. I smirked to myself and walked toward the back of the bus as Ashley stood there with a very confused look on his face. I finished getting ready and txted Denis that I was ready whenever. He said he would be by to get me in a few, but I suggested it might be a better idea to meet somewhere in between, so he agreed. I grabbed my tiny purse and headed for the door. 

“Y/N, at least-” Ash started when I walked by, but I held up a hand to stop him. 

“Ash, I’m not gay, I was kidding to make you shut up,” I told him with a small grin. “I’m going out with Denis from Asking. I met him a few days ago and I really like him, so be chill about it, okay? I’m a grown woman and I can make my own decisions about guys I would like to date.”

“I just worry about you. You’re my little sister, no matter how grown up you are. Be careful and have fun. Call me if you need anything,” Ash said, giving me a hug and a kiss on the temple. I waved goodbye to him and the others and headed out to meet Denis. 

“Noooo, they did not do that!!” Denis laughed, but I shook my head.

“They did! It was so funny, but so mean,” I replied, laughing along. We were sharing funny touring stories, laughing and enjoying the night. “Denis, this has been an amazing night. Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad you’ve had such a good time. I’ve really enjoyed your company,” he replied, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand to kiss my knuckles. I blushed a bit and just continued to gaze into his beautiful eyes. “You are such an amazing girl.”

“What do you say we get out of here?” I suggested, turning on my charm.

“Oh my, trying to get me in bed, are we?” Denis joked. I laughed a bit, but gave a seductive look.

“It’s been my goal all night,” I said, standing up from my chair, Denis’ eyes going wide as he stood with me. He quickly paid and we headed back to the buses.

“Your bus or mine?” he asked.

“The boys are all on mine as far as I know,” I told him.

“The band went out partying tonight so we should be good for mine,” Denis told me.

“Good, because I can be very loud and I wouldn’t want to wake anyone,” I whispered in his ear, dragging my hand down his arm.

“God, where have you been all my life?” We hurried back and as soon as we walked onto the bus, Denis had me trapped between him and the wall. His lips were on mine with a bruising force that I returned eagerly. My hands were in his hair and his were roaming my body roughly, pulling me against him and groping my ass. Denis’ lips moved to my neck, biting and sucking and leaving marks. I let out a moan and he smirked against my skin.

“We have way too many clothes on,” I breathed, reaching for his shirt and tearing it off so I could run my hands down his lovely chest. Denis did the same to mine and I was soon working on undoing his jeans. His breath was hot on my neck as I finally snapped them open and shoved them down. He kicked them to the side and I met his eyes with a playful look right before dropping to my knees. I wasted no time and freeing Denis’ erection from his boxer briefs and slowly began to run my hand over him, looking up to see his face as I licked his tip.

“Holy fuck,” he mumbled, tossing his head back. I took him into my mouth, adding more as I went and pumping the part of him I couldn’t fit. Denis let out several grunts and moans and wonderful sounds that turned me on even more. I hummed against him, picking up my pace and his hand flew to my hair, guiding me. “Shit, Y/N, oh my god!” I could tell he was close so I pulled away, earning a wide-eyed stare. I crept my way back up Denis’ body to his lips, not kissing him but ghosting over them before moving to his neck and giving him the same treatment he gave me. “God, you’re good at this,” he said breathily. I just laughed and bit his collarbone. I felt completely in control and I loved what I was doing to him, but it soon came to a stop. 

“Oh!” I gasped as Denis’ hands found my shoulders and shoved me down onto the couch. His body was over mine in an instant and his hand was suddenly at my core, rubbing over my panties. 

“You shouldn’t get to have all the fun,” he whispered, his voice low and gruff. His accent was thicker and his eyes were dark with lust. I tossed my head back into the pillow as Denis moved his hand under my garments and inserted not one, but two fingers. I couldn’t help but let out a moan at the amazing sensation. “I’m not going to be nice anymore, sweetheart,” he breathed in my ear. A shudder ran down my spine. God, I was so turned on. His thumb came up to rub fast circles around my clit and my back arched as I moaned loudly. 

“Oh, shit, please Denis, I need you,” I begged, digging my nails into his shoulders. Denis smirked and removed his hand, then tossed off the rest of our clothes. He lined himself up and slowly entered me, causing us both to let out sounds of pleasure. “I want you to fuck me. Hard,” I said, looking right into his eyes. He bit his lip and then slammed into me at a relentless pace. I cried out and wrapped my legs around his torso. Denis was grunting and a light sheen of sweat covered his chest. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he managed before sinking his teeth into my shoulder. I ran one hand through his hair and pulled on it, letting a gasp escape my mouth as he hit that spot inside me. 

