we will all be willing to listen until five in the morning

I feel like I need to say something right now, if only because it’s more productive than lying in bed crying and feeling helpless.

Before I begin, I should mention in advance that, due in part to having ADHD, I have genuine difficulty putting my thoughts together in a concise manner, which can lead to very long posts.  I understand if that puts anyone off from reading further, as I’m not even sure I know how to express what I’m feeling right now.

As a person, I was raised to be open-minded.  I’ve never known any other way to be.  I come from a highly LGBT-positive (bisexuality runs on my mother’s side of the family, and my godfather is gay), Democratic family that allowed me to express myself however I wanted, and consume whatever media I wanted (I’ve been watching horror films since I was a toddler, and I’ve been allowed to have facial piercings since age 16, and wear whatever I chose).  My immediate family is comprised of people that have known abuse, and overcome it (rape, CSA, alcoholism).  We have also been familiar with poverty.  The state we live in–where I’ve spent my entire life–had never gone red until this past election.

Having been born in 1983, I was alive through most of the presidency of one of the absolute worst leaders to ever take office: Ronald Reagan.  I lived through both Bush administrations.  I remember the “Satanism Scare”, the original backlash against violent video games, and 90′s “political correctness”.  The AIDS epidemic had barely begun.  PSAs aimed at children did their damndest to try to reverse the fact that drug use had become “fashionable” in the 80′s, and they practically beat us over the head with them during every commercial break while watching our Saturday morning cartoons.  I have seen a lot of bullshit (meaning that I have a lot to compare our current situation to), and always–always–I thought it was from the “bad” guys.  The “other” people, with the “wrong” values.

In less than five years, I’ve come to see that bullshit doesn’t only come from one “side”.  I’ve become disenchanted with the groups I had placed my faith and trust in for most of my life.  I’ve found myself disappointed and irritated with many actions done in the name of the things I believe in.  I feel as though we’ve reached critical mass, and that the people I thought were on my side–the “good guys”–bear more responsibility for it than any of them will ever admit.

Can I just ask when the FUCK so many of us on the left turned into the equivalent of yesterday’s paranoid WASP soccer moms and religious zealots?  When did we become the racists, sexists, and bigots, pretending those labels don’t apply to us just because they’re aimed at “the other” demographics?  And when I say “us” on the left, I’m really not so sure I even want to be here anymore, because it’s become a shamefully toxic and manipulative environment where people actually try to justify threats of death and violence over inane, pointless things that mean fuck all to the world at large.  I sure as hell don’t want to be a “right-winger” (because, remember–I was taught those were the “bad guys”), so where does that leave people like me?  In the mindset of “You’re either with us, or against us”, being fair and objective isn’t allowed.

When Trump became president, our news media and college campuses became rife with cries of “fascism”.  Where?  An overcooked yam in a suit that’s (rightfully) been the center of derision and mockery since he became involved in the election?  THAT’S what’s threatening you??  I’m sorry, have you never read about the shit Reagan pulled?  If you want to know what legitimate fascism is, go talk to someone that lived through Ferdinand Marcos’ rule in the Philippines.

Let’s establish something here: Those neo-Nazis were always here, BUT they had been shamed into hiding.  Suddenly, people were throwing the terms “Nazi” and “fascism” around, and these people started feeling more comfortable.  Those on the left started advocating for violence to combat mere differences of opinion, and white supremacists felt even more comfortable, because they were being shown that their methods were now socially acceptable.

People on the LEFT created the ideal environment for these people to crawl out of the woodwork, and feel like their belief system is validated and justified.  People on the LEFT spouted needless hatred, and gave these political cretins something to point to and say, “See?  We were right all along!”.  People on the LEFT willingly handed them the kind of antisocial behavior they’ve been dreaming of.  

We’re now all experiencing the consequences.  If the Democratic Party had given Bernie Sanders the nomination, he would have steamrolled the election, and you all know it.  Then where would the “fascism” be?  Still hiding.  Cowering.  Not a single soul would be throwing that word around right now.  And no one’s willing to admit that maybe–just maybe–the Democratic candidate we were given could have been the problem.  We’ve created an environment where criticism is not allowed against certain people, which makes it so much easier for our trust to be abused.

And it is being abused.  We are approaching legitimate fascism, and it’s coming from the complete opposite end of the political spectrum.  This is where the careless throwing around of serious terms comes into play, as even the slightest criticism is enough to have a person labeled “alt-right”, or even “a Nazi”.  All this does is make actual neo-Nazis and white supremacists believe they have more company and support than they actually do.  If you’re not ashamed and embarrassed as hell about all of this, then, well…you’re probably not the type that’s even read this far in the first place.

I don’t know what else I can say that I haven’t said in pieces before.  All I can say is that I’ve lost faith in a lot of people.  Nearly ALL people.  And for someone that used to be very cheerful and social, I feel as though a part of me has been taken away.  Many of us are forced to be distrustful, even when we’ve nothing to hide.  When the bar for what is deemed “socially unacceptable” keeps being lowered, how long before it reaches you?  And when will the limit end on what we consider “hate speech”?  When you turn valid criticism against needless violence into “hate speech”, how long before it reaches those “vent posts” and “critical” blogs?  Because I’ve legit seen someone use the term “hate crime” because someone else didn’t ship the same two fictional video game characters together, and if you think those things are comparable, you are completely proving my point.

The Only Exception (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,725

Warnings: language, angst, self-reflection, discomfort, melodrama, mentions of trauma, fire, rescue (of secondary character), sad thoughts. I don’t know. I’m no Shonda Rimes, but, tread lightly.

A/N under the cut.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

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Tech Support (Peter Parker x reader)

summary: when your computer crashes at four a.m., there’s only one person who can save you: the IT guy

warnings: none

prompt: “my computer crashed and you’re the student worker at the IT center” from this prompt list 

pairings: peter parker x reader

words: 1.8k

a/n: you KNOW peter would be the cutest IT guy at his college

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The Swan Princess

The angel was clear, the little cygnet needed to be protected, he was to be her hero, and at the young age of five, Killian Jones is all too willing to take on that task. Little does he know, the cygnet is more than what she appears. 

Rated T: Language and some violence.

Words: 8425

Warnings: Briefly shows Killian & Milah but nothing detailed.

Based off of this fanart I came across​. Fair warning, this moves along pretty fast and probably makes zero sense. Also, it’s unedited. I was just having a bit of fun. Hope you enjoy! :D

Killian is five years old when he encounters the woman in the woods. Her hair is black, her skin is almost white as snow, and she’s clutching a little cygnet to her chest. He’s scared but her smile is kind and when he asks if she’s an angel, her laugh reminds him of the bells that ring from the castle.

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So this is probably a weird prompt but could you do it where Hermione ran away from her parents before 6th year and goes to stay with the twins and falls for Fred or something…? I absolutely adore your stories, I haven’t read such good Fremione in a while…

This might not be what you were thinking buuuuuut…¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

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It was a green tea type of day.

Fred and George had gone to work, the flat was empty, and a breeze was blowing in through the open window. Normally, a buzz of conversation and street noise would have made its way in with the breeze, voices talking about which books they needed, how much the apothecary was asking this term, which cauldron the fourth years needed, whether an ashwinder could be snuck into the school. She would have heard younger siblings complaining loudly that they weren’t leaving for Hogwarts yet or older students complaining about rules. In a typical summer, there would have been couples sitting outside Florean Fortescue’s slurping ice creams and staring gooily into one another’s eyes, talking about how nothing would drag them apart, not even being on different schedules in different houses in different years.

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Two Weeks - Tommy Shelby

Request: Could you do the movie “Two Week Notice” in the Peaky Blinders universe?? where Tommy relays too much on his assistant which drives her crazy, then she quits and they search for a replacement. - @samascara 

Two Weeks - Tommy Shelby

It was five o’clock in the morning. Or at least it had been when banging on your door had woken you and possibly all your neighbours. You had dressed quickly, opened the door, and found one of Tommy Shelby’s men standing in the hallway.  

“Ma’am,” he tipped his cap to you, “Mr. Shelby says it’s urgent.”  

“Does he?” You were certain the sarcasm was evident in your voice. Even so you followed the Blinder out to a car that was waiting for you.  

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Someday Your Child May Cry

Previously: Question | Preparations | Irrational

4. Confession

With Scully taking a shift guarding Gibson, Mulder is free to take Diana to dinner, which he does. She fills him in- a bit- on where she’s been, these past six years, but since there’s a good deal she can’t tell him, they spend most of the meal talking about Gibson, about the possibilities he might represent. When they’re finished eating, Mulder drives Diana home.

In front of her building, Diana reaches across the center console, laying a hand on Mulder’s arm. Her soft smile takes him back years, back to the days before any of this… before cancer, before labs full of clones, before mysterious children appearing out of nowhere only to die… before Scully.

“Listen, Fox, why don’t you come up for a little while?” Diana asks him. “I don’t think either of us is ready for the evening to be over just yet.” Mulder hesitates. “Just to talk,” she reassures him. “We haven’t seen each other in years, Fox. I’ve missed so much since I’ve been gone… won’t you come up and fill me in on everything you’ve found since I left?”

Mulder glances at the clock on the dashboard. He’s due at the fertility clinic first thing in the morning… but it’s only eight-thirty, not really that late, especially not for him. He shrugs.

“Why not?” he says, and Diana beams. They get out of the car, and as he steps up onto the sidewalk beside her, she takes his arm, leading him into the swank apartment building. He gazes around the posh lobby as they pass through, impressed.

“Counter-terrorism must have paid a whole hell of a lot better than the X-Files,” he observes, as they step into a walnut-paneled elevator. Diana chuckles.

“I’ve made some wise investments over the years,” she says. “A few of them have paid off quite handsomely.” She cocks an eyebrow at him. “From what I understand, you could afford better than your Hegel Place apartment yourself, these days.” He ducks his head, and her face softens with sympathy. “I was sorry to hear about your father, Fox,” she tells him. “That must have been very hard. I know your relationship was… complicated.”

“To say the least,” grumbles Mulder. “What makes you think I inherited anything, though?”

“I assumed you would,” says Diana, as the elevator arrives on the seventh floor, and the doors slide smoothly open. They exit into a wide, stark-white hallway, and Diana leads him to the right. “I mean… there wasn’t anyone else to inherit his money, was there? Unless he willed it to your mother, which didn’t seem likely to me.” Mulder remains silent. Given the dubious origins of his father’s fortune, he doesn’t like to think about it that often, much less spend any of it… though, lately, he’s been wondering if maybe he could offer to pay for the next round of treatment for Scully, should tomorrow’s attempt prove unsuccessful.

“Yeah, he left everything to me,” he admits, finally. “I haven’t really felt the need to change the way I live, though. I’m fine the way I am.” They arrive at Diana’s door, and she lets them in. Her condo is spacious and lushly-appointed. It definitely doesn’t look as though she’s just moved in.

“It came already furnished and decorated,” she says, as he gazes around. “I traveled pretty light when I came back… I really didn’t want the added stress of putting together a place from scratch, not when I was anxious to get back to work as quickly as possible.” She crosses the living room to the bar along the wall, and from underneath, she brings up a bottle of Johnnie Walker. “Can I fix you one?” she asks, holding up the bottle, and he thinks for a moment. Dr. Parenti hadn’t said anything about alcohol. Mulder assumes that if it had been imperative that he abstain in the hours before his donation, the doctor would have mentioned it.

“Please,” he says, and Diana pours both of them a drink, bringing them over to the sofa and taking a seat. Mulder sits beside her and she hands him his glass.
It’s easy to talk to her, as easy as it had been when they’d first met, and Mulder relaxes within minutes. Diana listens attentively, refilling their glasses at regular intervals, as he relates the adventures that he and Scully have had over the past five years, the things they’ve done and discovered together, the near-misses and narrow escapes, the myriad of personal losses they’ve both suffered- her, especially. When he finishes, Diana is quiet for a moment, looking thoughtfully into her glass of whiskey.

“You and Agent Scully must be very close,” she observes. “To have gone through so much together. I didn’t realize how much….” Diana looks almost embarrassed. “I’m sorry that I was so dismissive of her before, Fox, when I said that you could have used someone to back you up. She’s obviously been much more supportive of you than I realized.”

“Yeah,” says Mulder softly. “She really has been… and she’s paid the price, that much is certain.”

“Are you….” Diana looks away again. “You and Agent Scully, are you-“

“Together?” Mulder finishes for her. “No… it’s not like that. She’s, uh… I mean, we’re close, she’s my best friend, but….” He shrugs, not quite sure how to sum up the frustrating enigma that is his ever-changing relationship with Scully these days. One way or another, he doesn’t feel right discussing her with Diana. Scully is one of the most private people he’s ever known in his life, and he’s relatively certain she would be horrified that Mulder has already told Diana as much as he has.

“Well, in that case,” Diana says, carefully placing her empty glass on the coffee table, “I don’t need to feel guilty if I do this.” She slides closer, taking his face in her hands, and presses her lips to his.

It’s been so, so long since someone has touched him like this, and he goes along without hesitation. The whiskey has fogged his mind just enough that any protests he could come up with are quickly drowned- at least, until Diana reaches for his belt. He pulls back sharply.

“Diana,” he says, struggling to master his breathing, “I can’t. I’m sorry.” Diana frowns in confusion.

“Is there someone else, then?” she asks. “Apart from Agent Scully?” Mulder shakes his head.

