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Obey (Jimin/Reader)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Prompt: OH GOD WEREWOLF JIMIN AU SMUTSMUTSMUT I’m trash for dominant werewolf Jimin + Can you please write a smut (werewolf! jimin and reader) where he goes into heat, and gets really horny/possessive with the reader? Thank you very much~

Genre: Smut - Werewolf!AU (In Heat)

Words: 2.1K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: Everyone has a bit of sadistic nature buried deep within the confines of their most intimate desires, a dark sensation that consumes the mind, body, and soul when the time is right. For Park Jimin, that animalistic desire was something that had cursed him since the day he first turned eighteen years old, a spark reigniting with each full moon. It devoured him whole, taking complete control of his body until he could quench the nearly insatiable thirst for dominance. 

Tags: Dom!Jimin, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Sub!Reader, Orgasm Denial, Dirty Talk, etc. 


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I’m out of the broom closet at work…ish

Co-worker: why’s the copy machine not working?

Me: Mercury is in retrograde…so there’s that.

Co-worker: how are your cookies so soft, it’s been like three days and my oatmeal cookies always dry out?

Me: brown sugar… and magic.

Coworker at my cubicle: I like your skeleton hand mug! And your skull planter…and your dead moth…and those are pretty rocks…anyway, you done with your caseload?

Me: thanks and yes!

*Coworker struggles to get white out tape to wind correctly*

Me *takes it, winds it, hands it back*

Coworker: “how’d you do that?!”

Me: “listen, the sooner you guys accept I’m a witch, the less questions you’ll have”

Coworkers: *nervous giggling*

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.
—  Timothy Leary
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
—  Timothy Leary
Eat my cookie? Eat ALL the cookies.

So this happened a couple years ago when I was still an intern at my current workplace. All the interns worked in a shared cubicle space and this one girl, lets call her Jen had a roommate (Tracy) who was super sweet.

One morning Jen comes in with a huge bag of homemade cookies which she proceeds to eat with enthusiasm throughout the morning, doling out a cookie here or there to the cuter guys in the office.

At lunch some of us (minus Jen) go out to the park to eat and talk and Tracy shows up and as were eating asks us how we liked the cookies.

Obviously we were confused: what cookies?

Tracy had baked that huge bag of cookies Jen was munching on with the intent that they get distributed through the intern cubicle. Aw. Hell. Naw.

Rather than confronting Jen about it, for the next two months I came in early every morning and left a big fat Tim Hortons cookie on her desk. On the mornings I couldnt come in, I arranged for a co-worker to do it for me.

She ended up gaining a couple pounds from the whole affair and eventually she cried.

Moral of the story is dont eat my fucking cookie Jen.

Nobody sane loves working in an office, It’s against human nature to be locked up in a cubicle all day long.
The wedding date, or; how to avoid the singles’ table

Originally posted by pcyeolkenthusiast

⚜  “I want- I needyoutobemyfakeboyfriend!”; “I have to admit, this isn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had. Normally, when you don’t stand someone, they’re the last person you’d invite for this.” aka asking your coworker to a family’s wedding.

⚜ Chanyeol x reader ; office!au, friennemies, a tad bit of High school!au

⚜ 10,7k *sigh* did I just? yes, I just wrote my longest fic ever about this

Children, never sleep on your drafts for 6 months bc it’s hell :) I hope you enjoy reading~



The pile of work standing on your desk earns a groan from you, your head pounding from the long evening waiting for you.

Your eyes switch from the article you’ve been trying to get done, to the clock that marks exactly half an hour since the irritating disturbance had started. And from a scale of one to ten of how murderous your thoughts are, you’re pretty sure you’re hovering above an unhealthy fourteen.

You often wonder how strangely things work out in life, astonished by how the universe likes to carefully craft satirical situations to shake up the insignificant human existence. However, you’re not exactly as amused -heck, you’re even sure the deities love messing with you, trapping you in a tiny work space with your one and only rival from high school.

Park Chanyeol, always the charmer and still undoubtedly just as obnoxious as you remember him, just had to end up in the cubicle right across from yours. And although you’ve had a much-appreciated break from his gracing company during college, you’re still astounded at the cruelty of fate to pair you up with him.

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Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.
—  Timothy Leary
The wedding date, or; how to avoid the singles’ table:

Originally posted by lucasstrumme

⚜  “I want- I needyoutobemyfakeboyfriend!”; “I have to admit, this isn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had. Normally, when you don’t stand someone, they’re the last person you’d invite for this.” aka asking your coworker to a family’s wedding.

⚜ Luke x reader ; office!au, friennemies, a tad bit of High school!au

⚜ 10,6k 

⚜ This is a repost from my side blog, so both are owned, written and edited by me. 



The pile of work standing on your desk earns a groan from you, your head pounding from the long evening waiting for you.

Your eyes switch from the article you’ve been trying to get done, to the clock that marks exactly half an hour since the irritating disturbance had started. And from a scale of one to ten of how murderous your thoughts are, you’re pretty sure you’re hovering above an unhealthy fourteen.

You often wonder how strangely things work out in life, astonished by how the universe likes to carefully craft satirical situations to shake up the insignificant human existence. However, you’re not exactly as amused -heck, you’re even sure the deities love messing with you, trapping you in a tiny work space with your one and only rival from high school.

Luke Hemmings, always the charmer and still undoubtedly just as obnoxious as you remember him, just had to end up in the cubicle right across from yours. And although you’ve had a much-appreciated break from his gracing company during college, you’re still astounded at the cruelty of fate to pair you up with him.

