hes gorgeous in that shirt

sorry-ari  asked:

Stolen century magnus was gorgeous!*He had a red leather jacket, tight white t shirt with 'magnus' on it, gold chain, sun glasses, jeans and like knee high dark brown leather boots I think?? It was hard to see his boots

i dont think they’re that obscured in this pic

i dont know why i havent seen any pics going around tumblr lmao theyve been all over twitter!

Come Inside

Summary: Dean’s in a mood…

Square Filled: Breeding Kink

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,100ish

Rating: explicit (smut (unprotected sex), language)

A/N: Written/created for @spnkinkbingo


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Patater Week - Day 1

Feb. 6- Get Together – (Coraline-inspired AU, magical realism, 6.4K)
Soundtrack: [Exploration] + [Dreaming]

There’s a low, paint-chipped door in the corner of Alexei Mashkov’s living room in Providence.

His agent tells him that the door used to connect to the apartment next to his, a long time ago, when the structure had been one. The door leads to nowhere now, only a wall of bricks. Alexei has even seen the wall of bricks in person, when he requested the landlord open the door for fun. He’s always been curious, after all, and the old, rusted key that the agent picks out from the cabinets only added to that curiosity.

“You’ll get yourself into trouble one day, Lyosha,” his grandmother used to tell him. Alexei had been young, perhaps seven or eight, when she warned him. “Don’t ask so many questions, and try to be happy, or the spirits will see, and take you.” She had said, “Don’t go through strange doors, and don’t follow voices, especially if they sing to you.”

“What’s so bad about singing?” Alexei had demanded, in a petulant way only a seven-year-old can manage. “I sing.”

“Yes, love, but they sing to confuse you,” his grandmother had responded. “They sing of a life better than the one you have, so you want to come to them. You see? They want to trick you and steal you away.”

Of course, Alexei had thought her warning had been metaphorical, if not slightly cryptic. She’d been old then, and easily confused. If you take out the spirits part, the rest sound more or less logical. He figured that she doesn’t want him talking to strangers and end up kidnapped, so Alexei had merely nodded and promised her. No going in strange doors, no following the singing voice, not that there’d been any in his life. Until now.

The bricks are nothing special: the seams filled with cement, the corners dusty with cobwebs. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, but there’s a draft that only Alexei can feel because when he mentions it to the agent, she only blinks in confusion.

“Why not lock it?” Alexei asks, when the agent pockets the old key and closes the old, wooden door.

“Why should I?” the agent says, smiling. “The wall is bricked up. Not like there’s anything that can come out. Now, let’s go to the kitchen. The structure itself is a little old, almost 150 years, but it’s been recently remodeled. It’s got a beautiful granite counter top—”

Alexei loves the house. But doesn’t know why he feels uneasy about the door. When he gets the keys to the house, he finds the rusted key again and locks the door. 

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Sweet As Pie (Ethan)

Summary: Requested by a few. Ethan is a barista at your local coffee shop and he writes stupid puns on your cup every time you drop by.
Word Count: 2,326
Warnings: None.
A/N: I’m still reeling from 1k followers ughhh, you guys are everything. Hope you enjoy this! Let me know if you want a part two, might make it smutty. xx


It had started last semester. You had been sleep deprived during finals and had studied all night, eventually feeling like you had to go and take a walk outside for some fresh air. It was nearing 6AM by the time you had found  yourself outside the deserted coffee shop, so you had shrugged and walked in to grab something to drink. Maybe sugar and caffeine would keep you awake.

The barista that was standing behind the counter was utterly gorgeous and you had lost your voice for a second as you saw him walk around, wiping down the counter and pushing his long curls from his forehead with a rough hand, humming. His nametag had said Ethan and he looked gorgeous in the obligatory white shirt that clung to him in all the right places. You had marveled at the stripe of red at the front of his hair, stuttering out your order when he had smiled gently, greeting you.

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NCT 127 reaction to you wearing their shirt

This is such a cute and fluffy request! I would absolutely love to do this reaction.

MASTERLIST

A/N: I decided to do hyung line (+ ten and jaehyun) for this reaction. It would have been too long otherwise. And also sorry babes, but my tumblr is being hella weird with the gifs so if there’s a problem lemme know :( Hope you don’t mind anon. Happy reading and Enjoy! 