“Denis! Oh, don’t stop! H- harder!” I begged. Somehow, he obliged and pounded into me roughly. His hand came down to slap my ass and I arched into him. “Fuck!” I screamed when he began to rub my clit. We were both so close. “Denis!!!” I came undone, my body shaking with pleasure. I triggered his high as my walls contracted around him and he let out a string of curses. We rode it out slowly before finally collapsing next to each other, sweaty, breathless messes. 

“Holy shit, that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Denis said, turning to look at me. We both laughed and grinned at each other. 

“That was fucking amazing,” I agreed. Denis wrapped his arms around me, bringing my body to his.

“What do you say we get dressed in some pj’s, hop in my bunk, and cuddle the rest of the night?” he asked, kissing my forehead. I smiled and nodded.

“I would love that.” We got up and clothed ourselves. Denis got into his bunk and motioned for me to climb in. I did so, but instead of laying beside him, I straddled his lap. “Whatcha say we go for round two?”

anonymous asked:

I've been made fun of my whole life for being a Bowie fan (I'm only 17 of age) but now that he's passed away all of a sudden everyone loves him. Even though it's great that they finally discovered his talent, it's pissing me off that they've made fun of me for so long only to "love" him and everything about him now, it's kinda too late to come around now when they've always made fun of me.... (If this is send twice its because my wifi sucks)

I completely relate to this. And you know who was giving me grief half the time? Other David Bowie fans! 

Lemme explain. I was 17 in 1977, so here’s what David did in my high school years alone, 1974-1978:

  • Diamond Dogs
  • David Live 
  • Young Americans
  • Station to Station
  • Changesonebowie
  • The Man Who Fell to Earth
  • Low*
  • Heroes*
  • Co-wrote, played on, and produced 2 albums for Iggy Pop, The Idiot and Lust for Life and toured as a member of Iggy’s band*
  • ”Little Drummer Boy” duet with Bing Crosby*
  •         (*These 4 albums, the tour, and Bing were all in the very year I turned 17!!!)
  • David Bowie Narrates Prokofiev’s Peter and the Wolf (You know David narrated a classical album for kids in 1978, right?)
  • Stage (technically came out my first month of college, but it put a nice cap on this run that ends at age 18)

There were also massive tours in here, and some major US TV appearances besides the famous Bing Crosby one (”Little Drummer Boy”)s; notably, the December 1974 Dick Cavett appearance debuting “Young Americans” (you’ve seen a million gifs of this on tumblr – skinny David with a brown suit, blue shirt, and band that included Luther Vandross), the March 1975 Grammy presentation to Aretha Franklin (super-skinny tuxedo look: you’ve seen this gif’d too, as well as the pictures of him with John & Yoko afterward), and, in November 1975, a jaw-dropping appearance on Soul Train (likewise, amply gif’d) followed by his US primetime debut on Cher

That’s right: it took five years for David to make it to prime time in the US after he did in the UK, three and a half years after his UK epoch-defining “Starman” performance on Top of the Pops. Being a Bowie fan is alllll about hoping that other people will catch up someday. 

But that’s the general tally for Bowie in my high-school years: 5 studio albums of his own, two incredibly different live albums, his first best-of collection, a classical kids album, a movie, a bunch of TV, a couple of huge tours, and the 2 Iggy Pop albums. In four years.

Me, I was loving it.  Diamond Dogs kicked down my door, Young Americans stole my heart, Station to Station blew my mind, and Low lifted up my soul  – but a lot of Bowie fans were just not digging these new directions. 

Diamond Dogs is too depressing.” “Why are you listening to that Young Americans disco shit?” “What’s with the Johnny Mathis bullshit and that prog rock title track on Station to Station? And more disco shit!” “WTF, half of Low isn’t even songs.” Ironically, people started to catch up to Low quickly enough that “Heroes” came out a few months later and got slagged as “not as good as Low.” 

Here’s what’s really ironic. One of the quotes I’ll always remember from the era, paraphrased from more people I can count: “Bowie needs to quit this artsy-fartsy bullshit, get back together with the Spiders, and play some fucking rock and roll.”

