#i wrote this really fast becasue I just really needed to write

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glad to see u back ! ^-^ take your time writing this, you must be tired

general relationship sfw and nsfw hcs of jeff or / and liu with a reader that is pretty rude and quiet with people except their boyfriend? (feel free to choose one of them or maybe both ! <3) they can be rude to people sometimes, but with their boyfriend theyre just so much softer. they are still a bit quiet, but the cold and mean attitude is kind of gone (they can still be sarcastic sometimes.), they listen to them carefully and make sure to be patient with them. the reader is just an observer. gn or male would be nice!

take care!! >_<

Jeff the Killer and Homicidal Liu with male observant reader!

➥ Hi hello love!! Im back im here!! here you go sweetie! No NSWF im so sorry dove but just no thoughts head empty! T^T

I wrote something similar for Jeff so you can see it here if you want more! :)

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☆ Jeff the Killer

Same!! Jeff is meanie and a tease to other people (to you sometimes too!) but you are kinda special - maybe becasue you are his boyfriend? Who knows! He just cant help but have soft spot for you! You and Jeff will be partners in crimes 100%, both causing chaos and misery! Anyways, your personality make him melt - he loves the fact that he is this special person and only he can see you like this. I believe Jeff would be pretty jealous and possesive partner, so you definitely make it all easier! He is also pretty sarcastic person to everyone so he finds himself pretty well in your company. Jeff also appretiates how patient you are with him. There is no suprise that he is an asshole and his mood can switch pretty fast and deep down he is many many issues, so its important to him to have understanding boyfriend! Also definitely overuse th fact that you are such a observer and wants to know what did you learn about someone - he will use it later against them lol.

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☆ Homicidal Liu

Liu also adores that! The only thing he need in life is feeling safe and loved, and you are the best person to do that! Loves hearing you out and be heard, and due to his mental health issues, he needs someone patient and soft. No worries, you got the same in return! I believe Liu would be pretty cold too, maybe not mean but just..distant? when hanging around people he doesnt really know. He is either just quiet or his answers are pretty short. Also used to sarcasm, he uses it on daily basis. Doesnt mind you being quiet, he is on more calm side too! Not to the point when he will be like 🧍standing and just staring, not making any noise, but he isnt the most crazy and spontanious one. He loves the fact that he is so special to you that you are way softer and arent a meanie, man you feed his ego so much. Amazing boyfriend for amazing boyfriend!

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[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Among the Exhibits - Sterek Museum AU

Derek Hale is the director of the Beacon Hills Museum and the local expert in the fields of anthropology, palaentology and archaeology. Stiles is the enthusiastic college student who visits the museum almost every other day, studying among the exhibits and looking for job openings. Derek dismisses him at first, but then one day, Stiles accidentally leaves his study notes at the museum and Derek finds then when he’s doing a final sweep of the museum. Curious about what Stiles is studying and why he’s so intent on being at the museum, he takes a look inside and finds a mix of notes from entomology to archaeology. All the notes are really in depth, colour coded and at a level of study that should be beyond a college student. He hates to admit it, but he’s impressed.

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  Derek stared at his computer, watching the blinking curser that sat, unmoving, on the blank page. His mind was reeling with fragmented thoughts that he didn’t seem to be able to string together.

He slouched back in his chair, running his hand down his face.

He turned and looked out the clear windows of his office which overlooked the main lobby of the museum, a small fleet of stairs leading from his door and into a small alcove hidden behind the offices. Across the lobby, he could see the models of whales and schools of fish that were suspended from the ceiling and lit by the walls of windows. To the far side of the lobby, beyond the front desk, he could see the open doorway that led into the exhibits of dinosaurs, deep sea creatures, and entomology.

“Stuff it,” he muttered to himself, pushing back his chair and rising to his feet. He shrugged on his khaki bomber jacket and made his way out of the office. He pulled the door shut behind himself, pausing to look at the brass plate: Dr. Derek Hale. Director of Beacon Hills Museum.

He trudged down the stairs, smiling to patrons and briefly saying ‘Hello’ as he passed and made his way down to the museum café.

The barista already knew his order off by heart and began to make it before Derek had the chance to order. He fitted a lid onto the paper cup and passed it over the counter to Derek.

Derek thanked him, paid and began to make his way through the museum. He stepped over to the front desk, reaching over and snatching one of the chocolate chip cookies that Lydia kept hidden behind her desk.

