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cliche plots i’m always a slut for

  • the summer road trip
  • bad boy / good girl
  • bad girl / good girl
  • TA / college student
  • penpals that become best friends and maybe more through letters
  • rich ceo’s kid / rich ceo’s beleaguered employee
  • actually, rich ceo / rich ceo’s beleaguered employee
  • people on a movie set who are love interests in the movie but hate each other irl
  • arranged marriage
  • FAKE DATING
  • enemies to friends to lovers
  • popular kid / nerd
  • breakfast club style all day detention
  • blind dates
  • friends with benefits
  • rich guy / trophy wife
  • bonnie and clyde plots
  • the goody-goody and the juvenile delinquent that are actually best friends and will fuck u up if you mess with the other one

(feel free to add more)

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➤ Character: Min Yoongi x reader

➤ Genre/words: Arranged Marriage! AU, Angst / 9,118 words

➤ Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

➤ Warning: Mentions of death, death scenes, graphic scene of violence

➤ a/n: This chapter will show more backstories. And unlike the previous ones where I add the backstory at the front as an opening, the scenes will go back and forth as a filler. Flashback scenes will be written in italics^^


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Destruction Of A Muse [Part 4] (M)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

[Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3]

Warnings: Mentions of violence, drug use, blood mentions, smut

“I swear I didn’t know, Y/N.” Namjoon muttered, one hand rested on your knee as he stared at you with large, sympathetic eyes. “If I did, I would have said something.”

You weren’t looking at him, your eyes were pointed towards the leaves of the tree that you and Yoongi had stood under together the day he came to pick you up, watching as they danced in the light breeze. Somehow, they looked completely different now, as if you’d never seen them at all. You blinked, and in that millisecond where your vision was drowned out in blackness, you saw him; droplets of red falling from his nose and staining his pale skin. 

There was no way you could have known, but still, you felt that you should have known.

“I don’t understand.” You frowned, repeating the sentence that you’d spoken over and over for the last half hour.

Namjoon’s fingers lightly squeezed around your knee, his head bobbing in a slow gesture of understanding. “I know.”

“No, I mean–” You trailed off, your thoughts tangling together and getting lost on the tip of your tongue. “He’s brilliant, Namjoon. He’s so talented. I don’t understand.”

His lips pressed into a line, causing the faint indentation of dimples to show up on his cheeks. “Sometimes it comes with the lifestyle, Y/N.”

“You don’t do it.” You snapped back, an edge to your tone.

“Doesn’t mean I haven’t been offered.” Namjoon sighed, and then snapped his mouth closed, second-guessing what he’d just said and how you’d take it.

“You told me he was a bad guy.” You chewed on the sensitive skin on the inside of your lip, already gnawed and sore from hours of abuse. “If you didn’t know he was doing that stuff, what made him bad?”

One shoulder raised in a slight shrug. “He has a hard time getting along with people. He’s a loner with a bad attitude.”

Defensiveness swelled within you and you turned your head to face your friend, your eyes narrowing. “You know nothing about him, do you?”

His eyebrows shot up, shocked at your outburst. “I’ve been working with him for three years, Y/N. I see him almost every day.”

“Have you ever tried to talk to him? Tried to get to know him?”

“You can tell enough about someone by watching them.” He muttered and you scoffed, batting his hand off of you and pushing yourself off the ground, dusting bits of grass and dirt off of the backs of your thighs.

“I can’t believe you, Namjoon.” You huffed, tugging the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “If you knew the kind of person he really was, maybe you could understand how heartbreaking it is to know he’s risking throwing everything he’s gained away.”

Namjoon planted his hands on the ground, poised to push himself up as well, but you didn’t give him the opportunity. You turned your back to him, walking in whichever direction your legs deemed as the right one as you lifted your hand in a half-hearted wave. You were fuming; teeth clenched together with the effort of soothing your sense of protectiveness. But on the inside, in the deepest parts of your chest, you still felt the sharp sting of heartache. If you drowned out the background noise of birds chirping and students chattering, you could hear the sound of his voice demanding you to leave, to get out.