*gifs not mine. Credit to owners*


Taeil

I see him as the type to get a bit shy in situations like this, so expect a lot of loving looks with this boy. He would absolutely love that you wore his shirt and he would blush and compliment you, all the while shying even more.

You had walked into the dorm drenched and soaked due to rain. Taeil offered you his clothes which you gratefully accepted. When you came out wearing his shirt he couldnt help but smile. “You can keep it if you want” he mumbled, but you heard. Your eyes lit up and you hugged him out of excitement. His cheeks flushed pink and his heart raced faster. “It looks better on you than on me” he smiled at you lovingly. “Are you sure?” you asked. He nodded and earned another hug from you. He couldn’t help but laugh at how excited you got.

Johnny

Johnny seems like the guy who would absolutely adore his s/o wearing his shirt. He would dish out compliments like no tomorrow and he would be on a mission to make you blush.

You lost the keys to your apartment so you didn’t have anywhere to go. “Why don’t you stay over?” Johnny asked. Once he reassured you it wasn’t a problem at all you agreed. You borrowed once of his shirts without asking him. “Hey y/n-” he stopped mid sentence. “Is that my shirt babe?” he asked. When you nodded, and tried to apologize he shut you up by kissing you. “You look amazing. I hate that shirt, but you are making me like it” he cooed which caused you to blush. He lightly kissed you cheek and laced your hands together and led you to the kitchen for some dinner.

Jaehyun

Jaehyun similar to Johnny seems like the kind of guy who love for his s/o to wear his shirts. He would also compliment, but it wont be in a teasing tone as with Johnny. He would definitely be very touchy and just overall soft with you.

Jaehyun couldn’t stop eyeing you because you were wearing his shirt. “Please stop. You are making me self-conscious” you told him while avoiding eye contact. “I am sorry but you look so good in my shirt I cant help it. You look even more cuter than normal” he complimented. It genuinely made you smile because you knew he meant it. “Maybe wear my shirts more often. They suit you more than me anyway” he pulled you closer by your waist and kissed your nose softly. 

Taeyong

I believe he would just chuckle seeing you in his shirt because it was big on you. But no doubt he would think it was adorable. He wouldn’t make a big deal about it and would genuinely compliment you on it.

“Y/n” Taeyong called out for you. You were hiding in his room because you wore one of shirts but you weren’t sure how he would react. He opened the door to his room, and you hid behind it. “I know you are there. come out” he said. With baby steps you stood in front of him. As soon as he saw you he chuckled. “What?” you asked puzzled. “Nothing you just look very cute in my shirt” he pulled you closer by you waist and held you there. “Stop looking at me like that” you said. “Like what? Like this” he suddenly came even closer to your face, and just smiled at you causing your cheeks to heat up.

Doyoung

I think Doyoung would be very pleased although initially I think he would want his shirt back. But eventually he would warm up to the idea be a bit playful I think and even tease you just a bit. 

“Why are you wearing my shirt?” he asked you. “Because I don’t have anything else to wear” you replied. “I want my shirt back y/n” he said while a smile played on his lips. When you ignored him, he turned you around and pinned you to the wall. “You can wear it today but why cant you just wear them everyday?” he said dropping the serious face. You slapped his arm playfully because he scared you. “Fine. Don’t blame me when you don’t see you shirts eve again” you winked at him and left. “You can have it all y/n” he yelled as you left.

Ten

He is another one I can see loving the concept of his partner wearing his shirt. For some reason I just imagine him being very playful (more than normal) with you because that would be his way of expressing his happiness on seeing you wearing his shirt.

“Excuse me, does your boyfriend know that you are wearing his shirt?” Ten asked you teasingly. “ He doesn’t need to know shh” you played along. “He wants to tell you that you absolutely amazing in his shirt and that he wants you to keep it and wear it everyday” he smiled cheekily. “Do you?” you asked him, putting an end to the little roleplay, “I absolutely love how gorgeous my gf/bf looks in my shirt” he replied. “Dont you think its fair that I get something in return for letting you wear my shirt?” he questioned. He silently pointed to his lips asking for a kiss in return. “How about every time you wear my shirt I get a kiss” he wiggled his eyebrows earning a light slap to his chest.