Lydia shot a dirty glare at him.

Derek smiled back at her and bit into the biscuit. “How’s everything going down here?”

“Good,” Lydia replied. “We did have a lost child earlier today—she had walked off on her mum because she wanted to look at the dinosaurs. That issue was resolved quickly and aside from that and a couple of issues with group bookings for the Egyptian exhibit, nothing eventful has happened.”

Derek nodded thoughtfully. He turned to walk away when Lydia said, “Oh, and the guy—Stiles—was here a little while ago, asking if there’s any job openings.”

“There’s no job openings,” Derek said. “But if something comes up, I’ll let you know and he can apply like anyone else.”

Lydia shrugged and turned back to her work.

Derek turned and walked away, making his way towards the open doorway that led into the dinosaur exhibit. This is where his love for palaeontology and archaeology had begun; years ago, when his mother had brought him to the museum and he had stood beneath the towering skeletons of mighty beasts. He had looked upon them with such wonder and admiration that he knew then that he would grow up to uncover their secrets. And he had; he had gotten degrees in anthropology, palaeontology and archaeology. He had travelled the world uncovering the fossilised remains of dinosaurs and ancient ruins. He had been the adventurer he had dreamed of being as a child.

But that dream broke when he was called in to identify the victims of war, tragedies and natural disasters, he had pulled bodies from rubble and looked at the corpses of children. He had built relief centres and given identities to many of the bodies, but it was those he couldn’t identify that haunted him the most.

He drew himself back to reality, noticing the young man who sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall and writing something in a thick notebook. His satchel sat by his side, full of notebooks and scattered pieces of paper while a small pile of text books sat by his other side. His thick brown hair was a tousled mess and his dark brown eyes were intently focused on whatever it was he was writing. HIs lips quivered slightly as he uttered the words to himself.

He had seen him there before, many times. He was a college student who attended the campus over the road and came here almost every afternoon. He’s find an exhibit and sit down. Derek had always though that it was to study; trying to find a place where he wouldn’t be disturbed, but when the museum got busy and noisy, he didn’t move.

Derek had learned to ignore him.

Derek turned and walked away, making his way through to the hallway that led to the small outside garden with a pool of crystal-clear water. The rocky walls surrounding it were covered in trickling rivulets of water.

It was peaceful, serine.

Derek sat down on one of the benches and hung his head in his hands. He breathed in deeply, smelling the sweet water and the rich petrichor. He felt his shoulders drop and his tensions wash away as he listened to the soft sounds of running water.

After a while, he straightened his back and sipped at his coffee.

The fragmented thoughts returned, except this time he was able to string them together.

He pulled the small notepad out of his jacket pocket and made a quick note of his thoughts before pocketing the booklet and rising to his feet. He tossed the paper cup into the nearby recycling bin and made his way back through the museum.

Lydia would have made the announcement that the museum was closing by now, so Derek began his final sweeps, slightly disturbed by how quiet and lifeless the rooms were without patrons.

He made his way back past the dinosaurs, pausing when he caught sight of a small notebook that lay on the floor. He crouched down and picked it up.

The tattered cover had frayed around the edges and the gold text that read ‘NOTES’ had been worn away. Down the bottom was a scrawl of pen, a name: Stiles Stilinski.

Curiosity winning him over, he flipped open the cover and looked through the pages of notes; notes on entomology, archology, planetology, engineering, and everything in between. He didn’t seem to have a focus of study or a singular interest, but it wasn’t just simply writing things down to learn. Derek flipped through the pages that had been thumbed smooth, looking at the in-depth notes, annotated essays and critical papers, colour-coded notes and pages of highlighting.

The notes were at a level of study that was beyond a college student, and Derek hated to admit it, but he was impressed.

The notes from today were on the process of fossilisation and carbon dating. Slotted in between the pages was a printed journal article, one that Derek knew well; one that Derek had written.

Derek flipped through the few blank pages at the end of the book before spying the final page, a messy list of dissertation titles, plans and a printed biography of Derek from the Museum website.

Derek let out a weak chuckle, closing the notebook and making his way back up to his office. He dropped the tattered notebook on his desk and collected his laptop, a few books and papers and slid them into his satchel. He stepped toward the door and hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at Stiles’ notebook.

He stepped back over to his desk and picked it up, carefully sliding it into his bag before stepping over to the stairs, switching off the light and closing the door behind himself.