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A.
I think the world got easier to understand once I realized that the night I found God, all dressed up in her Friday night best and eyes that glimmered like pennies in a wishing well, is also the night I met the devil; he was down on his luck and down on his knees, praying to fall back into God’s good graces again.
B.
The heat between us drips and slides onto the floorboards of the two-seater. My breath smells like old, mint gum, and my lipstick has sank into the cracks of my lips. His hands grip at the leather of the driver’s seat, and his eyes dart back and forth between the road and the promise of what’s to come in my mine.
C.
The Saturday night fever has reached its peak as the kids from the community college journey back to the land of sex and sleep. To be honest, there are many things I should of kept out of my mouth tonight, but, I’m glad I let the words dribble out my mouth and let loose into the air. I’m glad I drank cherry sprite instead of that lime-a-rita bullshit. I’m glad that this is a night I get to remember without associating it with the scent of vomit and cheap perfume.
D.
When the water looks cool and inviting, don’t dive in head first.
You’ll get swept up in a current you weren’t expecting, and your body will be ripped apart by its beauty and strength.
Instead, look at it from a far. Let its cool and calm demeanor tantalize your imagination and captivate your sense of sight.
Not everything must be touched to be appreciated.
E.
(But when that water seems choppy and volatile, throw yourself to its mercy. Touch until you’re both satisfied, until the drought in your mouth has been quenched.)
F.
When I’m with you
the sky melts
into a scene
made for
two,
and the pressure
of last night’s
blunders and mishaps
lessen.
When I’m with you
everything
seems
to
work.
—  CHERRY VANILLA SKIES // k.m.
Run Away Baby Ch. 3 (Steve Rogers x reader)

Hello lovelies!  So, I kind of went on a whim and just layered my hair while cutting almost three inches off. It looks nice (thank god) and I cut off all the dead ends so yay, my hair is healthy again. On a whole other note, here’s the next chapter of “Run Away Baby” and I WILL be posting tonight! I’m so sorry for the weekend hiatus, I was working all weekend and I was sick, but I was able to make enough money to pay for my expo tickets! Woo! I love you all and enjoy! xoxo

Description:Pregnant with Steve Rogers’ child, your husband, you’re a happily married couple. He moved you to the countryside, trying to keep you away from as much harm as possible. Isolated, and by yourself most of the time, you always worried about him when he went away. But, marriage couldn’t have been better for the two of you for the three years since you had taken his last name. But, one night, when Steve’s out on a mission, you get a call from Nick Fury telling you to get as far away from your house as possible.

Warnings: None

Chapter 2

MASTERLIST


Bucky was constantly looking back at you as he furiously drove down the road, heading to the safe house. You were out cold, and he could see the deep purple bruise forming around your wrist. The gravel hitting the car filled in the silence that was hanging in the car until a beeping sound came from the speakers. Fury was called. 

“Fury, I have her. She’s knocked out, but she’s alive. F/N needs some serious medical attention when we get there though.” Bucky was trying to as calm as he could despite the situation. 

“Okay, but what happened back there? Where’s Steve now?” Fury’s voice was very eager and intent. All he wanted was you safe, and him gone. 

“Long story. I’ll tell you when I get there.” Bucky was beyond worried about you. You were one of his best friends, you were hurt, and who knows if the baby was too. It seemed like in a flash, everything changed, and his friendship with Steve was a distant memory. 

“Fine. How long till you’re here? By the way, we have a doctor here that can take care of F/N. He’s a good guy.” Fury was trying to ease Bucky’s nerves and his mind. He couldn’t have him freaking out when you needed him most. 

“Ten more minutes. We’re almost there.” Bucky’s eyes were frantically shifting back and forth on the road, making sure he was going the right way. “Fury…” He took a deep breath, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat. “What are we going to do about Steve?” 