Yuta

I think he would just start blushing when he saw you in one of his shirts. But mostly I think he would be torn between appreciating you in his shirt and wanting it back. he might just be a bit salty (tiny bit) about it too. 

Yuta had been staring at you since you had worn of his shirts to sleep in. “Okay! I am sorry for wearing your stupid shirt” you told  him. “YAH! That is my favorite shirt y/n. Dont call it stupid.” “Fine then you are stupid” you replied. He sighed. “You are killing me y/n. I want that shirt back BUT, it looks gorgeous on you” he put his head down, giving up (extra as always). You kind of felt bad for him so you went up to him and put you arms around his shoulder and hugged him. “Aw baby I am sorry. Do you still want it back. I can wear another one” He looked up at you and pinched your cheeks. “Y/n you are too cute. Come here” he opened his arms inviting you in for a hug.


There you go anon. It was tons of fun to write this, so thank you for requesting. Also if gifs dont show or something let me know I will try fixing it. Have a lovely day ahead everyone :D

Peter looks up from his breakfast and smiles at Gamora. She just nods at him and starts reading the newspaper. Well, he won’t tell her that she holds it upside down. Groot is still eating and Rocket is half alseep next to him. Even Drax is here, but Tony is missing.

“I am Groot.”

“I don’t care that you are still hungry. That is my bacon!” Rocket growls and holds onto his plate.

Peter smiles and looks around. Where could Tony be? Normally he is the first in the kitchen because he needs his coffee. Its been over two months now that Peter and the Guardians are with Tony in his Tower, after they crashed their ship. His beautiful ship.

Still. Why is Tony not here?

“I am Groot.”

“No i’m not sleeping! I will eat it!” Rocket mumurs even tho his eyes are still closed. Peter shakes his head at them and looks to Gamora.

“Where’s Tony?”, he asks and Gamora doesn’t even look up.

“Already missing your Boyfriend?”, is what she asks back and Peter sputters.

“He is not my boyfriend?!” Peter nearly squeaks. But everyone at the table laughes. Even Drax and Peter is sure that he doesn’t know why.

“Good morning.”

Tony smiles at them when he enters the kitchen and he looks…gorgeous. He just wears an old jeans and a white shirt but the way he yawns and rubs his left eye. He is just too cute.

After Gamora told him that they wouldn’t be together, Peter was really sad. But then they’ve met Tony. And Peter was just…gone. Just like that. And his friends knew this.

“Morning, Tony.” Peter says and he can’t help his smile. Tony smiles back at him and then makes a beeline for the coffeemaker.

“So what are the plans for today?”, asks Tony once he is at his second cup of coffee. He sits down next to Drax, who grunts.

“Working on the ship. Care to join us?”, says Rocket who looks a lot more awake now. Tony smiles at him and shakes his head.

“Sadly no. But i wouldn’t be a help anyway.” Answers Tony and shrugs. Peter wants to say something about that. Because this isn’t true. Tony is always a help and he is a genius! He worked a lot on the ship already and Rocket wouldn’t ask him if Tony wasn’t good.

“Sir? Captain Rogers on the phone.” Friday says before Peter can say anything about Tonys sad look. He always gets the look when he says something about himself like that. Like he truly believes it. Like someone he loves told him that before. Peter wants to scream.

“Oh. I will talk to him la-…”, Tony begins but then they all can hear Captain America in the kitchen.

“Tony? What is the matter with you?”, Captain America shouts already and Tony gets even paler then before.

“I..uhm…can i call you back?” Tony whispers and he looks really afraid.

“What? No! I want to clarify that now!” Captain America growls and Tony stands up. He looks a bit shaken, tho.

“B-but i uh…i have visitors…”, Tony tries again and Captain America laughs.

“As if. Now want to tell me why Bucky is awake? We froze him for a reason, Stark! You know that. Do you want to hurt him again is that what you want?”, Captain America sounds so angry that even Drax looks a bit afraid at the ceiling where they can hear his voice.

“No! I…i made an update and i…wanted to help!”, Tony says now and he looks so desperate, that Peter wants to hold him.