Lydia was waiting for him by the door. He locked everything up and walked her out to her car.

“You look… chipper,” Lydia remarked, smiling up at him.

Derek rolled his eyes.

“Come on,” Lydia urged, gently nudging Derek’s arm. “What is it?”

“Goodnight, Lydia,” Derek said, unable to hide his smile.

Lydia pouted, but let it drop. She got into her car and started the engine, reversing out of her parking spot and waving to Derek as she left.

Derek waved goodbye before getting into his own car.

      The museum was quiet, as it usually is at that time. The sunlight streamed in through the windows, bathing the open rooms in light.

Derek sat at his computer, glancing down at the small notebook he carried around and the notes he had jotted down yesterday. His nimble fingers, darted across the keyboard, the thin black letters filling out the pages as his mind began to clear.

There was a loud bang.

Derek bolted upright, rushing to his office door as he saw someone run towards the front desk. He could hear panicked screaming but couldn’t make out the words.

He grabbed Stiles’ tattered notebook and made his way downstairs.

“Please,” he heard a panicked voice beg. “I’m sure I left it here. Are you sure you haven’t found anything?”

Derek stepped around the corner to see Stiles bracing himself against the front desk, his shoulders heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“That depends on what you’re looking for,” Derek interjected, his voice calm and steady as he looked at the rugged young man.

“One of my notebooks. It had notes for my essay that I’m writing but I dropped it when I was here yesterday—I’m sure I dropped it here,” Stiles stammered.

Derek held up the tattered old notebook. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

Relief washed over Stiles. “Yes.”

Derek held it out for him and Stiles took it, thanking him profusely.

The young man turned and started to make his way back towards the large glass doors when Derek’s voice stilled him, “Stiles.”

He turned around and looked at Derek.

“That’s some great work you’ve done there,” Derek complimented. He paused for a moment. “There aren’t any job openings currently, but if you’re still looking for a supervisor for your dissertation, I’d be happy to take you on.”

Stiles’ face lit up with a bright smile, his dark brown eyes sparkling like gold as he frantically nodded. “That… That would be fantastic… Thank you. Thank you, sir.”

“Derek,” he corrected politely. “Call me Derek.”

Stiles nodded. “Thank you, Derek.”

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NO MONEY IS WORTH LOOSING YOU~ DPR REM

Request: How about a bet au with dpr rem (scotty) if you write for him if no then bloo please with a fluffy ending please

Picture comes from Scott's instagram ( @dprrem)

A/N: I wonder why there aren't any gifs for this man. I mean he is hot af. Anyway I finally wrote this ( was the hardest one so far because I totaly didn't know how to start writing this). I'm sorry you needed to wait for so long for that one and I hope you gonna like it.

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of sex

Word Count: 988

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE I'M SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES

Saturday. A day you have been always spending with your fiance. No matter what was happening, Saturday was the day free from work for you and Scott. At the beginning of your realationship it was hard to get him away from work for even an hour but after three years you managed to turn it into whole day which was a big sucess. However this Saturday was different becasue you and Scott were catching up with DPR. You haven't seen the boys for some time because they were constantly working, so when Christian invited everyone to his house for a small gathering between the closest people it made you really happy.

"Baby, are you ready ? We need to head out if we don't want to be late" Scott's head pooped out behind the door while you were putting on your earrings.

"Yeah, I'm almost done" you turned around to him and gave him a warm smile. You clipped the earing on your left ear and got up immediately to put on your shoes.

" You look stunning" you blushed at the compliment. Even tought you were dating Scott for three years now, he was still making your heart go crazy.

You pecked your boyfriend's lips as in saying thank you for his sweet words.

"We should really go now" you said and kissed Scott one more time.

"Yes, we should " he grabbed keys to his car.

Arriving to Christian's took you less than forty minutes which was a really good time considering the fact that he lived on the other side of Seoul.

You and Scott were the last ones to get there which gave Cline and Cream opportunity to tease you two.

"Oh look who decided to show up "

" It took them so long because they had sex before coming" they had a lot of fun in making jokes about yours and Scott's relationship but it was never a problem to you. You liked that side of DPR boys, the one showing that they aren't all that mature as it might have seemed.

"It nice to see you too boys" you smiled at them and sat between Christian and Dabin across from your boyfriend, you sent him a smile.