Fury took a moment, letting the line fall silent. “I don’t know.. I thought I was trusting the right man, but I guess I wasn’t and now I’ve put F/N and her unborn child in danger.” He was never a sentimental guy, but when it came to you, he was always protective. “That man is something else, and I honestly don’t know what our next step is besides trying to keep them safe.” 

You were sprawled across the backseat, barely breathing. The movement of the car bumping along the gravel was pulling you in and out of consciousness, and everything that you heard and saw were blurring together. A small groan escaped your lips, and Bucky snapped his head towards you. “Hang in there, F/N. Stay with me.” His look was sincere, his eyebrows furrowed together with worry. He faced the road again, this time speaking to Fury. “I don’t think she can hold out much longer. That doctor better have everything prepped when we get there.” Bucky pressed on the accelerator, picking up speed. You were only two minutes away from the compound. He checked his mirrors, making sure he wasn’t being followed. “We’re coming up the hill. See you soon.” The call ended and Bucky skidded to a halt at the plateau. There was a bunker built into the side of the hill, concealed from the view of the road, and everyone in the world besides a few select people. 

Bucky picked you up in his arms gently, then began running to the bunker door. His car began driving itself into another door, disappearing into the mountain. Before he could punch in the password, the door slid open, and Fury and the doctor stood behind it, a gurney at their side. “Put her here.” The doctor was calm and efficient while Bucky placed you on the bed, watching the man rush you off down the hall and around a corner. 

“Jesus. What did he do to her?” Fury’s gaze was locked on the end of the hall. 

“Steve did some pretty serious damage, but I suggest we get deep into the bunker before we have this conversation.” Bucky nodded towards him, punching in a series of numbers to shut the door. The two men walked down the hall, turning down a series of corners, finally making their way into a conference room of sorts. 


“So, tell me exactly what happened.” 

“Well, I don’t know what happened before I pulled up, but when I came, he was about to take her head off his his shield. If I didn’t fire some shots at him, I think he actually might have.” Bucky had his elbows propped up on the table with his fingers in his hair. “We were in hand to hand combat and I got him preoccupied enough to let F/N get to the car, but she didn’t even make it that far. Once I knocked Steve out, she was already out cold on the ground, so I laid her down in the back seat and drove here.” 

Fury was rubbing his chin, sitting at the head of the table. “And you just left him on the porch?” He locked his eyes on the distraught man in front of him. 

Bucky took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say. “I-I couldn’t do it. I know I should have, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. And I didn’t know if F/N was dead or alive, and I chose to save her instead. I hope that helps my case.” He picked his head up, meeting Fury’s gaze. 

“That’s understandable. But I have a feeling he’s not going to stop until she’s dead, so we might have to take him out before he even has a chance to touch her.” His hands were folded on the table, looking relaxed, but little did Bucky know his was squeezing the life out of them. 

Bucky nodded solemnly, diverting his eyes back to the table. “I understand.” 

The men sat in silence, the severity of the situation began to sink in. You were barely alive, Steve was with H.Y.D.R.A., and nobody knew who to trust anymore. What was the next step? What were they going to do with you? How were they going to keep you safe? These questions were running through both of their minds when there was a knock at the door and the doctor stepped in. 

“We need to talk.”


I hoped you liked it! I know it’s kind of short, but I didn’t want to get too into the next part. I hope you all have a wonderful day. I’ll have the next chapter of “Secret of These Hands” up this evening, so stay tuned! I love you all, you’re all beautiful and amazing. xoxo

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Ruby Red II

Pairing: You/Yoongi 

Genre: smut (gang!au)

Word Count: 4,729

Warning: smut, car accidents, swearing

Summary: You’ve been involved with Bangtan gang for a short while now, and you stole the massive ruby, Satan’s Heart, for them. None of you could predict the repercussions, or the feelings that might spring up in the midst of the violence.

A/N: This is Part II. You don’t have to read the first part to understand (wink wink), but it might help. Let me know what you think!

