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Keep on living (chapter 1) Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Summary: You work at the Richard Rogers theater as the assistant to the musical director as Hamilton hits Broadway, and it’s while working there you develop a friendship/crush on Lin who is your nerdy workaholic nerd in arms. Meanwhile you hide the other secret part of your life from Lin and your friends,  keeping secret your abusive partner until you can’t hide it anymore. Expect some angst. 

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.  I wrote this originally as a fluff piece for myself but I realise it doesn’t come across as fluff!

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings: I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count:  2715


You were late again to rehearsals, that’s when he first noticed that something was wrong.

You were known for your punctuality, often getting to the theatre hours ahead of everyone. You used your tiny office in the basement to write, to go over notes, and to listen to recordings from the sound desk from the previous night’s show. After years of working shitty jobs this was your first job as musical director’s assistant and you weren’t planning on wasting the opportunity. You’d been with Hamilton since they made its transition to Broadway, you lived and breathed this production, and the Richard Rogers was practically your home.

So when you showed up 2 hours late that afternoon hiding behind a pair of oversize dark glasses, you were greeted by Lin’s fake gasp of surprise.

“Aaaaand what time do you call this Y/N?” he called as she skipped over to you, a wide grin on his face while he playfully put his arm around your shoulder. “You bailed on Oak’s birthday drinks last night. I can’t believe you left me in a bar singing karaoke by myself after you promised me a Disney duet medley!.”

He pouted and gave you puppy eyes. Ordinarily you’d laugh along with him and tease him about his failed disney duets (last time the gang had gone out for karaoke he drunkenly sang A Whole New World with Chris but Lin had naturally taken over singing both Aladdin and Jasmine’s parts leaving Chris and everyone else in fits of laughter at the over-excited disney nerd now serenading himself  in front of them) but today you were caught off guard.

You pushed the glasses tight against your face.

“Um sorry, I had an emergency, h-had to leave a-and get back home. I uh should get downstairs, there’s um some charts I was supposed to amend for Alex this evening.”

You put your head down and pulled away from Lin’s arm, fumbling for the door to make a quick getaway. Lin, sensing something amiss instantly transitioned from Goofy Lin to Serious Lin in a heartbeat, and ran around placing himself in front of you.

“Hey, sorry Y/N, is everything ok? Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m fine.”

“Has something happened?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a squeeze as he lowered his head trying to meet your gaze while you stared at the floor.

You pushed his hand away, too scared to look him in the eye, knowing that if you did you might unravel at any moment.

“I’m fine, sorry, just in a rush.”

You quickly scuffled away, aware of Lin’s eyes following you. You felt like a dick.

You knew how weird you sounded and how rude you were being. You’d looked forward to Oak’s birthday drinks along with everyone else, and ordinarily you’d love to spend the afternoon joking around with Lin. There was even a time when Lin skipping over to give you puppy eyes would have made your heart flutter. You’d developed the most embarrassing crush on him during your first few weeks on the job which left you shy and unable to speak, but you’d pushed those feeling aside, choosing to be as professional as possible. Nobody would have taken you seriously with a silly crush on Lin.

Pippa had once called it the ‘Lin Effect’:

“ Everyone falls in love with Lin” she’d said during those first few weeks of rehearsals.

“He makes everyone in the room feel important and who can’t help but fall in love with that, it’s the Lin Effect!”

Lin had overheard Pippa saying this and for days afterwards he joked with anyone on stage who forget their lines or missed their mark that their lack of concentration was down to the Lin Effect. When you’d accidentally hit play on the sampler during a heart-wrenching rehearsal of Quiet Uptown, accidentally filling the studio with deafening hip hop beats, the cast had erupted into giggles and Lin punched the air and yelled ‘Lin Effect!’ and winked at you. Once you’d seen this goofy side you became less nervous around him and more like good friends. The crippling shyness was gone and in it’s place was an incredibly nerdy friendship born out of long days and nights, rehearsing, and thinking/talking/breathing music with him. And sure, he could still make you feel special just with a look, or by getting excited when you let him hear your own compositions for a half finished music project you’d been kicking around. They way his eyes lit up and got excited, the way he’d smile at you with a mixture of pride and and warmth could make your day. Even as just good friends, the Lin Effect was real.

But you couldn’t think about anyone just now. You just needed to stop and breathe and get to your office before anyone else saw you.

You practically fell into the office you shared with Alex, surprised to find Chris sitting there on the beaten up couch with Pippa, both in fits of giggles as each of them shared an earbud plugged into Chris’s phone. You’d hoped to find an empty room to be alone.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realise you guys were in here” you said with your hand quickly reaching behind you for the door handle ready to leave.

“Hey Y/N!’ Pippa called, ‘we were waiting for you, come and listen to this!’

You slowly edged your way over to the sofa on Pippa’s command. She scooted up and patted beside her gesturing for you to sit. ‘Here you gotta listen to this, it’s an old Freestyle Love Supreme recording, it’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard, check it out!” She pulled the ear bud out of her ear and thrust it towards you. You took it from her practically in slow motion, looking at the ear bud like you’d never seen an ear bud before.

“Ooh check out the glasses, does someone have a hangover?” laughs Chris. “Man you must be feeling ROUGH today huh!”. You nod along meekly without saying a word, leaving an awkward silence in the air. Pippa looks at you with concern then gently nudges Chris who puts his hands up “Ok ok, I’ll leave you two alone, sounds like someone is in desperate need of some coffee!”

As Chris slipped away you felt Pippa’s eyes narrowing on you

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sorry I’m just tired. Hungover.” You stammed.

Pippa’s eye’s lowered to meet yours, you were looking down in your lap, something was wrong. “Hungover? But you weren’t out with us last night though, we looked all over for you. Where were you?”

Hearing the concern in her voice was almost overwhelming and you could feel tears in your eyes. You slowed your breathing trying to steady yourself so you didn’t fall apart there and then.

“Y/N talk to me, what’s happened.”

You breathed, swallowed, and raised your head to meet hers. Slowly, you reached up and took off the oversize sunglasses that had shielded your face. As you took them off you still couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with her and you stared down at the sofa as you heard Pippa breathe in sharply.

Your face was bruised. Your left eye was swollen and bloodshot, your eyelid was purple, and there was a small cut on the top of your cheek, the skin was tinged yellow as the bruise faded out across your face.

“Oh my god Y/N are you ok? What happened? Oh my god who did this?”

You felt exposed.

You couldn’t tell anyone. He’d apologised, he hadn’t meant to. He wasn’t a monster. You didn’t want people to see that side of him. You weren’t making excuses for him, but he didn’t mean to hurt you, he just got upset and lost control, and it never meant to happen.

You’d been dating Mark for 3 months now. He was amazing, a talented musician, he was so smart, he was creative and enthusiastic and loved you. He really loved you. But he struggled too. His mental health wasn’t great and lately his dark moments had become dark days and dark weeks. He felt so scared of losing you and felt jealous that you were working in your dream job when he was still struggling. He hadn’t wanted you to go out last night, he was convinced you would cheat on him, that you’d drink too much and go home with someone else, scared that your ‘new dumbass theatre friends’ (as he called them) would convince you to leave him. You’d got annoyed, you’d snapped back at him, you hated someone so controlling, you just wanted one night out with your friends. And he’d hit you. He’d actually hit you. You couldn’t tell anyone.

“Y/N who did this?”

“Nobody. I mean.. someone tried to mug me, it’s fine, they didn’t take anything and I got away, it’s totally fine, I’m just tired.” You were bad at lying, your voice sounded strange and you were sure that she knew. You regretted saying it was a mugging instantly.

“Oh Fuck! Y/N that’s horrible, you poor poor thing. Did you call the police? I can come with you to the police station, what do you need?”

You made eye contact with Pippa for the first time since sitting down, her kindness felt so unbearable.

“It’s fine, honestly. I’ve already spoken to the police. I’m ok, I’m just tired.” You even cracked a smile to try and show just how ok you were pretending to be. You were the worst liar. She reached out and pulled you into a hug while she continued to say nice reassuring things. You couldn’t concentrate and you just closed your eyes hoping for some quiet calm soon.

Your eyes snapped wide as the door to your office swung open and Chris stood there.

“Hey I forgot my phone…” He trailed off as he saw your face and you quickly pulled your hair over your face feeling exposed.

“Y/N what happened?” He begun, but luckily, Pippa sensing your desire for the ground to swallow you up, instantly  jumped up pressing his phone into his hands and shooing him out of the office urging him to leave you alone for some quiet time and saying ‘yes she’s FINE’ over the top of his protests while shutting the door in his face.

“Oh god thank you.”

“That’s ok, although people are gonna be concerned. In fact I don’t want you going home alone tonight, I’ll take a cab with you. No ifs no buts.”

You wished you hadn’t blurted out a lie about being mugged. If anything that was just gonna bring more attention on yourself. And it wasn’t the same: people who got mugged were victims of something awful, you weren’t a victim, he said this was something you had done, that you’d made him this angry. Was this your fault? You slipped the glasses back up to your face, wishing for invisibility. You didn’t want any more attention, and you didn’t want anyone walking you home, you couldn’t run the risk of Mark finding out that you’d shown anyone your black eye. He’d wanted you to keep it hidden today, he was so sorry for what he’d done.

“It’s fine honestly Pippa. Mark’s coming to pick me up later so I won’t be on my own. And anyway I’m not sticking around for the show tonight, it’s my night off, i just came in to work on some charts for Alex for a couple of hours, so I’ll be home before dark anyway.”

“Well…ok. Sorry, I know you don’t need babysitting, I’m just so glad Mark will be with you, he’s a good guy, he must have been so worried about you.”

You zoned out as Pippa started praising Mark but hopefully that was enough to keep her from accompanying you home tonight. You made her promise not to tell anyone else what happened but you realised that was going to be impossible, but Pippa had at least promised to tell people not to ask you about it. You regretted lying so much, and what a shitty lie it was.

After much reassuring her that you were fine, she eventually left you to it. And in the quiet of the office you could finally breathe and concentrate on the charts Alex had asked you to work on. For the next couple of hours you worked on transposing music for new chorus members, tinkering with arrangements and for those two hours things were easy. You could get lost in your work, and notes and squiggles on a page were easier to deal with than real life. The two hours flew past in a whirlwind and you piled your folders together and grabbed your bag ready to head out before the evening crowds assembled for showtime.

As you made your way quietly down the corridor hoping to avoid speaking to anyone as you slipped out, at least until tomorrow, there was Lin. He was completely unaware of you as he sat on the floor near one of the prop rooms. His oversize hoodie was pulled over his head and he was staring intently at his laptop, bobbing his head in time to a beat through his headphones. Looking at him now with strands of hair hanging in his face as he absent-minded tucked them behind his ears he looked so lost in his music, so happy. On any other day you would have joined him and wasted time sharing songs and ideas, bouncing off each other until showtime.  On any other day you could have silently stolen a glance and noted how cute he looked while in full concentration mode. But today wasn’t any other day and you needed  a hot bath and some sleep and to figure out what to do.

You breathed in pushing the sunglasses tight against your face and left through the back door silently. The noise of the street hit you immediately and you realised you felt scared. You felt scared to go home, you felt scared to see Mark. You breathed in slowly, it felt like everything was in slow motion today.


You turned round and there was Lin. He’d followed you out, with his hood pulled down and his headphones hanging round his neck,. “I was waiting for you but you snuck out before saying goodbye”

“I’m sorry, it’s been a weird day, I just need to get home”

You eyes darted around, too scared to look him in the face. Did he know? Had Pippa told everyone?

“You’re not sticking around tonight?”

He looked disappointed.

“It’s my night off, I’m not feeling great. I’m just gonna go home.” You forced a smile but it came out a grimace.

“Has something happened?”

Did he know? You didn’t think he knew. But his eyes narrowed and his mouth tensed with concern.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine, it was nothing you don’t have to worry.”

You turned away, just wanting to escape but you felt his hand reach out to grab your arm. You winced as his hand slipped and he ended up grabbing your wrist. Your wrist was sore and tender from last night, where Mark had grabbed you, digging his fingers and thumb into your wrist to stop you from leaving. You gasped out in shock of being touched.

“Sorry I…” You looked back to see him glancing down at your wrist where faint red finger marks on your skin seemed to give you away. His eyebrows tensed and he looked up at you in shock. You quickly pulled your arm away, embarrassed.

“I need to go…” you began.

“Wait, Y/N..”

“Seriously, can we do this another day?”