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Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others.
—  Timothy Leary

anonymous asked:

Modern marauders headcanons?

James: 

  • The up and coming football (soccer) star.
  • Humble and hardworking but with plenty of confidence in himself. 
  • Rarely gets a haircut. When he does, it’s never more than a trim. 
  • Always has scuffed up knees and forearms. 
  • Is really good with his ‘fans,’ especially the kids. 
  • At home, he wears nothing but sweatpants. 

Sirius: 

  • Works on his motorcycle with his free time.
  • Wears his hair in a bun quite frequently. 
  • Works as a tattoo artist or something (he has one complete sleeve and other tattoos scattered across his body).
  • Probably has some sort of piecing.
  • Always seen in his leather jacket and ripped jeans. 
  • Found a stray dog once and adopted it as his own. 

Remus: 

  • Works as an english teacher (while working on his novel in his spare time).
  • Wears sweaters and glasses…definitely has the english teacher aesthetic going on. 
  • Drinks hot chocolate in the fall/winter and tea in the summer/spring. 
  • Carries a shoulder bag around with him.
  • Spends his afternoons in coffee shops working on his writing. 
  • Sleeps until at least noon on his off days. 

Peter Pettigrew: 

  • Probably works as an accountant or something like that.
  • Has a major crush on the mousy girl who works a couple cubicles down from him. 
  • Brings the same lunch every day. 
  • Has a fish tank that he meticulously maintains. 
  • Cannot seem to stop drinking diet coke. 
  • Routinely treats himself to ice cream in the afternoons. 

The Marauders: 

  • Have been as close as brothers ever since they met back in primary school. 
  • Live in a flat/house together.
  • Sirius’ dog is affectionately known as Padfoot. 
  • Anytime an outsider comes over, they wonder how four people so different can get along so well. 
  • Each one’s bedroom is like walking into a different world.
  • On nights where they’re all free, they’ll go down to the pub for a quick pint, then head back for a night of takeout and tv/movies. 

No more headcanons right now please!

Seokjin Scenario: Someone Like You.

Request: a scenario where Jin goes to his service and meets you during there while you’re medical intern. He falls in love with you at first sight but you didn’t have interest in dating at first so he feigns his injury/sick with or without his friends just to see you until one day stops visiting you only to find out later he was sent to a recon mission and been badly hurt. 

Genre: Fluff / Romance


Resplendent. It was the only word Jin thought could make justice to you. There were a lot more he could also use, like beautiful, dashing, out of this world, but resplendent suited you perfectly, enough to describe the way you seemed to glow when you smiled. He never thought such thing about a woman he just met, but he could already feel you were different even if that was crazy of him to feel, but upon seeing you, he just had the need of knowing you better, you were captivating and he’d never found someone who could make him feel this way at first sight.

–Hello, please let me help you – He along with other three was sent to help the newcomers, you and another man.

–Oh hi, thank you, you’re so kind– you reached out for the hand he was offering to help you get down from the jeep that brought you to the camp and you smiled at him, your hands were soft and delicate and once you were down, Jin took the bags you were carrying with you.

–It’s nothing – he answered smiling, honestly it was everything if you kept smiling at him that way. Your eyes locked and he noticed you were examining him, he was only with his black t-shirt, uniform pants and combat boots, the usual for normal days and he remembered he didn’t have any identification on him. –I’m Kim Seokjin –

–I’m Y/N, the new medical intern –

–I know, welcome– you laughed softly with that, pronouncing a soft thank you and walking ahead so he followed you. Your laughter was refreshing and he suddenly felt like a teenager by your side, stealing glances and wondering what were you thinking about him, if you were thinking about him at all.

He smiled thinking that with a doctor like you, he would willingly fall sick every day of his life and that made him laugh so your eyes fixed on him again. Your eyes were curious and pretty, but then again, you were pretty wherever he saw and he should get a grip of himself. –What is it? –

–Oh nothing, we’re already here – he placed your bags on a metal table on your new working cubicle and turned to you who were inspecting the surroundings with a satisfied smile, you looked excited for being there. Jin cleared his throat to get your attention and you smiled, noticing you had been spacing out. It was endearing. – I’ll leave you now doctor, I hope you have a nice day –

–Same to you – you waved at him and then turned around, pulling your hair up in a ponytail and busying yourself with taking instruments out of your bags.

He should leave, he knew it, so he forced himself out because in all honesty he wanted to keep talking with you, about everything, about anything, about whatever you wanted. Jin never thought he was one to believe in love at first sight but if this wasn’t it, then it had to be pretty close. You stayed on his mind all day, and he knew he needed to see you again, whatever it took.

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You’re Like An Angel (Yongguk bookstore AU)

Word count: 6.5 k+ (minus quoted song lyrics)

Genre/warnings: fluff ❤ (this is an AU in which Yongguk isn’t an idol, and an AU that is slightly based on B.A.P’s song 1004(Angel), a.k.a a song that I’ve been binge-listening to for multiple days in a row already.)

Summary: He walked down the street to get back to his office job that had been eating away at his soul and creativity for a whole year already, when a little coincidental accident made him look through the bookstore windows, just to notice a beautiful stranger he’d never seen before. Not being able to think straight, he made effort to meet her and get to know her, finding out that this new relationship they kicked off soon enough was meant to be the beginning of his life.. and, possibly, the end of him as well.