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Happy birthday, Sammy

Author: @waywardkitten
Featuring: Wincest
Square filled: Weecest
Warnings: Slight angst. John’s A+ parenting. Mostly just fluff
Rating: Teen and up
Word count: 3320
Summary: Sam presents as an omega 2 weeks before his fifteenth birthday. John comes home, finds out and acts like John does. Cue big brother Dean and his Cheer Sam up masterplan.
A/N: Okay. First of all, I took some creative liberties here because this story is more or less set to a playlist that you can find here (I strongly suggest you listen to it while you readbut the song of most significance (Pearl jam- Just breathe) was released in -09. But for the sake of the story let’s just pretend that that song is a cover of some obscure band who wrote it sometime in the early eighties, mkay? Second, this is inspired by this scene from The perks of being a wallflower and this scene from SPN season 3. Thirdly, I mostly write smut but when I do write fluff, like this, it tends to be tooth-rotting and sappy beyond sanity. Don’t judge me. But yes, if it is indeed super cute fluffy a/b/o weecest you’re looking for, you’ve come to the right place. Enjoy
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Kind words & feedback are food to a creative mind ♡


Son of a-

Aouch

Godammit

His fingers were stiff from the cold night air and his face felt clammy and wet from his own warm, wet breaths as he leaned his forehead against the steering wheel of his father’s Impala.

He could still hear the disappointed tone in John’s voice ringing in his ears; and the look of complete devastation on his brother’s face was something he feared would never fade from his memory.

Almos-

What the hell

Come on you motherfucki-

A loud noise from inside the ratty old house made his body jolt in fear before he realised it was only his dad’s drunken snores from the living room couch. Closer to him was the bedroom he and Sammy shared, and if he listened closely, which he really tried not to, he could hear a soft muffled crying coming from the other side of the frostbitten window. 

Dean could picture his little brother way too vividly, curled up on the bed with his face pushed hard into his pillow to conceal the sobbing; the reason he could picture all of this so clearly was that he’d seen it on one too many occasions, and that knowledge was enough to make his heart break a little. He knew how ashamed Sam felt every time their father made him cry.

Dean sighed and gritted his teeth in a gesture of determination.
“Come on, Baby. For me?”

He connected the exposed wires again and with a roar the Impala’s engine came to life. Dean slumped back on the seat with a satisfied huff and patted the dashboard.
“Knew you had it in ya”

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Shadow of the Stars

A Captain America and Winter soldier story

Jaylin Rogers has always struggled with being the daughter of Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, mostly because of her lack of freedom. After a failed attempt to do something about this, her life is changes forever when a shadow from her father’s past returns to haunt her.  

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CHAPTER ONE

It isn’t easy, being the daughter of super-soldier Steve Rogers – better known as the legend Captain America. Not at all.
First of all, it is never fun to always be “daughter of” and nothing more. You quickly learn to live inside a shadow. Your last name will always be far more important than your first, even though that’s the one identifying you.
Second of all, it is weird. I mean, he’s older than many (if not most) grandfathers, yet on bad days he might look barely older than 30.  And… let’s just say that as I got older, and the girls around me got older as well, those girls started to notice how “young” he was.
Third, I wasn’t super. At least, not nearly as super. Having only half of his genes meant I was maybe a bit faster and stronger than most people without having to work out 24/7, but being healthy, never getting a cold or beating all high school boys in sprint doesn’t make you “cool” or even likable.

They did say I look like him, with my blue eyes and blond hair. Mine are both darker, less… pure. As if my appearance was a confirmation I wasn’t as good as him - proof of being in a constant state of disappointment.
As a little girl, you quickly learn the other kids only want to play with you because they want to see your house and the stuff in it. Everyone always seems to look right through you. I can tell from personal experience it is pretty traumatic when other pre-schoolers get mad at you because no one is allowed to come home with you… Let me say: you learn to SHIELD yourself from other people… Sorry, that was bad.
But yeah…
Admittedly, there are some advantages to being spawn of the Steve Rogers; you never get bad grades on history tests and essays. Oh, you also have lots of non-related, vengeful aunts and uncles. With vengeful I actually mean the Avengers. They are cool, though dad tries to keep me away from that world.