Your turned to leave once again, only this time to find Mark walking towards you both, his mouth pursed and his eyes sullen. You hadn’t lied to Pippa, he really was coming to pick you up after work. It was something you’d been dreading.


“Hey.” He said, not looking you but staring intently at Lin. Lin broke his gaze away from you, and he turned to face Mark. You couldn’t tell what he was piecing together in his mind from your mood, the sunglasses, and now your wrist. His face was solemn and gave nothing away, gone was the cute smile and soft eyes from just a moment ago. He swallowed and smiled and put his hand out to Mark.

“Hey man, you must be Mark, I’ve heard a lot about you.”


Part 2 coming soon.is here

Sleepless Nights (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Prompt: None. I’ve been stirring over this baby for weeks now. I’m not even proud of it. But you’re getting it anyways.

Summary: Sleep deprivation and pharmacies.

Word Count: 1,912 (why though. how though.)

Author’s Note: I did not proofread nor plan out this fic. I’m sure you’ll be able to tell as you read. (I feel my self-deprecation will prevent people from reading… Read anyways! Prove me wrong (or right!))

Warnings: Cursing (of course)

12:31 a.m.

Revving engines from the presumably barren roadways below had awaken you from your much needed slumber. A soggy, half-eaten turkey sandwich lay beside your mess of papers that lie askew. An empty styrofoam cup, once filled with Red Bull and caffeinated coffee, now rolls along the hardwood office floor as the warm stream of air from the heater sends it along. A computer screen illuminates the darkened bags beneath your eyes.

This was not a prime moment of yours.

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Not Letting Go - Part 6

A/N: So apparently I have a thing for Bruce trying to be a good dad in his own way. I’m not even sorry.
Warnings: Blood, violence.
Tagging: @jadedhillon @tim-help @bumblebaddey

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5


Jason grumbled as he finished tying up the last of the would-be bank robbers, giving the guy a kick in the shin for good measure when he cursed at him. Of course they’d had to pick his one night with his soulmate to pull this shit. He’d been patroling the area ever since he had met you, and the worst he’s encountered were petty street fights and kids trying to buy drugs in some of the shadier alleyways. But no. These guys had picked the one night that the Batman and his allies took a couple extra hours off in the evening, and guess who just so happened to be closest to the scene because of that? You guessed it. They were just unlucky that Oracle was keeping a lookout, otherwise they would have been home free.

Jason scaled the rusty fire escape of a nearby apartment complex, and was three roofs over before he heard the sirens indicating that the police had finally made an appearance. He didn’t need to find a clock to guess the time; the chatter of the team over the commlink in his ear was enough to confirm that it was at least Nine. He paused briefly to mute the channel; listening to his siblings bicker while he was on patrol irritated Jason to no end.

He was deliberating over whether or not to do a quick check of your neighborhood before circling back for his bike when his comm chirped in his ear, making his decision for him. “Oracle to Red Hood. Are you there?” Barbara’s voice was clear and cool over the frequency of his private channel. “Nobody died. You can spare me the lecture,“ Jason rolled his eyes, fumbling with the clasp on inside pouch of his jacket. If he was going to have to stand here and have his methods criticised, he was having a goddamn cigarette. Bruce’s disapproval be damned, it wasn’t like it had ever bothered him before.

“Focus Hood,” If his snide comment had bothered her it didn’t show. “There’s a situation two blocks east of where you are, street level. The camera image isn’t great, but there looks to be four, maybe five men attempting to corner a civilian girl. You might want to take a look,”

Jason’s fingers froze on the clasp. Two blocks east of here.. that was less than five minutes from where you lived. He knew it was unlikely that it was you; it was Friday night for God’s sake, there were plenty of civilians still milling around. But you had said you were going out…
“I’m on it,” He cut the connection, taking a running start towards the roofs edge.

Jason reached the alleyway just in time to see you crumple to the ground, a thin trail of blood seeping from a gash in your scalp. He froze in shock, his whole body going cold as ice while his brain tried to process the sight of you beaten and unconscious on the ground, tried to reconcile it with the happy, smiling memory of you from earlier that evening.

It was like someone had flipped a switch in Jason’s brain, because suddenly his blood was boiling with anger. A feral snarl erupted from his throat, alerting the group of men to his presence. The first two had to turn to look at him, and he took the momentary hesitation to pounce. The man closest to him took a punch straight to the face, instantly knocking him out cold. The second man was more prepared, swinging a metal pipe at Jason’s chest. He dodged, growling, and spun to deliver a brutal kick into the man'a stomach that sent him flying into the nearest wall. He impacted with a sickening crunch before going limp.
Still not satisfied, he turned to the last pair. They had abandoned your still body in favour of beating a hasty retreat into the darkened alleyway. Jason wasn’t about to let that slide. His fingers twitched towards the holster on his thigh, but he decided against it. He wanted this to be more.. personal. It took him less than three seconds to catch up. He grabbed one of the men by the collar, throwing him into his partner so that they both fell over in a heap of tangeld limbs, groaning in pain. Jason smirked coldly, cracking his knuckles. The other two were lucky to be unconscious.

Jason didn’t waste much time returning to where you lay twisted on the cold tarmac. Adrenaline still coursed through his veins, making it difficult to think straight. He pressed two slightly shakey fingers to your neck, exhaling loudly when he felt your pulse under his touch. Gently he scooped you up into his arms, craddling you to his chest as though you might shatter in his hold. Jogging back to where he had left his bike, he had to readjust you against his shoulder to activate his commlink. “Babs. Tell Alfred to get the medbay set up. She has a head injury. I’ll be there in ten,”

“Red Hood, do you need backup?” She had clearly sensed the strain in Jason’s voice, judging by how she hadn’t told him off for using her name over the coms. He shook his head, even though she couldn’t see it. Actually, being Oracle, she probably could. He didn’t care. “No. Just make sure everything’s ready,” “I will. Oracle out,” The static faded from his ear, signaling that she had closed the line. It was good timing too, as Jason could see his bike leaning against the alley wall from here. He looked down at you, expression pained. The thought of losing you was unbearable. ‘Just hang on a little longer. Please,’ If he hadn’t gotten there fast enough, if you were hurt too badly, Jason would never be able to live with himself.


When the bike skidded to a stop in the cave Alfred was there along with Bruce, already hurrying towards you. “Master Jason, bring her over here. I’ll need to check her injuries, make sure it’s nothing serious before we rule out the necessity of taking her to a hospital. Jason followed Alfred to a bed in the corner, laying you down gently and wincing when you just flopped limply against the sheets. He hadn’t even considered taking you to a hospital first himself. Which was stupid, he berrated himself, but he knew that if he did that he would have had to leave you there alone. The Red Hood couldn’t just walk in and sit in the waiting room, and there was no rational explanation as to how Jason Todd would have known about what happened. No, this had been the better option.

There was nothing to do now but wait while Alfred examined you, and Jason felt suddenly helpless. While he had been saving you from those thugs he had been useful, in motion. But now he could do nothing to help you. He hardly noticed that Bruce had approached until he was right beside him, watching the scene unfold with keen eyes. “Is she the one?” His voice was quiet, he never even took his eyes off of Alfred when he spoke. Jason nodded thickly, swallowed. “Yeah. She’s.. yeah,”

Bruce did look at him then. His eyes were sharp, keen, but his expression was soft overall, his forehead creased in concern. He gripped Jason’s shoulder firmly. 'Again with the shoulder thing,’ Jason thought, perplexed, but then Bruce was turning to face him fully, holding his other shoulder too and meeting Jason’s suddenly watery gaze. “It’s going to be alright son,”

Bruce’s tone was firm, reminding Jason of when he was a kid and Bruce’s matter of fact way of speaking used to reassure him and make him feel safe, secure. Jason nodded, and then he just broke down, leaning into Bruce’s embrace and letting out a choked off sob. The older man wrapped his arms around him, holding his son tightly as he fell apart in his grasp.


You woke up in an unfamiliar room. Sunlight steamed around the edges of the curtains, casting beams of golden light across the soft cream and gold sheets that someone had tucked in around you. The next thing you noticed was Jason, sitting in a chair pulled up next to the bed. His arms were folded on the duvet by your side, his head resting on top of them as he slept. His hair was tousled in such a way that you could tell he’d been running his fingers through it, and there were dark purple circles under his eyes.

You frowned, confused as to how you had gotten here. Why did Jason look so exhausted? You reached out to stroke his hair back from his face. Your arms felt like lead, and slowly you began to register a dull pounding behind your temples. You winced, closing your eyes and trying to focus on the feel of Jason’s hair beneath your fingers, the sound of his slow, even breathing in the otherwise silent room. You took a deep breath, concentrating, and eventually the pain started to subside enough to be considered bearable. When you opened your eyes again Jason was looking up at you blearily, just barely awake. You smiled. “Good morning,” His answering smile was slow, almost hesitant. You noticed with puzzlement that he seemed almost relieved, for some reason you couldn’t fathom. “Hey there doll. How are you feeling?”

“My head hurts,” you admitted, grimacing. “Any idea why that would be? Also, just on a sidenote, where are we?” Jason winced sympathetically, sitting up to grab a glass of water and some pills that you hadn’t noticed were on the bedside locker until now, and handed them to you. “You don’t remember?” You took them gratefully, swallowing back the pills and finishing off the entire glass, trying not to notice the way his tone sounded off.

“No? Should I?” You paused. “I’m not hungover am I? Because my mum would kill me,” Jason shook his head, taking the glass from your hand and setting it back on the locker. “No,” he managed a wry smile, taking your hands in his. “You have a head injury sweetheart. You were attacked walking home from the shop. They hit you with a metal bar,” Something in his eyes when he said that made your blood run cold. You shivered subconsciously. “How did I get here then?” You still couldn’t remember, and it was bothering you immensely. Like a name you just couldn’t remember, fluttering at the edges of your consciousness just out of your grasp.

And then you thought of something. “Ohmygod. Does my mum know I’m here?! Is she okay?” Panic rose like a poison in your chest and Jason hushed you, placing a hand on yout shoulder to firmly push you back down against the pillows. You hadn’t even made the conscious decision to get up. “Yes, she knows. I called her last night. She doesn’t know all of the details yet, but she knows that you’re safe, so relax,” You closed your eyes, suddenly exhausted. “How did I get here Jay?” you repeated the question. There was a pause, and then, reluctantly, “Doll, there’s something I need to tell you,”

Le Prodige; Jungkook

Here’s Jungkook’s part for my Gang!AU serie ! Inspired by @hoseokxx answer lol. Enjoy !

Words : 1238

Rated : M for language and violence

Genre : Gang!AU

I apologize for every grammar or spelling mistake, keep in mind that English isn’t my first language ♥

He knew he was talented, and his ego grew bigger and bigger everytime the boss praised him for his good work, annoying all the others, which was really pleasing to him.

Everytime he got a mission, was another chance to show to everyone that he was the best, that he was the prodigy, and that he definitely deserved the ‘future Boss’ title

Today was not special. It was a Saturday night, Jungkook was chilling inside the HQ, playing Overwatch with random people with his bottle of vodka right next to him, when he received a text from Namjoon.

From : Boss

To : Le Prodige 

Yah kid, a new mission is waiting for you and has to be done before 6am tomorrow morning. Some rich bastard is willing to pay us $500k just to kill his son’s girlfriend that is a thread to their family or whatever. Hoseok will send you her exact location in no time. You can do whatever you want, quick, slow, I don’t care, just do it, take a pic and send it to me so we’ll get paid, and I’m sure I don’t need to repeat it but don’t forget to dispose of the body. Don’t deceive me kid.


He read the text from the corner of the eye, still focused on his game, and smirked while reading the oh so familiar word kill. At the exact same time, the word “winner” was popping on the screen, he had just won his game. Celebrating with yet another shot of vodka, it didn’t take long ‘til his phone was ringing again, but this time it wasn’t his boss, it was Hoseok, the IT guy.

From : Hoseok 

To : Le Prodige

Elisabeth Lee, age 24, receptionist in a poor Motel down the Barn street, in a relationship with TaeHyo Kim, son of the rich JaeHyun Kim. The target is actually on her work place, and will be all night. There’s no cameras and no security system, only 2 guests are written in the registration book so you shouldn’t be disturbed. Be quick, and text me if you need any more infos.


A poor and innocent girl, in a shitty motel, with barely anyone around ? Now that was something interesting for Jungkook. He picked up his phone from the dark wood desk in front of him and left the room, leaving the screen of his computer lighten up, the word “Winner” still appearing in big letters.

He made his way to the weapons room, meeting his colleague, The Slayer aka Taehyung, casually cleaning his bloody baseball bat, to pick up the things he will need for tonight’s mission. 