Wait, what? STOP being artsy-fartsy and go BACK to Ziggy??? Because also ironically, Ziggy was an artistic turning point, yes, but also kind of a flop. It peaked at only #75 on the chart in 1973 – and trust me, peaking at #75 was even less high than it sounds.

And yet, THAT’s what people wanted from Bowie when I was 17. Ch-ch-change BACK, to when his last good song was (the ironies accrue) “Rebel Rebel,” but mostly, go back to even years before that.

“Acting? Classical? Bing Crosby? Mime? Disco? Bowie needs to make up his fucking mind.”

Also ironically: I came to despise the Ziggy Stardust album as the refuge for haters, conservatives, and other cowards who didn’t have the courage to follow Bowie into the future. (And yes, a lot of those people’s objections were explicitly racist – get rid of those black band members, stop playing that black music.) TOTALLY unfair to the album itself, but it took me another 10 years to realize that you could like Ziggy Stardust and not be a closed-minded jackass. LOL

(btw, this was taught to me by a woman whose favorite album was in fact Low, our common starting place for Bowie when we met 5 years later. We started hanging out just to listen to records, but it unexpectedly turned into love over the following year. We’ve been married over 30 years now, and when she calls me, my phone plays “Be My Wife” – yep, Bowie, from Low. There’s vastly more to our shared taste in music than Bowie for sure, but I can in fact highly recommend holding out for someone who gets your taste in Bowie as a bottom line.)

All of this is to say that, no kidding, I really, REALLY do relate to what you’re saying. This has been going on since not long after David Jones changed his name to Bowie in the first place. It was certainly at the heart of my own experience as a 17-year old Bowie fan back in 1977,  including from Bowie fans who only liked what little they liked, and may have hated the rest even more as a result.

It carried into my 20s and beyond of course, starting with a whole new wave of “artsy-fartsy” hate for videos like “Ashes to Ashes” and “Fashion,” more “disco shit” dismissal of Let’s Dance, more movies, etc. “Go back to rock and roll, dammit.”

Although let the record show, I never heard anybody hating on Bowie in Labyrinth. There are apparently some limits to how stupid people can be. Maybe. LOL

Here’s the thing. So much about David was so cool. Impossibly cool. Beyond the reach of any human. 

But so much about him was so un-cool. I was inspired by how cool he was, but comforted and inspired by how uncool he was. He liked more kinds of music than was cool to like. He read weird books because he liked to read. (I bet you’ve had friends say, “Why are you reading THAT? It’s not even assigned.” Happened to me when I was 17, and you KNOW it happened to David.) 

He was into modern art, mime, silent movies, and I can’t even begin to emphasize how uncool it was to like science fiction when he was into it. You know what else happened when I was 17? Star Wars. THEN comes a bunch of cool sci-fi, but when Bowie was talking about Robert Heinlein, and doing The Man Who Fell to Earth and stuff like that in the early and mid-70s? Absolutely not cool. Wall to wall weird.

And all the grief we’ve gotten as his fans over the years? He was getting that as a person. People were saying this shit to him – and what did he do? He kept doing whatever he was gonna do anyway, taking pleasure from what gave him pleasure, and letting the rest go. It was either going to work or not, but it was enough for David if it made sense to him.

That’s why it really is inevitable that some people in your life are going to miss part of what you love best about Bowie. Because I think part of what we love best about Bowie is that people didn’t always get him – but we sensed that he got that part of us

What I mean is, Can you imagine David saying to you, “You read too much. Why are you watching THAT movie? You call THAT art? THAT’s not music. Your other friends are too weird.” Of course not. On top of being weird, David had empathy. 

It runs all through his music. “You’re not alone!” he sang. “You’ve torn your dress, your face is a mess” – but David understood the secrets of your heart that anybody just looking at your outer self would miss. ”How could they know?” he asks, shaking his head in sympathy. “Slow down, let somebody love you.” “I’ll stick with you for a thousand years.” 

He understood what it was like to feel uncomfortable in your own skin (and teeth and eyes). All that shit you’ve heard from your parents, your friends, your teachers, people you might have dated – David heard all that and worse. And yet, he carried on, knowing in the end that “nothing will drive them away, but we can be heroes.”

It’s a miracle that he walked among us while we were alive. It’s a miracle that he followed his own uncoolness. It’s a miracle that anybody got him, even if it’s also still kind of exasperating that everybody doesn’t. Srsly? What is wrong with u ppl? LOL

So I’m going to let this overly long reply serve as the official wrap-up of my month-long detour into an almost all-Bowie blog while I worked through my grief, with my thanks again to all of you who stayed with me, or who’ve started following me. 