Time with them went by really fast. You were laughing, eating and drinking soju as always . Everyone seemed happy. Atmosphere got even better when Dabin started to tell a story from his childhood to which Cline completly disagreeded.

"YAH!!! WHY ARE YOU LAYING? IT WASN'T LIKE THAT"

"THE HELL YOU SCREAMING AT ME BRO"

Everyone in the room was dying out of laughing at this little fight that occured between the two. That is when you decided to go to bathroom. Your legs were a little bit sore from sitting which made getting up a little bit harder.

You haven't spent a long period of time in the bathroom before you went back to the living room to join the rest.

You were already going into living room, when you got stoped in your track by the conversation that had a place at that moment.

" You should thank us, you know!" you reconized that this voice belonged to Cream, he was triping over his own words which was a sign of him being slightly drunk.

"Thank you? For what?" You could sens a smile in Scott's voice when he said that.

"If i wasn't for that bet we made you would never asked Y/N out and she wouldn't be your fiancee now"

"What bet?" All of the boys got pale at the sound of your voice. Scott's head immediately turned torwards you and the sight of tears welled up in your eyes completly destroyed him.

"Y/N ... Baby " he tried to come near you but it was immposible.

You didn't even know how you got out of Christian's apartament. Tears that were running down your face made seeing what was infront of you difficult

"Y/N!! BABY WAIT" Scott screamed at the top of his lungs. He runned after you, but you didn't want to stop, you didn't want him to touch you or talk to you.

A loud sob esceped your lips, you were trembling which made you slow down.

That made possible for Scott to catch up to you. You got trappted between his strong arms, he turned you around anh hugged you. You were hitting him in order to get away from him, your sobs even louder than they were before. He didn't let you go.

It took you a while to calm down, you were still in Scott's arms which was something you absolutely hated by you at that moment.

"At the beginig it was all a bet..." Scott's soft voice ripped the silence between you two. You wanted to stop him from talking, you wanted to curse at him and never see him again, but something inside you was telling you that if you did so you wouldn't be happy at all.

"But then... when I got to meet you, when I've spend time with you... it... it wasn't a bet anymore because I have fallen for you so fucking hard. I never even tought that I could love anyone as much as I love you, no money is worth loosing you." He sobbed into your neck.

At this point both of you were a one crying mess, you were hurt and angry and dissapointed, but you loved him and you knew that if it really was only a bet you two wouldn't be preparing your wedding. No matter how your realationship started what matters is where it's heading

"You won't lose me, just don't be a dick anymore" you laughed trought tears and looked up at him.

Yeah, you did love him quite a lot

[futurewriter2000]

Let’s get pissed

Today sucked. Yes, it mf sucked. I didn’t know I can curse as much as I did today. Like, new record. 

So, FIRSTLY what happend was that my math teacher like - fuck him. Like how can he even say those things to students and not be ashamed of himself. To say that we are unintelligent dumbasses who can’t think for themselves just because they didn’t ask a question. Like, I’m sorry for thinking and figuring out the (math) problem on my own because whenever I aske him a question, he decides to be curt and mean, shouting at me for not knowing something he studies and repeats for 60 years of his life. Do you know how that makes me feel? For someone calling me stupid and unintelligent? Does he even know what is going on in my life. I’m great at math. Fucking amazing at it but yeah maybe I did fail my test because my family life is a bit fucked up at the moment and I don’t live in the middle of the forest where everything is quiet and peacful like he does. 