Knife, guns, ropes, gloves, gas. This was probably the hardest part of every mission, choosing a weapon. He stood approximately 10 good minutes in the middle of the room, wondering what choice he should make, to finally pick up the simplest gun ever.

“I don’t have a lot of time, I can’t be creative for this one” he murmured to himself, gently caressing the canon of the shiny gun. After that, Jungkook went to the dressing room, picking up some fancy stripped tuxedo and putting it on. He always liked looking good for girls, even if these said girls were going to die few minutes after their meeting with him.

A hour passed and he finally was ready to leave the HQ, his gun hidden in his pants, and his new favorite thing in the world in hand, his bloody bunny mask that Taehyung bought him a month ago, that he never forgets to put on for every murder mission.


After a long ass ride behind the wheel of one of his many sports cars, Jungkook finally arrived at destination. A small and dark alley, with no one in sight and absolutely no sound.

“It’s going to be as easy as winning arm wrestling against Jimin” he mumbled to himself, approaching slowly but surely the Motel entrance.

When he passed the door, to his surprise, the hall was completely empty, no one behind the desk. Only a little lamp was lighting up the small room, but it was enough to make the little bell on top of the desk shine bright. The boy didn’t lose any time and rang it.

He tapped his fingers impatiently against the warm colored wood waiting for his target to arrive, but when that person actually came out, Jungkook’s heart literally skipped a beat.

A beautiful girl was standing in front of him, not too tall, light brown eyes with long messy black hair. Jungkook probably just woke her up, judging by how she looked and how she was dressed.

“Hi mister, how can I help you?” she asked gently with her eyes still half closed.

But Jungkook didn’t answer. He was still looking at her, with his brows frowned. She was beautiful he couldn’t deny it. But it never stopped him from doing his job before, why couldn’t he just take the gun out of his pants and shoot her right between the eyes like he usually do ?

He awkwardly replaces the vest of his tuxedo before speaking.

“Did I wake you up Miss ?” He asked with a surprising caring voice.

The minutes passed by, and Jungkook couldn’t find the strength to kill her just yet.


From : Boss

To : Le Prodige

Kid what’s wrong with you ? Where’s the picture ? Isn’t the target at her work place ? Did anything went wrong ? You better hurry the fuck up Jungkook, we can’t let these $500k go away and you know it. I’m counting on you.

Seeing the message of his boss, made him remember who he was. He was a member of the most feared gang of Seoul. He was a murdered, an abductor, a monster. He didn’t deserve to be happy, not after everything he did. He couldn’t live a normal life like every other kid his age. He couldn’t have loving parents that would be proud of him whenever he would come home with good grades, he couldn’t have a girlfriend because he simply didn’t know what love was. He was forced to live this criminal life.

He suddenly stood up from the not so comfy couch of the reception and apologized briefly to the girl.

“I’m sorry for wasting your time Miss, please go back to sleep.”

Without any further talk, the girl bowed to him, and turned around, walking her way back to her room.

She was walking slowly, letting the time to Jungkook to put on his mask, and adjusting the gun, targeting the back of the head of the poor Elisabeth. 

“I’m sorry” Jungkook stated, with a cold voice, making the girl turn around to face him. As soon as her eyes met his, POW, he shot.


He watched the lifeless body for a few minutes, before snapping a picture with his phone, sending it immediately to his Boss, with the caption “Mission completed”

He then sighed, and carried the body to put it somewhere safe, somewhere no one would find her.

In reality, today was a special day, today was the day Jungkook realized, that he would never truly be happy, because he was a monster, and no one could ever change that.

Admin K

ask : ❝ 2P! germany college au headcanons. ❞

1. super, super lazy.

• literally all he does is sleep. and, of course, he has classes but that does not keep him from dozing off 24/7, duh. he never tries to hide it either. actually, he’s secretly proud that he can just take a nap whenever and wherever he wants.

• that said, he hardly ever goes to any of his classes. none of them really matter to him all that much. it’s a surprise that he isn’t flunking all of them. wait … he is, actually. huh, no wonder. never does his homework, never studies - nothing.

• it’s a possibility that he just doesn’t want to go to class. he isn’t that lazy. he’ll do stuff when he wants. but, if attendance is mandatory, he will probably be in there. if there’s a sign-in sheet, he’ll get one of his friends to put his name down.

• sure, he’s failing all his classes right now but - don’t worry. he’s got it covered, he will definitely cram the night before the final exam and rush to get his essays turned in. he’ll just borrow some notes from his buddies, they’ve got his back.

• ends up getting c’s ? i mean, you’re right … he doesn’t really deserve them but whatever. he got a good enough grade on the final, i guess. it always kicks his ass, too. studying like that. but, guess what. he’ll never learn, it’d seem. 

2. reliable with the ladies.

• seriously, though. this guy’s probably the most sexual on campus. he’s always flirting and he’s always making moves on girls. i mean, obviously, he doesn’t get them all but - a lot of his pick-up lines actually work, believe it or not. so, yeah. 

• constantly, constantly trying to get girls’ phone numbers and, half the time, he does. only thing is, though, he rarely ever calls or texts. i think he just sort of gets them to prove that he can, y’know? doesn’t even bother getting involved.

• he’s had a ton of girlfriends before and, because of that, he’s sort of known as a total heartbreaker. never, ever stays in a relationship for more than a month, he says that he hates commitment and, well … that’s pretty true, if you ask me.

• i mean, even though he’s labeled as a player, he still somehow always scores a new girl. usually tries to hit on freshmen or girls that probably haven’t heard of his reputation. he goes for the easy ones, doesn’t have time for the hard-to-get.

• never in a real relationship, in all honesty. and, you might not like what i have to say but he’s only in it for the sex. and, it’s awful but he would probably dump a girl just and only because she wouldn’t sleep with him. yeah, he’s a big jerk.

3. big on parties.

•  oh, my god. trust me - he is such a party animal. he throws them all the time, 24/7, in his dorm. day or night, it doesn’t matter. and, if he isn’t starting them, he’s going to them. it’s one of his all-time favorite things about college - parties.

• picks up a lot of girls at them. that and he’s an awesome wing man. he knows well that he’s more likely to get most of the attention than some of the other dudes there. and … a lot of the time, he will help them out and talk them up.

• drinks like there is no tomorrow. seriously, he doesn’t stop. i’m willing to bet that he could out-drink anyone, anyone at that party. super talented, it’s crazy. i don’t throw that word around a lot but let’s say, he’ll win every drinking game.

• school night? does not matter. a least … not with him. and actually, most of the parties he throws are on a weeknight. well, his logic is, going 5 days without messing around a little ( a lot ) is a total waste of time, you know what i mean?

• you’re right, he’s definitely not a lightweight but he’ll still be way hungover in the morning. knowing him, he will probably beg his roommate to swing by a coffee place to pick him a little cure/remedy to help him get through the day.

4. everyone loves him.

• really, really popular. but only with certain groups of people. i mean, obviously, not everyone is going to like him. but he’s actually friends with a lot of guys in fraternities and such. he’s not in one himself but - boy, he sure does act like it.

• when he isn’t in class ( which is never ), he’s usually hanging out with his buds. they’ll stay around the courtyard or cafeteria, just waiting for someone to come along that they can pick on. it’s never harmful, of course. just playful bantering.

• i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again. girls love him. and with that comes a lot of drama. he will act like he hates it but, in reality, he totally digs it. do not let him fool you - he loves, loves rivalry between two chicks, maybe even three.

• only has a couple good friends, you know? sure, a lot of people want to be his pal but he usually just stays loyal to his old buds. but don’t get me wrong, he’ll still hang out with a ton of people but that doesn’t mean they’re close to him.

• so, so sweet, though. like - if he hasn’t talked to a good buddy in a long while, he’ll probably skype them or just phone them. “what’s up, man? i haven’t heard from you in forever.” honestly, he’ll end up talking to them for two-five hours.

5. so disorganized. 

• don’t ask him about the homework last night, he didn’t do it. or anything about the lecture, he definitely was not listening. just … do not bother him with any questions, honestly. i will save you the time and effort, he wasn’t tuned in, at all.

• his room is a literal pigsty. he has dirty clothes and garbage everywhere. even beer bottles. ( god forbid the dean walks in. ) the only time he’ll tidy up in the slightest is when a girl is coming over. but still, it isn’t much of an improvement.

• does the smell-test on all of his clothes before he wears them. yeah, it’s gross but he’ll wear his clothes a few times without rewashing them. i mean, after all, that’s what cologne is for, right? ( oh, my god. wrong. don’t do that, please. )

• other than that, though, he stays pretty clean. hygiene-wise, anyway. he’ll take a shower and shave, all that jazz. sometimes, he’ll forget and have to douse himself in deodorant. it’ll be enough to get him through the day but he hates it.

• forgets where everything is. that one shirt? yeah … he hasn’t seen that thing in forever. phone charger? he’s been borrowing from someone else for months! not the most organized, not at all. honestly, i’m not quite sure how he makes it.

Serial Killer AU(Part 3)

Oh boy, here we go again. You know, for a serial killer au, this thing is awfully fluffy.

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The whole department was in chaos. They finally got some kind of clue on the possible reasoning of the murderer and they were looking for. Tikki went entirely rampant and actually considered getting a sample of writing from every citizen of Paris. Marinette went to great lengths to convince her it would be a waste of resources. She would know. Adrien’s handwriting wouldn’t have fitted. Because this wasn’t his normal handwriting. It was a silly handwriting they created for secret notes back in college. Adrien had always been the most successful with it, given he was ambidextrous and could use his left hand if he needed to make his writing a little different and he wasn’t curving the letters that much either. For the department, this murderer was a mystery, but not for Marinette. Or not as much. She still needed to figure out why he was doing this.

“The first corpse with a love letter. The killing process is the same. Inject poison and then get an organ or a member. However, this new development could be the key to our case. Stil, something so vague won’t help us at the moment. We need to make more than a profile of our criminal, but also a profile of the object of his affection. And don’t get me started on the madness today. Two murders in less than 24 hours, could only mean something changed with our killer.” Tikki ranted messily, obviously distraught by the events of the day. “Ladybug, do you have any input?”

Marinette’s fingers traced absently over the love letter. “No. None at all.”

By the time Marinette arrived home, she was dead on her feet. It didn’t matter she had a free day, not when they spent most of the night at work trying to find connections and profiling.If she wanted to get out early she might have as well told all that she knew. But she didn’t. She wouldn’t rat out Adrien, not until she drew the conclusions of her own little investigation. Heading to her living room, she looked for what he knew she will find. And there it was. On her small coffee table was a red velvet box, made to carry expensive earrings. When she opened it, she was greeted by the sight of two green eyes. They were nice, she supposed. But comparing them to the one pair of green eyes she had loved for years, they looked so awfully bland. Staring down at them, Marinette thought back on the gesture. Murder aside… it was quite romantic, but Adrien had always been a hopeless romantic. The deeper she got in the case the more the line between her Adrien and Chat Noir blurred. Closing the box, she settled it back on the table and crossed her arms.

“You came again.” Marinette turned around slightly, keeping her eyes on a dark corner of the room. Slowly, Chat Noir appeared from the shadows his green, cat-like eyes shining in the dark. He gave a theatrical bow, before coming closer to her.

“No matter what I do, I always seem to come back to you.” he whispered, but Marinette heard it loud and clear in the silence of her apartment.

Marinette looked up at him. She knew she should have done something. Knock him out cold, question him, try to figure out his reason or even unmask him. But she couldn’t. All she was able to do was stare at him, trying to figure out what that look he was giving her meant. Marinette wasn’t sure how much time they spent just looking at each other, trying to decode the other’s thoughts and feelings. It was Chat who spoke first.

“Can I touch you?” he spoke in a low tone, almost unsure if he should have spoken at all. And maybe it shouldn’t have been her first thought, but that was such an Adrien thing to ask.

“Yes,” she answered. She wasn’t afraid. If this was Adrien, and she was pretty sure he was, he wouldn’t hurt her. Murderer or not, he would never. Not her.

He made three fast steps and then he pulled her into a hug. As Chat wrapped her arms around her, she let herself melt against his chest. His scent was much more leather than Adrien’s ever was, but given his clothes, she could overlook it. He seemed fond of her scent too, as he hid his face in her her, inhaling her perfume. Marinette wrapped her arms around him too and in all honesty, she could stay like this forever. It was such a good hug and Marinette really needed it, the warmth, the comfort. They stayed like that until Chat decided to lean down and nuzzle her cheek with his nose. Marinette opened her eyes to side glance at him. He was really acting like a cat… oh. Her face heat up as his tongue poked out, licking her cheek before he restored to nuzzle her again. Marinette giggled, reaching up and running her fingers through his hair. He seemed to take his nickname very seriously. A chat indeed. Marinette sighed contently, her eyes slipping closed as she more or less fell against Chat’s chest. He stopped his little affections and straightened his back. With a sigh, he began to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers.