“No, there’s no one,” he says. “And at another time, I’d be all for it, it’s just… there’s something I have to do tomorrow morning, and I can’t… I mean….” He sighs. “Look, there’s no delicate way to say this, but I have to provide semen first thing tomorrow morning, and I’m not supposed to… uh… provide it in any other circumstances for at least forty-eight hours beforehand.” Diana smiles, amused.

“Fox, if you’ve inherited your father’s money, you can’t possibly be so hard up for cash that you’re selling that,” she chuckles.

“I’m not being paid,” says Mulder hastily. “It’s not like that at all. It’s, uh… it’s a favor, actually.” He swallows. “For Scully.” Diana’s face goes cold so quickly, Mulder can feel the blast of ice from where he’s sitting.

“You’re helping Agent Scully have a child.” He nods. “And then… what? Are you going to help her raise it?” He knows it’s going to upset her, but he feels like he owes her the truth.

“If she’ll allow me to, yes, I am,” he says. Diana looks away from him.

“So when I asked you about having children, and you told me you had no intentions of ever becoming a father… that was a lie?”

“No, Diana, it was true back then. But… I guess….” Diana stands abruptly and takes her glass back over to the bar, refilling it. “I’ve changed, Diana. My circumstances have changed, and I feel differently about it now.”

“What, specifically, has changed, Fox?” she asks coldly, her back still to him. “From what you’ve told me, from what you’ve learned, the world can’t possibly look any safer for a child than it did when you used that as en excuse for me. So what’s changed?” Mulder remains silent, and finally, Diana turns to glare at him. “Because from where I’m standing, the only change I can see is the woman you would be having a child with.” Mulder looks at the floor. “So what you’re really telling me, Fox, is that you didn’t want to have a child with me.” He could deny it, certainly, but he doesn’t. He nods. “But you would consider it with her?” He meets her gaze.

“Yes,” he says. “I would.” 

The last vestiges of warmth flee from Diana’s face. She tilts her glass back, draining it in one.

“I think you should leave now, Fox,” she says.

He doesn’t argue.

Lonely - Wonwoo angst

Originally posted by the8ght

For my oldest friend, and her only kpop bias <3



“Fuck off Vernon. I don’t want to see her. She almost fucking killed me!”

“Wonwoo, can’t you just-”

“Look at me! Look at what she did to me!” Wonwoo screamed.

You stifled your sobs, pressing your fist to your mouth so no noise would escape.

It had been an accident. Of course it had. You were in your car, heading towards the Pledis building near lunchtime, when suddenly Wonwoo had said something that had rubbed you the wrong way, and had started a heated argument. For a while, you relationship had been strained and it took only a matter of time until the two of you exploded; you just wished it hadn’t been then. You hated not looking at him whilst the both of you were speaking, but you kept your eyes firmly on the road in front of you, not willing to risk your lives simply through a spat.

But you still made a mistake. You were parked at a red light in a junction, and you turned to face him, eyes burning into each others. You just sat, staring, and you were so enveloped in each other that you didn’t see the truck flying out of control towards your car until it was too late.

A loud smashing noise, tyres screeching and voices yelling.

A sharp, splitting pain across the front of your face.


Now there you were, sitting in a hospital room connected to Wonwoo’s, listening to him swear he hated you because you were behind the wheel when the truck came flying into your stationary car.

Now there you were, completely blind. The doctors didn’t know when your vision would come back to you, if it ever would again, and all you could do was sit there, listening to everything around you.

Maybe you deserved to be blind, for what you did to Wonwoo. You might not have been able to see what you did to his face, but he certainly could, and judging by his manner and the hesitation his band members used when talking to him, it wasn’t pretty.

You jumped about five feet into the air when you felt a hand on yours, ripping your limb away from the side of the bed you had felt the touch come from.

“Shit, sorry- Y/N! It’s just me!” the voice hissed and you immediately calmed, hands blindly searching for those of your closest friend. His hands clasped around yours quickly, bringing them up to his mouth and placing a series of quick, gentle kisses on your knuckles. “You scared the shit out of me, you know that, right?”

“It’s not like I wasn’t startled too.”

Woozi laughed, letting go of your hand and you heard him pull the chair up next to you.

“How-” you started, voice suddenly incredibly dry. Clearing your throat, you started again. “How is he?”
He sighed heavily, and your heart sunk.

“I’ll be honest, he’s not good. There’s a lot of scarring on his face and body, but nothing major. We don’t think it’ll be permanent either, you know, with all the products that fade scars and stuff.”

You nodded, slightly eased by what he said at the end. Still, you couldn’t stop the crushing, suffocating guilt that weighed down on your shoulders.

You had physically marred your boyfriend - ex-boyfriend - in a freak accident that had also stolen your vision and thus, your self confidence amongst everything else.

“Right,” you coughed. “And me? What’s happening with my face?”

Woozi said nothing, only leaning forward to press a tiny little kiss to your forehead.

“Nothing at all. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

Woozi was such a liar. When he had left, promising to visit again tomorrow, you had immediately asked the first nurse that walked through the door who had come to change the dressings around your head.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” you asked tentatively and she slowed down her work so she could concentrate on both you and her job.

“Of course you can.”

“What’s my face like? What’s the scarring like?”

She sucked in a breath, staying quiet as she removed the last of the bandages.


You held your breath, waiting for the answer that would shatter your world.

“… Not brilliant, I’ll be honest with you. They’re not as bad as it could be, but they’ll definitely scar.”

“Okay. And my sight?”

“We don’t know yet.”

She wrapped a clean bandage firmly around your head, knotting it tightly at the side so it wouldn’t cause discomfort whilst you tried to sleep, and then she left you. Alone.

You were sure that if you hadn’t been emotionally and mentally drained then you would have sat up all night, pondering the idea of being blind for the rest of your life and the thought that you would never have Wonwoo again.

You were out before your head hit the pillow.

The next morning, the pain you hadn’t realised you were in had settled into a dull throb with a burning itch, but you were becoming used to the everlasting darkness already. You could feel around your face when the nurses and doctors weren’t in your room, fingertips lingering longer than they should have on the several scars and gashes that weren’t bad enough to be stitched or bandaged up.
The nurse was right, they weren’t as bad as they could have been. You figured that you were lucky, until you remembered that your eyes had taken the worst hit.

You didn’t like being blind.

Woozi gently spooned some soup into your mouth, careful not to spill any of the boiling hot liquid down your front as he had done so previously. You swallowed, moving slightly away from him as you felt the spoon nearing your mouth again.

“Woozi…” you started, and you heard him shuffle in his seat, placing the bowl and cutlery on the tray that the nurse had served it on.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice sounding slightly scratchy before he cleared it, taking your hand in his.

Before your accident, skinship between the two of you had been relatively limited, but now he wasn’t shying away from taking your hand into his, kissing your knuckles or your forehead, plumping your pillows or pestering doctors and nurses about your condition when he thought you weren’t able to hear.

Your accident had scared Woozi more than he was letting on, and you couldn’t help but feel even more guilty for causing him so much grief and for being such a burden to him. You just had to say something.

“I’m sorry.”

The burning in your eyes intensified, and it took you all of thirty seconds before you realised you were tearing up under these bandages and it wasn’t just some side effect of your accident.

He cleared his throat again, and when he spoke, his voice was broken and full of a raw emotion that you had never heard before.

“Me too Y/N.”

“I mean it. I’m sorry for being in that car. I’m sorry for being there at that exact moment. I’m sorry for getting in that accident and I’m sorry for almost dying,” you were sobbing this time, the sounds leaving your lips like the untuned notes of a broken instrument. “I’m sorry for almost taking away two of your best friends.”

His lips were pressed against your hand again, soft, lingering, and even though no words were said, you understood everything.


It took you two weeks and the earth shattering news that your eyesight would never come back until you were let out of the hospital. With Woozi firmly by your side, your hand pulled into the crook of his elbow, and your right hand wrapped tightly around the white cane you were newly trained to use, you walked into the sunlight and almost basked in the heat you had missed.

You hadn’t asked many questions about Wonwoo, just the important ones. You knew that his belligerent attitude had faded somewhat, and he had been let out of hospital a week before you. When you had asked Woozi if he had asked after you, his silence said enough.

You didn’t mind that though, but you just thought that the two of you had been through enough together for him to at least care about your condition. Evidently not.

When Woozi unlocked the door, guiding you through the doorframe of you apartment, you inhaled deeply, the familiar smell of your home calming your nerves and making you internally rejoice; shortly, you would be reunited with your bed and you would be able to sleep off the previous two weeks of restless nights with a tear-soaked pillow.

You left the cane next to the door, knowing your apartment well enough that you didn’t need the inanimate object or Woozi for you to get to your kitchen without fault and pour yourself a glass of water.

“It’s like you’re not even blind.” the boy said, coming up behind you and getting his own.

“I wish. I’m going to be completely unsuspecting when my foot goes flying towards a doorframe or a table.”

“I hope I’m not around when that happens.”

It was a comfortable silence for a few moments, the both of you completely content in just each others company with no words.

You had missed the ticking of the your clock on your kitchen wall, and the faraway hum of traffic on the main road a short distance from your apartment. You had missed the quiet muffled noise of the bass from the music of your neighbor’s teenager, and the frequent frantic barking of dogs in your neighbourhood. Never before had home sounded so beautiful to you.

“You should to go to practise.” you mumbled, placing your glass lightly in the washing up bowl.

“I should.” he agreed, though he made no movement to leave.

“Are you going to?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why?” you questioned, surprised. The Woozi you knew loved being in that practise room, working with Seungcheol, Mingyu and Wonwoo on the latest song. He loved staying in the studio for days on end, without food and sleep, working on the next hit song and writing lyrics with the rest of his unit. He loved spending time with his members, and he wouldn’t give it up for the world.

“You need me more.”

Perhaps you had forgotten that you were his world.


It was another three weeks until you saw him. He knocked on your door once, twice, three times before you made it to the door, swinging it open.

A questionable decision, on your part; you couldn’t see who it was and whether they were friend or foe. The stranger brushed past you into your home and you whirled, the expression adorning your face one of utmost outrage.

“What the-”

That was when you smelt him.

During all of your years with Wonwoo, the countless hours you spent wrapped up in his arms, you had memorised him. You knew all of the angles of his face and body, you knew the emotion behind all of his expressions, you knew all his deepest thoughts and heaviest secrets, you knew what he was going to say before he said it, you knew his scent and his touch and his presence.

There was no way you were mistaken.

“Wonwoo?” you whispered, wishing for the millionth time that the darkness coating your most important sense would dissipate for even just a moment so you could look up at him for the last time. So you could look up into his eyes, see the burning hatred and know, finally, that the two of you were over forever.

“Y/N.” he said, voice as hard and as cold as ice.

You nearly flinched, and you would have, had you not been expecting his unfriendliness.

You exhaled slowly, turning away and shutting the door behind you. You brushed past him, almost feeling the anger radiating from him, heading towards the kitchen. You didn’t have to tell him for him to follow you.

You momentarily thanked your lucky stars that you had thought to put on sunglasses when you woke up this morning, in case Vernon had decided to visit you again; though he hadn’t said it, and you couldn’t see it yourself, you knew the appearance of your eyes was ghastly enough to make him uncomfortable. You didn’t want Wonwoo to feel that around you ever, as standoffish and angry he was.

“Would you like something to drink?” you asked, expecting him to reject you and start screaming disgusting, vindictive words at you. He surprised you.

“Mm. Just water.”

You hated this. You hated this unfamiliar, formal feeling that Wonwoo was giving you. Why the hell were you offering a drink to someone who lived here for three years, as if you were a host to some uncomfortable meeting? Why the hell were you so afraid of what the person you were in love with was going to say?

You reached for the handle of the cupboard where the glasses were, missing it the first time and scrambling around for it before you found it, pulling the cupboard open and gently inching your hand into the cupboard so you didn’t knock any glasses out of the cupboard.

Something told you that Wonwoo wouldn’t be sticking around to help you clean up.

Finally, after some struggling which was left unaided, you held the glass of water out in front of you somewhere into the kitchen, waiting for him to take it. When he did, he was careful not to touch you, as if you had some contagious disease and he didn’t want to risk catching it. He didn’t thank you either, and the both of you stood there in a silence so impenetrable it was as if a physical force was holding your mouth together.

“I’m here on behalf of Han Seongsu.”

You weren’t expecting that.

Maybe it was a sign of how far your relationship had fallen, for his reason to be here to be on his boss’s orders. Did he really despise you that much? Did he really think so little of you now, because of an accident that was completely out of your control?

“Why?” you questioned, wondering what you had done that was worth the CEO’s attention.

“He’s concerned about your involvement with one of the members of Seventeen. Said member’s work ethic has dropped considerably since an incident over a month back involving yourself.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“Han Seongsu would like to let you know that measures will be taken to limit your involvement with this member-”


“Excuse me?”

“Say his damn name if you’re going to talk about him like this.”

There was a brief silence, and you knew that he was staring at you with the intensity only Wonwoo could convey with a mere gaze.

“Fine,” he said, teeth noticeably gritted. “Measures will be taken to limit your involvement with Woozi because he’s noticeably distracted and has taken to abandoning his practises to come and visit you.”

“And what measures will these be?”

“Woozi’s workload will be increased.”

What?!” you screeched.