SECONDLY, what happened was English class. Oh, yeah let’s talk about English class. BECAUSE GOD JUST LOVES TO FUCK WITH ME DOESN’T HE! Because he knows how much I love English and he knows how much I love to write in English but nooo, my professor had a bad day and we got our tests back and I got a 3 with ONE POINT to get a 4. And my answer was correct and it said “was” on the answer sheet but the letter a was a bit fucked up because I fixed it from the word “is” to the word “ was” but it was clear that that word was the letter “was”. And I went up to her and I asked her why is it wrong and she told me that she doesn’t know what that word meant: And I was like ??? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT WORD WAS! IT’S THE WORD “WAS” WITH A CLEAR LETTER W a bit fucked up letter a and a clear letter S. W.a.S. Andf like from my classmate who writes for shit and makes words look like a wavy line she is telling me she couldn’t read that word! And she knows I’m good at English and SHE KNOWS I love English! And I said “ It’s a was.” and she replied. “ Not to me, it’s not.”. So I sat down and tried to find another mistake and I did. My answer was correct just two words were switched up. And I went up to her and told her why is this wrong and she told me because two words are switched up. And I asked her that why does that matter because no matter how many words are switched up, the Present Simple is still converted into Past Simple and technically the sentance is correct either way, whether the two words are switched up or not. And she said. “ Not for me.”. So I told her about another mistake that was about “ did live” and “lived” which are both correct but still she told me that “lived” is wait for this...MORE correct thatn “did live”. LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?!?!? I found 3 points which I should get and she doesn’t want to give even one for me to get a fucking 4. The point is that it’s not even about the grade. I don’t care if I get a 4 or a 3 but like the fact that she knows that this 3 is about to lower my average at English class and that we both know that what I wrote was correct and that my thinking was correct she still went like “I know you didn’t study becasue you think you know English. Learn a lesson.” . The point is that it’s not fair for her to decide whether something is MORE correct than the other answer. The point that I will come to some American or English dude and tell him “ yes, he did live there.” or “ yes, he lived there.” he will understand it. The point is that RULES IN ENGLISH LANGUAGE are not used IN REAL LIFE!.It’s not like I’m gonna say a sentance to a man and think about it if I should say it in active or passive. And the worst part is that my friend who is from another country and she is struggling with slovenian (which is my mothertongue and the official language we speak in my country) and she’s struggling with tests because of it and english as well, she had the same mistakes as me and IF this professor was fair she would understand at least a bit and give her a passing grade instead of BEING A BITCH and tell her “ Well, you’re getting better at least. It’s a negative grade but your getting better.” LIKE FUCK YOU! SHE IS ALREADY SPEAKING FOUR LANGUAGES PLUS SHE’S GETTING BETTER WITH SLOVENE WHICH IS 5 AND I’D LIKE TO SEE THE PROFESSOR SWITCH UP FROM MACEDONIAN TO BOSNIAN TO SLOVENIAN TO ENGLISH! LIKE FUCK HER!  Honestly, when we get those answer sheets back imma throw that shit into gabrbage right in front of her nose because if she thinks my English will be defined by those stupid mistakes and that stupid grade than she is fucking wrong! She really is going to see hell from me, now on. 

Yeah, school pisses me off a lot.

Thirdly...let’s say my sister brought her ex HERE! To our apartment. My dad went into a night shift and my sister used that as a chance to bring her ex or whatever he is, they weren’t really dating, but she brought him. And backstory. That prick cheated on her, told her shit, made her feel like shit, made her cry like every three months if not monthly and that was happening for 4 years. Yes, four. Since I started High School. So, I hate the guy. I hate him and he is the worst. What he does, to those girls, what he does to his friends, how he uses people...he’s a horrible guy. Drugs, alcohol... I hate him. I really do. I just don’t like people who use other people, that’s it.  Anyways, my sister called him. AND MY HEAD WAS ABOUT TO OPEN AND RIP HERS OFF HER NECK BECAUSE SHE KNOWS HOW MUCH I HATE HIM AND SHE KNOWS HOW UNCOMFORTABLE AND ANXIOUS HE MAKES ME FEEL AND SHE KNOWS THAT RIGHT NOW I AM ABOUT AS THIS CLOSE TO KILLING HER AND HIM. And she dragged her friend to reason with my anger. hohoho...like clearly she can’t fight her battles herself with me and her friend was like “ look she won’t listen to me so i support her. You should do the smae.” LIKE EXCUSE ME! YOUR BEST FRIEND CALLED A GUY OVER WHEN EVERYBODY KNOWS HOW THIS GUY RUINS HER AND YOU JUST SUPPORT HER! LIKE YEAH! IF SHE SAID SHE WAS GOING TO KILL HERSELF, YOU’D GO LIKE “ Yea, look she won’t listen to me so I support her. You should do the same.” LIKE ARE YOU REALLY THAT DUMB! WHAT KIND OF A BEST FRIEND SAYS THAT THEY SUPPORT THEIR BEST FRIEND TO GO RUIN THEMSELVES! SHE IS MY SISTER! MY SISTER! MY SISTER WHO I HAVE BEEN THE ONE COMFORTING HER FOR THE PAST 4 YEARS WHENEVER HE FUCKED UP! WHO WAS THERE TO WIPE HER TEARS AND WRAP MY ARMS AROUND HER AND CALM HER DOWN FOR HOURS AND HOURS! WHERE WERE YOU HUH! WHERE WERE YOU THEN! YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT!  And then she said- hahaha- yeah, she said “ You’ve never experianced what is like being in love. It blinds you.” - Like first of all, I did and she doesn’t know shit about my life because I don’t tell everybody my private life. And secondly, love blinds you, yes BUT GOD IT DOESN’T MAKE YOU THAT STUPID! FOR 4 YEARS! I have done nothing to my sister to betray her. I have done nothing to disrespect her because I know that she took care of me when I was a baby but to see myself being used like that. To see her choose him over me, over and over again. That shit hurts! That shit hurts so much and it feels like the worst betrayal. It feels worst than a heartbreak and it feels worst to see somebody who you have known all your life, trusted in them everything, to see them exploit it...to see them exploit me. I just don’t think I can ever forgive her for that. I didn’t even get an apology. I didn’t even get a sorry... and you know what... she’s not getting me back this time. Not anymore. Now she really is on her own.