Aunt Nat is amazing, and she’s actually my best friend. She taught me everything I need to know about being a girl, and I think dad still owes her for not having to deal with any of my “woman inconveniences”.
Then there’s Sam. He’s one of the nicest guys I know and probably the most normal one, too - even though he regularly soars through the sky with metal wings strapped to his back. He’s a good support in a world that is totally abnormal, despite your father’s attempts to make sure you don’t get caught in his own, strange reality. Sam understands how it feels to live in between those two worlds – the one where they worry about their grades, crushes, jobs and promotions, and the one where you’re in a constant state of vigilance, knowing no one is who they say they are. He’s the most stable part of my life; a sturdy pillar to hold me up.
One might think this connection and support would mean I’d be happy to see him when he picked me up after school. In reality it didn’t, because it meant dad was on another mission and hadn’t had time to say as much as “goodbye”.

‘If it isn’t the messenger,’ I grunted, pulling the car door open with a mean swing. Had I had my father’s strength, it would’ve been dangling in my hand, torn loose from its hinges.
'Hello to you too,’ Sam greeted me, leaning undisturbed upon the sleek car. It was a dark blue model, matching the navy blue jacket the driver was wearing today. It fluttered a little in the heavy wind, which also rustled through my ponytail.
I slumped down in the passenger seat and shut the door - not too carefully - all the while I kept staring straight ahead. ‘How’s the captain?’ I sneered.
Sighing, Sam got in, closing the door behind him. ‘He didn’t know he’d have to go, you know.’ That I knew, very well. Still, I looked out the window with a constant frown on my face. The keys jingled when Sam turned them to start the engine. The car hummed a pleasant, low rumble, and barely made a sound as Sam steered it towards the tranquillity of our home.
It would take us while until we would reach the niceness of familiarity. For now, I just watched blankly as teenagers laughed and complained while stepping into their cars, all happy to go back to their ordinary home and ordinary parents. All of them were quickly out of view, replaced by the many other aspects of mundane life. ‘You are such a little beam of sunlight, aren’t you?’
I was aware of Sam’s eyes glancing back and forth between the road and me, those brown eyes always full of worry. If I were to look at him, my angry mask would break, so I kept staring ahead. 'Humph…’
'That’s all I get? I come here, especially for you, and you don’t even smile. And I do like your smile so much, Jay…’ I could no longer resist; I gave him a sly look and met his kind and teasing expression. I smirked, laced with a genuine – though slightly unwilling – smile. 'That’s my girl,’ Sam smiled back. 'How was school?’
Ugh, school; I rolled my eyes. 'The usual. You know, I don’t see the point in testing how many presidents we can memorise, there aren’t that many.’ I breathed on the window and drew little stars, which vanished within seconds.
'Not everyone has super memory,’ Sam remarked.
I grimaced at him. 'I’m nothing compared to dad. Besides, what is the use of knowing all American presidents?’
'Says the daughter of America’s greatest patriot…’ Sam smiled at the road ahead.
'Exactly.’ I sunk a little deeper down into the seat, so I could only barely catch glimpses of the colours rushing past the car’s windows. ‘I can know.’
I watched as we drove into a quieter lane guarded by high trees, until we arrived at an electronic fence, which opened automatically when the cameras recognised our faces.
We lived far away from the city, somewhere surrounded and guarded by tall trees. Here, you never heard the constant noise of traffic, or the never-ending murmur of voices. Only here, I knew true silence, were it not for the evermoving branches with their rustling leaves.
'How was your day?’ I informed, hauling my backpack over one shoulder and closing the car door behind me, still a bit of annoyance packed in the gesture. Together, we made our way to the big, white house, oozing America. Made of wood, with a big porch, two stories and even an attic, perfectly maintained; exactly as you’d expect from Captain America’s home. Soft leaves crackled underneath our feet, giving a lovely, autumny atmosphere to this already idyllic picture.
'Also the usual,’ Sam held the door for me. 'Want waffles?’
I threw my bag on the kitchen table. 'Is that even a question?’
'What’s the magic word?’
'Please,’ I grinned. ‘Or else…’