You couldn’t fucking believe this. Not only was Vernon already working triple what he should be, without pay, they were planning on making him work more just so he would stop seeing you? You had never been so disgusted in your entire life.

“And you’re okay with this?” you demanded of Wonwoo.

A split second hesitation. It was barely anything, but it was enough for you to know that Wonwoo hated the idea of making his best friend work even harder than he already did.

“I see. Well you go back to your precious Han Seongsu,” you spat his name like he was dirt. “To come and tell me himself and stop pussyfooting around me with you. And you can tell him exactly what I think of him and his stupid ideas too.”


“Get out of my apartment, Wonwoo. You’ve taken everything from me now, I have nothing else for you.”


“Y/N…” Woozi whispered down the receiver. “Have you heard?”

“Yeah.” you murmured, eyes burning with tears again at his voice. He sounded panicked, upset, stressed, conflicted.

There was nothing you could do about it.


“Wonwoo paid me a visit.”


“I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“Woozi no-!”

He had hung up.

The next morning, news of yours and Wonwoo’s accident had spread all over the magazines and newspapers and online tabloids. Whilst they didn’t know your name, they knew of your existence and your role in the accident. They all blamed you too, according to Minghao after you had coerced it out of him, who was settled comfortably on your sofa one day.

He was a welcome distraction from Woozi’s sudden constant absence, and he was ever such a sweetheart. When you asked him to tell you the truth, he did begrudgingly.

You just wished the truth wasn’t so terrible.

“Actually, I don’t know how they found out, Wonwoo’s scars have basically all disappeared. They weren’t that deep, and with a bit of makeup on top you can’t see them at all.”

“Han Seongsu must have told the press.” you muttered angrily, passing Minghao a cup of tea he asked for, seating yourself on the sofa next to him.

“Han Seongsu? My boss?” he asked, blowing gently on the hot liquid before slurping it.

“Yeah. He sent Wonwoo to my apartment to get me to stay away from Vernon, and he said that ‘measures would be taken’ to get Woozi to stop coming here.”

“Wait, what?”


“This is the plot of a drama, isn’t it? Are you being serious?” Minghao asked, and you could feel his stare on your face.

You sighed.

“I really, honestly wish this was all just a horrible nightmare and I’ll wake up in Wonwoo’s arms, with my sight back and everything. I’d do anything.”

Minghao was quiet, thinking about what you’ve just said.

“Y/N, you’re okay, right?”

It was such a simple question, one that people ask millions of times a day. All over the world, in thousands of different tongues, people ask how others are, either in passing, or sitting there together. The answer was one of two things; yes, or no. You were either okay, or you weren’t. As simple as.

Were you okay?

You didn’t even know anymore.

The nights were the worst. Woozi had always left by about six in the evening, and Minghao and Hoshi couldn’t stay any longer than that now that the two of them were keeping you company. Whilst you were in the hospital you didn’t seem to understand how much having no sight was going to affect you.

You couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t read, or write, or paint, or just sit in the window and watch the people walking by in the streets below you. You couldn’t leave the apartment on your own and you couldn’t do your makeup, you didn’t know what clothes you were putting on, you could barely use your phone. You couldn’t do anything.

Perhaps that’s why you felt yourself fading away, piece by piece. You stopped getting dressed. You stopped answering the door to Minghao and Hoshi, and eventually, they stopped knocking. You stopped answering your phone and you stopped eating. You didn’t get out of bed and you didn’t shower.

You just stopped existing.

With you being unable to see, or do much of anything, it was too easy to think too much about things you shouldn’t be thinking about.

You thought of Woozi, and how much of a burden you had become on him. Not only did he go out of his way to visit you every single day, or stay over after your accident, but now he had to do so much extra work because the two of you were friends. You were a shitty excuse of a person and Vernon must have been so much more content without having to visit you everyday and have to look at you, rendered completely helpless by your disability. Hell, you wouldn’t want to see that.

Your mind was clouded with thoughts of Wonwoo too and how much you had done to him. Yes, your car was stationary, and yes, you had no control over where the truck was going to hit, but you had been behind the wheel. You had been the one to drive him to that exact location and you had been the one to insist on driving him to work that morning. It was entirely your fault, and you were reminded of your mistake everyday when you opened your eyes but you were still faced with the impenetrable blackness.
Without him right there by your side constantly, you had to adjust to living without him, and it was hard. You missed falling asleep in his arms and you missed your cute coffee dates every week. You missed going to the dorm or practise room to surprise him with a visit and food. You missed looking around at all the pictures of the two of you on the walls and propped on every surface and smiling at all the happy memories.

You missed being his. You missed it so much, and it was even harder to recall the awkward, forced way he spoke to you the other day.

He didn’t miss you at all. He wasn’t thinking about you at all. He didn’t care about you anymore, and he certainly didn’t love you.

Whilst you were completely helpless, unable to see at all and completely useless in everything you did, there was still one thing you could control. There was still one thing you could do.


Tears were streaming down his face, chin tucked between his knees as he stared at the picture of the two of you. The corners of the picture were frayed, the signs of age completely obvious. He kept the invaluable picture in his wallet at all times, so he knew a piece of you was with him at all times.

It was hard. It was so, so hard. He didn’t want to go on much longer without you, and he wanted to run to your house and scoop you into his arms and cry and apologise and-

He didn’t know what to do. He was angry, hurt, confused. Out of everything, he was confused the most. The words he spoke to you were sharp, like knives slicing through him as well as you, but he couldn’t stop them.

You had scarred him. You had threatened his life and almost taken that away from him. He would have left everything behind; his family, his best friends, his life, his fans. All of it, gone.

But he hadn’t been thinking of you. He didn’t consider that you were in that car with him and you almost died too. He didn’t think that perhaps you were suffering too, with having your sight ripped away from you. He didn’t stop in his path to hurt you like you had hurt him in order to think about what he could be doing to you, and what had happened to you too.

His scars had faded. For public appearances, he would just put makeup on them, and it was like they weren’t there. He had received counselling, and the nightmares of the accident had basically gone. He was still walking, and talking, and singing, and rapping, and dancing. Nothing about him or his life had changed.

Apart from you.

You were gone, and it was the emptiest he had ever been. He was still so deeply in love with you that when he lay down, and thought of you, and your smile, and your hair, and your eyes, and the way you walked and talked, he almost thought that you were right there with him. He could still remember everything about you so vividly as if your very essence had been carved into the walls of his brain.

But you weren’t there. And it was his fault.


Wonwoo immediately shoved the picture of you under his pillow and wiped his face, trying his best to remove any evidence of tears from his closest friend.

“Uh, hey Gyu, um, I was just-”

“Crying over Y/N? I know, hyung.” Mingyu said, coming closer to Wonwoo and sitting at the foot of his bed nervously, beginning to fiddle with his fingers.

“What do you want?” Wonwoo asked, falling backwards on his bed to lie down and stare at the ceiling.

“I’m just wondering…”


“Wondering what, Mingyu?”

“When are you going to see Y/N, hyung? You miss her. I bet she misses you too.”

“I can’t, Gyu.”


He thought back to the way he had spoken to you, the way he had treated you and the cold way he had addressed you. He remembered watching you struggle to make him a glass of water, he remembered just standing there and not going to your aid. He remembered the way your hands had flown to your face to make sure your sunglasses were on, as if you didn’t want him seeing what lay under them. He remembered your facial expression when you realised who it was at the door, and your defensive stance when you had told him to refer to Woozi using his name.

He had lied. He wasn’t there to relay any kind of message to you from his boss. He just wanted to see you.

“She doesn’t miss me,” he replied somberly. “She doesn’t love me anymore.”

Expecting the younger boy to give up and leave the room, Wonwoo was surprised when Mingyu hit him on the leg.

“Don’t be dumb, hyung!”

“What? You hit your hyung and call him dumb?”

“Stop being stupid then. I knew Y/N just as long as you did. She was one of my closest friends and if I know anything about Y/N, it’s that she loved you completely and utterly. Even after all this time, and the accident, she’d still love you.”

“How do you know?” Wonwoo asked, sounding like a small child.

“Do you still love her?”

Wonwoo nodded immediately, not even having to think about it.

“Then I know she still loves you too.”


You were panicking. This was a bad idea. Why had you done this? You didn’t even know. You didn’t know anything. Fuzziness was coating all of your senses and you were stumbling around, leaving the bathroom where the pills lay spilt all over the tiles, and making it into your bedroom to where you left your mobile phone phone.

You couldn’t see. God fucking dammit, you couldn’t see.

Your tongue was heavy in your mouth, your fingers turning numb from the tips onwards. You grappled with your mobile phone, fingers tapping random numbers, the automated voice saying out the numbers you typed to try and unlock your phone. What was being said? You didn’t understand.

You don’t know how you got into your phone, but you did, and you made your way with sheer memory to try and find your contacts. You would call Woozi, explain what was happening, and he would either call you and ambulance or come get you.

Wait, why weren’t you calling yourself an ambulance?

Too late. Your fingers scrolled down, hovered over the number for your phone to read out the name. Was that a ‘W’ noise you heard? You heard a ‘W’. And the ‘oo’ noise. That was good enough for you, and you pressed down, calling the phone.

He picked up in two rings, and you felt your body getting heavier and sluggish. You were barely conscious as you heard him call your name once, twice, and a third time.

“Y/N? Why are you calling me?”
“W… Wo…” you managed.

“Y/N? Y/N!” he shouted, sounding frantic. You groaned, the guttural noise being broken by a sudden sob erupting from your mouth. “Y/N, where are you?”

“H… H-h-h-h-” Why couldn’t you control your mouth? Why was it shaking like that?

“You’re at home? Y/N, are you at home?”


“Okay baby. Stay right there, okay? Don’t move, don’t move at all, I’m on my way. I promise, I’m coming to get you,” you heard a lot of rustling noises, as Woozi was moving around swiftly. “Gyu, come on! We have to go, now!” You could hear his hurried breath in your ear as he ran down some stairs as fast as he could. You could hear almost everything.

You couldn’t see anything. You couldn’t feel anything. You couldn’t taste anything, you couldn’t smell anything.

It was almost like your entire body was shutting down, and you were robbed of every sense apart from hearing.

You would have thought you’d be used to your senses abandoning you, but evidently not.


“I know, baby, I know. I’m coming, don’t worry, I’ll be right there, I promise,” he cried. “Just keep talking to me, please? Don’t close your eyes. I’m getting in the car right now, alright? I’ll be five minutes tops.”
“I will, I will. Mingyu, jesus fuck, step on it!”
“Hyung, I-”
“Just do it!” Woozi screeched, the most animalistic voice you had ever heard from him.


Why the fuck wasn’t your mouth working? Why wasn’t anything working?

“Y/N!” he screamed desperately, hearing your voice get weaker and weaker as time went by. “Y/N!”

Tears were streaming down his face, clutching the phone so hard to his face that the shape of his phone left marks in his skin. His entire body was shaking with the worst combination of fear and adrenaline, but he was completely helpless, watching the streets of Seoul go whizzing by.

He didn’t know how he knew what you had done, but he did. As soon as he saw that it was you who was calling him, he knew that something was horribly wrong; you wouldn’t have called him otherwise. The entire day he had felt unsettled and now, he knew why - because you were in trouble.

“Y/N…” he whispered, getting nothing in reply but a faint moan. “Y/N? Y/N? Are you there? Y/N! Don’t close your eyes, please!”


“Y/N, I love you,” he said hurriedly, panicking. “I love you so damn much. I’m so sorry for not being there with you, but I’m coming now, okay? I’m coming to get you and everything will be okay. It’ll stop hurting, I promise.”

Wait… Was this Wonwoo?

More tears leaked out of your eyes with the knowledge that this was not your best friend you had called in your panic, but your past lover. The past lover that had ignored you for so long, leaving you completely lonely in the dark that had become your world. The past lover that you have loved and missed so hard that it resulted in your death.

“Y/N,” he murmured, suddenly sounding far away.
You panicked, opening your mouth to try and call out to him, but all that came out of your mouth was a low whiny noise.


Again, his voice sounded fuzzy. It felt rather like you were drowning; he sounded distant and faraway and the more you struggled to hear him, the more your lungs filled up with water. Your vision was dimming, the random shapes and blurs disappearing into nothing. His voice was a gentle hum in the background, the seemingly urgent and panicked tones sounding like a light song washing over you, lulling you to sleep…


Wonwoo hadn’t known what to do. His entire body was simultaneously on fire and completely numb to everything around him. He couldn’t even focus on anything other than your face, pale and unconscious, lying there in your previously shared bedroom. You were so still that he thought he had been too late, but Mingyu was quick to check; you were alive, but barely breathing.

Everything that happened after that went on in an almost dream-like state. Everything was a little fuzzy around the edges when he tried to recall that moment, so he guessed that he had gone into shock. All he knew, all he was completely certain of, was that he hadn’t let go of your hand once, not even as you were wheeled into the back of the ambulance.

He was still holding on as you all sped to the hospital, and all he could do was watch the paramedics struggle to stabilize you. All he could do was stare at your face, hoping, praying, wishing that your eyelids would flutter open like they did whenever you awoke from sleeping in his arms.

In years to come, he would reflect on those exact moments more often than he should. They would keep him up at night, with the warmth of the body next to him keeping his emotions at bay before he could burst into tears.