(A/N) I’m trying out new things again, this time around thanks to @baponeshots and her most recent Himchan scenario that made me tear up because of how beautifully written and well thought out it was. It made me realize I wanted to try a little different approach to some of my works and try writing in a different style, just to see how it will turn out. It’s slightly different from my usual scenarios, but I hope you enjoy!!  ❤

It was just another regular day, nothing more or less than that. Another spilled mug of morning tea as he had knocked the cup down accidentally, and another meaningless line written in the little notebook he had been carrying around since sometime last autumn. His footsteps could be heard all the way down the street, as he was wearing the shoes with the loud and clicking soles again, causing noise every time he set his foot on the pavement. He fixed his glasses, pushing them back up his nose as they kept falling off, and he buried his face in his reddish checkered scarf, not letting the morning freeze nibble away at his soft and sensitive, already slightly cracked lips. 

He was on his way to start off another pointless workday, another opportunity wasted. He was a poet at heart, and working in a cubicle every single day was something that brought him down, decreasing his creative abilities and erasing away all of his colors with every passing day. He felt much smaller than when he moved to this town just about a year ago, and even though his physical height hadn’t changed at all, whenever he went to visit his family members or people he knew well back in his hometown, they’d always comment on him, saying that he’d shrunken over the last year. In fact, his posture had gone bad from sitting at the desk and having his face glued to a computer screen for most of his days, and it made him look a little gloomy, taking away some of his charm he initially had. His posture wasn’t the only thing he’d ruined though, as now he was forced to have a pair of glasses by hand at most times, simply because he hadn’t been smart enough to turn on some proper lighting while reading away his issues and sorrows in the evenings, and now he had to face the consequences. But his physical state was not exactly what he meant when he thought of how he had gotten smaller. Every passing day, he could feel the way his body rejected all types of thoughts and movement, making him open up all of the windows and stay in bed, staring up at the ceiling and wishing all of this would end as soon as possible.

This.. He didn’t really know what he meant by the term “this”. But it ate away at him, lovingly tearing apart his insides more and more every single day, replacing his working cells with dead ones, draining away his blood. It was only his mental state, but he felt it physically, the need to either find any possible way to feel better about the unfair and cold world that surrounded him, or to simply lock himself away until better days came around on their own. Either way, none of those thoughts mattered or had any actual meaning, as he was heading in his least favorite direction again, dreaming of coming back home in the evening just to pour himself a cup of tea and sit down in his beloved living room armchair, reading until he fell asleep.

A sudden gush of wind hit him right in the face, blowing half his scarf away.

“Hey!” he simply exclaimed to himself, trying to get a hold of the piece of fabric before it had fully disconnected from his body. He caught the scarf mid-air, and adjusted it back again, looking down on it for the whole time. He lifted up his head, and was about to turn back into the right direction when he suddenly froze dead in his tracks, as something had caught his attention. 

He realized that while he was trying to catch his scarf he’d turned to face the enormous windows of his favorite little local bookstore that he visited whenever he ran out of reading material. The sight was as mesmerizing as always, with all of the newer and older books the store had to offer piled and stacked up in the shelves quite messily, not leaving a single little open space. There were many beautiful things there, including giant wooden shelves and an old-fashioned cash register, as well as colorful signs and quotes displayed on the walls, accompanied by fairy lights and indoor plants scattered randomly around the whole room. But in the middle of this beautiful mess, there was something, or rather someone, more beautiful that all of the previously mentioned things combined together, and he found it hard to tear his eyes off of this sight in front of him.

She was standing in the middle of the room, holding a book in her right hand. She turned it around, examining it carefully, and opened it up, flipping the pages and stopping randomly somewhere in the middle. Her hand movements were quick and sharp, but gentle at the same time, if that made sense. Her gaze that was directed at the torn pages of the old book was a curious and focused one, and she seemed to know exactly what she was reading about. Her other hand trailed up slowly to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and when she let her hand fall back to her side, it lightly hit her knee-long, old-fashioned beige dress, sending the corners of it gracefully and elegantly flying in the air. 

A stranger bumped into him, apologizing right after and hurrying further down the street. He had gotten his reality check, and looked around, wondering if someone saw him staring through the bookstore window for what seemed like ages. Realizing he was going to be late if he stayed here any longer, he unwillingly teared his gaze off of the mysterious stranger behind the glass, and stuffed his cold hands into his jacket pockets, speeding up his walk as he was afraid that otherwise he wouldn’t be able to get away from the bookstore at all, as all of his senses called him back to go inside and meet her.

He’d gotten through the day more or less successfully, and found it even harder than usually to drag himself back home after this morning’s events, feeling the need to walk the same exact street back down to see if she was still there. He cursed to himself as he got there and realized the store was closed already, as he’d forgotten that Tuesdays were his longest work days. He slowly made his way back home, and curled up in the armchair, taking a book in his hands and reading for a bit.

Well, rather trying to read instead of reading, as he couldn’t tear his mind away from the girl he'd seen this morning. He had visited the store many times, but had never seen her before, and that intrigued him. Was she new around here? Probably, as, even though he wasn’t a local even a year ago, he still more or less had seen most of the people from around here by now, as the town was small, and he’d never caught a glimpse of her prior to this morning, ever. His mind raced as he tried to remember any type of meeting or interaction with her from the past, but he couldn’t think of any. If he would’ve met her already, he would’ve remembered it, he was certain, as his memory was rather on the good side and she was someone who could only be labeled as unforgettable.