I watched Sam take everything he needed, prepare the batter and begin making the waffles. He did it with the ease of a man who’d done it a hundred times before – which was about right, to be honest. I loved Sam’s cooking.
'Nat’s with him?’ I asked, walking towards the fridge where I took a bottle of glacier water (it had become my favourite after a joke of Natasha and Tony had stuck around).
'Yeah, though they didn’t need me, for some reason.’ Yet again I was amazed at how little Sam seemed to care about that.
'They need you to babysit,’ I chuckled, nudging him as I walked by. 'Even though I don’t need it, I appreciate it.’
Sam glanced back at me. 'I’m happy to hear that.’

'Mmm,’ I hummed a while later as I poured maple syrup all over my waffles, 'you’re such a good mommy bird.’
'I will take that as a compliment,’ Sam said the moment my phone buzzed.

Dear Jaylin,

I’m sorry I had to leave again, so soon after my last mission.
Sam promised me he’d take care of you.
I trust you will behave.

Love,
Dad

When I read “I trust you will behave,” I grimaced at the screen. How old did he think I was? It was frustrating; while other people often thought I was quite a bit older than I actually was, my dad still seemed to deem me no more than a foolish little girl. It was especially frustrating because I had always felt different, maybe even older, than most children surrounding me. It had often crossed my mind this might be another result of my father’s genes – how they even interfered with how I grew up, refusing to grant me as much as a normal childhood.
'Sometimes I feel like I should date someone dad really dislikes,’ I mused abruptly. I imagined myself coming home with the biggest jerk I could find and shivered.
Sam’s cheeks rose as he took a sip from his large mug filled with strongly smelling coffee. 'I would be worried, if I didn’t know you have more pride than your dad.’
'Sadly, yes.’

Hey, Natasha…
Forgot something…?

I waited. Dad usually send his messages late, but Natasha didn’t; she knew exactly how I felt about their sudden disappearances and the radio silences that usually followed. It’s how I got to hate surprises, as surprise never held a pleasant meaning for me, only that my father had to save the world again.

I’m really sorry
I was really busy
I’ll make it up when we’re back…?

Even these texted words were hasty. Still, they seemed genuine enough.

Sure
Keep him safe, will you?

I was aware It wasn’t much of a message, but it was all she would need; Nat knew me too well to think I’d stay mad at her.

'So,’ Sam said, when I had finished eating, and I had put down my phone, ‘are you going?’
'Going where?’
Sam raised his eyebrows. 'The gala. I saw the flyers.’
Flyers? Some brightly coloured papers seemed to hang before me. Curly font spelled out the date of a gala (or a masked ball) for all students. Apparently, it was going to be quite fancy. Now I thought about it, I recalled many people at school excitedly discussing the event. 'Oh, that… No, I don’t think so.’
'Well, it’s more than a month away,’ Sam said confidently, like he was certain I would change my mind. This self-assuredness annoyed me.
'I’m really not going,’ I stressed. 'Definitely not.’
My guardian shrugged. ‘It might be good for you to go out. Be around people your own age.’
It was time to deploy my most efficient method to avoid topics I dislike: walking away.
‘Then let me go out,’ I smirked. ‘And as I am the same age as myself, I’ll be around people my own age, too.’ Before Sam could react, I sprinted to my room.

After changing into my workout clothes – shorts and a tank top –, I put in earbuds and let music fill my ears. Running never failed to calm me down. I didn’t get tired easily, so sometimes I ran for hours on end without realising it. I was happy for the immense woods in which I could jog, without people staring at me or annoying me. So, today, like I had done many times before, I let myself absorb the sound of the music while my mind went blank. My heart beat steadily. My blood flowed rapidly. My feet stomped regularly against the soft dirt.
Just running, only running.

Chapter Two

Snack Run

Request: Could you do a simple fluff using 5 and Mingyu! Thank you so much!

5) “You want the red or the blue?”