Okay, last thing. Yes, I’m making this really long. I mentioned it a lot of time that my dad is an agressive drunk. Yes, I’m just kind of giving that out there. He puts me through hell almost every day. Now, my best friend who is working in a bar where my dad goes to, says “Your dad is funny.”. Oh, don’t we all know it. HE IS JUST HILARIOUS ISN’T HE! IT’S SO GREAT TO SEE A DRUNK BEING FUNNY! HE IS SO SO SO SO SO SO FUNNY! Yeah. You know what else is funny. The time he came home and started throwing plates at us. You know what else is funny, being a kid and being scared every night and feel your heart beating so fast when you hear somoene unlocking the door at 1 am, afraid he will get another of his episodes. You know what’s funny too? Funny thing is thata he almost cut his own fingers because he THOUGHT my mom was cheating on me.  Because he heard a RUMOR! My mom didn’t cheat on him until she decided to leave him and get herself a life she truly desereved. Funny things, like a 11 year old child seeing their father lose their minds and ripping his shirt off of him and shouting and giving my mother as well as me death threats. Funny, how when I was in the worst situation, he decided to attack me and I ran away. And funny how I needed to go back home and still live with this monster. IT’S FUNNY! RIGHT! IT’S SO FUNNY THAT IT JUST MAKES YOUR STOMACH ACHE FROM ALL THE LAUGHTER! 

IT’S SO FUNNY BEING SOMEONE WHO HIDES EVERYTHING INSIDE OF THEM! EVERY EMOTION, EVERY SECRET, THE FEARS, THE AGONY OF THEIR LIFE. And you know what’s the worst part. When you tell someone “ I’ve had a bad day.” they reply with “ Just get over it. You’re only 18. You don’t know how hard life can get.”

And this makes me cry.

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Jimin 1

I’ve only written up to five chapters. I wrote all in one day so please understand haha. I will definitely write more, don’t worry. I think I just wrote everything out of me today.

CHAPTER 5

FULL-TIME

The boys were back in Korea. It had been a month since the photoshoot. I decided to stay the rest of July in San Diego with my family. Business with BTS was done and it was summer vacation so I had no work to worry about anyway. However, my month was up and I had to head back to my reality. As I arrived in Korea, I received a text from BTS’s manager. He asked if I had arrived safely and if I was free for the night.

I arrived at the building of BigHit entertainment. I texted their manager that I was there and waited for him to bring me inside. We went through the same procedure but this time instead of signing me in, he handed me an I.D.

“You’ve been working for us so here’s a temporary ID. You can use this to enter now so you wouldn’t have to call me or Su Jee.” he explains.

He brought me into one of the meeting halls and a video was showing on display. The words read “Summer Repackage 2020 in San Diego”. I was there to watch the video and they invited me in because I was a part of the whole thing. They thanked me for playing a huge role for the shoot. Some employees even joked around, calling me one of their co-workers. They played around that whole idea that I even considered officially applying. I said it as a joke but someone handed me an application form. It was a spur in the moment and I filled it out. As the night grew, I headed down to go back home and dropped off my application form in the lobby.

A few weeks have passed and I was in my office at school preparing for the new year when I received a call from a familiar number.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Ms. Y/F/N?”

“Yes, this is she.”