Even if he was mostly over what had happened, sometimes, he would be hit by a tidal wave of agony and grief as if he had found you on your bedroom floor after a suicide attempt only a few minutes prior. He hated the way the image of you lying there seemed to be burnt into the back of his eyelids and he hated the way that he couldn’t seem to move on from you at all.

“Jagiya?” a voice that did not belong to you murmured sleepily, reaching up to kiss his neck gently. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I’m just thinking. Go to sleep.”

“Mm…” she moaned, already drifting off again.

His head lolled backwards onto his pillow, staring at the blackness that seemed to have taken over his life since you.

Is this all that you saw? Is that what life was like for you, after the accident that stole your vision? Is it what it was like for you, after he had walked away and slowly dragged your best friend away too?

He had basically stripped you of everything, leaving you completely abandoned, and he couldn’t even repay you by getting there in time to save your life.

Indeed, he would think about those moments in years to come, and he regretted every single moment since that didn’t have you in them.

Welcome Home Betty -- Bughead

Word Count: 2,004

Rated: R

A/N: A little continuation of Welcome Home Juggie. I love the Happy!Bughead stories. #FluffySmut (Read on AO3)

“Curfew!” The shrill voice of Alice Cooper could be heard from a mile away. Unfortunately, she was standing just outside Betty’s bedroom door. “Jughead, back to your room.”

Jughead was sitting at the end of Betty’s bed with his arms propped behind him, while Betty leaned against her headboard with her legs strewn lazily over her boyfriend’s lap. In her hands she was holding Jughead’s beanie, fiddling with the pointed ends of the crown. He’d recently taken to lounging without his hat on, only in his and Betty’s rooms of course.

Ever since Jughead had moved in the Cooper’s had a rule that doors had to remain open when the two of them were together in a room, and after eleven o'clock they had to return to their separate rooms.

When neither Betty nor Jughead made a move to separate from each other, Alice shouted again. “Now, please.”

Jughead scrambled off the bed in an instant. He was not one to put himself at the mercy of his girlfriend’s uptight mother. Betty followed him up, giving him a quick peck on the lips. She couldn’t give him the goodnight kiss he deserved with her mother standing there, but she couldn’t just let him walk away without any show of affection.

“Goodnight, Jug.” Betty said, hugging him tightly.

“Goodnight, Betts.” Jughead reciprocated with a kiss to her forehead.

“That’s quite enough.” Alice interrupted. “Separate rooms. And you had better stay in your own rooms. Don’t think I don’t hear you two talking in the middle of the night. ”

“Yes, Mrs. Cooper.” Jughead sidestepped Alice on his way out the door.

“I swear to God I will install security cameras if I have to. Don’t test me.”

“Goodnight, Mom.” Betty sighed, slowly shutting the door in her mother’s face.

From her side of the door, Betty listened to the footsteps as her mother and boyfriend retreated to their own rooms. One by one the doors clicked shut and Betty returned to the warm spot on her bed. She took her phone from the bedside table at the same time that a message popped up on the screen.

Jug: This is hell.

Betts: I know. I miss you already.

A grin spread itself across Jughead’s face. Everything Betty did or said made Jughead happier that he could imagine. He didn’t even mind that, while staring up at the message on his phone, he dropped his phone right on his face.

“Fuck!” He whispered under his breath. He rolled over in his bed and pulled the blanket over his head.

Jug: How long are we going to let her rules control us?

Betts: What did you have in mind?

As if she didn’t know. Jughead and Betty had spent plenty of time in their hideout under the stairs. It was the only place they could truly be alone. Thus far, they would only hide away after school and on weekends when Betty’s parents were working on a story. And God knows Riverdale has plenty of breaking news stories to keep them busy.

Jug: Our Spot. 30 mins. I’ll go first. You follow 5 mins after.

Betts: It’s a date ;)

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Masquerade. (Jimin x Reader x Hoseok) Part 3

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

Jimin x Reader x Hoseok

Fluff & Slight Smut

Office Au, Hosts Au

Summary: To secretly relieve your stress about your single life and your hard times at work, you cave and decide to give this mysteriously alluring club a chance. At Club Masquerade, you can indulge in your fantasies and indulge in who you really want to be without strings attached. So when you waltz in and realize you’re not exactly sure what you want, two of their best hosts swoop in and are more than willing to help you figure it out…

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

Warning: Will STILL need lots of water for thirst. (Unless that’s just me again *fans self* lol)

Part 3 out of 4

Parts:  Part 1 |  Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Originally posted by j-hopegirl

         "Good news Y/N!“ Jimin rushed into the office early the next morning. "Oh nice scarf!”

           You blushed as you tugged at the large scarf you had invested in, “Thanks. I feel like I’m catching a cold so I wanted to cover up a bit.”

           "Ah yeah, it’s getting chillier.“ he frowned then brightened up again. "But you better be fine for our company outing this weekend!”

           Your eyes widened and you heard murmuring throughout the office at the news.

           "Company outing?“

           "Yeah! I got it approved by the Board already. I figured it’d be a good way to bond as fellow workers and be a stronger branch, you know?” Jimin beamed.

           You grinned widely. “Wow. How did Mr. Jung take it?”

           Jimin fanned himself with the approval papers, “I’ve known him since college. I knew he wouldn’t approve, but I don’t answer to him soo I just did it.”

           "Wowww.“ You marveled playfully. "Look at you, such a rebel.”

           "Are we really going, Mr. Park?“ your co-workers rushed over.

           "Yep! It’s all approved. I have the place booked and everything too so Y/N just needs to finalize everything and transfer the payment.” He handed you the papers with a deep bow. “Please take good care of this.”

           "I will guard this with my life.“ You reached out to grab it but it was taken out of both of your grasps.

           Everyone gasped as Hoseok scanned the paper with furrowed brows. He stared at you and Jimin.

           "Both of you in my office.” he coldly stated.

           "It’s my office too…“ Jimin murmured but Hoseok glared at him angrily.

           You both looked down guiltily as you followed him.

           "Shut the door Y/N.” he ordered and you did so.

           Jimin hopped into his chair, relaxed.

           "Why would you approve this, Y/N? You know I don’t like shit like this.“ he scolded as he threw the paper onto his desk, and you were astounded.

           "Me? I didn’t even know until today!”

           "All paperwork goes through you! How could you not know?“ he yelled.

           "I did it secretly so Y/N wouldn’t get into trouble with you, Hoseok.” Jimin spun in his chair. “Stop taking it out on her.”

           You smirked triumphantly and Hoseok huffed.

           "Why’re you so against it anyway? It’ll be fun!“ Jimin grinned.

           "Why do I need to socialize with them? Who knows when they’ll quit or drop out or whatever?”

           You rubbed your temples. “This is exactly the problem with you Hoseok. They drop out cause they don’t feel welcome cause you’re such a grouch!”

           "I’m not a grouch!“

           "You totally are!”

           Jimin clapped his hands to pause your arguing. “Okay, the real issue here is that Hoseok is awkward at making friends so people misunderstand him.”

           You stared at Hoseok and blinked. “You’re awkward at making friends?”

           "He wasn’t?“ Jimin questioned.

           You pondered over it. "I can’t remember how we became friends…”

           "We’re not friends.“ Hoseok cut in bluntly.

           "There! See! That’s exactly why he can’t make friends!” Jimin pointed out.

           You snorted.

           "Don’t pull this as a charity case for me, Park Jimin.“ Hoseok scolded. "You just want to be the social butterfly, life of the party as always.”

           Jimin flashed a grin. “You caught me. Are you done pouting now Jung Hoseok?”

           You tried to hide your smile as Hoseok’s wrath was easily diffused.

           "Don’t I have things to do this weekend?“ he looked at you pleadingly but your lips curled up.

           "Not at all. You’re totally free. You hate working on weekends so I make sure your schedule is clear so you can – and I quote ‘do whatever the hell I want, it’s none of your business’.” You did your best imitation of Hoseok, causing Jimin to laugh loudly.

           Hoseok enlarged his eyes warningly, but you shrugged nonchalantly, happy you could enact some sort of vengeance him.

           "You’re coming Hoseok. I know where you live and you’re going to drive up with me.“ Jimin stated sternly. "I don’t like people talking badly about my friend so you need to show them how cool you are.”

           You snorted and hurriedly pretended you were coughing.

           "What the hell are you wearing? It’s not winter. Why’re you wearing a scarf?“ Hoseok snarled, directing his frustration to you.

           "I think it’s cute.” Jimin grinned as he batted his eyes at you endearingly.

           You blushed slightly, then turned to Hoseok to reply to him with a glare.

           "I question your outfit choices everyday but you don’t see me commenting on it.“ You stated defiantly then smiling at Jimin, you spoke, "I’ll make sure to finalize everything today so we can hold a staff meeting about the outing tomorrow morning.”

           "Perfect. You’re the best, Y/N.“ Jimin threw you a finger heart cutely and you fumbled for the door, flustered.

           "Oh gosh. Get out of the room.” Hoseok rolled his eyes, judgmentally. “I’ll come see you in a few minutes.”

           "Yes, Mr. Jung.“ you cooed as you caught Jimin grinning cheekily at his fuming friend.  

           You hurried back to your desk to check your phone and smiled when you found new messages.

           Black Mask J-Hope: Good morning! Hope those marks aren’t too obvious today. Did you listen to my advice?

           P.S. I laughed at Chims for a good five minutes for not marking you properly.


           Y/N: Good morning! haha I did follow your instructions Dr. J-Hope. I wouldn’t be able to face any of my bosses if I had a huge hickey on my neck around the office.

           P.S. I’m afraid you’re going to taunt him into really mauling me next time.


           Black Mask J-Hope: I’ll put a silver spoon in the fridge for you on Friday.            

           Y/N: Maybe put a few in there.

           Black Mask J-Hope: Why?

           Y/N: For you guys. I’m quite dangerous, you know.

           Black Mask J-Hope: I would wear it proudly, no worries.


           You chuckled then opened the other chat.


           Red Mask Chims: I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me last night. You were seriously hott. How’d you like the dark room?

           Y/N: It was definitely an experience.

           Red Mask Chims: You definitely were very vocal about it.

           Y/N: Someone else was pretty vocal in there. heh.

           Red Mask Chims: Touche, Silver.

           Red Mask Chims: We’ll try something new next time. I need to find what gets you really worked up.

           Y/N: Same here.

           Red Mask Chims: God, you’re hott.

           You exhaled and threw your phone into your purse hurriedly when you saw the doorknob to your bosses’ office turn. Hurriedly, you stared intently at random papers to make yourself seem busy. Suddenly, Hoseok sat in front of your desk with his arms crossed sternly.

           "I can smell you faking productivity from a mile away.”

           You smiled weakly and straightened up. “What did you need to talk to me about?”

           "I can’t go to this outing.“ He looked side to side. "I need you to get me out of it.”

           Your lips curled up and you batted your eyelashes, “But we’re not friends, Mr. Jung. I can’t do you any favors.”

           He groaned, frustratedly as you gathered your papers.

           "Now if you’ll excuse me I have to finalize our company outing ~“ you sang and he grabbed your wrist.

           You stared at him surprised then he sighed, letting go.

           "Never mind. I’ll let Jimin have this one. It’ll get worse if I run out.” he muttered.

           You smiled and patted his knee, “It’s only a day and if it’s horrible, I’ll help you make your escape then.”

           He nodded, clearly deflated.

           "I’ll be back.“ You waved as you left the office to take care of documents.

           Hoseoks ruffled his hair and turned around to find the co-workers peeking out to stare at him. They hurried to return to their work, flustered at being caught. He skulked back into his office, defeated.

           "Y/N!” Jimin grinned happily as he arrived at the campsite, followed by a sulking Hoseok behind him.

           "Mr. Park, Mr. Jung!“ You called as Jimin ran over to meet you.

           "We’re Jimin and Hoseok today.” he laughed. “Drop the formalities.”

           "She does it anyway.“ Hoseok commented as he slipped his hands into his jacket pocket.

           "Wow, I’m really not used to seeing either of you in normal clothes.” You laughed as you continued setting up the food.

            Jimin took a piece of fruit and popped it into his mouth. “Mmmm!”

           "Good?“ You smiled. "I figured it’d be refreshing to have fruit.”

           "Yeah. Try it.“ Jimin shoved a piece of honeydew into your mouth, surprising you, but you chewed anyway.

           "Mmm juicy! It’s nice and moist too.” You commented and Jimin’s lips curled up.

           "Definitely how I like it.“

           Hoseok started violently coughing, and Jimin cracked up and patted his back roughly.

           "Are you choking on air now my friend?” Jimin teased.

           "Shut up.“ Hoseok pushed his arm away. "I’m going to take a walk.”

           "Mmkay.“ You hummed. "I’ll call a search party if you’re not back in an hour.”

           Hoseok wandered away, and Jimin began helping you set up.

           "Thanks for finalizing everything.“

           "No at all. Thanks for rebelling a bit to get this together.” You smiled.

           "I like learning new things about people and bringing them to different environments to show new sides of them.“ he chuckled.

           "Will we get to see a new side of you Mr. Park?” You teased.

           He leaned closer and whispered, “Do you want to?”

           Your cheeks warmed as he laughed heartily and continued fixing up the food table.

           "It’s fun to get up and out of those cubicles. You’ll see a more fun side of me!“ he cheered and you couldn’t help but smile at the childlike glitter in his eyes.

           Workers trickled in, bringing more food and different recreational activities. Your female co-workers marveled at how Jimin was creaming the other male workers in football.