Someone who seemed so out of this world, someone who had managed to astonish him completely by just her looks, even thought he always put personality first. For all he knew, she could be the most horrible person on earth, but he didn’t quite care, as he felt he’d lowkey sold his liking to her already. The thirty pages that he had left to finish off the book stayed unread that evening, as he took off his glasses, a little surprised by the sudden realization of how bad his vision had gotten in the past time, and stumbled to the bedroom, just to dream of her.

It took him a week to finally give in to the desire of meeting her. Every day he’d pass the store, and every day she would be there, putting away some books or smiling lightly as she helped some customer find something or sold them books. He let his stare linger only for a little while, just while passing by, and he hoped oh so much she didn’t notice the way he straightened out his back while walking past the windows, and the way he put all of his worries and anxieties away, trying to seem as charming as he could, just in case she’d return a stare.

It was Tuesday morning, and he was determined to walk in and make conversation.

A bell rang as he pushed the big, wooden door open, and their eyes met. She was standing behind the cash register, and as she noticed him walking in, she smiled and greeter him, waving with her hand lightly just to return to writing papers seconds later. He walked past her, amazed by how beautiful she seemed up close, and surprised that even her handwriting looked picture perfect. He took some time to browse through the shelves, and, as he saw her making her way from one shelf to the other not too far away from him, putting away a seemingly mislocated book, he decided it was his chance to speak up.

“Excuse me, could you please help me find a book?”

She turned to face him, and smiled, melting his heart instantly. She took a few steps to the front, her creme colored heels causing little, barely audible thuds when they came down on the wooden floor.

“Sure. What are you looking for?”

He cursed to himself for not having this fully thought out. What was he looking for? To be completely honest, the only thing he tried to find was a way to start up conversation, but she’d asked a question he should’ve been anticipating, and he had to make something up on the spot, as fast as possible.

“I’m looking for a book called "Stoner”, by John Williams..“ he said, and saw her giving him an amused look, chuckling a little.

"Dear, you’re at the wrong shelf. Here are all the authors whose surnames start with "S”, not the book titles that start with that letter. Here, let me find it for you..“ she passed by, and right as he wanted to follow he felt her taking one of his sleeves softly in between her fingers, tugging him along to where she went. His heart raced because of many things. For one, he’d made a fool out of himself yet again, and for two, she’d just called him "dear”. Was that a manner of polite speaking from where she came from, because she didn’t seem like she was from here, or was it a momentary confession, and indicator that this fortunate conversation that had just happened between two strangers second ago was meant to last for longer, and turn into something more?

“Here, now let’s see if we have it..” she had lead him through the tiny store, stopping right in front of by far the biggest shelf of all. Her eyes scanned the backs of what seemed to be at least half a thousand books all at once, and he watched her carefully. She fixated her eyes on a specific region of the shelf, and soon he saw her reaching up to grab the desired book, but not being able to reach it.

“Here.. Let me help,” he said quietly, noticing the right book and leaning a little to the front and extending his arm, taking the book she was unable to reach in his hand with a swift move. Only then he noticed he was standing right behind her and leaning over her, their bodies so close together that he could feel her heat on his skin. He quickly stepped away, and gave her an apologetic and embarrassed glance.

“Thank you..” he said, scratching the back of his head a little, thinking of possible ways to extend the conversation, as he didn’t want it to end just yet. He was on the edge of giving up though, as his nerves were weak and his anxiety levels high, but it all went away once he heard her quite voice speak up.

“Why this exact book though? I haven’t met anyone who wanted to buy a copy of it in ages. Do you like reading about broken dreams, miserable and cold relationships that don’t contain any type of love and the harsh reality that there will be many times in life when you efforts simply won’t pay off and you will be left tired and broken, with no one but your own crushed aspirations there to comfort you?” she tilted her head curiously, eyeing him up and down. She’d caught him off guard, and he was amazed by how she made harsh words sound gentle and plain gorgeous, as her tongue rolled and her lips moved in beautiful ways when she talked. How would he feel if she told him to leave and never set foot in here again? Would that mesmerize him as well, if she said it in the same manner? 

“I.. It just reminds me of a few rather.. Personal things,” he said, looking away a little. Silence hung over both of them, and he was surprised it wasn’t an awkward and uncomfortable silence. He had a few things up his sleeve, and she had even more. It was undeniable they had caught each other’s attention and wanted to know the real reasoning behind a few things. For example, how come they met only now?

“Hey,” her fingers were back at his sleeve, tugging it a little bit, “you definitely didn’t come here to pick up that book in first place, did you?”

His alarms went off, and he anticipated the worst. 

“I’ve seen you here many times before, and you know the layout of this shop probably better than me, so why pretend you needed help with finding something you knew the exact location of?” she asked, letting go of his sleeve and letting his arm drop back down his side. He found himself sweating, as he didn’t think he’d get caught this easily by someone who could apparently not only read books very well, but people too. 

“I.. Well, I-”

“What’s you name?” she interrupted, sparing him the embarrassing explanations, “I’ve been seeing you passing by and looking at the store for about a solid week now, so I guess you should introduce yourself at least, because it seemed like you wanted to talk.”

He wasn’t someone who was easily phased by things, but this was something he hadn’t anticipated in the very least, so he stood there, trying to get back his ability to speak.

“Yongguk.. My name is Yongguk..” he said, still quite confused and puzzled. She introduced herself, and her foreign name made her seem even purer in his eyes. He repeated it a few times, making her chuckle a bit as his cheeks turned a rosy shade.

“How come you’d seen me here before, but I never saw you?” he questioned right as she started walking back to the cash register, with him following closely behind her.