“I am calling on behalf of BigHit entertainment. I would like to congratulate you for being hired! You are now a part of our team. We sent you an email with the details and forms you would need to fill out. So please check it out as soon as possible. Congratulations!”

We end the call with me thanking the caller. I didn’t know what to do. School was about to start. So I head straight to my boss and check in with her. I told her about my current situation but I was still more than willing to teach classes if she needed me. She then sent me off and told me I was always welcomed back. The job as a coordi-noona (in this case dongseng becasue I was younger) is on a contract and would end sooner or later.

I check out my email and fill everything out at once. The directions were to print the papers out and turn them in. The next morning, I did just that. I entered the building with my temporary ID and met up with the rest of the crew. Su Jee catches me and congratulates me on being hired.

“Wow! Congrats friend. We’re co-workers now!” she cries out. She then goes back to what she was doing and Min Young brings me to the rest of the crew. BTS had a schedule tonight so we had to stay. We all gathered our tools and hung a bunch of clothes on the racks. I helped put them in the vans and we headed out. I haven’t even got the chance to see the members yet.

We arrived in KBS’s building. I was already in the dressing room setting up my little station with my brushes. I had organized the clothes as well. The boys were going to guest on a show tonight. So I had picked out clothes I thought best fit the theme of the show. As I was organizing, the boys entered the room. I was too busy to notice. Until it was time for them to get ready, Jin was the first one to say something.

“Y/N, you’re here!” he declares.

Everyone turns their heads to me and I was bombarded with smiling faces and one armed hugs.

“Yes, I’m here! And guess what? You’ll be seeing a lot of me.” I explain.

Jin then sits on my chair and asks me to start getting him ready. I was touched that he wanted me to work on him. The boys were so sweet sometimes. As I started doing his lips, his eyes kept looking around.

“Stop moving please.” I ask.

“I’m sorry but Jimin is watching us.” He tells me.

I panic and look for him. I couldn’t find him anywhere.

“I’m just kidding. Dang, you looked so fast.” Jin laughs.

I finish off his face and start thinking about San Diego and the elevator ride to my car with Jungkook and Taehyung. I smile to myself and Jin breaks my train of thought by saying, “I know, I know, I’m beautiful. It’s okay, you can think it.”

“What the heck I wasn’t even thinking about you.” I respond.

“I know, I’m just teasing. I know you were thinking about Jimin. Oh look, he’s next.” Jin says and I hit him as he stands up. This time, Jimin really was there waiting for his turn. He sits on the chair Jin was just sitting on. I was about to grab a brush when I finally look at Jimin’s face. His reflection on the mirror showed that he already had his makeup done.

“Wait, you’re already ready?”

“I know. Ji Sub noona told me to get my clothes from you.” He explains.

“Oh, okay.”

I got up to look through the rack of clothing and I could feel Jimin watching me through the mirror. I finally find an outfit and turn around to face him. Jimin stands up and I hold the clothes in front of him.

“Is it good?”

“Yeah, you look good. Go put it on.”

“I look good?” Jimin asks as he wiggles his eyebrows.

I scoff and push him to the dressing area and pull the curtains.

“Hurry up so I can adjust it.”

Jimin finally steps out of the curtain. The clothes were a perfect fit so I didn’t need to make adjustments. The director then calls the boys to head out to the recording room. The rest of the day passed and it was time to wrap up. The recording ended and we all headed home. We dropped off the boys to their dorm and went our separate ways.

After cleaning up and getting ready for bed, I receive a call. I answer it.

“Hello?”

“Y/N!” the voice on the other end answers. It was very familiar.

“Taehyung what do you want? Go to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep dude, hold on.”

My phone rings again but this time it was a facetime call. I give in and answer.

“What Tae?”

“Hey, who are you talking to--Y/N! Hi!” Jungkooks face appears on the screen.

“Hi Jungkook,” I sigh, “aren’t you guys tired? I’m so dead right now.”

“No, we can’t sleep. But Jimin hyung is sleeping right now. I was just in his room but he kicked me out.”

“Speaking of Jimin,” Tae starts.

“No, I’m going to sleep. Good night! Sleep tight my friends.” I say.

The boys start laughing as I hang up.

Buzz, buzz.

I look over and my phone lit up with a text from the same number.

“Jimin was just talking about you before he kicked us out. That’s all I wanted to share with you. Good night Y/N!”