           "Oh my goodness. He’s perfect, stop.”

           You glanced at your watch and spotted Hoseok coming back to the campsite, a bit less irritated. Soon, Jimin tackled him down and dragged him to his team against his will.

           "How do you do it?“ your female workers whispered. "I think I’d have a heart attack every time I’m in a room alone with those two.”

           "What?“ You questioned, amused.

           "Are you serious?” They gawked at you. “They’re both OOZING with sexiness. If I were you, I’d push my boobs up and seduce both of them right then and there.”

           You laughed, “Oh my goodness. I’ve never seen Mr. Jung bat an eye at a living creature. I can’t imagine him taking an interest in a woman.”

           "You think he has a forbidden love?“

           "What if he has a wife and kids in a different country and that’s why he’s so cold?”

           "I don’t know – he doesn’t have a ring on his finger.“

           They gossiped as you listened and continued eating, while keeping an eye on the game.

           "Okay, but in all honesty, I’m more of a Mr. Park fan. Like he totally picked up a pen I dropped as he walked by and said 'it was dangerous for a girl wearing a skirt to bend’. He said it was a man’s job and smoothly picked it up. I thought I was going to faint.” One of your co-workers fanned herself.

           "I swear Y/N. I’d just keel over if he sat in front of my desk in all his muscular glory like he does. Can you just get sick for one day and I can replace you? I’d like to get a piece of him, if you know what I’m sayin’.“ Your other co-worker wiggled her eyebrows as they all giggled and slapped each other at her provocative comment.

           You chuckled along with them, but you were too busy watching them play football to really tune in. Suddenly, you felt yourself gasp as Jimin pulled off his sweater before getting into position. Time moved in slow motion as your eyes raked over the way his muscles contracted as they worked to pull the fabric over his head in one fluid movement. You swallowed hard as you continued to stare at his form. Immediately, your co-workers stopped their chatting to join you in your oggling.

           Somehow, Jimin glanced in your direction and grinned brightly. Everyone else around you squealed and you tried to compose yourself. In the midst of Jimin smiling and waving at the crowd of females, Hoseok had intercepted a pass skillfully in mid-air. As he did so, his sweater and white t-shirt underneath rode up slightly to reveal deeply formed abs and your jaw dropped. In no time, he whizzed through the other players and scored a touchdown. He and Jimin hugged and screamed excitedly while bouncing up and down.

           "Oh my goodness. Mr. Jung is smiling.”

           "Quick! Someone take their camera out! This is a momentous occasion!“

           You laughed at their reactions but you still couldn’t get your mind off of their bodies. Suits were nice but it hid so much.

           Shaking your head, you whipped out your phone, but to your dismay, there were no new messages. All three of you conceded for the day to not text until night time. Both J-Hope and Chims said they would be busy and well frankly, a company outing probably wasn’t the best place to be receiving racy messages, although your mind often continued to wander to the events that unfolded a few days ago anyway.

           You stretched your hand, remembering the feeling of each of them and vividly hearing the way they sounded when they wanted you. You shivered with excitement and touched your neck timidly. Luckily, it was chilly outside so you wearing a turtleneck and scarf to the outing wasn’t out of place, though you were sweating profusely underneath.

           Later on, you played team games, which you hosted, splitting the teams to be under Mr. Jung or Mr. Park. Obviously everyone preferred to be on Mr. Park’s team, so you took to random chance to divide the teams fairly. Surprisingly, although it shouldn’t have been since he was a boss for a reason, Hoseok’s team claimed most of the victories thanks to his clear explanations and efficient plans. On the other hand, Jimin’s team was comedic, fun, and the most spirited, despite not being the most fantastic at the games. Jimin didn’t give much direction and didn’t have much of a plan, but he didn’t think games were supposed to be played too seriously or else they’d lose the enjoyment of it.

           You couldn’t stop smiling as you saw all your co-workers mingling with each other and with their bosses. Since you were one of the longest employees in the company, you felt motherly affection towards their budding relationships.

           "Having fun?” Jimin nudged your hip, pulling you out of your thoughts.

           You nodded, “It’s good seeing everyone like this for once.”

           "Right?“ Jimin’s eyes turned into half-moon crescents as his grin widened. Your heart raced at the sight of it.

           "I want to see you play a game or two.”

           "Oh no.“ You shook your head. "I’m terrible at games.”

           "Then you’ll fit in perfectly with my team!“ he giggled and you joined him in laughter, knowing it was true.

           "I don’t know about that. She’s quite competitive.” Hoseok chimed in.

           "Oh? So you want her on your team?“ Jimin glared at Hoseok playfully. "I claimed her first so she’s on my team.”

           "Rock, paper, scissors!“ Hoseok called out and Jimin cheered as he won fairly.

           Hoseok scowled.

           "I’ll host this next game.” one of your co-workers volunteered.

           "Come.“ Jimin grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his team, who welcomed you heartily.

           "This is a blind folded relay! Woo!” Your co-worker explained. “First, since, luckily there are even numbers on each team. You’ll have to decide on partners. One partner will be blind folded while the other takes them through the course. At each course, the partner can only EXPLAIN and TALK the person through what they should do at each station. Got it?”

           "Got it!“ Jimin grabbed your hand happily. "We’ll be partners, right?”

           You heard the envious groans of your teammates but you smiled, turning around as he grabbed a blind fold. “Please take care of me.”

           "Don’t worry.“ he hummed as he covered your eyes with the cloth. You shivered as he whispered, "I’ll take good care of you.”

           Bad Y/N, bad.

           You scolded yourself.

           Soon you were enveloped in darkness and you felt Jimin’s soft hands slip into yours.

           "Ready?“ he questioned and you nodded timidly. "I got you.”

           He led you to the first station and although he struggled explaining what you needed to do, you eventually got through it. Hurriedly, you both rushed to the next one hand-in-hand. By the time you got to the end of the course, a new player on the other team was going. Jimin pulled you to the finish line and you tripped forward on an unannounced rock. Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around your waist to steady you, and your body tingled at the sensation.

           "I’m not paying for medical bills if you get hurt during a company outing.“ You heard Hoseok’s voice behind you and he pulled the blindfold off.

           You spotted Jimin smiling in front of you guiltily, still holding your hand and you felt Hoseok’s arm leave your waist.

           "Don’t be stupid.” he warned curtly before returning to his teammates.

           "Sorry about that. Got too excited to finally be finished.“ Jimin looked you up and down. "You’re okay though right?”

           You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”

           As the skies dimmed, Hoseok slipped away from the crowd. He sat at an empty table and sipped on his beer as he watched the others trying to light a campfire.

           "I see you enjoyed yourself.“ You chuckled as you took a seat next to him, sipping on your own drink.

           He didn’t respond, but kept drinking.

           "Has Jimin always pulled you out of your shell like this?” You questioned.

           Hoseok chuckled, “Pretty much, yes.”

           You grinned. “You guys are like friendship goals.”

           He glanced at you and raised an eyebrow.

           "Jimin knows you’re an ass and no fun, but he still likes you.“ You smirked, clinking your bottle against his before taking another swig.

           "Oh I see you don’t even get cute with alcohol in your system.” he rolled his eyes.

           You snorted. “I’ll tell you a secret.”

           "I don’t want to know.“

           "The fun is over there, where the people are.” You hummed and he pushed your face away from him.

           "Your breath smells. I’m fine here. I’ve played with you all enough.“ he growled.

           You laughed and slammed a beer onto the table, "I figured you’d say that so here’s another bottle of beer for your loneliness.”

           "Shut up and get out of here.“

           You giggled as you scurried to the others as they finally managed to light a small flame. Jimin spotted you and grinned. Then he proceeded to start fanning the flames to make it grow. You and the other workers clapped and cheered him on, all somewhat intoxicated. Someone turned on music with their portable speakers and soon, everyone was having a good time fooling around.

           As the alcohol buzzed through your system, your body moved to the music carelessly. You danced with your co-workers excitedly but everyone cleared the way as Jimin tore up the "dance floor” with his skillful movements. Hoseok soon joined some of the co-workers who were simply sitting and watching everyone enjoying themselves. He proudly clapped along with everyone as his friend began expertly free-styling to the music.

           "Woo! Mr. Park! You’ve got moves!“ You screamed and he smirked as he made his way to you while biting his lip.

           Your co-workers hollered as he pulled you into him, swaying your hips together.

           "Oh snap! It’s getting hot in here!” They screamed.

           Jimin grinned as he spun you around, dancing behind you playfully. Everyone returned to demonstrating their own moves and slowly, you felt Jimin’s chest getting closer to your back. The music was drowned out as you focused on following the rhythm of his body and his hips against yours. You felt his breath on your cheek and your heart pounded against your chest. Suddenly, you were pulled from him and you were face to face with a furious looking Hoseok. Your face was flushed from the alcohol and from the intensity of what just happened so you just stared at Hoseok in shock.

           "Don’t misunderstand. He does this to everyone when he’s drunk. He won’t remember it so don’t get butt hurt if he doesn’t.“ he bluntly stated.

           You nodded slowly. The alcohol was slowing your thinking down.

           "Oh Hoseok ~” Jimin giggled as he clung onto his friend cutely. “Dance with me ~”

           Hoseok pinched Jimin’s cheeks. “Get a hold of yourself, Park Jimin!”

           "Oh I’d like to hold someone else…“ Jimin giggled cutely then yelled. "WHO WANTS TO SEE MR. JUNG DANCE?”

           "No, no, no.“ Hoseok shook his head adamantly as he tried to cover his friend’s mouth.

           "I do!!” You raised your hand as you stumbled into Hoseok, who caught you with his other arm.

           "Jung Hoseok! Jung Hoseok! Jung Hoseok!“ Jimin chanted and everyone followed him.

           Hoseok sighed and straightened you up. "You, get a hold of yourself too!”

           "I wanna see you danceeee.“ You whined and he gave you a look of disgust.

           "That was not cute at all. Please never do that again.”

           "If you dance, I will get you coffees every morning and get you a sandwich in the afternoon!“ you blurted out.

           The alcohol was taking its strongest effect at the moment. Jimin soon slung his arm around your shoulder.

           "And I will get you dessert!” he added.

           Hoseok snorted and took out his phone. “Say that again.”

           "I promise to get Mr. Jung coffee every morning and a sandwich for lunch for a week!“ You slurred.

           "Two weeks.” he bargained.

           "Deal!“ You pointed at him.

           "And I, Park Jimin, will get him dessert!” Jimin giggled.

           Hoseok smirked and put his phone away. “Now no take backs.”

           "Woo!“ Jimin cheered enthusiastically. "He…he is such a great dancer…you all will not be-believe it!”

           "Jeez. How much did you guys drink?“ Hoseok ushered you two to sit down.

           "Iunno but this punch was fantastic!” You grinned goofily as you lifted your red cup.

           He glared at your closest co-worker friend who grinned at him weakly.

           "I have just the song!“ Jimin raised his arm as he received the speakers. "Break it down Hoseok!”

           "You asked for this Park Jimin.“ Hoseok smirked as he took off his sweater in front of you.

           Your jaw dropped as you spotted those perfectly toned abs once again. But your vision was blocked when he chucked his sweater right at your face. You huffed, annoyed, as you ripped it off and placed it on your lap. Gladly, it provided you extra warmth on your legs.

           Jimin started the song and immediately, Hoseok’s body responded to the loud beats. Everyone’s eyes widened as his body moved flexibly, with harsh lines yet a gentle finesse. He even did a few tricks which led to everyone screaming excitedly.

           As the night progressed, people sobered up and trickled on home. Everyone complimented Jimin for the brilliant idea, but the latter had drunk more than anyone else so he was stumbling around as he walked everyone out of the campsite. You were cleaning up slowly, still also feeling the effects of the alcohol. You silently cursed your co-worker for spiking your fruit punch.

           "I swear, Park Jimin. Stay fucking seated or I will tie you to a tree.” Hoseok scolded his friend as he forced him to sit on the bench for the nth time.

           Jimin smirked and hugged Hoseok, “Will you really tie me?”  

           Hoseok sighed and threw his friend over his shoulder. “Okay, I’m putting you in the car.”

           You chuckled as you watched Jimin squealing that he felt like he was flying, while Hoseok shook his head, amused. Grabbing your purse, you too made your way to your car. However, before you could fully open your door, Hoseok slammed it closed.

           "What the hell do you think you’re doing?“ he snapped.

           You looked at him. "I’m going home.”

           Hoseok swiped your keys from your grasp with ease. “No you’re not. You’re drunk.”

           "Ammm not!“ You argued unconvincingly.

           "Go walk in a straight line.” he challenged daringly. “Go.”

           "I can too!“ You pursed your lips and took a deep breath, determined.

           However, you felt your body swaying as you struggled to figure out where exactly you were walking.

           "Yeah, no.” Hoseok tugged at your hair. “Call a driver or something. You are not driving yourself home.”

           "Let us take you home!!“ Jimin called out of the back seat, sticking his head out of the window lazily.

           "Yah!” Hoseok scolded but Jimin shrugged adorably.

           You stumbled as you tried to make your way back to your car and Hoseok sighed.

           "I can do it. I can drive home.“ You murmured but soon your world flipped upside down as Hoseok threw you over his shoulder and put you in the backseat with Jimin.

           "Y/N!!” Jimin welcomed you with open arms and you giggled.