“One of these days, I’ll use some really nice pink silk and tie you to your damn bed till you get enough sleep.” he said in an exasperated tone that was all too familiar to Marinette even in her sleep deprived state. It didn’t even sound bad. Silk was good and pink silk was her favourite and bed, she really wanted to be in a bed right now. She let herself rest against Chat’s chest. He was sturdy. He would make a good bed too. Marinette gave out a little huff as she was lifted bridal style and carried through her apartment. Her eyes felt too heavy to keep them open, but she knew where they were heading. She clung to Chat as he settled her atop her bed.

“Don’t… go.” she muttered sleepily while he slowly unwrapped her arms from around his neck. Marinette whined a little as he distanced himself from her. He wasn’t leaving, though. Marinette felt lighter as he took her shoes off and placed them somewhere by the bed. She was so happy she opted for flats and a comfortable dress when she run out. She had to change in her uniform anyway and the more comfortable the day clothes were, the better. She shifted as Chat unfolded the blanket at the end of the bed and covered her with it. After he made sure she was tucked in and comfortable enough, he bent over the bed and kissed her forehead, making her lip curl up in a sweet smile. As he straightened his back and began to retreat, Marinette hand shot up from under the cover, grabbing his.

“Stay… “ she knew she was half asleep, but she didn’t want him gone. His presence made her feel so comfortable and warm, it was almost funny, given who he was.

For a second, she thought he might refuse. Instead, he kneeled next to her bed, resting his head on the soft sheet and allowing Marinette to run a hand through his hair absently. He stopped her ministrations to kiss her hand, her knuckles, and her palm, before holding her gently. And then, to her surprise, he began to hum. Even in the almost asleep state Marinette could recognize her favourite part of The Rite of Spring. Of course, he would know. With the low hum filling the room and the warmth of his hand in hers, Marinette slept better than she had in months.

Oh, I didn’t recognize you. chapter (?) 2

hey, how are yall? so this is the continuation of my college au logicality fic… please tell me if i need to fix something, or if its too confusing

shout out to @bookworm12312​ for being encouraging about my silly writing.

heyy, patton is actually in this one!

The first part is here.

Ship: Logicality (Logic X Morality), Some background Prinxiety (Prince X Anxiety)

Words: ~1400

Warnings: Nudity (nothing sexual), transphobia (mentioned), misgendering, body dysphoria, gender dysphoria, ask if you need anything else tagged

and we begin, my friends.

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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

Originally posted by taedamn

Originally posted by suga-com

           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.


           "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.“


           "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.


           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.”


           "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?”


           "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.


           "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.


           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 ~

The Broken Musketeers 2

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1793

Pairing: BuckyxReader, StevexReader

Summary: Bucky interrupts your attempt at phone sex with Steve and makes it very clear that if you tease Bucky you have to follow through with it.

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10

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Gangsta: Death of Anosmic Stray Dogs, chapter 3

We’re well over half the book now, with only 2 chapters and the epilogue remaining. The plot is clear now, too, with only some minor details to work out.

Chapter 4 is longer and wordier so will probably take more time to translate though. The original Japanese text is still provided by valgerdrgodiforseti.

Gangsta: Death of Anosmic Stray Dogs by Kawabata Junichi

Chapter 3 (pages 103-140)

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Back In Your Arms


Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Summary: Hello, could I request an imagine where the reader is kinda down and feeling alone a while after Isaac left for France and she can’t sleep well at night because she was so used to Isaac holding her while she slept and the pack call him and he feels he’s had enough of being away so he comes back and assures her he’s back for good. Thank you! x

You were miserable, ever since Isaac left you felt so empty. Sure you had the rest of the pack that occasionally came to visit, but it just wasn’t the same thing as having Isaac physically here. Sleep less nights that’s what it had come down too, tossing and turning to any position that felt comfortable, hugging the pillow that Isaac would always sleep on just to catch the scent of his aftershave that still lingered.

Staring up at the ceiling it was officially going to be one of those nights again, and the clock hadn’t even reached midnight yet. You grabbed the pillow next to you and screamed into it, throwing it beside you this was one of the worst feelings someone ever had to experience….missing someone and wishing, praying, hoping that you could hold them. Seeing no point in staying in bed, you got up and went downstairs.

Before you go to the kitchen the doorbell rang, thinking it was a mistake you took another step, the doorbell rang again. Who on earth would come visit someone this late at night? Turning on the porch light, you peeked through the window. Sure enough it was Stiles standing on the other side. Opening the door you gave him a strange look.

“Hey Y/N what’s going on?” he asked, suspiciously chippy for someone who’s awake so close to midnight.

“Stiles there better be a very good explanation as to why you’re standing on my porch at midnight?” you told the boy.

“I was in the neighborhood, thought I would just drop by” he explained.

Staring at him this was odd behaviour even for Stiles, “Well you dropped by so goodnight”. Attempting to close the door, Stiles jammed his foot before it had the chance to close.

“Okay fine I’ll tell you the real reason I came. Scott sent me to make sure that you were okay, he saw how down you were at school so Stiles is here to cheer you up!” He opened his arms wide, and you couldn’t help but be amused at his attempt to get you to smile.

“Well tell Scott hat his very sweet, but I’m fine and I appreciate you coming all the way over here but it really wasn’t necessary. Goodnight Stiles” you said one last time, before successfully closing the door.

Stiles POV

Reaching into my jean pocket I dialed Scott’s number, after the second ring I heard his voice on the other line.

“Dude, she isn’t fine. I think it’s time we go to plan B”


It was about a minute or so before you heard Stiles jeep being roared to life, and taking off down the driveway. Whatever you were heading to the kitchen for you completely forgot about, due to the unexpected visit from Stiles. So instead you headed on upstairs to see if sleep would be kind enough to take over.

Nothing, in the space of an hour sleep once again had not taken over. This was getting beyond ridiculous and it physically hurt to not be able to have Isaac here by your side. The sound of your ringtone filled your ears, groaning at how loud it sounded you covered your ears with the pillow before rolling over to see the caller ID.

“Great” you mumbled under your breath.

“Didn’t I already tell you I was fine Stiles?” you stated to the ever so persistent teenage, that was calling you at 1 in the morning.

“I know and I totally heard you, but I figured you lied so I knew you could do with some cheering up”. he explained.

“Alright Stilinski, what’s going on?”

“It will all make sense in about 5 minutes, you can thank me and the pack later. Oh and go downstairs and open the front door”. With that you heard him hang up.

Seeing as though you probably had no choice, you heeded Stiles instructions and opened the front door. Not sure what you were hoping to find on the other side, but it certainly wasn’t a single red rose laying on the welcome mat. Picking it up, you brought it to your nose and smiled at how good it smelled.

Walking back inside, you wanted to call Stiles and ask him what the hell was going on. But as soon as you walked back in your warm room, everything begun making sense.


The tall boy turned around and it was really him, he was here in the flesh. Wasting no time just in case this was some kind of messed up joke or hallucination from the lack of sleep, you ran up and hugged him.

“I see that you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you” he spoke.

He was real, he was standing in the middle of your room and you were physically able to touch him. “Aren’t you suppose to be in France?” you asked as you slowly let go. Isaac not wanting you to step back, he held onto your waist keeping you close to him.

“I got a call from the pack telling me that you haven’t been sleeping, and basically been miserable. And I can’t have my girl feeling down, so I rushed right back so I could see you” he explained.

“When is your flight back? I want to make sure I can spend as much time with you before you have to leave again”.

He smiled wide and it really did light up your mood, “What if I told you that you’re stuck with me? Because baby I’m not going anywhere”.

Grinning, you pulled him down and smashed your lips on his. It felt like the world had been lifted off your shoulders. You felt safe, content and beyond happy that the one person you needed to have right beside you was going to be right beside you.

“I’ve missed you so damn much” he added after the kiss.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you too” replying back.

He took off his jacket and you saw his bags were sitting nicely in the corner of the room. He gabbed both of your hands before saying, “There is going to be all the time in the world for us to catch up, but right now you need to get some sleep Y/N”.

Shaking your head furiously, you didn’t want to close your eyes in case this was all just a dream. “I don’t want too, I’m fine now that your here” you stated stubbornly.

He chuckled at your response and caressed your check, “I promise you that I’m going to be right beside you once you wake up. But love you look tired as hell, so rest and I’ll see you in the morning”.

Isaac made sure you got underneath the covers and when you were comfortable, he quickly changed his jeans to sweats before climbing in to join you. Isaac was playing with your hair and you were safely nested in his arms.

Everything was the way it should be, and the thought of that was enough for you to close your eyes and allow your exhausted body to finally get some rest.

Coming Home, Pt.3

Summary: Bucky sets out to find you with the aid of Steve and Sam. None of them are planning on coming out of this with clean hands.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2251

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic violence. (It got real dark, my friends)

|| PART 1 || PART 2 ||  PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 ||

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

                        Promises, promises
                                                                          …safe out there
                             …you come home to me…
                  I love you…
                                     I love you

His words repeated and echoed throughout your mind, floating untethered as you began to slip back into a conscious state. You were waking up. Your head was spinning yet anchored in place, a heaviness weighed down on you that made you feel sick to your stomach. Your vision was dark and you couldn’t distinguish whether your eyes were open or not. The only sound you could perceive was that of your own heartbeat, beating steadily in your ears. So there’s one certainty out of the way. You were alive. But in what capacity? Where? What the hell happened?  A tingling sensation started to course throughout your body and you could feel your extremities again. You felt a distinct pain emanating from your left leg, dull yet enough to ground you into a more alert state. At least they set your bone back into place and wrapped the limb. You tried to move but couldn’t, you were bound to a chair and the restraints on your wrists chaffed roughly on your skin. There was a slickness there and you realized that the rope was probably coated with your blood, so you halted your movements.

Now that you were fully alert you could sense that you weren’t alone. There was a sudden shift of movement in front of you and in one swift motion, you could see again. Blinking rapidly, you adjusted to your surroundings thankful that the lighting was dim. From what you could tell, you were in a garage or maybe a bunker. Four men were stationed around you, three were standing while one sat before you. He was sitting casually in a backward-facing chair, like a stubborn teenager rebelling against etiquette. He had taken off his mask, fully exposing his sweat and blood stained face. You narrowed your eyes coldly as you shot daggers at him with your gaze, paying the same respect to the other men. You cleared your throat and broke the silence, your voice was steady and harsh.

“You guys are fucking idiots.”

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Serendipity [Eric x Reader] ||  Part One

                His eyes were like
                clocks that stopped
                spinning the moment
                she stared into
                them. The universe
                halted. All things
                began to breathe
                each others stillness.
                To her: it was a
                simple, blue,
                eternity ”
                      - Christopher Poindexter

Originally posted by diplulmaris-antarctica

Your body was a mine field, even the smallest movement caused pain. You could barely do anything without feeling the ache in your muscles, not to mention the pain when you were just simply sneezing. You had sore muscles at places you never even knew you had muscles! To make a long story short, they weren’t going easy on you initiates. Nevertheless, aside from the pain, you felt amazing. The first days in Dauntless were just as you expected: hard and exhausting. Eight hours of training a day were surely pushing everyone to the limit, not only physically but also mentally, since  the fear of failure and the following life as factionless was constantly before your eyes in form of a red line on the ranking board. 

Fortunately, being ranked under the red line didn’t concern you -at least for now.  Being born in Amity was sure an advantage, since working in the fields and  carrying bales of straw required quite an amount of muscles and strength, which you’ve developed quickly in your teens. And  it was this strength in combination with your ambition and stamina that helped you to get on the fifth place of the ranking.  

The only thing you really weren’t made for was shooting. No matter how hard you tried, your bullets never found the red circle in the middle of the target. You let out a sigh of frustration. It was already past 6pm, which meant that everybody was enjoying their spare time, everybody expect you, who was now completely alone at the shooting range. You shot 5 bullets in a row, each of them  missing the center of the target. “Oh for fucks sake, really?”, you muttered to yourself. Your hands were probably already covered in blisters, but giving up was not an opinion, not until you hit the target at least once. It wasn’t until you finished your next range of bullets (which was not any better than before) when you heard footsteps behind you.