I figured this was Taehyung’s number and I saved it. Not because I wanted his number, but so I know next time not to answer it.

this is all I have so far. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to send me some things to work on or anything you would like to add/see in the story!

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[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Virgin Martini

Scott and Stiles go to a nightclub, but when Scott jokingly orders a drink ‘as virtuous’ as Stiles, the response he got was not what he expected.

@magicboyandsourwolf and @lifeisingrey, here you go.

The rhythmic pounding of the music filtered into the street, the heavy base rattling their chests every time the door opened. Stiles and Scott made their way towards the door, the music louder now as the door swung shut on the last person who entered. As it shut, Stiles caught a glimpse of the strobing fluorescent paint as the people in the club danced to the music.

The bouncer let them pass, giving Stiles a kind smile as he passed.

Inside the club, the crowded dancefloors full of dry-ice smoke and painted bodies. Small LED lights strobed in different colours, igniting the beads of sweat that gathered on the flesh of the dancing teens. Everything was a blur of vibrant blues, acid greens, fluorescent pink and shades of orange and gold.

Scott and Stiles made their way over to the bar.

“Remember, you’re driving,” Stiles said over the music.

“I know,” Scott replied dismissively as the bartender stepped over to them and asked what they’d like to order. Scott glanced at Stiles before teasingly saying, “I would like one screwdriver as virtuous as my friend here.”

He nodded towards Stiles.

The bartender’s eyes drifted from Stiles to Scott.

“Huh,” he muttered as he reached behind him. He picked up an unopened bottle of vodka, his face deadpan and slid it across the bar to Scott.

Stiles snorted as he fought back his laughter. He cupped his hand over his mouth, his face flushed red as Scott turned to look at him, his expression a mix of confusion and shock.

It took a minute before Stiles could compose himself enough to speak. “Scott, meet Derek. My boyfriend.”

Scott looked back at Derek who flashed a quick smile before returning to his broody face. Scott looked back at Stiles, his eyes wide.

Stiles fought he urge to burst out laughing again, turning to Derek and ordering drinks.

Derek took back the bottle of vodka, hiding a small smile as he went to make their drinks.

“So…” Scott started slowly. “You have a boyfriend?”

“Yep,” Stiles said, leaning against the counter. He avoided his friend’s gaze, feeling his stomach churn anxiously. “I was going to tell you earlier, it’s just…”

“You didn’t know how I’d react?” Scott guessed.

Stiles bowed his head and nodded.

Scott let out a sigh and leant against the counter. After a moment, he asked, “Does he make you happy?”

“Yeah,” Stiles said, glancing over at Derek.

“Then that’s all that matters,” Scott said. “I don’t care who you date, as long as you’re happy.”

Stiles looked at his friend, a warm smile lifting his cheeks.

Derek brought them their drinks, setting the two glasses down before them. Stiles dug into his pocket and handed over the money.

“When does your shift end?” Stiles asked.

“I’ve got half an hour to go,” Derek replied.

The music changed and Scott perked up. “Come on,” he said enthusiastically. “Let’s dance.”

Stiles downed his drink and rose to his feet.

“You’d better not go grinding up against strangers,” Derek called after him.

“I am going to find the hottest stranger and grind up against him for the next thirty minutes,” Stiles teased.

Derek shook his head, a smile lifting the corners of his lips.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile. He blew Derek a kiss before disappearing among the crowd.

  Time seemed to melt away as Stiles moved to the music, the thumping beat shaking him as the loud music rumbled in his chest. The lights strobed around him, people holding glow sticks and painted with neon colours making mesmerising murals as they moved to the beat.

Stiles felt someone press up against him, their hands settling on his hips and their face nestled into the curve of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles said over the music as he turned around to face the man, trying to pull away from him, “but I’m taken.”

“What a shame,” Derek replied, his voice deep and quiet as he pulled Stiles close. “So am I.”

Stiles smiled, looping his arms around Derek’s neck.

Derek tilted his chin and brought their lips together, holding Stiles against him. He drew back, licking his lips and grinning at Stiles’ euphoric expression.

Stiles tilted his chin, chasing his Derek’s lips. He felt Derek chuckle against his mouth as he brought them back together again and kissed him lightly.

“I thought you were going to find the hottest stranger to grind up against,” Derek teased.

“I just did,” Stiles replied, pressing himself against Derek.

[AO3]