“We don’t need your fucking help. Nobody does!” This is another voice on the phone but it is enough. Without another word Tony runs out of the room. The Guardians are left speechless.

“Captain, here is Starlord. I think you made Tony upset.” Peter stands up now, even if Captain America can’t see that. But his voice is cold.

“Who are you?” Asks Captain America back.

“Peter Quill. A friend of Tony. Rocket, Gamora, Drax and Groot are with me and we are the Guardians of the Galaxy.” Peter says slowly. He doesn’t know Captain America and now he is glad about it. Seems like an asshole.

“The Guardians of the Galaxy? What is Tony going to do now?!” Captain America sounds like they are the bad guys. Peter growls.

“Nothing that i would tell you, but listen. If you ever talk to him again like that, we will find you.” Peter says and Drax gets his knife out of one of his pockets. Peter shuhes him.

“Is that a threat?”

“Yes, Asshole.” Is all Peter says before he leaves, too. He needs to find Tony. He can hear Rockets and Groots voices as he leaves.

“I dont know who you are, Captain. But Tony is the smartest men i know and it means a lot when i say it.”

“I am Groot.”

*
Peter needs nearly an hour to find Tony and when he does he wants to smack himself. Of course Tony is here.

Tony really worked with Gamora und Rocket a lot on their ship the last weeks. And when he wasn’t, he tried to build a smaller ship that fits only himself, so he could visit them.

Peter was so happy when Tony asked them if that was okay. And he was sure the hug from Drax was painful but Tony smiled so wide, that all Peter could do was to smile back.

And now he sits in his little ship. Crying.

Well you know. Tony is a lot of things. And he does a lot of things. He likes to cuddle Peter when they watch a movie late at night. He likes to show Rocket his suits and even made one for him. He likes to cook with Gamora and he even teaches her. He dances with Groot when he is happy.

But Peter has never seen him cry.

Its heartbreaking. And beautiful.

“Tony?” Peter say after a few seconds and Tony looks up at him. Then he wipes his tears away and smiles.

“Oh hey Peter. Do you need anything?” Tonys eyes are still wet and the smile doesn’t look real.

Peter doesn’t answer he just goes over to Tony and nearly sits on his lap, before he hugs him. Tony freezes.

“Peter?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?” Tony sounds so unsure and then he cries again. Peter just holds him through it and pets his soft hair. Tony is such a wonderful men and nobody cares.

Peter had known that the Avengers and he had a fight, but he didn’t know it was that bad.

“S-sorry.” Tony says when he stops crying.

“Nothing to be sorry for.” Answers Peter.

“Its just hard to… uhm hear the truth.” Tony says slowly and he doesn’t look at Peter anymore. Peter shakes his head.

“What? He didn’t said the truth. He was just being an asshole.”, says Peter and hugs Tony again. He just likes it, okay? Tony is so warm.

“Don’t let him hear that.” Giggles Tony and Peter smiles, too. It took Tony a while before he would giggle around them. But now he does it a lot and its the cutest sound Peter has ever heard.

“Oh but i told him.” Peter answers and Tony gasped.

“What? But he is…Captain America!” Tony says then and he seems to really mean that. Sounds like he really like him before their fight.

“And I’m StarLord. Which is way better than a Captain.” Says Peter easily and Tony giggles again.

“That is true.”

They sit like that for a while and Peter even plays with Tonys fingers. Tony seems tired now and his eyes are nearly closed. Then he sits back up.

“Oh! And i’m Iron Man. Which means i’m only a men.” Now Tony sounds upset again and Peter pulls him closer. So that Tony sits now on his lap. Perfect. Tony is smaller than him and Peter is a goner for that.

“Nah. Not only a men. Just the best i know.” Answers Peter now and he even kisses Tonys head. Tony shudders.

“Y-you only know aliens, but me. Your opinion doesn’t count.” Whispers Tony and Peter shakes his head.

“Nope. My opinion is the only one that counts. But if it calms you. Rocket and Groot also told Captaim America to fuck himself. And Drax had already his knife out.” Peter tells him and Tony relaxes.

“Really?” Tony asks and he looks so surprised at that. Peter holds him closer.

“Course. We are your friends.” He whispers in Tonys ear and Tony shudders beautifully again.