“My aunt owns this shop, and I’ve always been here, just not in the actual store, but rather in the storage room, helping out with everything that was unsorted. I don’t really like interacting with people that much, I get nervous very easily,” she made her way around the counter and stood behind the cash register. He gave her a questioning look, remembering the many times he saw her chatting people up and helping them out. She didn’t seem nervous at all, but maybe he just hadn’t had enough time to properly get to know her, and had just made assumptions too early on.

“So, Yongguk? Now that I know about your real intentions of coming here, what about "Stoner”?“ she asked, smiling at him warmly. 

"I’d still very much like to get this book, if you don’t mind. I’m out of reading material,” he said, returning a smile as she sold him the book, wrapping it carefully up in thin, brown wrapping paper and tying a thin, red ribbon around it.

“Be sure to come by again sometime soon. You got me curious,” she said as he opened the door and was about to leave the place. All he did in return was smile at her, knowing more than well she didn’t have to tell him to stop by another time, as he’d planned on doing that anyways.

He headed to work right after, but was unable to get anything done as she had taken over his mind, infesting his brain cells and slowly creeping to get into the thinnest corners of his soul. He took the book out of his bag and turned it around in his hands for what seemed like the tenth time, quietly examining the way she wrapped it in, carefully and beautifully. He looked at it in the evening as well, conflicted between opening the neatly wrapped package in order to read or leaving it as it was, recalling the way her fingers moved with lightning speed as they tied the ribbon and handed him the book, brushing slightly against his fingers as he took it from her. It took him some time to finally open it, and when he did, he curled back up in the living room chair, fixing his glasses and reading until he was able to think of something other than her.

Weeks passed, and he’d visit often. She would always be there, smiling at him as he walked in. Conversations became longer, and levels of desire raised up inside of him in at an alarming rate. She’d randomly take his hand and pull him to different corners of the store, laughing as he tried to keep up with her and not knock anything down. She’d stop somewhere, and laugh some more, placing her hands on his chest as she scolded him for being clumsy and slow, making him blush and turn his head away a little. She’d often show him some hidden gems among the shelves, and some of her favorite works, or she’d ask for help when she couldn’t reach something, simply stating she didn’t like using the ladder every time she needed to reach the top shelf because that made her seem helpless. It came to a point where he would wake up an hour earlier every morning, just so he could spend that spare hour he had obtained with her, in the tiny bookstore that seemed like his second home already. He’d sigh every time he had to go, and one time she had had enough, chuckling at him and asking completely out of the blue.

“If you don’t like you’re job so much, why are you working there?”

“I mean.. It’s what I’ve studied for, and what I have degree for. I hate it, because the working hours and salary don’t compliment each other at all, and I feel it nagging away at my personality and eating it up, but I’m trying to find something that I’ll feel happier doing. There doesn’t seem to be a place that I like though , at least not in this town..”

“Oh, really? What about this place?” he saw her scanning the whole room with her eyes, indicating she meant the bookstore.

“Aunt has been very ill recently, and that was the main reasons I started helping out in the store rather than in the storage rooms. I’m currently doing everything on my own, and, even if it doesn’t seem like it, there’s too many things for me to take care of all on my own..” she said, stopping a little as she noticed his puzzled facial expression.

“I mean, I don’t know how appropriate this is. I don’t know how the salary would differ, and I don’t know if I just offended you by offering you a job in a bookstore instead of the office job at a rather large company that you already have, but-”

“I’d love to do it,” he’d walked up to the counter and put his hands on it, leaning his face close to hers and looking her right in the eyes. It was the only time he ever saw her with a puzzled and surprised expression, but that lasted only for a moment, as she smiled at him, seemingly leaning in a little just to take a few steps back and stretch out her arms and back seconds later.

“I guess it’s settled then, isn’t it?”

It indeed was.

He wrote a resignation letter the same day, and was surprised to find his boss and the people he worked with simply sign it, without emotion or any concerns of him leaving his working position. He gathered his things and walked out of the building, saying a silent goodbye to all of his co-workers who were just cogwheels in this enormous working mechanism of the company, and who barely recalled his face already. It was only when he walked down the same little street that the bookstore was located on that he understood how insignificant his existence in the company had been for the last year. He’d been doing his best and working hard, feeling like he made a difference with writing a bunch of papers and reports, but in reality they never mattered. He was just another useless part of the chain, and when he left he left nothing behind him, except of a tiny little space in the form of a working position for another unfortunate and unlucky person to fill in soon after.

He opened the doors of the bookstore, and wandered in, taking in the smell of older and newer books and the afternoon sun that was creeping through the massive windows in. She was nowhere to be seen for a few seconds, but when she appeared at the end of an aisle, she smiled at him, and made her way over to meet him once again.

“Welcome in the family business, I guess?” she approached him, and he happily nodded. He was expecting something from her, anything really.. Anything beside the embrace she gave him. Her arms wrapped around his lean frame without hesitation, and he was taken aback a little by how close she suddenly was, nuzzling her head in his shoulder as she held him close. He prayed she wouldn’t notice his initial reaction, but there was no use for such prayers and hopes, as she was very observant.