“That red thing in the middle of the target is supposed to be hit, you know?”
“Yeah no shit, Sherlock!”, you said exasperated as you turned around. Fuck! As you saw who you were talking to, the gun dropped almost out of your hands. Nobody else but the Dauntless leader himself was now standing in front of you, his cold eyes looking down on you, not amused.

The other initiates couldn’t stand him, most of them were actually just afraid of him. You couldn’t blame them, Eric’s whole appearance and the ‘I can kill you’ expression didn’t make him look like the nicest man. But still, you couldn’t say you were afraid of him. No, in fact you found yourself  attracted to him, because after all you couldn’t deny that he was handsome. And that mysterious side of him, kinda hot, wasn’t it? Furthermore, it didn’t slip your attention that Eric was often watching you when he thought you weren’t looking. And one time you remember seeing him smile after you landed a hard punch on another initiate’s face. Maybe he knew that you found him attractive? No way, you’ve never talked to anyone about him, and being as self-disciplined as you always were, you never looked longer than necessary at him. 

Just as in this moment. While Eric was making his way over to you, you avoided looking in his eyes, but instead pretended to check your gun. A curse upon you and your big mouth! Everyone knew what happened to people who couldn’t keep their mouth shut around him.

“You could be ranked higher if you would do better at shooting”, he continued, ignoring your sassy remark. Saved by the bell! Just as you thought you would get out of this situation without further ado, Eric grabbed your shoulder. Suddenly, he turned you around, so that you faced the target again and put his one hand on your waist. You could feel how every muscle in your body flexed and your breath became faster. Get your shit together, [Y/N], you exhorted yourself,yet you didn’t know what on earth he was going to do.  

“The problem is your position”, Eric said and you could feel his warm breath on your neck. “You’re holding your elbow too low.” With his other hand, he lifted up the elbow of your shooting arm. “Now shoot”, he said strictly. There was something about his voice which turned you on, and you could barely concentrate on the target. Your skin was prickling all over your body, especially where his hands touched you. Concentrate! You held your breath and fired 3 bullets in a row. No way! Each of them hit the red circle. To make sure this wasn’t just pure luck, you fired another bullet, again, hitting the middle of the target. The joy of finally succeeding made you forget that Eric was standing right behind you, his hand still on your waist. With a bright smile, you turned around just to find your face being only a few inches away from Eric’s. As your eyes met his, it seemed like the whole universe stopped.  You never really realized how beautiful his eyes were, blue like the ocean on a rainy day. Neither of you said anything, but you’d give anything to hear what was on his mind in this moment.  His eyes were piercing you, looking right into your soul. What seemed like hours was probably just a few seconds, but still long enough to forget everything around you. The tension in the air between Eric and you was almost touchable. Deep inside you something was yearning for this man, but your common sense forced you to hold back. After all, he was your leader. Why should someone from such a high position waste his time with an initiate?  

And then, all of sudden, something in his eyes changed and he turned around. “You should leave it at that for today. Get some rest, tomorrow you’re fighting”, he said. You were to perplexed to answer something, and even if you wanted to, it seemed like you lost your voice. “And watch your mouth. Next time you won’t get away this easy”, he said with his cold voice before leaving the shooting range and letting you alone with your thoughts, which were going crazy right now. What the hell did just happen? But more important, why did it affect you so much? Why was your skin still prickling, and your heart beating faster than it should? You shook your head vigorously. He was just helping you to fix your problem. Nothing more. You should stop interpreting too much into everything.
After making sure that you still were able to hit the center of the target, you went to the initiate dormitory, completely exhausted and confused.As you laid in your bed, your thoughts were circling around what happened before. The last thing you saw in front of your eyes before finally drifting into darkness were those beautiful blue eyes which were staring into your soul.


a/n: so here is the next part:) Please let me know what you think about it, or what I could improve, I’m always open for critics ! Oh, and tell me whether the length is ok, I feel like it’s a bit short, but on the other hand, the shorter they are the faster I finish/publish them. Oh well..

Temporary Fix- Part 2

Fratboy/Friends With Benefits Luke Imagine

Summary: Neither of you ever thought this would happen.  It was supposed to be temporary, he thought, but you are more stunning than he could have imagined. But one serious ultimatum could change everything. He wants permanence, but perhaps you two really are destined to just be temporary. 

A/N: I’m back! And wow it feels good to write again! Here is the long awaited part 2 to FWB Luke, thanks to everyone who requested. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

*Contains smut~Approx. 3.7k words*

Part One


It was still dark when you felt him move beside you, pulling the last bit of covers off your naked body and rustling you asleep. You opened your eyes to find Luke zipping up his university hoodie and pulling a beanie strategically over his post sex hair.

“Where are you going? You asked, sounding more detached than you felt.

“I work the morning shift. I have to clock in.”

“Your job sucks.”

“Well, it’s 10am somewhere right?” He laughed, leaning his head down for a kiss, but you turned your head away.

“What no kiss?”

You don’t deserve a kiss.” You poked your tongue out at him.

“Please?” He took his lip ring between his teeth and peered down at you in a way that made him irresistible.

“Okay, just one.” You held up a single finger and he smiled, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. He moved to deepen the kiss but you pulled away with a coy grin.

“Okay one is not enough.” He laughed, looking at you hopefully but you wouldn’t budge.

“Call me first.” You stared defiantly at him, as if to challenge him to make a serious move.

“What, you don’t think I’ll call?”

“Oh I know you won’t call. You’ll text me in the middle of the night, say ‘sup?’ and expect me to come over and have sex with you and then go back home.”

Luke chuckled at your nonchalance. He figured you would think something like that. “Tell me, is it the entire male species you have a low opinion of or just me?”

“Just you.” You shrugged.

With a small smirk, Luke leaned back in so that his lips were brushing your ear. “I’ll tell you what. I promise I’ll call you when I get off work, and then I will come back to you again and we can have an amazing time like the one we had last night.” He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and you smiled. Maybe Luke was different than you thought he was. Perhaps his rough exterior was simply a facade. Either way, last night was great and you wanted to see him again regardless of his reputation. And by the looks of it, he felt the same way.

“Good.” You spoke with satisfactory tone, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Have fun at work.”

“I’ll be thinking of you the whole time princess. You and that pretty little mouth and those perky breasts and gorgeous ass.” He teased as he started tickling your sides, making you squirm underneath him and cry out in laughter.

“Luke!” You laughed, pushing him off you. He grinned as he released you, stealing another kiss from your lips as you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow princess. Feel free to stay here as long as you like and take whatever clothes you need. The boys know not to try anything stupid.”

“Sounds good.” You mused, snuggling back under his covers for a little more sleep.

You couldn’t believe how the night had turned out. You walked into the frat party expecting to map out an escape route, yet you had ended up hooking up with the boy who had practically been your arch nemesis and seriously enjoying it. However, you weren’t quite sure if you were ready to trust him fully yet. He was still a frat boy and he had yet to prove that he could act any differently. For now, you would have to wait on his call and see where things went from here.

Ironically, the buzzing of your phone disrupted your thoughts and you rummaged around the bed in search of your cell phone. The image of the screen was that of your room mate Lola. She must be wondering where you were since you had never come home last night.

“Hey Lola.”

“Tell me you’re in Luke Hemmings’ bedroom right now.” She shouted from the other end.

“Uh, I’m in Luke Hemmings’ bedroom right now…why?”

“God I knew it! I heard that you were his pick of the night but I didn’t actually believe it! I mean knowing you how could I right? But so many people saw you go upstairs with him last night so I thought, hey maybe she scored for once, so I just had to call you and find out!” She rambled. “So tell me, how big was it? There are rumors saying it’s a nine incher.” You could practically hear her grinning through the speaker.

“Oh my god Lola I am not telling you that.” You chastised her, but she only laughed.

“Alright alright. I just can’t believe you actually fucked Luke Hemmings. I mean, you’ve been telling me what a dick he’s been to you then entire semester and now this! Who would’ve thought, right?”
“Yeah who would’ve thought.” You echoed, unable to really believe it yourself. The whole situation really had come from left field.

“Well you go girl, I’m proud of you. I’ll let you go now, see you when you get home. Be prepared to spill everything!” She hummed before hanging up.

You sighed, tossing your phone aside and sinking back into the bed, pushing last night’s events to the back of your mind.


It had been three weeks since your night with Luke and to say that things had been moving fast ever since would be an understatement. The two of you couldn’t get enough of each other and you had been hooking up almost every day since the first night at his frat party. However, as much as you had been together the two of you made hadn’t actually made it clear that you were actually together. It would be too complicated, you both silently agreed, and neither of you really wanted to commit to anything at this point-or so you had convinced yourselves. You had your studies and he had his fraternity, which meant this situation was purely temporary, a nice fix from real life for a few hours a day where you would be able to focus only on the pleasure you gave each other.

But anyone on the outside looking in could tell you were changing. Gone was the introverted wallflower whose idea of a good time was finishing up an essay while feasting on burnt popcorn and in her place blossomed a much more impulsive, and all around carefree woman when you were with him. Just last night the two of you had gone out clubbing with friends, getting so wasted that you had opted to call a taxi instead of daring to drive home. You could just barely remember climbing on top of him as he pulled your dress up and over your hips right there in the backseat for anyone to see. There could have been a milion eyes on you that night and you still wouldn’t have had a care in the world as his lips attached to your neck and left crude marks that lingered still.

All of Luke’s friends noticed changes in him too. They had never known him to be so casual in public with any one girl before. Usually he was quiet about his hookups, bragging only the morning after he had conquered. Hardly ever would he spend more than two or three nights with the same girl, let alone three weeks. Also, he was becoming defensive over you, a habit unheard of throughout the frat who were usually so keen on sharing. A few nights ago, one of the newer members dared to blatantly check you out right in front of him and Luke probably would have punched the kid out had you not pulled him in for a kiss before he had the chance. It was no secret though, that the rest of the older fraternity brothers harbored a kind of disdain for Luke’s newfound flame. They didn’t want Luke grounded, they wanted him available. Available to plan parties, focus on the brotherhood, and most importantly help decided which girl were worth a good fuck and which to avoid. It was vile, but it was the brotherhood and that’s how they wanted it to stay. Jesse, the president of the fraternity had taken a particular interest in Luke’s situation and he was not at all happy at where it seemed to be going.

Nonetheless, Luke had kept his promise that night, calling you right when he said he would and he had been keeping promises ever since. The entire three weeks he had been surprising you, exceeding your standards, and acting more and more like an actual boyfriend than any of your other previous boyfriends ever had. Luke was simply enamoured with you and he was making those feelings more and more evident with each passing day. In fact, if you didn’t know who he was and you weren’t all too familiar with his proceeding reputation, you would be waiting on an invitation to be his girlfriend. But you couldn’t help but hold on to some sort of hope that it was different this time, that you were different. And as much as you tried to stop it, the lines between temporary passion and permanent feelings were beginning to blur.

And so currently, you were walking over to his place, bundled up tightly to protect you from the harsh wind as you crossed the campus. He had called you a few minutes ago saying he couldn’t sleep and  so you, knowing what that meant, put on your nicest set of lingerie, spritzed on your favorite perfume, and headed right over to join him as you had so many times before. You just couldn’t help it. You were fixed on him and there was nothing you could do to change that.


Luke had just barely ended the phone call with you when a familiar voice caught his attention.

“So, the new chick coming over again tonight?” Jesse stood in the doorway, his muscular arms crossed.

“Yeah.” Luke responded tentatively. There had always been tension between Luke and Jesse ever since Luke had been voted Vice President of the frat. Had he been older, the guys wouldn’t have hesitated to make him president, which made Jesse feel undeniably threatened. It was clear that people liked Luke more, but they were more afraid of Jesse, whose uncle was the Dean of the university and known for suspending students per Jesse’s request.

“How long are you planning on keeping her around?”

“For a while actually.” Luke responded defiantly. “I might just ask her to be my girlfriend tonight.” He smiled, thinking about the cute little smile he knew would grace your face when he asked you to go steady. He wanted to make you a permanent thing, not just his temporary fix and he was planning on doing it tonight. Something about you was drew him in, and the thought of anyone else being with you made his blood boil. You were his and tonight he would make it official.

Jesse sucked air through his teeth, shaking his head as he stepped up to Luke. “I think that’s going to be a problem man. See that’s not how it works in this house. We stay single, that’s house rules.”

“C’mon you know that’s bullshit.” Luke spat.