“It’s just… i miss them you know? I miss Steve so much and i thought he was my friend. And Clint he was so angry at me. And…i just i…really wanted to help! I made an update for Bucky, so he could live withouth being afraid to be controlled again. I thought…that then they all would come back and i wouldn’t be alone anymore.” Tony tells him slowly.

“Come with us.”

“What?” Tony sits up again and he doesn’t seem to be angry that he still sits in Peters lap.

“Come with us. Be a Guardian of the Galaxy. Please.” Peter really means it. When the ship is ready, they need to leave. And he can’t leave without Tony.

“You don’t need me!” Tonys says and Peter kisses his hair again.

I need you.”

Before Tony can protest again, Peter turns him a bit around and kisses him. He can still feel the salt from Tonys tears on his lips, but he doesn’t care. It feels so good. Tonys grip around his shoulder gets firmer. And then Tony kisses him back.

Peter is in heaven.

“Really?” Tony asks shyly when they part and Peter leans his forehead against Tonys.

“Really.” Peter smiles because Tonys face is a bright red now. Tony looks up at him and smiles back.

“Okay. I will come with you.” Tony says then Peter kisses him again, just because he can do that now. Tony giggles.

“But only because you need a Starqueen at your side.”

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Eleanor your head cannons are so wonderful!! I always get so excited when I see that you've elaborated on a new scenario. Your writing always feels spot on for these two. I would love to see how you envision the first night that Isak spends at Even's apartment.

  • I’m thinking it was at least seven different emojis, one of which was the kimono one, sixteen exclamation marks and two sideways selfies of Even sent to Isak’s phone, a message that said, home alone on friday! be there! don’t forget to bring a toothbrush! and then another message that just said, socks.
  • it was Isak knocking on Even’s door late that Friday afternoon because Sana had kept him at school to finish a biology project, asking him to please, please just focus, ending up with oh, all right, you go see your boy, it’s fine, it’ll probably be better if I do it by myself anyway and Isak kind of wanting to stay to prove her wrong but also kind of wanting to see Even, like, now.
  • it was Even opening the door to him, his eyes going all crinkly when he spots Isak, so gorgeous in his white shirt with the sauce stain on it, putting his hands on his cheeks, kissing his forehead and his mouth, telling him, hey you, hey you, you look so cute, how was your day, I’ve been cooking and leading him into the kitchen, putting Isak on the counter to talk about school, and new songs and a trip to Berlin in the summer, just the two of them, possibly, maybe.
  • it was dinner and a movie, Moulin Rouge, which Even had spent half an hour talking Isak into, promises of Paris at night and dancing through the milky way but mostly Isak playing a game on his phone, not into the singing but smiling everytime Even hums along with the songs anyway, smiling bigger when Even tells him I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is now you’re in the world to him, and kisses the top of his head.
  • it was Isak yawning, Even looking up at his bunkbed, asking him top? or bottom? and Isak blushing, shoving him away, like don’t be fucking rude and waving his toothbrush in front Even’s face, telling him I didn’t forget this and I’m going to use this now while you, he points vaguely to the bed then, figure that situation out.
  • it was Even lifting the blanket when Isak comes back, smiling brightly, saying come here now, baby, and you didn’t think I was going to make you sleep on the couch on now, did you? and Isak crawling next to Even, putting his cold feet against Even’s shins, Even asking him why oh why must you always do this? and then kissing him, and kissing him more, kissing his neck and his chest and his hip and his knee until they fall asleep, tired and happy, but mostly tired, all wrapped up in each other, two boys in a single bed with the biggest smiles in the world.

Alec walked into the loft and dropped his gear by the door. He sighed lightly as he rolled his shoulders to relieve some tension from the day. With war raging between shadowhunters and downworlders, things at the institute had been hellish. He was happy to finally be home.

“Mags,” He called, walking further into the loft. “You home.”

“I’ll be right out.”

The warlock’s voice floated from his study. Alec knew better than to disturb him while he was finishing up work, so he went over to the drink cart and starting pouring. He looked up when he heard footsteps coming down the hall.

Magnus looked as gorgeous as ever. His shirt fit tightly over his arms in a way that made Alec nearly drool. He pants were perfectly tailored over his shiny black shoes. His make up flawless, from the glitter above his eyes to the shimmering gloss painted on his lips. But there was something different about him today.