“Not used to getting hugged, eh?” she chuckled and felt his arms slowly rise from his sides and wrap around her waist hesitantly. There was no one else around, and they simply stood there in each other’s arms, with the yellowish spring sun that was creeping through the windows highlighting their frames and how well they clipped together. She chuckled at how hesitant he was, and he cursed himself for being this way around her. But she was special after all, as he couldn’t tell what it was about her that caused this effect on him every time he was in her company.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. He woke up every morning with fire and desire in his heart, and he’d picked up the habit of walking down to the nearby coffee shop to get two cups of coffee, tea or any other hot beverage really to start off the day, as he knew she liked literally anything. Spring turned into summer, and every day he spent with her turned into another round of some much needed healing for his damaged soul. They’d fool around all the time, mixing up work with having a good time. She’d fallen in love with his beautiful smile, and always told him how she couldn’t get enough of it. She’d playfully brush away some strands of his soft hair that kept falling into his eyes when he leaned his head down to write something in the journal, and she’d surprise him at the most random moments, scaring him and making him jump as she popped up behind him randomly, calling his name and laughing at his reaction, or when she wrapped her arms around him every now and then, telling him how glad she was he’d just walked into the store one day and stayed here, with her. He was finally of significance, and the fact that he was a new but important aspect of her life made him feel like he finally achieved something.

He hated himself for developing more and more feelings along the way, and he hated himself for looking at her and wanting to act, but never doing so. He wanted to tell her many things, but couldn’t bring himself to, and he hated it.

Time passed, and with every day some color was added to his life. He started writing again, and she even found his lines once, turning some of them into colorful quotes on the bookstore walls just to surprise him the next morning and see his bright smile again. He was getting better, and she was happy about it, but he couldn’t help but feel that she was heading in the complete opposite direction this whole time.

Every passing day her aunt would feel a little worse, and every passing day she’d worry about her health more and more. They’d visit her and talk to her, keeping her company from time to time, but every single time it was more than obvious that this was an illness there was no cure of. She became paler and thinner, her cheeks fell in and her eyes became glossy. Her bony fingers would reach up to them and tell them to take care of themselves and the store as good as possible up until the last day, and when she’d passed away and was buried deeply in the sand one unfortunate august morning, they were left on their own as the rightful owners of the store.

From then on, it was never the same. He’d noticed already long ago how she clung onto him while in public and how she trembled from interactions with people because of horrible anxiety, but after the death of her aunt it got even worse. He’d find her sitting on the little couch at the back of the bookstore most of the times, reading away her time and sorrows, and most days he’d find her in her own little world. Their conversations became shorter, fading away completely for a while at some point, and he stood behind the cash register, scribbling some lines in this notebook and keeping an eye on her, making sure she healed her heart and soul properly, giving her time and space to do so.

He’d promised to take her to the sea a long time ago, and after weeks had passed and she was still not getting any better, he took her by the hand one day, closing up the store and leading her to his car. They spent a week at the sea, staying in a little wooden two-story house just a few hundreds of meters away from the shore. She’d stay under the warm blankets of the bed at first, telling him she was tired and that she didn’t want to go out anywhere, but he managed to eventually pull her along and show her the peace and solitude the sea could offer. They walked along the coast hand in hand, and talked out everything they hadn’t managed to tell each other for the last few weeks. He cooked for her in the evenings, or at least tried to, and she laughed every time he was clueless on what to do, giving him a helping hand and some instructions as he insisted that he wanted to be the one cooking. For the first time in weeks, she managed to smile and to seem happy again, and, as they walked down the shore one evening and were ready to go back to their accommodation for the very last time since it was their last day there, she turned to him, putting her hands on his chest and looking up into his eyes.

“I’m so glad I met you,” she said with a faint smile on her lips, and closed her eyes as a rather violent breeze of wind sent her hair flying in the air, and caused him to wrap his arms around her waist a little tighter. 

“I don’t know what I would’ve done without you at a time like this..” she trailed off, looking to her right an into the sea as she suddenly felt one of his hands unwrap and make it’s way to her face, holding her chin lightly and turning her head to face him.

“Can I kiss you?" he asked quietly, and patiently waited for a response than he never got, because she did it without hesitation, feeling no need to answer as it was more than obvious already. He was pleasantly surprised by the way her lips felt on his, so unbelievably soft and well-shaped, just right to be kissed by him and only him. Her taste was even sweeter than he’d imagined, and he found it hard to tear himself away as she started giggling, asking him if it was okay to kiss for so long if it was their first time. Upon seeing how embarrassed he was, she quickly reassured him it was fine, and that she didn’t mind, taking the responsibility of leading him back to their little one-week seaside home by tugging him along by his sleeve again.

It started raining that evening, and he found her sitting in the attic room, on the beautiful mattress bed that was located right next to the window and surrounded by cushions and fairy lights. He carefully made his way to her, and from the looks she gave him, understood he had her permission to sit next to her on the bed, legs-crossed, and pull her into his lap just to wrap his arms around her only seconds later. She was about to read, twisting the chosen book in her hands, but seemingly changed her mind when he joined her, putting the book down on her lap and staring at it.

„What is it with you and reading?” he asked curiously, pinning his head against hers. He knew he was reading because it was a nice form of entertainment, and it used to fill the void that a lack of adventures and a monotone lifestyle had caused him to feel. He thought that most people had a reasoning behind why they read, and he wanted to know hers.

„It takes me away from reality," she said quietly, studying the back cover of her book carefully, and pausing a little. He tugged at her, indicating he wanted to hear the rest of her story, and she let a sigh escape her mouth.