“All the guys agree mate, she has to go. As VP, we need you to be all about this brotherhood, not all about some girl no one’s even heard of. I don’t want to see you with her after tonight, got it?”

“Oh yeah? And what if I don’t, you gonna kick me out?” He challenged, glaring at Jesse.

“Yeah actually I will. If you can’t follow house rules then you can’t be in the house.” Jesse shrugged, a cocky smirk plastered on his face.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Luke shouted, his eyebrows knit in anger and chest heaving.

“You made it my problem when you decided to keep her around for too long. It’s her or you mate. You get one last night with her and then you’re cut off, got it? And don’t think I won’t use whatever power I have to make that happen. If she’s so important then you can kiss any chances of presidency once I’m gone and perhaps even your scholarship goodbye.”

Luke was silent for a moment, trying to weigh his options but the answer was simple: this fraternity was all he had and he couldn’t jeopardise his place at this university. Not after everything he had been through to get in.

“Alright you win. This is the last time.” He sighed in defeat, broad shoulders slumping as the reality of being with you slipped away.

“Glad to hear it.” Jesse smirked before leaving the room, bumping Luke’s shoulder in the process.

Luke sat down on the bed, his head in his hands. How was he going to tell you he couldn’t see you anymore? He was really enjoying spending time with you, so much so that he wanted to make you his girlfriend. Between the way you had memorized each other’s bodies, the cute way you rolled your eyes at him when he was being an ass, your beautiful smile and laugh that made his heart stop, he might’ve even fallen in…

The crisp knock at the door tore him away from his thoughts and he struggled to put on a brave face as he made his way downstairs to where you waited for him for the last time.

He answered the door clad in his usual plaid pajama pants, his shirt missing, and a familiar snapback covering his blonde hair. He greeted you quickly, before ushering you quickly inside and leading you back up to his room where you deposited your scarf and jacket, leaving you in a tight tee shirt and leggings.

“Your room’s messy.”

“Well I figured it was only you coming over so I didn’t need to pick up.” He chuckled, shoving his hands in his pajama pant pockets.

“Seems to me you’re becoming a bit too comfortable around me. Maybe I need to raise my standards.” You chirped before brushing by him and sitting down on the bed.

“Maybe you do.” He spoke and you chose to ignore his cryptic words.

“So can’t sleep huh?”

“Nope, not a wink.” His voice dripped in honey as he slid across the mattress, placing his hand on your thigh and slowly moving it upwards. “It’s hard for me to sleep these days when all I can think about is this.” His hand now cupped you between your thighs, and he gave it a little squeeze. “I swear you’re the only one that does it for me anymore.” He purred in your ear, his hand inching torturously across the hem of your leggings, dipping down so he could access the spot you needed him most. Clearly he wasn’t messing around tonight.

“M-maybe your standards are too high.” You groaned, teasing him with his previous sentiments. His face was a centimeter from yours and you could feel his hot breath on your skin as he rubbed his thumb over your clit, making you gasp out loud.

“No, I think they’re right where they need to be princess.” He rasped just before smashing his lips to yours. At the same time, his fingers entered you and you audibly moaned which allowed his tongue access to your mouth. He pushed you softly back onto the bed, his warm lips still connected to yours. You tugged at the end of his shirt, pulling it upwards and tearing it off of him and running your hands down his chest.

He loved the way your hands felt on his skin, loved the way your felt wriggling underneath him, and he loved the way your body melted so perfectly with his own.

But this wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t be building you up like this when he knew he had to leave you in the morning. You were going to be hurt, he knew, and that thought had him in despair. He had spent too long trying to prove to you that he wasn’t the boy you thought you was and now he was going to be exactly that. But he still had one night with you, and the allure of your skin against his was too tempting to resist.

He curled his finger inside of you, your body twitching at the sensation. His lips moved down to your neck, sucking and biting the soft skin. He could feel his dick hardening and trying to break free of its denim confinements as you continued to let out little whimpers at his touch. He had built up a steady rhythm with his fingers, moving in and out of you at a quickening pace. Your hands moved down to fumble with his belt, unbuckling it and slipping his jeans down effortlessly. As you brushed up against his achingly hard member, Luke shuddered, realizing how desperately he wanted to be inside you. He removed his fingers from your hole, earning a loud whine from you.

“Shhh, princess. I just wanna be inside you, that’s all.” He cooed, giving you a soft peck on the lips and you nodded in affirmation. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your leggings before gently pulling them down your legs. His face was parallel to your glistening heat and he licked a teasing stripe up your slit before coming back up, humming in content. He always did adore the way you tasted.

“Oh god, Luke please!” You whimpered, the wetness between your legs had built with his teasing as you begged. “Just do something!”

“Mmm, but I want to savor this princess. Savor this beautiful body.” He praised you, interlocking his fingers with yours and moving them above your head, pinning you to the mattress and rendering you helpless under him as he continued kissing you. Finally, he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance and slowly pushed inside. He moved almost lethargically, allowing you to feel every single inch as he buried himself to the hilt in your tight, warm, pussy. Your moans were harmonious as he started to move, thrusting gently, keeping your lips captured in his and your hands intwined. This time felt different than you were used to. He usually went fast and hard, sometimes each of you climaxing multiple times in one session. But this was different, this was soft and tender as if he was taking his time to explore and feel every piece of you. Of course, you enjoyed the slow and almost romantic pace but you were too used to his wild side.

“Faster Luke.” You commanded, but he only buried his face in your hair and mumbled.

“No baby, I want this to last.”  

Your heart inadvertently lept at the nickname, so you complied to his wishes, allowing him to take his time with you. He felt so good moving inside you, his hips gyrating in a perfect rhythm that allowed your orgasm to build as his cock sunk in and then pulled out, his shaft glistening with your arousal.

“Luke…” You moaned his name as his teeth nipped at your earlobe.

“Are you getting close babygirl? I want you to enjoy this.” He purred, clearly enjoying the mess you had become underneath him.

“Y-Yeah, oh god, yes! I love it.” You breathed, squeezing his hand tightly as you felt the pressure between your legs begin to increase with each agonizing thrust that filled you up as deep as he could go.

The bedside lamp illuminated the sheen of sweat on his forehead as you studied his face. Hs brows and jaw were set in a hard line, his eyes were squeezed shut like he was focusing on how good you made him feel as he thrusted into you over and over, letting out the occasional moan as you tightened your muscles around his thick cock. He looked so beautiful like this, so raw and vulnerable and you felt so good, stimulated to your core, and you knew you were about to have your release. You could tell he was there as well as he took his lip ring between his teeth, a tell you had become so familiar with whenever he was close to his orgasm.

You came at the same time, a melody of moans and grunts filling the small room as he spilled his load into the condom.

Your next words you wished you could take back, but the intensity and passion of the moment overtook you and they spilled out as you both hit your highs. “I love you!” You cried out, your breath hitching in your throat as you realized what you had just said.

You felt his whole body stiffen at your words, but otherwise he gave no verbal sign that he had heard your outburst. Instead he flopped down next to you, throwing a lazy arm around your naked torso and pulling you into his chest.

“That was amazing princess.” His voice was raw in your ear, but you couldn’t help but feel like he really had heard you and was simply ignoring it. Either way, you decided it was no use fretting about it now, choosing instead to focus on his strong arms around you and his scruff tickling your neck as you drifted away.

Luke, on the other hand, felt nauseous. You loved him. You loved him. And in the morning he had to break your heart to save his own skin. The scent of your shampoo flowed in his nostrils, the all to familiar scent breaking his heart further as he fought to memorize it.

For the first time in a long time, Luke Hemmings allowed himself to cry. He cried for you and the pain he was going to put you through when he up and left, but mostly he cried for himself and his lack of courage. He wasn’t strong enough to stay with you. And that was worse than anything.


Part 3


When The Devil’s At Play// Mark Tuan (Prologue)

Originally posted by jordragon

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Genre:  Supernatural

Summary: You weren’t supposed to be here anymore, you were supposed to be long gone, but for some reason you had gained an extra ten days on this earth and you weren’t going to waste them.

Author’s Note: This series is based of the Voltage game Ten Days With My Devil.  The prologue will follow almost the same patterns as the prologue in the game did, but with a few major changes, and after the prologue the story line will go off on its own. I hope you enjoy!

xoxo Sara

Prologue||Part 1||Part 2||Part 3||Part 4||Part 5||Part 6||Part 7||Part 8||

Part 9||Part 10||Part 11||Part 12||Part 13||Part 14||Finale

You woke up to the sound of your phone’s alarm clock blaring next to your ear, an occurrence that happened every morning. In your apartment, you lived alone; and that’s how you enjoyed it. You didn’t have to care for anyone but yourself, and you felt like that was what was best for you at that time. And of course, you often got lonely, but you worked at a large company and your co-workers always made you laugh and feel comfortable, so loneliness only came once in a while.

Though today, you woke up like any other day, it somehow felt different. It wasn’t a good difference, nor a bad difference, but a difference nonetheless. The sun was shining brighter than usual. You had gotten up and turned off your alarm, making sure to check all of your notifications. You had received a text from a co-worker, Jinyoung, who had asked for you to cover his shift today earlier in the week, but the text told you that you no longer had to cover his long eight-hour shift.

Sighing in relief, you got up to make yourself a cup of coffee, turning on the television to allow some sound into your small apartment.

Opening the shades to allow light into your room, you let your eyes wander the streets. In the parking-lot of your apartment complex stood seven men, seemingly observing the apartments and each car that stayed parked in its spot. You had noticed one carrying a small dog with white fur, the dog constantly trying to escape the boys’ arms as the boys head tilted to look up. His eyes met yours as he looked up at you, offering you a soft smile as you smiled back before leaving the window.

Deciding not to spend your day off in your small apartment, you got dressed and decided that today would be a nice day to go to the park.

Leaving your apartment and closing the door behind you, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around to see one of your co-workers, Jinwoo, offering you a big smile as he stood in front of you.

You had slight feelings for Jinwoo, his smile and his laugh immediately making any situation brighter in your eyes, and the fact that he was standing right there made your cheeks heat up.

“(Y/N), hello,” he greeted, taking your hand as you smiled at him.

“Hi Jinwoo,” you hummed softly, “Not to sound rude… But, what are you doing here?”

“Ah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck slightly, “Jinyoung told me that he didn’t make you work his shift today. So, I was wondering if you would allow me to take you out on a date? You weren’t answering your phone, and seeing as we live in the same apartment complex, I decided to quickly stop by. But it seems as if you’re heading out somewhere..” he hummed softly.

“Oh, no!” you said, laughing softly at the end, “i’m just going to the park. You’re free to join if you want…?” you said , a slight blush rising on your cheeks as you didn’t want to seem too desperate.

“I would love to,” he smiled, offering you his arm as you looped yours into his.

You two headed to the park, sitting on the bench as you talked about anything there was to talk about, watching the clouds go by as you thought about how your day was going surprisingly well.

You two got up and began to walk around, watching as people stood in newly set up booths, offering small finger-foods and options to win prizes.

“Is there some sort of street fair?” you asked him softly, watching as he looked around.

“Seems like it,” he hummed.

“Hey, miss!” A man came over to you, his blonde hair and large smile immediately drawing your attention to him as he asked, “would you want to be put into a drawing to win a prize? You can win almost anything in your wildest dreams!” he said to you, holding a paper and pen out to you, “Just sign your name and your number and we’ll call you and tell you if you’ve won!”

You laughed softly, not usually falling into those cheesy gimmicks, but considering that today was going so well,  you thought, ‘why not?

“Sure,” you smiled, signing your name and number as he nodded at you, wishing you luck as he walked away to another person.

“Maybe you’ll luck out and win,” Jinwoo chuckled as he pulled you along.

Jinwoo had asked you out for dinner, promising you that he would pay for it all and not allowing you to object his proposal. Soon, you were sitting in a queue for a seemingly nice and expensive restaurant, humming softly.

One worker came up to the man behind the podium, his face one you were able to recognize as the man you locked eyes with in the parking-lot of your building.

“Yugyeom,” the man muttered, “we have the table now.’

“Ah, we have a free table!” Yugyeom said, his smile soft as he looked at you. You noticed his pretty red hair and wondered how it could stay so red, as you dye your hair often and your color never seems to stay bright for long.

“Is it a table for two?” Jinwoo asked, helping you up as you stood.

“Yes! Come along with your lovely date, Sir, and i’ll show you where,” the man said, taking two menus as he waited for you two to stand. Following him up the stairs and out to a balcony seat of the restaurant, you gasped. The view from up here was absolutely beautiful, allowing for you to see just about every part of the city. You could see the glowing lights from the street signs, you could see your work building, and you could even see your apartment.