“Hey, you put the colors back in your hair.”

Magnus nodded, reaching for his drink. “I did.”

“I like it,” Alec walked closer to him. “It’s…sexy.”

Magnus smiled at him, sliding his hand up Alec’s arm and neck. “Sexy? Really?”

“Really,” Alec murmured, leaning a little closer. He saw Magnus start to smirk as he closed his eyes.

Magnus’s hand on his cheek brought their lips together in a soft kiss. Alec sighed softly as Magnus’s mouth moved against his own. He had been craving this all day, the feel of Magnus in his arms, solid and strong against his chest, the taste of his tongue, his hands on his body.

He wrapped his arms around the warlock’s waist, ready to draw him to the bedroom when the front door slammed open.

“Clary’s been kidnapped!” Jade shouted. Alec broke the kiss with a groan.

Of fucking course.

Fire

Part 1: Ice

Part 2:  Melting

Hazel eyes locked on the road, he pressed the gas pedal further down, casually running his hand through his brown curls.

His heart started to race in his chest as he got closer to his destination.

“You have reached your destination”

Shawn reached over to grab his phone, closing the GPS app and then he looked up and saw her.

Standing in front of a shady bar, two guys way too close to her.

She was wearing a mini dress, her back to him, strappy heels, long tanned legs tense and ready to run.

She looked like a dream, her wavy hair cascading down her back. That hair he would tug at and run his fingers through and he pulled up, slamming the door shut, getting out of the car, keys in hand.

With two big steps, he was by her side.

“Get into the car, Jo!” he growled against her temple and her eyes widened, seeing him. He took her wrist and led her to the car, opening the door for her.

He got into the driver’s seat and drove off, jaw clenched, knuckles white around the black steering wheel.

“Nice car,” Jo said, breaking the silence. Her voice hoarse and raspy and Shawn bit his lip.

“Did they touch you?”

“What?”

“Did. They. Touch. You, Josephine?”

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Teacher Jimin

Words: 1390

Warning: Smut, teasing.

* Y/N =  YOUR NAME *

Yes, he was your teacher, but you couldn’t do anything but give it up

Originally posted by absivthe



It was Mr. Park’s class time. You breathed deep. Park Jimin was your new english teacher and he might not be more than 3 years older than you. All the girls were talking about him. His gorgeous red hair, the way his thight jeans made his thighs look like, his soft lips… everything.

Your grades in his subject were really low. Just because you spent all your time looking at him and thinking about what those fingers could do to you. You did sit in your usual place, in the middle of the class beside your bf’s chair.

“Morning, class” He smirked at the class. His smile was as dangerous as a gun shot.

“Today lets study Past participle x Simple past. I know, i know. This subject sucks. It’s boring, but we’ve to review, Ok?” He said.

The time was running and all you were doing was stare at him. You could hear his voice but couldn’t listen to what he was saying.

You took a paper and wrote to your friend:

OMG, He’s so damn hot! I would let him fuck me till i can’t breath nor walk

You quickly passed it to her.

She read, smirked and nodded slowly. She gave you the paper back.

“I hope that paper is something about the class, Y/N” Mr. Park told you, making you jump.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Y-yes, Mr. Park. It is about the s-subject.” You blushed.

He walked towards you and leaned against your desk.

“I wanna see” he said softly. Your heart stopped, your brain screaming at you.

“NO!” you almost screamed. “I-i mean… No…I-i dont need help, she helped me already” you said, trying not to freak out.

“Unless you want to read this to all the class, i suggest you give me the paper” He said.

That was it. He was going to read the God damn paper, and you’d be fucked. He’d know what you thought about him.You were going to get in trouble.

You gave him the paper hesitantly.

He took it in his hands and read slowly.

Your heartbeat was fast, almost jumping to your mouth.

He looked at you, you saw his gaze darkening and his mouth falling open.

“Y/N… I wanna see you after class” He said and got back to his desk, saying nothing else.

You looked to your friend, who was staring scared.

“I’m fucked” you whispered to her.