"Since I can remember I’ve been afraid of the world. There were too many things, places and faces to recall and remember, and too many things going on to process. I’ve felt alarmed and anxious at every given moment, and sinking into a book kind of helped, as I was able to take a look at another universe. Another story that I didn’t participate and star in, but rather a story that I could simply watch develop and take turns for the best or the worst from afar. I didn’t have to worry, because I wasn’t the one experiencing the troubles and all of the bothersome moments, it was the main character of the book. I was just someone who viewed them from the distance, not taking part in anything that happened. I never really wanted to live my own life, as watching someone else’s unfold was less frightening…”

“What about now? You were talking in a past tense.. Do you still feel the same way now?" he questioned, and felt her body stiffen a little. She silently thought about it, and he buried his face in her shoulder, placing tiny kisses and feeling her body slowly relax.

"It’s.. Getting better, let’s say it like that.." she closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling of him being his close, fully resting and leaning her body on his and throwing her head back.

"I love you," he suddenly blurted out completely out of nowhere, his face still buried in her skin, "and if anything ever bothers you, just tell me. I’ll take care of it.”

He heard her chuckle, and she snuggled her head up to his.

“I want you to feel alright, and I will try my best to keep you away from being sad, so you could feel pleased and satisfied with the way life goes on. You saved me from fading away before I was able to experience life properly, and I’m begging you to save me again, because I can’t really picture life without you anymore..”

She stayed silent, closing her eyes and taking in his words. He sounded as if she was about to leave him, but she understood the reasoning behind his tone. She’s been gone for weeks, and, even though physically they’ve been inseparable, her mind was wandering places his mind wasn’t able to access, and he’s simply missed her.

“I love you too, Yongguk…” she whispered softly, kissing the top of his head.

They spent the evening together, talking some more and preparing to go back home the next day, dreaming of being able to spend their days at the bookstore again, more or less the same way they used to.

She recovered soon, and the further they went in their relationship, the more they opened up to the whole world. An inseparable double combo that couldn’t be shaken by anything or anyone, together much stronger than they were when they were going their separate ways not too long ago. They both shone brightly when they were together, and everyone who had ever walked into the bookstore had caught at least a little glimpse of how real love looks like. Everything was meant to go only uphill, and it did. That is, until one faithful moment.

It took a year from their first kiss. A year for Yongguk to show up first in the store before her, and sit there waiting for her, the coffee he had bought earlier that morning slowly cooling off with every passing minute that she was absent. It took a year to receive the phone call he’ll never be able to forget, and it took him less than ten minutes to get to the hospital, forgetting absolutely everything on his way as he couldn’t think straight anymore. It took him hours of waiting in the cold, blank corridors to get the news, and it took him only seconds to let tears slide down his cheeks as he heard the unfortunate news. He stayed beside her in the hospital, refusing to leave her side even for a second until closing time for visitors came around, and he had to be dragged and kicked out of the room. He refused to go back home, staying in the bookstore instead and taking his mind off of things with reading.

He’d come back every single day, hoping to see her awake again, wanting to hear her voice and wanting to see her smile. Hell, she could scream at him and he’d still be thankful, but instead she wouldn’t move. The damage caused by the car crash had been too much for her fragile body to handle, and even though all of the wounds have seemingly been stitched up, she wouldn’t wake up. She didn’t show any signs of recovery, and the only thing keeping her alive and breathing were the many machines tangled up and attached to her body. She laid in the hospital bed, looking like the sleeping beauty, except a kiss couldn’t wake her from her slumber. Nothing could, not the doctors, not his prayers, not her damaged body that was incapable of guaranteeing her survival in this world anymore. Nothing.

It was a cold winter evening when the decision was made to disconnect her from the machines. He was right there by her side, just like he’d been this whole time, and watched her last moments, wishing she’d open her eyes and tell him all of it was a bad dream, tugging at his sleeve and leading him back to the bookstore…

It never happened.

The life support machines were shut off, and the little line on the monitor that jumped up and down, showing her heartbeat, started moving slower and slower, up until it stopped moving completely. He held her hand, squeezing it a bit as he refused to let tears slip from his eyes, up until she faded away from this world completely, but not from his life.

That evening he came back to the bookstore, and curled up on the sofa at the very back of the room. With only the fairy lights on, he could barely make out the place. The spot where he’d talked to her for the very first time was right in front of him, and further down that aisle was the spot where they shared their first embrace. To his right was a bookshelf she could never reach, and one that he had to constantly take books from whenever she ordered, and to his left was their favorite place to steal tiny afternoon kisses at as they crossed each other’s paths in the middle of a busy workday, as it was probably the only place in the room where they could share a quick kiss unnoticed by the customers. The spot next to him on the sofa felt so empty it physically hurt, and, as he couldn’t let any more tears escape him since they’d all been shed already, his hand reached to grab the little notebook he’s always been carrying around.

“I want to find you,
Where am I going?
To the place where you are
A better day.
You’re like an angel…”

His mind was too tired to make sense of the lines, and as he couldn’t stop seeing shadows, forms and shapes all around him that reminded him of the better days, he wandered off to find a book to read.

After this short time he was able to spend with her, this was the first time he really understood what she meant when she told him why she liked reading. He quietly sat there, scanning page after page up and down in order to forget the reality he didn’t want to live in anymore. He didn’t want to be the main character, and he didn’t want to participate in this story of his anymore, so he quietly read, seeing another story unfold right in front of his eyes and in his imagination, one where he didn’t suffer and one where the person getting hurt at the very end wasn’t him…

A story she never existed in, so she didn’t have to die..

It’s been years now since her death, and every day Yongguk could still be found in that bookstore, standing behind the cash register or helping customers with things and smiling. Every day he’d come back there with two cups of tea or coffee in his hands, drinking one of them and letting the other one stay on the counter just to get cold and get thrown away later. Every day he waited for her, imagining she’d come around, rushing into the store half an hour after opening time and apologizing for being late. 