           Hoseok grumbled as he took the driver’s seat and began driving. “Nobody better barf in my car.”

           "Aye, Aye!“ Jimin chuckled as he nuzzled his head onto your shoulder.

           Your heart thumped against your chest as his body pressed against your side. Then soon, he was softly snoring. You smiled as you studied Jimin’s gentle features then glanced over to Hoseok who was keeping his eyes peeled on the road seriously. You felt a wave of tiredness crash into your system and your eyes fluttered closed as well.

           "Yah.” you were violently shaken awake and you sat up, hitting your head at the roof of Hoseok’s car.

           He snorted, amused as you winced. Jimin was lying on your lap, knocked out. Hoseok pushed him over carelessly to let you slip outside freely.

           "I’m sure you can pick up your car when you sober up tomorrow.“ He commented as you fixed your hair, embarrassed that it was so disheveled. You were groggy and had been out cold during Hoseok’s drive here.

           "Thanks Mr. Jung.” you mumbled and bowed.

           He simply nodded and gestured for you to head into your home.

           "Don’t come in on Monday drunk!“ he bellowed.

           You chuckled as you stepped inside.

           Jimin found himself on Hoseok’s couch, while the latter was going through paperwork on his kitchen table.

           "Oh? Why am I here?” Jimin questioned.

           Hoseok shook his head. “Went pretty wild at the company outing.”

           "Did I?“ Jimin cracked up.

           "Your other side almost came out.” Hoseok’s smirked.

           "Was it with Y/N?“ Jimin waltzed to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle.

           Hoseok stared at him as Jimin sat down in front of him.

           "She’s attractive, Hoseok.” Jimin confessed.

           "Is she?“ Hoseok questioned as he went back to his papers.

           "She is.” Jimin smiled as he took a sip. “And you know who else is attractive?”


           "No.” Jimin snorted. “Me. Two attractive people just belong together.”

           "Is this how you treat a friend who kindly allowed your drunk, passed out ass into his home?“ Hoseok chucked a pen as Jimin cackled.

           "I love you.” Jimin threw a heart towards him.

           "Don’t fucking pull that on me!“ Hoseok yelled playfully. "Get to the guest bedroom in the basement!”

           You stirred in the middle of the night, and found yourself wide awake. Rolling over, you grabbed your phone and found new messages.

           Red Mask Chims: I’m thinking of you right now.

           Y/N: Oh?

           Red Mask Chims: I’m a bit intoxicated and I need some help. Would you mind?

           Y/N: What a coincidence. I’m a bit buzzed now too.

           Red Mask Chims: Are you wearing anything right now?

           Y/N: I’ll leave that to your imagination.

           Red Mask Chims: Fuck. Don’t pull that shit on me.

           Y/N: What’re you wearing right now?

           Red Mask Chims: Does a hard cock count?

           Y/N: Pretty sure that’s part of your body and not something you wear.

           Red Mask Chims: Still something I want you to touch. I want to pin you against the wall and stick my tongue inside you right now.

           Y/N: I thought you wanted to try something different.

           Red Mask Chims: This time, you’re going to be in a different room and I can see the beautiful expressions you’ll be making when I touch you.

           Y/N: Well, I’m free tomorrow.

           Red Mask Chims: Perfect. But you still won’t get away from me now.


           You gulped as you jumped out of bed. Being in the bedroom made you more weak to his advances and the alcohol wasn’t helping. You switched to the other chat as you stepped into your living room.

           Black Mask J-Hope: I hope you had a good day. Even if I was busy, you never left my mind.

           Y/N: Oh? What were you thinking about?

           Black Mask J-Hope: Well I was half hoping people would ask you about the black and blue I gave you. But then I figured I’d give you more next time if you wanted.

           Y/N: They’re actually fading, so you might have to a touch-up.

           Black Mask J-Hope: Anytime you need a touch-up, you’re welcome to come to me. I’ll pencil you in between sessions.

           Y/N: How kind.

           Black Mask J-Hope: What can I say? I like helping women in need.

           Y/N: And how would you help a woman in need right now?

           Black Mask J-Hope: What exactly is your need?

           Y/N: I’m alone and drunk.

           Black Mask J-Hope: Well, I would come over and hold you in my arms. Probably kiss you sweetly until, knowing you, drag me to your bed room and attack me.


           You laughed.

           Y/N: I am pretty dangerous.

           Black Mask J-Hope: And you seem to want me more and more each time.

           Y/N: Well I’m going to want you tomorrow.

           Black Mask J-Hope: Don’t you want me tonight too? haha you seemed to enjoy my hug…among other things


           Suddenly, a new message popped up and it was a voice message from Chims. Curiously, you pressed it and hurriedly shut it off when you heard breathy moaning and groaning. Your heart thumped against your chest and your body was enflamed with desire.

           Y/N: What did I just hear?!

           Red Mask Chims: Me pleasing myself to the thought of you.

           Y/N: …what exactly did you imagine?

           Red Mask Chims: Turned on?

           Y/N: Possibly.

           Red Mask Chims: I was thinking of your hand on my dick and how pretty you’d look glancing up at me while on your knees. How wet you would be between my fingers.

           Your head reeled as you read his messages and your finger hovered over the voice message. But then you shook your head. If you touched yourself, you lost his game. You smirked.

           A game, hm?  

           Your body tingled as a new idea formed in your mind.

           You walked into Club Masquerade the next day in shorts and an oversized sweater. You’ve seen other customers dress normally and you felt that it would make things different, a bit more…ordinary amongst the extraordinary.

           "They’re waiting for you in J-Hope’s lounge.“ the receptionist explained. "You know how to get there right?”

           You smiled and nodded, floating to the room. The two were seated casually when you stepped inside.

           "Hey.“ J-Hope stood up and kissed your cheek to greet you while Chims crossed his arm, not budging from his seat.

           "So you told us both to sit here for what reason?” he hummed impatiently.

           "I have a new rule.“ You smiled.

           "Let’s hear it.” J-Hope encouraged.

           You exhaled, “Whatever I do or say to you guys, you can’t have sex with me.”

           The two froze. Chims stared at you.

           "Are you fucking serious?“

           "You don’t think you can?” you smirked.

           "I can but that’s torture.“ Chims exhaled.

           You acted innocently, "I thought it’d be fun…”

           "Fuck.“ Chims lunged at you and pinned you against the wall. "You’re such a tease.”

           You smiled triumphantly as he slowly trudged back to his seat.

           J-Hope chuckled, “I’m fine with that. It’ll probably make you more relaxed around us, knowing we have to abide by that rule.”

           "And oh I also want to alternate the order every so often.“ You explained. "I want Chims first at times and vice versa.”

           Chims growled, “You sure? You might not want to go back to J-Hope after you’ve tasted me first.”

           J-Hope snorted, “Or she might run from you right into my arms.”

           "Sound good?“ You looked at them and they both nodded.

           "Who do you want first today? You only have us for half an hour each.”

           "I’ll take Chims first.“

           Chims grinned widely as he grabbed your wrist. "You’re going to get it today.”

           You glanced at J-Hope smiling and waving at you as you got dragged out of the room.

           You were shoved into a new room surrounded with mirrors on every wall, including the ceiling. Shivering with anticipation, Chims locked the door and walked over to you slowly as he unbuttoned his shirt.

           "You left it up to my imagination last night,“ he hissed. "But now I’m going to do whatever I want with you.”

           You inhaled as he turned you around, pressing you against the mirror so you were staring at yourself with him behind you. You caught the way his eyes were glazed over from beneath the mask as he pulled down the sweater to reveal your partially battered neck.

           "I’m going to pick up where I left off.“ he whispered and latched his mouth onto your skin.

           You groaned, having thought about nothing except J-Hope and Chims since last night. You wanted them. You needed them. His hands squeezed your hips as he rolled his package against you from behind while he kissed your neck.

           "I love how you look when you need me.” He whispered, ghosting over your neck as he gazed at your expression through the mirror.

           You backed up into him, causing him to growl loudly.

           "Impatient, hm?“

           "Tell me again what you imagined last night.” You murmured and you immediately felt him grow harder.

           "Not yet baby girl.“ he hummed as his hands slipped underneath your sweater. "You’re not going to win this.”

           You sucked in as his cold hands made contact with your skin.

           "You look so fucking hott.“ Chims mumbled as his hand continued its trajectory upwards and you felt yourself lean into him, your body willing and ready for him to take control.

           "You want to know what I’d do to you if you were mine?”

           You nodded, your words failing you as his hands cupped the bottom of your boobs.

           "I’d make you beg for me.“ he whispered. "Then I’d ram into you as hard as I could so that you would scream my name so loud, everyone would know who was inside you.”

           You felt warmth travel down to your lower half as his words sunk in, and your breathing shallowed.

           He chuckled, “You’d like that, huh?”

           You grabbed his neck and pushed your back closer to him, needing more contact than what he was giving you.

           "Mmm…“ he smirked as he rolled his hips into you. "I guess you do.”

           You gasped as his hands slipped underneath your bra and began massaging your breasts. He continued grinding into your ass while sucking at the skin of your neck. It was stimulating and your body was going crazy from feeling pleasure on all fronts.

           "Look how needy you look.“ he whispered and you glanced at the mirror.

           Your eyes were hazed with lust and your lips were swollen from your unconscious biting. You were already disheveled and melting into him. He hadn’t even kissed you yet. You spun around and bit his lower lip hungrily while your hands attached itself onto his bare chest.

           He welcomed your lips and kissed you as passionately in return. Slowly your hands pulled his dress shirt off his shoulders and his fingers played with your nipples, driving you insane.

           "Fuck.” You cursed into his mouth and he crashed his tongue into yours, swallowing all of your sounds.

           He peeled his hands off of you and pulled off your sweater in one swift movement.

           "Clothes are still on.“ he smirked as he reattached himself onto you.

           You hummed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Now you were just wearing shorts and a tank top. His hand traveled back underneath your tank top but you pried yourself off of him.

           "Shirt off.” You breathed.

           He smirked, “Yes ma'am.”

           Throwing it to the side, he grabbed your face and continued making out with you. You swiped your tongue on in his lower lip and he groaned, his hands focused on taking care of your breasts. Then his tongue traced the side of your neck as you panted.

           "Look in the mirror.“ he mumbled as he sucked on a new patch of skin.

           You did so and moaned as you spotted the image of your tank top riding up to expose your stomach as his hands clasped around you boobs. Yours eyes raked down the sight of the taut muscles of his back and the bulging leg muscles threatening to rip his jeans. You stared at yourself as your hand travel down his back while he licked and bit your neck and your chest. You slipped into his waistband and he inhaled sharply as you dug your nails into his firm ass.

           "Do that again and I’ll have you screaming.” he hissed.

           You smirked and did so. Immediately, you were on your back on the floor as he hovered over you. You could see his back muscles tightening as you stared at the mirror on the ceiling. Leaning down, he whispered into your ear.

           "You want to scream my name, don’t you?“

           You bit your lip and kissed you strongly.

           "I told you not to fucking bite your lip.” he scolded.

           "Chims, I want to touch you.“ you whispered and he hissed.

           "You’re really testing me.”

           Your hands traveled down his chest and hovered over the evident bulge in front of you.

           "I can’t?“ You batted your eyes innocently.

           "Fuck.” He closed his eyes as you palmed him without hesitation. “I want to be inside you.”

           "I want you inside me.“ You whispered and he bucked into your palm.

           "Fuck. Your. Stupid. Rule.” he grunted.

           Suddenly, he scrambled off of you and you lay there breathless and stunned. He paced around the room.

           "I’m going to rip off your clothes if you continue this.“ he warned.

           "You can’t. It’s against the rules.” you smirked.

           He stared at you then grinned, unbuckling his pants.

           "Wh-what’re…“ You stammered.

           "Your clothes stay on, but mine doesn’t.”

           You squeaked as he discarded his pants to the side and spread your legs, grinding into you. Your back arched instinctively as you let out a loud moan at the friction.

           "You’re not the only one who can tease.“ he breathed as he slid the straps off your shoulders. "And I’m good at finding loopholes.”

           Your heard yourselves breathing heavily and realized that the mirrors were fogging up from the body heat you two were emitting. Soon, your breasts were exposed and he lunged forward sucking on your nipple. You moaned loudly at the pleasurable sensation, which encouraged him to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bud. Immediately, your hand found his hard dick and you began massaging it. He grinded into your hand as the pace of his tongue quickened. Your moaning got louder and louder as you felt him get harder and harder through the thin fabric of his boxers.

           Suddenly, there was a firm knock on the door and he rolled over onto his back instinctively, out of breath. You also weren’t in the right state of mind. He covered his face, groaning.

           "Fuck! That felt so good.“ his voice echoed and you nodded, knowing he could see your response in the mirror. "I’ll take care of myself here so see yourself out.”

           You exhaled as you fixed your tank top. Your lower regions were on fire and you were incredibly wet.

           "Unless you want to extend our session.“ Chims smirked as he rolled to his side shamelessly displaying his almost naked body.

           You sat up and pressed a kiss on his lips, which he reciprocated hungrily. But you broke the kiss and smirked.

           "Someone else is waiting to please me.”

           "You’re so hott.“ he laughed as he slapped your ass while you got up. "Argghh. I’m so frustrated!”

           You chuckled as you threw on your sweater. “Have fun thinking of me.”

           "Silver,“ Chims chuckled. "I need you as my permanent customer.”