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Reunited - Nine

A/N: Second to last part y’all. I’m a little anxious about this, because it has smut in it, which I don’t really write that often. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you to my beta @thorne93, you’re the best.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, Lexi(OC), Violet(OC), Sarah (OC)

Warnings: Fluff, alcohol consumption (no Jack in this one though) and Smut (probably shitty smut, but still)

Wordcount: 4336 (not even sorry)

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Originally posted by asapineapple

Contrary to all your fears and regular nightmares, the first wedding went off without a hitch. Wendy the wedding planner was happy, the bride and groom were happy, your employees were… exhausted, but happy.

You were all standing in your shop on Saturday afternoon, your job was done, your feet were killing you, and you had a giant smile on your lips.

“You all did awesome today,” you said, looking at the three girls. “I know we got off to a rough start with this, and I know the next one will probably not be any easier, but I am just so incredibly proud of you all. You have worked long hours with an unbelievable workload and I am just so grateful for all of you, I could not have done this without you,” you said, feeling yourself tearing up.  

“You haven’t been too bad yourself,” Lexi said with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” you said, nodding to her. “Listen, I have decided that we all need to relax a bit after this, so tonight I’m inviting you to a barbecue at my place. You don’t have to bring anything, just show up around seven and we’ll relax with some good food and a few beers. We have earned it.”

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Jimin is Away; Summer, Chapter Eight

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading out of your life. But when you find someone to fill the void, Jimin starts to become a bit strange.

Word Count: 1272

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Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v

“Y/N.” Jimin called out softly. She turned and looked at him in the darkness of the kitchen. She was listening to Frank Sinatra, a glass of wine in her hands. Jimin walked towards her, sitting in the barstool next to her. They hadn’t talked since Friday, and the three days of isolation were hard on Jimin. He wanted to talk, but he couldn’t pluck up the courage to do so. Until now at one in the morning on Monday. Thankfully school was out, otherwise he’d regret his choice of leaving bed when he woke up in the morning.

“Jimin.” Y/N mumbled a greeting.

“It’s one.”

“I know.”

“Why are you drinking?”

“Why are you awake?” she shot back. Jimin sighed.

“I heard the music.”

“I’m sorry, I can turn it down?” Y/N said. Jimin shook his head.

“I’d rather you talk to me instead, I miss you.” Jimin mumbled. Y/N laughed dryly.

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really. I’m sorry for what I said on Friday. I was angry and stupid and I hate myself for yelling at you that way. I’m sorry for breaking the house rules, I should’ve told you Wheein was coming over like we’d agree to do.” Jimin’s voice shifted from apologetic to hard, “But you were with that guy, and I didn’t know if you were coming home.”

“Jimin, what’s your point?”

“I’m sorry. I miss my best friend, it’s not the same without you around. I don’t want to lose you, Y/N, please forgive me?” She sighed and looked up at his puppy dog face, her cold heart melting.

“You don’t say things like that to friends Jimin, but I’m sorry too for provoking you on that day.” She said. Jimin smiled and laughed.

“You forgive me?”

“Yes, you dork. I don’t want to lose you either.” She smiled.

“So, why are you drinking?” Jimin asked again and Y/N sighed.

“Can’t shut the mind off. I was in the mood for something stronger than sleep medicine. Besides, wine’s natural.” She bantered. Jimin chuckled and shook his head.

“Can I make it up to you Y/N? I can take you to dinner tonight? Well, when tonight actually comes.” Jimin offered.

“I can’t. Hoseok and I are going on a double date.” She said softly. Jimin looked down at the counter.

“Oh. Who with?”

“Jungkook and Hoseok’s friend Taehyung, they’re going in blind.” Jimin laughed at this.

“Kookie’s gonna be happy about that.” He laughed.

“He still thinks he’s going on a date with a girl. He looked so disappointed, but he said he’d bear through it for me.” Y/N giggled.

“Hey, you got a drop of wine right there.” Jimin mumbled, using his thumb to wipe away the drop at the corner of Y/N’s mouth. Jimin and Y/N stared at each other for a while, their eyes flickering over the other’s face expectantly.

“I-I should go back to bed.” Jimin mumbled, standing up quickly. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Jimin.” Y/N called back to his retreating figure, noticing how Jimin’s hand was clenched over his heart.


“Do I look good Y/N?” Jungkook asked as the two of them walked up to the arcade and bar they were meeting Hoseok at that night.