And every day, at exactly 10.04 AM, he would sigh, knowing that a drunk driver and a phone call at that same exact time had ruined all of this happiness and the life they were supposed to spend together years ago, leaving him to stay alone at the only place her presence still felt mildly noticeable at and read.

DenNor - Mark My Words

As he wakes, blinking hazily and stretching aching muscles, Søren’s gaze immediately goes to the new design drawn into the skin of his bicep.

Evidently, his soulmate has given into his tattoo obsession once more.

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Colleagues Pt. 1/? --- Jason Todd x fem. reader

Y/N works for Wayne Enterprises as an intern while they are trying to pay their way through college. Jason is deciding to take part in the family business leading to a clumsy first meeting with y/n. 
This is my first fic so a little bit of slack is greatly appreciated. Hope you guys enjoy and trust me, I have so much more planned.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 965

The internship at Wayne Enterprises was a dream come true. The barely over minimum wage job back at your college library just wasn’t paying the bills anymore. Then this puppy landed right on your lap.

Experience? Check. Experience with a high profile billionaire? Check. But most importantly it provided actual checks.

With (y/c/h) styled back out of your face and a nasty midterm paper burning for attention on your laptop, you were typing away swiftly trying to align Mr. Wayne’s appointments.

You weren’t the only one working in the various cubicles so you did not bother looking up every time footsteps approached you. This included the two pairs of footsteps currently headed towards your desk. Refusing to partake in any distraction that would keep you from getting home early, you did not bother raising your head when they appeared to stop before you. Someone cleared their throat and you finally glanced up. 

Into a bright pair of hardened blue eyes. You quickly shot up knocking stuff off your desk and you clumsily tried fixing the mess. 

“Ah, Mr. Wayne, I am so sorry,” you finally decided your attempt at fixing the mess only furthered the embarrassment so you finally take a deep breath and look at him.

“It is quite alright Ms. Y/L/N. I hope I did not startle you.” he says with actual sympathy. This just enflamed the embarrassment running fiery hot in your red cheeks. 

“Oh, no sir. Sorry, I was concentrated on my work,” you brushed a stray piece of y/c/h hair of your face and give him an attempt at a winning smile. Only to hear a snort come from behind Mr. Wayne.

You tilt your head to get a look at the man lending his two-cents. He is taller than Bruce by the smallest amount to be noticeable, has jet black hair that falls naturally back excusing a few strands of hair of which one is white, and he has the devil written on his face. Excuse the attractiveness, you give the man the best glare to accommodate his gentlemanly snort.

“What can I do for you sir?” you ask politely turning back to Mr. Wayne.

“I wanted to ask if you do not mind making copies of emails that I am going to send to you and having them on my desk tonight?” he asks.

No. No can do. College and all that jazz.

“Yes, of course sir,” you chirp and throw in that ‘dazzling’ smile just for kicks.

He returns with a handsome grin and thanks you. He walks by you towards his office with his partner-in-crime following suit.

When you think they are gone you bend down underneath your desk to pick up a mini Eiffel Tower that had been send airborne amidst the turmoil that is your awkwardness.

“Don’t forget about this,” you hear a deep voice from behind causing you to jump and hit your head on the 3 inches of solid wood. 

The man snorts clueing you into his identity. You look at him glaring while he has an easy smile resting on his face intensifying your irritation. Grabbing the photograph out of his hand, you place it back on your desk with a mumbled thanks.

You sit down hoping he can take a hint better than he can use his manners. 

“I am Jason,” he says with a smooth undertone. 

Ah, any other day and with any other interruption maybe buddy,

“Cool,” you respond maybe too harshly but giving your name just suggests a want for further conversation. You start typing again hopefully ridding of Jason once and for all but his figure lingers behind you still. 

“Who is that?” he asks and you look over your shoulder to see where he is pointing.

“Oh, um, that’s my nephew,” you say awkwardly. He is referring to the picture he had picked up for you. He then pulls a brave stunt and leans against your desk right next to your computer forcing you to take in his presence.

“Listen, pal. I don’t want to be rude but I have a lot of work to get done and I would appreciate the space to do it,“ you say coolly. He looks confused and stares at me. 

“What?” you ask exasperated at this point.

“Do you know who I am?” he asks obviously amused.

“Yes, Jason, we have been over this.” you say waving my hand.

He chuckles and crosses his arms. Then it hits you.

“Wait, are you Jason Todd?” you ask wincing. 

“In the flesh,” he laughs and outstretches his arms.

Great, now you have ticked off the boss’ dead-then-mysteriously-alive son. You rub your face and groan.

He laughs again.

“I propose a bargain,” he says and you look at him questioningly.

“And that would be..”

“Go out with me and I will forget about this when talking to dear ole dad,” he smirks feeling victorious. This only infuriates you more.

“Listen, Jason,” you stand up and jab a finger at his chest, “How about instead, we don’t go on a pity date, there is no blackmailing and you just don’t talk to your dad about our encounter and I can continue my work while you go fencing or whatever you rich people do,” 

His eyes widen while yours just roll back in your head. Just then the phone rings and you pick it up.

“Wayne Enterprises. How can I assist you?” you say into the phone and sit down, making sure to face away from Jason. You help the customer and swivel your chair around to find him gone. 

With a whole night of work ahead of you, Jason will be the last thing on your mind. But that is definitely not the case for the not-so-smug-now Wayne kid that night. 

Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…
—  Timothy Leary