           "We’ll see.“ you grinned as you stepped out of the room.

           Your feet knew the way to J-Hope’s lounge. Every step, every thought, every brush of your clothing against your skin tingled your senses as you made your way there. You knocked and stepped inside to find him lying down, resting on the couch. You guessed that the mysterious person that was always knocking was the receptionist after all. Grinning, you climbed on top of his sleeping figure and kissed him. He stirred.

           His lips curled up as he placed his hands behind his head.

           "Well I could get used to waking up to this.” he grinned as he watched you.


           He caught the flirtatious glint in your eyes. "Well, I might need some help waking up.”

           "Oh?“ You leaned down to kiss him again. "How would you like me to wake you up?”

           He grinned, “Surprise me. I know you’re a dangerous woman.”

           "Damn right.“ You whispered and began trailing down his neck with kisses.

           You heard his breath hitch at a certain spot and you flicked your tongue out, making him groan softly. Immediately, you latched your mouth on that patch of skin and his fingers curled into your hips as he began panting.

           "Awake?” You spoke into his ear.

           "I think I might need more convincing.“ he stated breathlessly and you immediately rolled your hips onto him.

           "Come here you sly girl.” He laughed as he pulled you down by your sweater and kissed you.

           "J-Hope.“ You breathed.

           "Hm.” he hummed as he swirled his tongue on your lip.

           "I’m fuckin’ wet.“ You gazed at him, full of desire. "I need you.”

           He smiled as he kissed you sweetly, “Show me what you can do baby.”

           Your lips curled up as you began unbuttoning his dress shirt, exposing his chest. He took a deep breath and sat up, capturing you in his embrace while your arms wrapped around his neck.

           "I really need you.“ You closed your eyes and exhaled.

           "Shh.” he caressed your face. “I know baby. You have me. Now, make me want you.”

           You understood so you grabbed the ends up your sweater and pulled it off, much to his surprise.

           "I’m fucking wet, J-Hope.“ You hissed as you leaned close to his face. "If you don’t do something, I’m going to go back and finish things with Chims.”

           Immediately, J-Hope crashed his lips into yours as he rubbed your arms tenderly. He shifted so that you were securely on his lap. Grazing your neck with his fingers, he smiled as you lolled your head back at the feeling.

           "I like cherishing you.“ he kissed that sensitive spot right under your ear. "Nice…” He kissed it again. “And slow.”

           He sucked on it. “So you’ll have a longer….” His breath ghosted over that your skin. “And more pleasurable time.”

           You moaned as his hands traveled up your thighs.

           "You’re so fucking beautiful.“ He spoke into your neck.

           You grabbed one of his hands and stuck it under your tank top. Without wasting time, he unclipped your bra and threw it off. You gasped as your hard nipples tingled; the fabric of your tank top made you feel sinfully good.

           "Clothes are still on, right?”

           He chuckled as his one hand thumbed over your nipple while the other caressed your thigh. All the while, is mouth continued marking its territory in all of the places that made you melt. Suddenly, your body was going crazy as his lips traveled down to your free nipple protruding through your clothes. He flicked his tongue out and you writhed with desire.

           "J-Hope.“ you moaned as you slid your straps down. "Please.”

           He moved your hair that was sticking to your face and cupped your cheek understandably. “Yes, baby.”

           Tenderly, he caressed your collarbone as you shivered with anticipation, then his fingers tugged down your straps all the way. Once your breast was exposed, his mouth covered it expertly.

           You grinded into his hardness as you tangled your hands through his hair.

           "J-Hope.“ You panted as you needed him elsewhere.

           "Yes baby.” he moaned as he continued to get his fill of your breasts.

           You bucked your hips again and your hand found its way to his clothed cock. After palming him for a few minutes, taking in his grunts, you unbuttoned his pants. He raised his hips so you could take it off of him.

           He stared at you intensely as you climbed back on him. Smiling into the kiss, he pulled your straps back up and squeezed your butt playfully. You laughed and stared into each other’s eyes. His hands traveled to your hips while you didn’t break eye contact and he sat you down over his growing need.

           "You’re okay?“ he whispered onto your lips.

           "I’m more than okay.” You smiled. “Are you awake yet?”

           He raised his hips so that his hardness poked your dampness and you squeaked.

           "No.“ he smirked as he leaned in for a kiss. "Definitely not awake.”

           You grinned as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and began rubbing yourself on him, full of need. Both of you were soon panting at the needed friction and not holding back on being vocal.

           "Silver, you’re doing so good. Keep doing that.“ he complimented you as you both continued to drowning out each other’s needy sounds with your mouths. "That feels good.”

           "Touch me J-Hope.“ You commanded and his hands traveled under your tank top obediently.

           Soon after, he spun you around and sat your ass on his straining need. You were panting, wondering why he stopped such a pleasurable position.

           "Follow me.” he whispered into your neck as his hands slid down your arms and covered your fingers.

           You nodded and let him guide one of your hands to the center of your shorts and the other onto your boob. He circled his hips up as he guided your hand to rub yourself simultaneously.

           "Since it’s off limits for me.“ He spoke into your neck as he kissed it sweetly.

           You moaned loudly.

           "Just imagine it’s my hand. This is what I would do to you.” He continued to talk you through it as his fingers moved against your own, guiding you to please yourself.

           After a few minutes of him grinding into you, you rubbing yourself while imagining it was his fingers, and him playing with you nipple with his other hand, all coupled with his whispered compliments, you threw your head back as you finally reached your high. Out of breath, you leaned your back into his chest as he caressed your arms.

           "You did great, baby.“ he smiled and you straddled him, giving him a deep kiss of gratitude.

           He wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you from falling.

           "What about you?” You worried.

           J-Hope laughed, “You’re worried about me?”

           You nodded, frowning. He caressed your cheek sweetly, “You’re too adorable.”

           "I’m serious. Can I help?“

           He pecked your lips. "Next time. You can most definitely help.”

           You pouted and he kissed you again. He gestured to the disc that was on the end of the couch and as soon as your eyes landed on it, it began buzzing and glowing red.

           You exhaled and pressed your forehead against his. He rubbed circles on your hips warmly.

           "I’m sorry.“ you breathed.

           "Why?” he laughed.

           "Because I finished… and well, you have a problem.“ you looked down at his boxers.

           He cracked up. "You know, you’re probably the first customer who has actually worried about your host?”

           "Seriously?“ You questioned.

           "People here just want what they want. Get it and go. We give that to them. Even if you dashed off in the middle of sex, we would still pencil you in the next time you need us.”

           You stared at him. “That’s kind of sad.”

           He chuckled as he kissed your forehead. “You’re like a breath of fresh air. That’s why I want to keep you.”

           You smiled happily. He tapped your hip and you slid off of him. You grabbed your bra and clipped it back on.

           "Up, up.“ J-Hope cooed holding your sweater and you raised your arms as he pulled it over your head.

           "I can walk myself out.” You smiled and finally took a good look at his toned torso. You urged yourself to pry your eyes away from it. “You don’t want to walk around in your boxers.”

           He grinned goofily. “Yeah, wouldn’t want to advertise the goods.”

           Pulling you forward by your sweater, he kissed you tenderly.

           "Chims is probably waiting to walk you out. Message me when you get home.“

           You blushed and nodded then slowly walked to the door.


           "Hm?“ You turned your head.

           "You were fucking fantastic today.” He grinned.

           You chuckled and stepped out of the room.

           As J-Hope predicted, Chims was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He studied your expression– your flushed cheeks and blown up lips.

           "I finish you next time.“ He pointed as he slung his arms around your shoulders.

           "Wh–” you retorted.

           "I know when a girl is still horny or when she’s done. It’s my job.“ Chims cackled. "Don’t pull that on me.”

           You blushed.

           He walked you to the door and slapped your ass before he left you at the entrance in shock. The receptionist looked unfazed and continued writing in her massive planner. You looked around and no one else was paying attention anyway. You chuckled as you stepped out, letting the cool night breeze hit your face.

           What a weird place.

           But you grinned happily. It was a place where no one was going to judge anyone else. It was liberating.

           The week following, you were penciled in more often and needless to say, you were more aggressive now than when you started.

           Once you had caught J-Hope off guard in the break room while he was changing into his dress shirt and ended up having the hour session there.

           "Damn.“ he exhaled as he played with your hair while you lay on his chest. "I am not safe ANYWHERE with you am I?”

           You giggled as you traced the muscles of his arm.

           Another time, you were the one to drag Chims into a random room, which only had one chair in it. You ended up riding his strong, muscular thigh, and then he instructed you step by step on how to give him a lap dance that way he liked it.

           "Fuck. You’re sexy, baby girl.“ Chims heaved as he plopped down on top of you, full of sweat. "I could go for another round.”

           You rolled your eyes and smacked him. Depending on how much time you had left, another round may have happened.

           Each time you met them, you learned something new, you did something new, and you always left feeling lighter and happier. But you knew you had to make a choice for the sake of their schedules, and your heart was already leaning to one over the other.

           So finally, a few weeks later, you texted them separately.

           Y/N: So …after a few weeks of fun with each of you, I think I have my decision.


           You all agreed to do the announcement the following day, at your scheduled time. Giggling excitedly, you called your best friend to catch her up on everything.

           "I think it’s me. Let’s be honest.“ Jimin waltzed into Hoseok’s apartment.

           "Why’re you even following me to my house?” Hoseok growled.

           "It’s closer. And I’m tired. And I get lonely.“ Jimin pouted.

           Hoseok rolled his eyes.

           "I like her a lot. Like she has so much learning potential and she is literally open to everything.” Jimin exhaled.

           "Well, I want her. She spices up my schedule because she can either be super needy or super shy. Plus she like legitimately wants to please me too instead of just having me be the gentleman and pleasing her.“ Hoseok commented. "I really like her.”

           "Hmmm…“ Jimin pondered. "I really can’t figure out who she likes better though.”

           Hoseok shrugged. “Whoever it is has gloating rights.”

           Jimin giggled and hugged Hoseok. “Don’t get sad that it’s not you.”

           Hoseok wriggled out of his grasp. “Shut up.”

           Jimin took a seat at the dinner table. “What’s for dinner, honey?”

           "Don’t 'honey’ me. I cooked yesterday.“ Hoseok scolded.

           "Take-out it is.” Jimin grinned as he swiped the menu from the fridge.

           The next day, you walked into the office, practically glowing. Hoseok gave you a weird look as you dropped off his coffee brightly.

           "What’s wrong with you? Did you spit in this?“ He took the coffee with a look of disgust.

           "Did you get a date?” Jimin grinned as you placed a coffee on his desk too.

           Hoseok laughed loudly. “Yeah, okay.”

           You glared at him then smiled at Jimin. “Nothing like that. Just feeling particularly giddy today.”

           "Please.“ Hoseok snorted. "Bring me my tea and cookies Queen Elizabeth.”

           "Hoseok.“ Jimin scolded. "Don’t ruin her good mood. I like her seeing her this happy.”

           You giggled. “Well, I’ll be at my desk.”

           Jimin smiled and nodded. Both of them watched you skip out of their office. Hoseok was deeply concerned about your sanity, while Jimin was highly amused.

           "Oh…where did I put that document and that stapler…“ you mumbled as you searched your desk.

           After ensuring that it was absolutely nowhere on your table, you glanced at the office in front of you. Jimin and Hoseok were out for lunch so you snuck in, hoping it was in there somewhere.

           "Aha!” You found the document on Hoseok’s desk and you quickly gave it your signature of approval.

           Then you looked around and found that neither of them had a stapler on their desks either.

           "Hmmm…“ You tiptoed as you tried to see if the cabinet had a stapler.

           Taking a deep breath, you jumped up and swiped whatever was in the highest shelf to the ground. With a soft thud, a few things fell.

           Upon seeing what the items were, you covered your mouth to stifle a scream. Staring back at you, were two very familiar looking red and black masks. With your hands trembling, you bent down to pick them up, trying to convince yourself it couldn’t be…they weren’t…they were… they had to be different masks.

           Suddenly, the door opened and Jimin and Hoseok waltzed in chatting happily.

           "Holy shit. You scared me!” Hoseok jumped back, noticing your frozen figure behind the door. Jimin laughed at his reaction.

           You glanced up at them horrified, while holding the masks.

           "What do you have there?“ Jimin peeked, catching your expression then he chuckled. "Oh those are just some things we got from overseas.”

           "Whose mask belongs to whom?“ You mumbled, barely above a whisper, but it echoed throughout the room.

           Your head was reeling. You were sure of it the more you studied the designs. They were the exact masks you had been staring at for weeks now. Your hands clammed up.

            They laughed nonchalantly, "Why does it matter?”

           You just stared at them with wide eyes.

           "Because…“ You slowly lifted one of the masks over your eyes.

           Their smiles instantly faded as the realization dawned on them.


           All you could do was stare at each other, flabbergasted.

           After a few seconds of silence, all three of you processing your shock, you glanced up. Looking at them both worriedly, you whispered as you held up the masks.

           "Who’s who?”

           Jimin looked at you intently, “I think the real question is… who do you want which to be?”

Part 4: FINALE 

Inner Universe

Characters: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 6,977

Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst

“Pardon me.”

Turning your head towards the source of the voice, you steadily shifted your body away from the man, intending to let him pass if you were blocking his path. You tried not to take offense, since the speaker probably didn’t know the situation at hand, but before you could scoot away even more, your friend’s arm linked in yours held you firmly in place, preventing you from moving. Confused, it crossed your mind that perhaps the man’s request wasn’t directed towards you two, but you didn’t have the chance to ask her what was going on.