I’m also going to close by remembering that phrase David used for Ziggy, written in 1971: Leper Messiah. Simultaneously venerated and outcast, ultimately saving us not by how cool he was, but by how uncool he was. For that matter, the cool kids never needed saving. We did. We do.

Many of the people in your life will never get this. A galaxy of us here on tumblr get it, though. I get it. And more than anyone, David got it.

Forgive your friends. Be glad they enjoy the Bowie that they do. Share it with them, and cherish the rest for yourself. Take comfort in being one of the lepers that David will keep saving forever. Follow your own uncoolness into joy.

The future of Black Veil Brides and Andy Black with their label

I have seen various opinions and theories about Andy Black and Black Veil Brides future in the record industry. I thought I would shed some light on it. As of right now, the reality is they do not have a future with their label , Lava Records. Black Veil Brides recording contract as a band is set to expire and may or may not be picked up by Lava. They would have the option to shop around a bit but the likelihood any major label would be interested is slim. Andy Black’s recording contract was based on several key factors. One, the success of BVB and the then assumed reason that Andy was the real star of the group and therefore fans would follow his solo work. Secondly how well his solo album did once released.
Well as we all know The Shadow Side failed and did not meet the labels hope what so ever. If Andy had planned to push away from BVB after their next album and be full fledge solo artist, this is no longer an option. A lot of money was spent, strings were pulled via Lava and Feldman to get as many guest stars as possible on his debut solo album. Again assuming this would make it sell like crazy and be a huge crossover hit. Well it wasn’t. Black Veil Brides fans may have acted excited for his album but once it was released they simply did not pay for his solo music. They did not truly support it. This is more than likely why you may notice Mr Andy Biersack aka Andy Black acting a bit off these days. Not only did this jepordize his future as a solo artist but is has hurt Black Veil Brides position as well. Black Veil Brides when first signed with Lava were suppose to be this larger than life over the top American rock band that would break into the mainstream. This is what Jason Flom is known for and what he wants, mainstream number one album talent. This is why Set The World On Fire had a top music video director handle Fallen Angels instead of Fogarty, they had a mainstream record producer do the album etc. Why they even looked over the top more than ever because Andy and the rest if the guys were convinced all these things would lead to number one album success. That is why BlackVeilBrides for the only time in their careers even do this day and so many single releases for that album, why they were suddenly on every magazine cover and why they were even invited to traditionally pop based award shows. Which of course has NEVER occurred again. Now why is that you might ask yourself? Because the label is no longer pushing them the way they did in 2011. The album though a small success did no where near as well as it was expected to. So a change in branding took place off came the makeup because they knew that would be a controversy amongst fans and it would get plenty of attention on the small rock scene. Then Wretched and Divine. They got John Feldman because he is a hit maker, they fired the lesser known producer that had been hired to do their third album because again Feldman was the man to take them to number one. Wretched and Divine was a very expensive project again over the top selling a certain kind of branding to you. Yet still although the album was their most successful debut on the Billboard 200, still no number one album and In The End failed in the end…as even a rock radio single. Although still their most successful to date . Then Bob Rock mastermind behind Metallica as the label tried to change what kind of fans would be drawn towards BVB. Doing a more hard rock , masculine album. Hoping to draw in male fans as girls are considered fickle by record labels. They have posters of a guy on a wall one year and are so in love… A couple of years later those girls grow up or become disappointed with their poster boy idols and move past them. Another reason why you may notice Biersacks distane for fans that feel like he’s changed or have disappointed them in some way or another. He is a smart business man. He knows the end of BVB’s scene popularity is coming soon. Then Andy Black project was suppose to do two things for Mr. Biersack. First give him an extra strategy in the event BVB went under, then prove he was the most important aka powerful member of the band, giving him leverage with the band, last the success of a solo album to a mainstream audience was suppose to then transfer back to BVB giving it new fans and another chance at number one. Although Biersack may want to save BVB as he created it he isn’t willing to go down with the ship.