Member: Seventeen’s Mingyu x Y/N

Type: Fluff


Kim Mingyu was a very particular man. Although he was easy to please, he possessed a few quirks that took some getting used to. He was extremely confident, to a nauseating point on occasion, but enjoyed simple things. Since he wasn’t hard to impress, most times you could satisfy him simply by allowing him to play with your hair and binge on snacks. 

But the most important part of that description was the last word. 

Snacks. 

Which was how you got him into your apartment’s parking area that evening. 

You rested your feet on the dashboard and sighed as the cool air flowed from the vehicle’s vents and onto your face. You closed your eyes, letting the light from the overhead lamps outside overtake your forehead and contrast happily against the dark night. It had been a long day. 

“Hey, feet off the furniture,” Mingyu grumbled, smacking at your knees. Your sandals slid from the black plastic and hit the floor with a plop. 

“A dashboard constitutes as furniture?” you asked, lifting your brows. 

“It’s attached to the most expensive thing I own,” Mingyu muttered, cutting you with a side eye. “So really it could constitute as whatever I want.”

“Spell constitute,” you chuckled, pulling your knees up beneath your chin. 

“Constitute…” he whispered. “In English?”

You nodded, tilting your head as you watched him. 

“See…oh…en…stitute,” he nodded, focusing on navigating out onto the road before him. 

“The dashboard is not furniture,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. 

“I don’t care what it is. Keep your feet off of it,” Mingyu argued playfully. He leaned over, wiping a hand across the dark surface, before setting his palm on your knee. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you nodded, placing your hand on top of his. “You finally made your first adult purchase.”

“And to think, I thought you were the most proud of me when I debuted,” Mingyu chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Yeah, I guess that was cool,” you sighed, feigning disinterest. 

“Of course it was cool!” he gasped. “You were proud! I was even mildly proud of myself!” 

“Only mildly?”

“Well I mean, do you see this face? We all knew it was going to happen eventually,” he said, giving you a quick wink. “It was to be expected.”

“Spell expected,” you muttered, ready to derail your boyfriend’s confidence. 

“Ah really,” he groaned. “Ex…pea…”

“Wrong,” you grinned. 

“Look, you asked me to pick you up in my new and fancy car,” Mingyu sighed, changing the subject as quickly as possible. “Emphasis on fancy. Now where do you want to go?”

“Wherever the road takes us!” you gasped dramatically, flailing your arms out before you. 

“As long as that road has  snacks at the end, I’m down,” Mingyu nodded. 

“Like that’s even a question,” you smiled. “To be honest, I just assumed snack runs were the reason why you purchased a car anyway.”

“Well, I mean…it was part of the reason,” he muttered, removing his hand from your knee and placing it back on the wheel. You looked at him with lifted brows, causing him to smile shyly. “Alright, like 97% of the reason.” 

“Alright then,” you nodded. “Where are we going?” 

“7/11? Family Mart?” Mingyu asked, tilting his head back and forth. 

“You’re the driver,” you sighed. 

“Why do I feel as if that is going to be your new argument to not have to make decisions?” he grumbled, flipping on his blinker. 

“Because your feelings are correct,” you giggled. 

“Alright, so closest convenience store first. We’ll get to the snacks quicker,” Mingyu nodded. 

“Ooo, talk junk food to me,” you growled, wiggling your brows. 

“Maybe shrimp chips will be half off,” he whispered seductively. 

“Oooo,” you cooed, fluttering your lashes. 

“Maybe they’ll have a two for one on choco biscuits,” Mingyu whispered, trying to sound as sultry as possible. 

“It’s hot outside,” you grinned. “Tell me about the ice creams.”

“Popsicles,” he hummed, dropping his voice a few octaves. “You want the red…or the blue?”

“Aigoo! Why are we so weird?” you groaned, shaking your head. 

MIngyu’s handsome face broke into an impressive grin as he glanced back and forth from the road to you. “What? I thought my weird was kind of what attracted you in the first place?”