“I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re heading to room 302?” the deep voice resonated again, and it was like you could feel the quality of his tone slice through the rest of the sounds in the bustling university hallway. “I actually have the same class right now, and I was wondering if maybe you’d like to walk together?”

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How we actually met (1/1)

Summary: Two ladies develops love online. They both travel around the world separately as their jobs. They only knows each others first names. Now they describe how they meet in person.

AN: Non Power Rangers AU. Modern AU.

So this is based off of a short film called Modern/Love starring Naomi Scott. You can choose to either read the story first or watch the video first. If you choose to read first, it will be spoilers for the video and vice versa so yeah… You choose.

It’s a great 10 minute short film and I highly recommend it.

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They met online accidentally.

Trini was suppose to message a partner from work when she mistyped the username and started chatting with Kxmberly, a woman named Kimberly who had an icon picture of an aesthetic pink background and a silhouette of a women (Trini presumed it was Kimberly).

Meanwhile, Trini had the username TriniBee with the icon of a selfie, one hand covering half of her face.

It’s been 6 months since the two have been chatting online, they were confident with each other that the person on the other side of the screen was not a troll or some creep on the internet. At the same time, they also made a mutual agreement to no pictures and no last names until they meet personally just to make it more intimate between the two of them.

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No Control | Chapter Thirty-Four


Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

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When we enter the kitchen, Trev is standing in front of Harry’s coffee maker, pouting at it, a glass of water clutched in his hands.

“You alright, mate?” Harry asks.

Trev turns to look over his shoulder at us, his eyes red rimmed and squinty, probably from the splitting headache I’m sure he has this morning. 

“Your coffee maker is too fancy,” he huffs gruffly. “I just want a cup of coffee.” His voice is whiney and I stifle a laugh as I go in search of some painkillers for him. 

“Lemme help,” Harry offers, patient as ever with a grown man acting like an upset child in his kitchen.

I leave to Harry’s restroom to see if there’s any medicine in there. When I come back successful, a whole pot of coffee is brewing on the counter, and Harry’s got a kettle going for tea on the stove. While Harry’s usually a coffee drinker in the morning, he’s got two mugs with tea bags already in them on the counter, meaning he’s making one for the both of us this morning. I don’t know if it’s because he genuinely wants tea or if it’s in solidarity with me because I can’t have coffee, but I’m choosing to go with the latter because it makes him seem sweeter than he already is. 

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How to capture an ENTP

ENTPs are adorable humans that bounce around so quickly that you can’t really take your eyes off them or they will build two machines running on carbon dioxide and have sharpies for fingers. Those said sharpies are for decorating the walls!, the ENTPs would have insisted, but you shouldn’t have listen, you told yourself regretfully when you woke up to a specially modified face the next morning. However, they are still in great demand for you’ll want to hit and hug them at the same time. Sadly, you’ll have to catch those little tricksters first. Rain or shine, ENTPs will make you laugh and it’s a noticeable fact that INFJs have an adorable ENTP at their side to shower with extra love and care.

But what about the rest of us? The INTXs would cry out angrily, unable to accept the fact that for once, they could not capture such fast-paced, trash-talking, happy creatures. After all, impossible was not a concept in those introverted rationals head unless we are looking at the emotional aspect of humans. Looking at the statistics, there should be plenty of ENTPs to go around for there isn’t enough INFJs to buy them all. So how do you capture an ENTP?

Step One:
Grab their attention. They have short attention spans. The one way is to walk up to them and rattle off a series of numbers to your next pseudo-hydrogen-titanium bomb project. They would be so intrigued, they will run after you, demanding for answers.

That is, if they didn’t nod understandingly and classify you as an idiot first.

Step two:
Keep them chasing. ENTPs get bored easily. Wonder why INFJs ever throw their hands up exasperatedly and charge towards the all-willing ENFPs that open their arms for extra glomps? Well, probably not, because nobody saw that happening. ENTPs wants you to keep up a conversation. But how, the INTXs will now raised their eyebrows suspiciously, wary that this might be another trap. Simple! This ENTP will flick her hair arrogantly while dodging the rolled-up newspaper her INTJ just swung at her. Saw a new topic on discovery channel? Great, tell them. Ask their INFP friends on what they like. Found out why Saturn has it’s rings and Uranus have an extremely retarded name? Even better, bring it up the next time they frustratedly looked at the ceiling in (useless) attempt to pass time.

Assuming if they don’t learn it all first, which they probably did.

Step three:
Do not be afraid to call them out for their bullshit.
ENTPs exist for one reason: to explain absolutely idiotic (and inaccurate) synopsis of any known scientific facts just to examine which are the ones foolish enough to fall for their convincing lies. Everyone, that is. However, call them out for it. Disagree with them, and let them know that you see through everything. (Well, not their clothes, even if they make sexual innuendos about it. Trade your see-through googles for their nudes, if you are that desperate, and prepare to be duped.) Wow them with your critical thinking and if you successfully displayed to the ENTP that you are more cynical than the status quo, congratulations, you are 70% there!

Until they completely forget about your thinking charm and decided that XSTPs are sexy, while thinking that they should obtain one.

Step four:
Be unpredictable.
This speaks for itself spiritually. Don’t blow up the barbies they are planning to dissect though, that’s cruelty on its finest level.

Step five:
Be rare. Yes, you read that right. We are rare enough, the INTXs will now cheer after reading this. Finally, a step we can accomplish, nodded an INTJ approvingly.

Do not make yourself too available. That is to say, do not talk to them everyday. The ENTPs are actually great at spotting out patterns and they will eventually (in a week) learn how your mind works while getting bored of you since what you say is entirely predictable, which ruins step four as well. Be scarce. Approach them quite a bit during the first few interactions and be scarce after that.

Note: if they wander about, looking adorably lost, it’s time for you to step in and gently guide them back to you. Do not completely abandon them, you’ll regret it after realizing that they reigned in a black hole and sucked everything up since they went unsupervised. If they respond to your messages with long paragraphs and frequent replies, they are interested. Do not engage them in small talk.

Step six:
Do not get discouraged easily.
ENTPs are wonderful at forgetting things. That is to say, if they do forget to reply to your one sentence message, you are probably boring them to death. Feed them paragraphs of literature. Show them satirical pictures of politics and life. Talk about philosophy with them. However, understand that they have difficulties maintaining a consistent psychological distance with people. They might seem shockingly close to you one day and randomly distant the next. Try to perk them up with the newest picture you found of a Stalin and Hitler relationship and be sure to double check their drinks for any love potions placed inside by an INFJ.

There you go. 6 steps on how to capture an ENTP. Think you can do it?

Credits to rationals-pub.tumblr.com for the original idea of writing the manual for obtaining an ENTP. I got inspired after reading theirs, read that awesome manual in the link below!


ENTP vs INTP: http://therequiemsofdreams.tumblr.com/post/112215041328/entp-vs-intp Also, follow my MBTI blog if you want more: the-fault-in-entps.tumblr.com
Best friend Jaemin

Request: best friend jaemin? 💘

A/N: im sorry if this is short!!

  • ooh it’s been a long time since i did a best friend! series
  • plus it’s been 939383 months since we last saw jaems
  • this is to all my jaemin stans
  • i hope you all are staying strong
  • without further a do, let’s start

  • so how you all actually became friends in the first place

  • back then in middle school while you were both 10
  • you were pretty quiet then and rather introverted
  • only had like 2 close friends? but you wouldnt talk to them unless they started the conversation
  • until one day teacher changed your seating arrangement because you ‘weren’t participating enough’
  • which was why she decided putting you beside one of the most talkative students was a good idea
  • and he was none other than na jaemin
  • this bright kid greeted you while a big big smile everyday
  • and every lesson he’d ask you lots of questions so you’d speak up more
  • “ooh that’s a pretty pen! where did you get it from?”
  • “did you understand what the teacher just said? could you explain it to me?”
  • “yay it’s time for pairwork!!”
  • and he’d try his best to make you smile
  • be it through jokes or funny stances
  • and thanks to him you managed to open up more
  • soon enough he was joining you during break times
  • and he was your tablemate for the following years
  • and luckily, the two of you managed to get into the same high school
  • by then you two were already very close friends
  • but only knowing each other in the new school amongst strangers helped to closen the relationship
  • and after weeks both of you are inseparable
  • probably calls you by a nickname he gave you back when you two were younger
  • and has no plans on changing it
  • loves teasing and pranking you but does it in a way where it’s funny
  • like you cant stay mad at him because the both of you end up laughing
  • like that one time he offered you a drink of sprite
  • but he secretly put in vinegar instead
  • hyuck im watching you
  • and when you drank it you almost spitted on his face
  • while he was at the side dying of laughter
  • but a few minutes of laughing he forgot and took a sip too
  • which he immediately choked on and started coughing
  • causing you to burst out laughing at his reaction
  • can get really clingy
  • and doesnt mind skinship at all
  • since he’s usually the one suggesting it
  • he has his arms slung around your shoulders all the time
  • 24/7 poking your sides or pulling your cheeks to annoy you
  • he loves tickling you too
  • always seems to have memes or jokes to send you
  • it’d probably be 2am in the morning and you get a text from him
  • probably a meme
  • “hi best friend i cant sleep so you shall not too”
  • and he wont stop spamming until you actually reply
  • which after 15 minutes of chatting, he says he wants to go to sleep
  • and every single time that happens you want to punch him because he deadass woke you up during midnight to chat for 15 mins
  • jaemin wyd???
  • okay but
  • despite him being really dorky and funny all the time
  • he gets serious when he needs to
  • and becomes extremely protective when it comes to you, your health or your safety
  • after all, you’re his best friend and he wants to take care of you
  • like that one time some creep kept pestering you to give him your number and he wouldnt leave
  • until jaemin showed up and acted like your boyfriend
  • and you could tell he was 👌 close to beating that person up
  • but luckily you stopped him
  • after he calms down he pats your head and gets all sweet like “you’re fine right?”
  • and he’d smile brightly when you say yes
  • “anything for my best friend”
  • high school was also the place where you two met the other boys
  • specifically jeno, mark & hyuck
  • but yall also know jaehyun & taeyong because they used to be seniors
  • the five of you would always hang out together
  • which gains a lot of attention because many wonder how you even got close to this good looking bunch of boys
  • but knowing jaemin he probably goes around shouting that you’re his best friend
  • which embarrasses and makes you happy at the same time
  • for some reason he’d always tease you and jeno
  • and you’d be all clueless like “what? why jeno huh?”
  • while jeno’s at the side trying to hide his blush
  • but as time went by you found yourself falling for jenk because he’s always so sweet and kind to you??
  • and when you told jaemin he straight up screamed for one hour straight
  • “yOU LIKE JENO???? WOAH”
  • “number one fan of couple ship name of you and jeno
  • and he wanted to tell jeno right away but of course you’d stop him
  • by treating him to meals, like always
  • but it would all go to waste because
  • two weeks later you receive a text from jeno
  • “so… uh Y/N, jaemin has been pushing me for days to say this but i actually like you too”
  • and you’re all shookt and you dont know what to reply
  • “he told you??? when??”
  • “two weeks ago, i think”
  • and you take a mental note to remember to slap jaemin because that was the day you told him
  • but also thanks to that, you and jeno finally got together
  • which made jeno 100× happier
  • would probably scream again
  • “jeno, if she ever bullies you tell me, i can handle her”
  • and to you
  • “good luck to putting up with jenojAM, it’s been tough on me these few years”
  • apart from all that
  • back to his actions
  • he’s also always willing to listen to your problems and help you out
  • even though his advice may not be the best, he still tries his best to cheer you up and help
  • encourages and supports you a lot
  • like a real fan
  • and he always has that big bright smile while looking at you
  • and you feel so blessed because he’s honestly such a great friend??
  • and he never fails to make you happy
  • he can be super sweet and nice one moment
  • and the other it seems as though he’s got something up his sleeves
  • but nonetheless he makes you laugh and smile a lot
  • and without him you wouldn’t be where you are today so
  • shout out to the bestest friend!!
Imagine being the fianceé of Captain Salazar (Part two)

Pairing: Armando Salazar x reader

A/N: thank you for being so patient, here’s part two! Shout-out to my sis for helping me tone down the gay vibe correct the grammar! As you read into it you may question why out of everyone on this saga i chose to bring back that character, just bear with me! i see potential in them, they weren’t well writen, i can change that!

Credit: once again, the awesome art was provided by @salmicka1 thank you so much dear!

Warnings: none! Part two is just fun! Then we’ll talk about part three…

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 3

Originally posted by illgif4you

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m so excited that a lot of you are loving his series, it gives me so much joy I swear I’ve been smiling non-stop these past few days. An anon suggested that I should make a masterlist for this, maybe I will, once I figure out how to do that lol. Oh and this is going to be one of those slow burn series, so bear with me :)


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“Thanks for doing this, I really appreciate it.” Steve said quietly as he made his way into Sharon’s New York apartment. Ever since she was placed in the Joint Terrorism Taskforce, although she was officially stationed in Germany, she had been going back and forth between The States and Germany, so she thought it would make sense to have a place of her own.

“It’s no trouble, it’s Barnes, you know I’m all in.” She gave him a genuine smile.

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