“It’s the best seat in the house,” the man smiled, “Hope you enjoy it. I’ll have someone come and serve you right away.”

You sat down across from Jinwoo as he held your hand softly, looking out to the city, “today has been one lucky day,” he chuckled.

“It really has been,” you beamed, taking a look at the menu and at each pricing of the meals, “Ah, Jinwoo, this place is expensive!”

“Yes, but the food is devine,” a man came up to you slowly, taking out his notepad from his waist-apron, “Hello and welcome! My name is Bambam and i’ll be your server tonight. Is there anything on the menu that you like?”

“Of course, but it’s so expensive,” you repeated yourself, looking at Jinwoo over your menu, “you don’t have to pay this.”

“Oh, shush,” Jinwoo chuckled, looking at Bambam as he patted your hand, “We’ll both have the steak, please. You like steak, right?”

You nodded slightly as Bambam chuckled, “Ah yes, our steak is very lovely. Would you like a bottle of wine? It’s on the house.”

“Free wine? That sounds lovely. Yes please,” Jinwoo chuckled, “We’d like a bottle.”

“i’ll be back with your wine soon,” Bambam tucked his notepad away, offering you both one last smile before leaving your table.

Two men in aprons came out minutes later, wheeling a portable stove over to your table as he they smiled. “You ordered the steak?” one asked.

“Yes,” Jinwoo smiled, “you must be the chefs!”

“Yes, i’m Chef Lim Jaebum, and this is my assistant Mark. We have decided to cook the steak live in front of you two tonight!” The black haired man smiled as he set up the utensils to cook. Mark stared at you intently, making you feel slightly uncomfortable under his gaze before he looked away, murmuring something under his breath to the other chef before they began cooking.

You had had a wonderful date with Jinwoo that night, drinking your free bottle of wine and eating steak, all the while thinking about how the day could not get any better.

You had left Jinwoo in the parking lot at the end of your date, his apartment being on the other side of the building. You sighed softly as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Taking it out and seeing an unfamiliar number, you still decided to answer, “Hello?”

“Hello miss! This is Jackson, the man from earlier today in the park, and I would like to congratulate you on winning our contest! Tomorrow morning, please come to the park to pick up your prize!”

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much~” you hummed into the phone before he hung up. You almost never won anything, and it was truly surprising that you won a competition so big. Sighing in relief, you felt something nudge your leg.

Looking down, you saw a small dog whimpering at your feet.  Kneeling down, you took the dogs collar in your hand, reading it aloud, “COCO. PLEASE CONTACT CHOI YOUNGJAE AT XXX-XXX-XXXX IF FOUND.”

“Ah, you belong to the man that was here earlier don’t you?” you said, picking Coco up so she wouldn’t run away and potentially get hurt. “He must live in these apartments… But I don’t think I’ve seen him here before.”

“Oh, miss!!” you heard a man shouting, running over to you quickly, “that’s my dog, thank you so much for finding her!”

“You must be Youngjae then,” you smiled, handing him the small dog as you smiled, “here, i’m glad she didn’t get too far.”

“Yes yes,” he said quickly, “it’s getting late! You should be getting into your apartment quickly!”

Looking at him suspiciously, you raised your eyebrow, wondering as to why he was being so quick about you getting home.

Just as you began to walk away, there was a big explosion. You look up and gasp, feeling tears in your eyes as you see your apartment combust into flames.

“T-That’s my apartment!” you screeched, covering your mouth and falling to the floor as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Yeah, I know,” Youngjae huffed, looking around with sheer terror in his eyes. You felt your heart break. How could such an amazing day end so terribly? All of your prized possessions were in your apartment, and now they were gone.

Soon, you witnessed as boys filed into the parking lot, all of their faces ones you had seen throughout your day; you recognized the red-haired man who showed you to your table, Yugyeom , your waiter, Bambam, The two chefs Mark and Jaebum, the man from the park as Jackson,  while your co-worker Jinyoung trailed behind them.

“Youngjae,” Jaebum said sternly, coming over to him and laying his hand on his shoulder, “Why is she still here?”

“It’s not my fault!” Youngjae protested, gripping onto Coco, “Coco got lose.”

“Great, just great,” Jinyoung groaned, “She was supposed to be toast, guys. No we’re toast.”

“‘Toast?’” you repeated, “What do you mean? What’s going on?”

Yugyeom looked at your now charred apartment, and back at you, before murmuring, “you’re supposed to be dead.”

“Dead?!” You screeched, standing up as you began to shake, “You mean you’re all behind my apartment setting on fire? How could you even know that it would do it??”

“Because we set it up,” Bambam said as he leaned against a car, running his hands through his hair.

“Don’t reveal everything to her, you idiot!” Jackson grunted, smacking Bambam’s head. Bambmam groaned, rubbing the spot that Jackson had hit, saying, “Why not? Everything’s all screwed up anyway.”

“How could you set up a fire in my apartment?” you cried softly, looking at Jinyoung, a person who you were supposed to be able to trust because of your bonds at work.

“Don’t you get it?” Jinyoung spat, “We set it up because it’s our job.”

“What are you? Like, hired assassins or something?” you questioned, shivering as your eyes ran over all of them.

“No, We aren’t hired assassins,” Jaebum said, “We’re Devils.”

You rose your eyebrow, feeling a shiver run down your spine as you tried to process everything that they’ve said.  “Devils— they don’t exist! You’re lying! I’m calling the police!” You screeched, taking out your phone yet again.

“That won’t work,” Mark stated, completely unphased by the whole situation, “your network connection is cut off. You have absolutely no service.”

“W-Why??” you stuttered, sitting down again as you heard no dial tone on the other end of the phone, confirming what mark was saying to be true.

“You’re completely erased,” Jaebum stated, “in everyone’s mind, you’re dead. But, you’re still alive, because someone,” Jaebum stressed, looking at Youngjae, “Messed up our plan to terminate your entire existence.”

“We made your last day on Earth as wonderful as we possibly could. Giving you free things, good food, making your coworker fall for you. Your death was supposed to be quick and painless,” Jackson said, rolling his sleeves up as he walked over to you, “But now that it’s all messy, I’ll have to terminate you right now before the Angels find out.”

Angels? you thought to yourself as Jackson grabbed your arm. At this point, nothing could be out of the question. Apparently, you were dead, although you were still breathing and standing. You are completely erased from existence on paper, and in front of you stood seven men who had convinced you that they were Devils, so the possibility of Angels also existing didn’t seem far too far out either.

Maybe the angels can save me, you thought to yourself as Jackson took your head in between his hands, stating, “This is going to hurt.”

“Angels!!” You screamed, Your shouts stunning Jackson momentarily and allowing you to push yourself away from him, “Angels! Help!”

“No, no no no!” Jackson said as you felt someone hold you from behind, a hand flying over your mouth as the boys in front of you all looked around frantically.

“Are you nuts??” Jackson said, running his hands through his hair as rage filled his eyes, “if they hear your calls, we’re all screwed!”

“They can save me!” you mumured into the man’s hand, biting him so he would pull his hand away. Turning around, you saw that you had bitten Mark as he held his hand to his chest.

“I don’t want to die!” you cried softly, hiding your face in your hands as you tried to convince them, “I still have so much to do! I have business to do!”

“Why do you want to live?” Youngjae perked up finally, all of the boys quietly groaning towards him, “What is there about your life that’s so great that you want to live a little longer?”

“I have something important in Ten days! Please just… Please, let me live for Ten more days!” You begged, walking over to Youngjae and taking his hand, trying to convince him to let you live.

“No, no way,” Jackson said as he shook his head, taking your arm again, “You’re erased. You’re already in the system, I did the paperwork this morning. Now, you’re go—“

ANGELS!” You screamed in the middle of his statement, pushing him away yet again as you went to hide behind Youngjae, though you were almost positive he would turn around and grab you as well.

“Just— Shut up, okay?” Jaebum snapped at you, “Ten days, fine! You have ten days to do what you need to do, but that’s it!”

Feeling a tinge of relief wash of over you, you watched as all of the other boys looked at Jaebum in shock.

“We’re going to get terminated too if we get caught!” Yugyeom stated.

“The Angels will definitely rat us out if they find out, we can’t do this,” Bambam begged Jaebum, going over to him slightly, “Please, just let me separate her soul so I can take her!”

“The Angels are on our ass anyway,” Jinyoung retorted, “They were probably already notified that there is a soul missing. We’re going to get reprimanded anyway. Why not play a fun game of ‘Keep Away?’ She’s toast regardless.”

“Stop kissing Jaebum’s ass,” Jackson retorted, “I don’t want to get terminated.”

“Well, i’m the leader, and it’s my decision,” Jaebum said, “If anything happens, the Angels will have to get through me first.”

Turning to you, Jaebum crossed his arms over his chest, “So, what’s so important to you that you actually went against a Devils power to beg for your life?”

Cheaters get deported.

(warning: very very long story)

Too Long; Didnt Read: This is a story about a grouchy senior citizen, 3 Indians, myself, a chair, and a whole lot of fear. Also - One of the hardest lessons I’ve ever learned. No, not in that way ;)

While reading the news this morning about how cheating is rampant in India, it brought back a memory of my time in college…

Our story begins in a little school called SUNY-IT in upstate New York about 5-6 years ago. State run school that they tried to peddle as an “institute” of technology. This was a school that only had wireless in one building out of six, had IT equipment from as far back as 1972 according to the datestamps, and professors who were uncaring part-timers, or in my case, senile.

I was in what was called an “experimental course” which meant it would count towards my degree, but would be non-transferable. We were required to take at least four of these “493” classes over the course of our attendance in order to graduate. It was bullshit, but that was the rule. One of these classes was run by an elderly professor who was known for being intolerable, unrelenting, and literally a relic of the past. He constantly claimed “he” invented token ring, and how it was superior to Ethernet in almost every way. Every exam had a token ring related question, and the only way to get a perfect score on that question was to preform academic fellatio and proclaim that token ring was superior in that scenario because…. whatever. Very 2+2=5 if you get me.

Now the class itself was a mix of foreign graduate students from India and undergrad students from New York. We were typically assigned group work, and the six of us from NY would work together, turn in our papers, the usual… and the graduate students would do the same.

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House of Cards Pt.5 | Jungkook

Prologue | Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5 |

“A house made of cards, and stupidly, us; even if you say it’s a useless dream, just stay a little more like this.”

Summary: Love just isn’t meant to last in this game of cards, especially when you and Jungkook are enemies.

Word Count: 4,190

Genre: Gang/mafia!au + angst (contains mature content)

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This Punk - Part One

Request: “ANNYEONG! naneun yuna! ㅋㅋㅋ so my request is a bad boy smut of jimin! can i be your friend aka #1 fan? ㅋㅋ thank you so much 💕💕” - @ayoderpo  (and yes you can <333)

Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst

Pairing: You x Jimin

Word Count: 3029

Originally posted by ounew

Starting college is always a hassle no matter how prepared you claim to be. In fact, sometimes it’s the people who are most prepared that find it the most hassle. You for example, had prepared months in advance, so far forward that when it came to moving into your new dorm you had convinced yourself that it wasn’t real and you weren’t really moving. That was until you had your stuff packed in a moving truck and you were in your dad’s car ready to be drove miles away to where you were going to spend the next three years of your life studying.

You stuffed your ears with headphones and turned the music up to distract yourself from the drive to -your idea of hell- college. You stared out of the window, not letting your eyes focus on anything so the whole world moved by in a blur of colours, and dreamed about what could possibly happen in the three years you were going to be in college. Maybe you would finally settle down and do something with your life. Maybe you would fall in love with someone you deserve and who equally deserves you. Maybe you would suffer from an illness that lost you the use of your body. Who knows? But you were going to come up with a plan for all of them regardless.

In what felt like no time but was really hours, you arrived outside of a grand building that you now had to call home. It was massive. Containing almost 300 dorm rooms and the ability to hold about 600 students. The carvings on the wall were similar to what you would expect to find if you looked at most old buildings in London. And the whole building was an off brown-yellow colour. It was beautiful to say the least.

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Imagine having to deal with Jared’s drunkenness

The sun has already set by the time I wake up, and the noises coming from the living room let me know that I’m not alone anymore. I grab a blanket and wrap it around me, starting to walk outside the bedroom.

“Emma? What the hell are you doing?”

The kitchen island is covered with different kind of ingredients, and I can see at least two pans in the stove. When Emma hears me call her name she turns around with a big smile on her face.

“Oh, you know, a little something for the best roomie in the whole wide world!”