“Kookie, you look fine, I’m sure she’ll drool over you.” Y/N teased. Jungkook huffed.

“Bitch please, I’m not looking good for her, I’m looking good for me.” Jungkook said, playfully flipping his hair back. Y/N giggled and rolled her eyes.

“Okay, whatever you say Jungkook.” Y/N smirked as Jungkook held the door open for her. She spotted Hoseok sitting at a table with Taehyung and she ran up to him, Jungkook following behind her. Hoseok stood and hugged Y/N tightly.

“Hey babe. So, this is the infamous Jungkook I’ve been hearing so much about?” he smiled, shaking Jungkook’s hand once he let go of Y/N.

“You talk about me?” Jungkook blushed and Y/N giggled.

“I’m guessing you’re Taehyung?” Y/N asked. Taehyung’s smile was boxy and he looked gorgeous with honey-blonde hair and a casual t-shirt and jeans.

“Yup, that’s me! It’s nice to meet the gal that has Hobi-hyung here so entranced.” He giggled when Hoseok slapped his shoulder.

Taehyung peered over Y/N’s shoulder and his mouth dropped. She backed away to allow the two single boys to meet each other face-to-face. They both stood there, eyes wide and mouths open as they blatantly eye-fucked each other. Y/N and Hoseok glanced at each other and chuckled knowingly. Taehyung moved first, offering out his hand.

“Taehyung.” He smiled and Jungkook hesitantly gave one in return, taking Taehyung’s hand.

“Jungkook.” He blushed and Taehyung awed.

“We’ll just leave you two lovebirds alone then. C’mon Y/N.” Hoseok ushered her away as the two boys moved closer to each other.

“Well, looks like they hit it off well.” Hoseok laughed, “I bet you five bucks they’ll be making out by the end of the night?”

“Deal.” Y/N laughed, allowing Hoseok to slide his arm around her waist.

The two of them drank and played around all night with the various arcade games and pool tables, enjoying the other’s company. Y/N grumbled in disappointment when she found Taehyung and Jungkook making out in a corner booth later that night, handing Hoseok a five-dollar bill.

“It was like love at first sight for those two.” Y/N commented as she sipped a beer, sitting on a worn-out couch wrapped up in Hoseok’s arms. Her back was pressed to his chest and Hoseok hummed in thought, his head resting on her shoulder.

“They’re cute together though, it’ll be good for Kookie to have someone to love.” She continued as she watched the boys play skee-ball together. Jungkook’s chest was pressed against Taehyung’s back as he helped guide Tae’s arm to get the ball in the 100 point hole. When they both got the ball in, Taehyung jumped in happiness, hugging Jungkook tightly in his arms. Y/N could see Jungkook’s smile and attraction to Taehyung from across the room and she felt happy for him.

“It was like that for me.” Hoseok mumbled, pressing a tender kiss against her neck. Y/N sighed blissfully as she let Hoseok give her neck open-mouthed kisses. “When I first saw you in the café, with Namjoon, my heart stopped. You were so pretty and I didn’t know how to approach you, you made me weak, baby.” Hoseok turned her around in his lap, pecking her lips gently before continuing.

“Y/N, I know it’s only been a week and a half since we’ve met, but I’ve never felt this way towards someone before. You make my heart fly and I don’t want anyone else to look at you the way I do. So, Y/N, would you be my girlfriend?” Hoseok asked.

Y/N’s mind instantly went to Jimin and his warning about Hoseok. How he felt like something bad would happen with this guy. How he made her promise to be careful. But with the way Hoseok was staring; like she was some sort of ethereal being, how could that be true? Y/N liked Hoseok so much, and Jimin had Wheein anyways. Who was he to tell her who to go out with and who not to? Y/N leaned down and kissed Hoseok, tasting chocolate and caramel on his lips. She heard cat-calling, and broke the kiss to see Taehyung and Jungkook were the ones behind it with cocky smiles on their faces.

“Oh shut up, you two were going at it earlier!” Hoseok playfully yelled, laughing when he saw the boys’ cheeks turn pink.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?” Hoseok smirked and Y/N nodded.

“Yes Hoseok, I’ll be your girlfriend.”