“To be honest, I think it was the fact that you offered me pocket candy,” you giggled. 

“When you say it like that, it makes me sound like a pedophile,” he mumbled, pulling into the 7/11 parking lot. 

“It was charming and I was hungry,” you hummed, pushing open the door. “And now you are blessed with me in your life.”

“I think you’re mistaken,” Mingyu laughed. “I believe you are the one who is blessed, jagi.”

“Just because you have a car and a pretty face doesn’t make me blessed,” you sighed. You grabbed him by the arm and intertwined your fingers as you strolled into the convenience store. “I wasn’t the one who got caught on national television itching my butt.”

“Aish, I was like fifteen,” he groaned. 

“And now you’re an adult, and you still do it. Just not on television,” you argued, making your way toward the candy isle. 

“Remind me why I’m the blessed one again?” Mingyu muttered. “Since you seem to be able to remind me of all the things I don’t want to remember.”

“Well, if it helps, you’re making much better decisions now. Me being one of them,” you cooed. 

“I know my self worth,” he smiled. “I know what I deserve…

…and it’s not this abuse, so be quiet.”

Your jaw popped open, completely surprised by the words that had come out of your boyfriend’s mouth.

“Close your mouth jagi, I’ve said worse,” Mingyu giggled with a wink, giving you a light squeeze on your butt before he sauntered toward the opposite end of the isle. 

Originally posted by visual-17

Southern Girl - Ch. 7 {Roman Reigns x OFC}

Author’s Note: It’s Ivy and Joe’s first road trip… and there’s mention of meeting the folks!

Warnings: Definitely smut. Daddy kink.

Word Count: 4,275 words

Chapter 6




Chapter 7: Well Hello, Professor

Morning came far too quickly for Ivy. Joe woke her up around 7:30 and she’d sleepily pulled on a simple black sundress before curling back up in the bed while Joe got ready. She must have fallen back to sleep because the next thing she remembered was being lifted in a strong pair of arms and cradled against a broad chest.

“You don’t have to carry me. I can walk,” she murmured sleepily, even as she nuzzled his throat like a little kitten. He tightened his hold on her, pulling her in closer to protect her from the early morning chill.

“I’m the one who kept you up half the night. I got you, baby,” he chuckled softly, kissing her temple.

Ivy grinned at the mention of their late night escapades that led well into the wee hours of the morning. The couple had come back to the hotel, ordered some room service, passed out and woken up sometime after midnight to ravage each other. He carried his little angel down to the SUV, gently loading her into the front seat and buckling her in. 

“Imma grab our stuff and go check out. Be right back, baby girl.”

Ivy yawned, a little smile on her face as she curled up a little. Little things that Joe did like that always got her and made her fall even harder for him. He came back to the car and climbed into the driver’s seat, turning the heat on.

“Starbucks?”

“Mmmm…yes please,” she murmured, leaning over to kiss his cheek. 

It took her a second to notice that he was wearing glasses and she gaped at him.  

“How did I not know that you wear glasses?”

Joe snickered as he drove towards the coffee shop.

“I usually wear'em when I’m traveling…or reading.”

"Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier, your ass goes and pulls Professor Roman outta the bag.”

“Professor Roman?” he asked, looking over at her incredulously.

“Mmhmm. Cause you still look like Savage Roman from last night but with those glasses, I just wanna ask you what it’ll take for me to get an ‘A’ in your class.”

Joe laughed his ass off at her statement. It always amazed him the way Ivy could go from almost shy to a sultry vixen who tempted him at every turn. 

“Gonna add that to my list of fantasies. We can act that one out in the library at my place.”

“You have a library in your house?”

The way she perked up at the mention of books was fucking adorable.

“I do. And I was thinking you should come… meet the family and all before Mania.” He glanced over at her to see her reaction. “We don’t have a pay per view in February. I was thinking that I take a day or two off after Raw on the 20th and we go to Pensacola.”

Ivy nibbled her full bottom lip as she looked over at her boyfriend. 

“You really want me to meet your family?”

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