The smile, the treat… Oh no. “Emma…” I try to get her attention, but she’s already turning around to continue with her task.

“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry, I’ll cook more quietly and when it’s ready I’ll let you know”

“Can you just tell me what you are planning?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, “If anyone knows you in this world, that’s me. Talk”

She turns around again, guilt clear on her face, “The guys told me we are going out today, and there’s this guy that I really like and he’s coming with us. I need friendly back up” She sighs, like she’s been holding this up for days.

“You know your friends and I don’t get along…”

“You get along pretty well” Emma interrupts me, now it’s her turn to cross her arms.

“Do I really have to recall that time certain friend of yours got me so angry I had to leave my own apartment?”

“Jared likes to tease you” She mutters, getting back to her cooking, “Don’t listen to him”

“I’ll think about it”

I return to my room, lying back on my bed. Memories from the night Emma invited all of her friends to the apartment come back to my head. Jared has always been a pain in my ass, every time he comes around he’s always trying to pick a fight with me, dropping annoying comments, but that night he really got on my nerves. The following day I had a job interview, and Emma thought that having a couple of drinks would lose me up for the next day. All of her friends came to the house, and we were actually having a good time till Jared started picking out on me. He started giving me ‘advice’ on what clothes I should wear so I could ‘impress’ my future boss; that the company was garbage; and so, so, so on. I told him a hundred times to stop, and he didn’t, so I left.

Emma comes into my room with a tray, a bottle of white wine and two glasses. I get up to help her with the tray and we sit in the bed.

We eat and drink talking about how our day went, Emma tells me about Jared, and I hear about her annoying boss with the best smile I can offer her. She hears about my day too and, as we finish eating, I know she’s waiting for my response.

“Ok, but you owe me one, you hear me? A big one”

Emma jumps from her side of the bed to hug me and kiss my cheeks, “You’re the best! THE best!”

“Ok, now leave me alone so I can pick my best Wednesday Addams clothes so nobody gets close to me tonight”

Emma leaves with all the dirty dishes and I’m left alone in my room. I quickly pick a dress, put on some make up and fix my messy hair. In no time I’m leaving the apartment with a really nervous Emma that cannot even stop thanking me for being with her tonight.

The place chosen by Emma’s friends is a bar close to Beverly Hills. We get off the cab and get in the bar with no problem at all, since there aren’t much people around yet. It doesn’t takes us long to see where the rest is sitting, and I notice how Emma starts to get nervous.

“Ok, let’s go, is now or never” I pull her to the group of men.

Everyone seems pleased to see us, even Jared, that reserves all comments to himself and just greets me with a quick “hello”. I let Emma sit with her special friend, and I sit next to Shannon, who immediately starts asking me about work.

As the night goes on, Emma disappears with her friend, just as the rest of the people from the group. I end up in the bar, asking for a beer, when Jared finds his way to sit next to me.

“You look really nice” It’s the first thing he says to me since he greet me an hour ago.

“Not too slutty?” I ask him, recalling one of his words from the last time we saw each other.

“Hey, you remember” He laughs, “I was joking; you didn’t have to take it that seriously, you know?”

“Not a nice joke, Jared” I mutter, receiving my beer.

“It was a good one. Anyway, did you get the job?”

I take my time to take a sip of my beer, play with my cup and bite my lip before I decide to answer.

“No” It’s the only thing I say, not wanting to continue and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right all along, the company was garbage.

“They didn’t give you the job?” He asks, really shocked.

“They did, but I rejected it” I shrug, sipping my beer one again, “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have some girls to woo tonight?”

All the time he has been sitting by my side, he’s been switching his eyes from mine to the television behind the bar. But now that I’ve decided to talk more, he turns to face me.

“You are really talkative tonight, I like it”

“And you are drunk when it’s not even midnight yet”

“I rather be drunk than pissed” He shrugs calling the bartender, “Can I have another beer?”

I shake my head, leaving my empty cup aside, “Whatever, it was nice talking to you”

I start walking away, but Jared grabs my wrist to stop me. I look at him impressed, since this is actually the first time we touch each other.

“Why don’t you stay for a while? I’ll buy you another drink. Hey!” He calls the bartender again, “Another beer”

I pull to set my wrist free, but he looks at me with pleading eyes. I end up rolling my eyes and getting back on my seat. The bartender puts a new beer in front of me as he gives me a quick smile and gets back to his duties. Jared drinks his beer in silence, giving me quick looks, like he wants to make sure I’m still there.

“I wasn’t joking when I said you look pretty tonight” Jared mutters, his eyes fixed on the television.

I turn my head to try and catch a glimpse of his eyes, but he doesn’t look at me. Jared is complimenting me, but I can’t take him seriously.

“You are really drunk” I laugh.

“I’m not” He complains, finally looking at me in the eyes.

“Yes, you are. You should stop drinking and go home”

“Whatever” He says, standing from his stool, “I shouldn’t have ask you to stay, you are as unpleasant as ever”

“Nice talking to you!” I shout at him as he disappears among the people.

After a while of walking around, talking to a few people and lose track of everyone who I came to join tonight, I decide it is better to go home. Emma looks really happy with her friend and I feel it wasn’t even necessary to bring me for support, since she left me alone 10 minutes after we arrived.

I walk towards Emma to say goodbye, but she walks towards me too. When I have her in front of me I notice she looks worried.

“I need a favor” She says holding both of my hands.

“I’m drunk and my mom is already asleep, I can’t leave the apartment, sorry” I talk way too fast, raising my hand to silence her.

“What? No, it is not that” She sighs, looking at me in the eyes, “It’s Jared, he’s drunk and Shannon already left. I can’t take him home, everything is on track and I think I may get a kiss tonight!”

“A kiss? Wow, when do you announce the wedding?” I mock at her, being my annoying drunk self.

“Please, it’s the last thing I ask you” Emma looks at me with puppy eyes, and I can’t say no to my best friend. I end up nodding, “Thank you, thank you! I haven’t drink, so I’ll take his car. Here, take some money for a cab, I’ll text you his address”

“You owe me two now, Emma, two huge ones”

“I know; but you really don’t know how thankful I am. He’s at the bar trying to get a drink”

I walk towards the bar and it doesn’t take me much to see Jared trying to convince the bartender to give him another drink. I sit next to Jared without saying a word, but when he acknowledges my presence, he gets quiet.

“We need to go” I tell him, turning to face him, “You are too drunk”

“You already said that”

“Yeah, an hour ago. You are wasted now”

I see him rolling his eyes, and if it is hard to deal with Jared when he’s sober, dealing with him drunk is going to be hell.

“Jared please, don’t make this hard”

“Hard? I’m not hard” He affirms standing from the stool, I look at him serious as he gives me a smile, “Come on, I haven’t even see you smile tonight”

“Well, you haven’t said anything that can make me smile, only get angry”

“I’ll go if you show me a smile”

“I’ll smile when we are already at your house, ok?”

“Ok, deal”

He wraps one of his arms on my shoulders walking me out of the bar. Outside, he starts heading us to the parking lot of the bar, but I stop him midway.

“We are way too drunk to drive, we are getting a cab”

“You are drunk?!” He asks me, way more surprised than I would expect, and I blame his drunkenness, “You are not drunk, you don’t look drunk!”

“Jesus, Jared, keep it down” I ask him, leading him outside the bar again to catch a cab.

“What? I’m not shouting!”

“You clearly are, just stay quiet for 5 minutes, ok?”

“You are not my boss” He mutters, crossing his arms, “Am my own boss”

“Sure, whatever you say”

I decide to ignore Jared, but always keeping an eye on him in case he decides to get back inside the bar. He walks around restless while I look for a cab. Fifteen minutes pass, and Jared is really starting to annoy me.

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” All of the sudden, my private life became the topic at hand, “I’ve known you for two years and you’ve always been single”

“I like being single; stop talking about me and shut up”

“But you are pretty and intelligent; guys should make lines to date you”

“They don’t. Shut up, Jared, or I’ll punch you in the face”

Jared raises both of his hands starting to back away, looking at me a bit scared.

When a cab finally appears, I throw Jared inside and give the driver the address Emma texted me a couple of minutes ago. Jared rests his head on my shoulder and keeps quiet for the rest of the trip. I thank whatever god helped me to finally shut him up, but I pray that he doesn’t fall asleep before we arrive, or I’m not going to be able to get him out of the car.

“I think I’m drunk” He mumbles when we arrive.

“You really are” I laugh, “Good to know you finally noticed it”

Jared gets out of the car while I pay the driver. My door suddenly opens and Jared is offering me his hand to help me out of the cab. I roll my eyes and take it. He doesn’t let go of me as he takes me inside the house.

I’m too drunk to push him away and head back home, so I just follow him inside, wondering why all of the sudden he looks so happy to be by my side. But I’m also surprised by my attitude; I promise him that I’ll make sure he is in his bed before I go, but I’m actually not certain that I want to leave him.

“I’ll brush my teeth first, wait here”

He gently makes me sit on his bed and holds his hands on my arms to stabilize me. When I see him walk to the bathroom I notice how drunk he still is, and how he needs to use the furniture to stay on foot.

“I have to go, it’s late” I tell him when I see him come out of the bathroom.

But he does not say a word and walks towards me to lay me on his bed, resting all his weight over my body. My breathing turns heavy when his face gets too close to mine and his eyes are in full display just for me.

“What are you…?”

His lips silence me and I find myself responding to his kiss. His hand starts stroking my cheek, pulling away my messy hair that insists on getting in the middle. His breathing turns heavy too, and my hands find their way through his chest to get to his neck and pull him closer to me.

“We shouldn’t” I mutter between kisses.

“We should” He corrects me, still kissing me, but with a smile on his lips.

The same hand that stroked my cheek now starts to go down. He traces my arm, waist and hip, ending up in my thigh, using it as a way to switch places with him.

A minute ago I didn’t know what I was doing, and now all I wanted to do was to be with him. The sudden thought makes me pull away from him and get up from the bed.

“No, where are you going?”

Jared gets up too, holding my arms to stop me from leaving the room.

“We are too drunk for this” I mutter, trying to pull away once again, “Jared, please, just let me go”

“I can’t” He mumbles, and I’m afraid he’ll start crying.

“What are you talking about?” I ask him cupping his face, “Are you alright?”

“I love you” He mutters.

Both of my hands fall as I start to back away.

“Ok, I’m done” I laugh, “Bye, Jared, have a good night”

I’m laughing as I get out of his room, but he runs to stop me again.

“I’m serious” His hand holds mine and I decide to focus my eyes on this rather than his eyes, “I love you, why do you think I was being so annoying with you?”

“You are…”

“Stop saying I’m too drunk!” He shouts and I can’t help but stay quiet, finally fixating my eyes on his, “I’m not joking, nor lying. I love you”

“I have to leave”

“No, please stay” He asks with pleading eyes, “I won’t kiss you again; I just want you to stay the night… please”

I impress myself by nodding to his request. We head back to his bedroom, but I’m the one who breaks the promise of no kisses. I can’t hold myself and I pull Jared by his shirt. At first, he asks me to stop and I consider it for half a second before I decide that the idea is complete bullshit and push him to the bed.


I roll on the bed, bumping onto something that shouldn’t be there. My eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the light and, when I’m finally able to see clearly, something is not right. I know I’m screaming before my brain decides if it’s a good idea or not.

“What?” Jared opens his eyes scared, looking around for the source of the noise.

When his eyes finally lay on me, a big smile appears on his face as he lies back on his bed again, “Shit, I told you”

“Wait, what?” I ask him confused, starting to get out of bed, “Oh, God, I’m naked”

“Of course you are” He laughs.

And as if something suddenly hit my head, I start to remember.

“You seriously don’t remember?” He asks me, eyeing my naked body from his position.

“I think I do”

“Good, because I’m not going repeat it. And I think your bra is over there” He adds pointing at his television on the other side of the room.

I run to catch my bra, hearing how he mumbles from his bed.

“God, you must have been so drunk. You fucking hate me!”

“And apparently you love me, so shut the fuck up”

“That’s not a good way to start the day” He says, kneeling on the bed, “Come here”

His hand reaches for my arm, dragging me towards him, making me fall over his naked body.

“Jesus, you are naked, let me go!!” I shout, trying to escape, but his hands are already on my face, steading me to kiss me again.

“That’s better” He mutters, when my body starts to relax and give in to his touch, “I like it when you hate me like this”

“You are going to pay for this” Is the last thing I say before I finally give in, grabbing his hair to get him closer to me and start my day in the strangest way possible.