So here we are The Shadow Side failed both recording contracts in question but to make matters worse Lava Records is not doing well. See last year right before Andy began truly recording the Shadow Side, Jason Flom founder of Lava records made a horrible mistake. He tried to screw over Universal Music and leave to join Warner Music Group. Lavas contract with Universal was up and Flom was out spoken about his desire to go somewhere else. He wanted around 100 million for Lava. Making him a truly rich man, well a problem. See Warner Music Group wanted Lorde who is under Lava Records but her contract is owned by Universal. So no Lorde no deal. None of the other artists interested Warner. Not Jessie J to Black Veil Brides. Lorde was the only reason they would pay for Lava. So the deal fell through then Sony didn’t bite. Flom messed up and had to renew with Universal without getting more money or better terms. Meaning he will not have a bigger budget for artists and all he can do is drop artists and redirect capital to specific artists. So who do you think might be on the chopping block. BVB is their only artist signed for half a decade to them, soon to be four albums in and no success to meets what the label thought they were purchasing when they bought out BVBS contract from StandBy Records. It wasn’t cheap and Standy By still got cuts of those sales. Andy Black was suppose to be the saving grace it wasn’t. How do you think Biersacks and Ms. Simms marriage was leaked to TMZ? Flom was invited to the wedding. Tmz had never done a story on either one of them until that day. Yet they knew they are getting married and wrote not one but two stories about it. Even though no one knew who they were? Then once the album comes out and fails they are never talked about again. It is a common misconception you are only marketed single when in fact labels can also market you as married. They can sell that story book romance just to wait till t falls apart and then they will make sure that story is sold too. Biersack,Simms and family would be unaware how the leak happened. Lava wanted Andy to be a popstar because that is what Flom knows how to sell. He’s responsible for artists like Katy Perry and quite proud of it. Andy Black should have sold and it didn’t. So now Biersack and Black Veil will be under extreme pressure for the next BVB album it has to be a success or that’s possibly it for them . Biersack is frustrated with his fans because they failed him by not buying his album or at least that is how any good label will spin it to him. That he doesn’t need those fans so if he is moving away from the core that is why. This is why you will notice an artist that use to claim is band would take over the world something Flom sold him on now states he’s just happy to still be in the industry at all and making music. The one change fans should have noticed they didn’t. Biersack is trying to push his wife’s career as some of you have claimed so much the past couple of years because his not so certain anymore. There have been attempts to sign her to Lava. Flom isn’t interested but Biersack keeps trying. The John Feldman album is suppose to make or break Juliet’s career but it may just break both of theirs. Andy doesn’t have many favors or strikes left. He already messed up recently. The sudden perfect happy married couple with a more mainstream look is a calculated choice on both their parts. Both are trying to please the industry and the powers that be. Because both are running out of time . You will see this pattern continue if not worsen. Personally I think marketing discussions are being made and have been made incorrectly. The concept of know your audience is key in the biz and Flom really messed up with Andy Black. Feldman doesn’t really get it either. If he had had it his way the album would be called Homecoming King and would have been even more poprock and less new wave. The reason that album didn’t work Feldman had his own agendas to shove the Andy Black in one direction without Andy noticing it didn’t work and the label didn’t get what they were promised. The next Black Veil Brides album determines everything not because Andy wants to be a solo popstar but because he is close to having everything drop out from under him. This is why he doesn’t like simple criticisms of even his hair. Which was also a calculated move by the way. He will likely remain prickly until either project performs or he gets a new recording contract. In the mean time he is going to must likely take it out on random people. Like that little issue with the airline. He was told he was a big star he believed it then it fell through. He is told by those in the business it wasn’t his fault and of course he wants to believe it. So he will blame you . Juliet was fed the same thing during and after her time on the voice. Both of them have become mainstream in appearance when neither of them began that way. Both are just trying to hang on and buying whatever anyone tells them. For the humble expression of I’m just happy to be here aka I can still pay my rent to their selling of personal items of fans. This is like a liquidation sale of their careers while you will still by it. They know if things don’t change soon you won’t . Notice they started to sale much more once Andy’s album failed ? It’s connected. His temper and attitude. Hers. There is a lot of pressure on them right now both individually and as a couple. Not an excuse but it’s an explanation. Thought I would share I hope it was helpful.
An anonymous intern…….

[END SUBMISSION]

Originally posted by nesoxochi

… If it’s true, of course. Am I saying it is? No. It was submitted, as you can see. I claim no veracity of the content therein.  

Still, such an interesting story. 

Either way, as I’ve said before, I would not be surprised if this was BVB’s last album, and I suspect they are indeed at the end of their contract just as this little submission says. 

Again, we here at the blog make no assumptions/certification of the truth of this submission. 

-A I would like proof from everything stated in this please, otherwise I will just brand it as rumour and nothing more. -L