i swear tomorrow i will try to do something much better than this

Like you mean it 😘

Thank you, @cuppa-tea-eh for that prompt! :) It was so much fun! (and whenever ‘it was fun’ it turns into… well, 3k this time. Whoops!) I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer to read it there… :)


Cho Chang. Cho Chang? Really? Cho. Chang!!

“Draco, are you alright?” Pansy was waving a hand in front of his face, scrutinising him intently. She looked worried.

“Cho Chang,” Draco muttered for the umpteenth time. Pansy sighed, letting her hand drop to her side and leaning away again.

“Yes, Draco, Cho Chang. But she said no. She’s already going with someone else.”

Draco couldn’t help but sneer. Thank Merlin Chang was already going out with Diggory! But Potter seemed to fancy her nonetheless. Draco had caught him staring at the Ravenclaw in the Great Hall several times. It made him want to dump his porridge on Potter’s head.

When he saw Potter the next day, he noticed how tense his shoulders looked, how he was walking with his head bowed. Draco would have liked nothing more than to go over there and end Potter’s misery. There were only a few minor problems. Draco had a reputation to uphold. He couldn’t just walk over there and ask him to the Yule Ball. Besides, Potter didn’t even like him.

The more Draco thought about the impossibility of ever being with the stupid Gryffindor, the angrier he got. As he watched Potter cross the courtyard, he acted on impulse. He scooped up a handful of snow and threw it with as much force as he could. It hit Potter right in the back of his head.

“Ow!” He whirled around and narrowed his eyes when he saw Draco sneering at him.

“Potter!” Draco didn’t even have to force his voice to sound gleeful, it was an automatism. “Could you be any more pathetic?” He approached Potter with a smart pace, flashing his ‘Potter stinks’ badge before he came to a halt in front of him. “How does it feel, Potter, to realise you’re not everybody’s darling?” He cackled scornfully, jutting his chin forward. “The Boy Who Lived… can’t even find a date for the Yule Ball.”

Potter glowered at him and Draco felt almost embarrassed about how much he was enjoying it.

“Oh, because everybody is begging you to go with them?” Potter said in a mocking tone. Draco straightened himself, attempting to look as superior as possible.

“Unlike you, I get to pick and choose amongst my devoted admirers.”

Draco scowled when Potter snorted.

“Right. The one devoted admirer being Pansy Parkinson. And you call me pathetic.”

Draco struggled to keep his composure. But he wouldn’t let Potter win.

“Should I build you a snowwoman, so you won’t end up alone after all? At least she’d have as much charisma as you.”

“Don’t bother, Malfoy,” Potter said gruffly. “Worry about yourself. I bet you can’t find someone other than Pansy who’d want to go with you.”

Draco felt his cheeks burn up. He didn’t want to go with Pansy but had already made his peace with it, seeing as the person he really wanted to go with wasn’t an option.

“I already told you, I have lots of choices,” Draco fumed. It was an outright lie and he suspected Potter knew it. The Gryffindor crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Draco a speculative glance.

“Alright, let’s make a bet then.”

Draco pressed his lips together to keep himself from gaping. He squared his shoulders and forced himself to smirk.

“Sure. But if- I mean when I turn up with my date, who won’t be Pansy, you’ll kneel in front of me and kiss my hand.” Draco chuckled inwardly.

“What? I won’t be kneeling-”

“Scared you’ll lose, Potter?” Draco said tauntingly. Potter gritted his teeth.

“Fine! Since you seem to be so sure of yourself, I’ll make it easy for you. If I win, you’ll kiss your date in front of everyone! Like you mean it.”

Draco bit his lip. Potter wasn’t playing fair. He knew Pansy had a thing for Draco and she would kill him if he went to the ball with somebody else and kissed them right in front of her. But he couldn’t back down now.

“You’ve got yourself a bet, Potter,” he growled and stalked off to the Slytherin common room. What had he gotten himself into? This was bound to end badly. He knew it from the second he had agreed to this stupid bet and was proven right again when he talked to Pansy.

“What do you mean, you can’t go to the ball with me?” she screeched. Draco sighed.

“I made a bet with Potter,” he said, plopping down in an armchair.

“And that bet excludes me as your date?” She was probably going to start throwing things any second now.

“It does,” Draco replied. “Just ask Blaise or something.” It was obviously the wrong thing to say. Pansy’s face was red and blotchy, her nostrils were flared and her eyes look murderous.

“I will kill Potter for this,” she yelled and stormed off into her dorm. Draco let his head fall back and tried not to think about how Pansy would react if he actually had to kiss someone in front of her. Like you mean it. Potter’s words echoed in his head. That would be a tough sell. The only person he could imagine kissing in earnest was the one he’d had to beat in this stupid bet.


Draco looked around the Great Hall and wrinkled his nose. Finding a date to the Yule Ball had turned out harder than he had anticipated. Every single person he had asked was already taken, or at least they said they were, and time was running out fast. The stupid ball was tomorrow. His only consolation was that Potter didn’t seem to have had much luck either.

He didn’t know why he did it, what idiocy drove him to provoke Potter further, but when Potions class was over, he strode over to the Gryffindor and casually leaned his hip against his desk.

“Time’s almost up, Potter. We can do a test run if you like, to familiarise your knees to being bent.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Granger and Weasley blinking at him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Potter said, standing up. “You on the other hand should probably take better care of these.” Without warning, Potter’s thumb was brushing Draco’s lower lip. “They look a bit chapped. Wouldn’t want your date to cut themselves on your lip.”

Draco could only watch Potter and his friends, who were still gaping at Draco, leave the classroom while he stood there, dumbfounded and rooted to the spot. His heart was about to jump out his chest and his legs felt like he had been hit with the Jelly-Legs-Jinx.

He was still slightly swaying when he found Blaise in the library.

“Got a date yet?” he asked, putting down his quill. Draco groaned.

“No. And Potter is driving me insane!”

“Honestly, you should just ask him to be your date and be done with it,” Blaise suggested.

“You’re very helpful,” Draco barked.

“Seriously, Draco, I swear to Salazar, if you don’t do anything about it and I have to endure you talking about him every waking minute until we finish school, I will throw myself into the Great Lake.”

“You know very well I can’t do anything about it,” Draco huffed. “And I do not talk about him that much.”

Blaise gave him an exasperated look and sighed.

“Why do you even like him?”

Draco frowned.

“How should I know? I just… do.”

Shaking his head, Blaise took his quill and stuffed it into his bag.

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Good Girls Go Bad

Set in the 40’s. Y/N was your stereotypical girl next door, growing up in the apartment right across the hall from James Buchanan Barnes. She had always been the shy, reserved girl; she was the complete opposite of the enigmatic ladies man. Despite their proximity, she was sure that he didn’t even know she existed. What happens when they run into one another during a night out on the town? Is just one night all it really takes? 

Word Count: 3,408

Warnings: swearing, smut


Originally posted by evanstansource


You sighed, adjusting your dress as you gazed into the mirror. Even though it was still rather conservative, you couldn’t help but notice that it was more revealing than you were used to. The neckline plunged rather low, the collar fastened with a bow that drew attention to your cleavage. The waist was cinched, showing off your figure. Paired with the red heels that your friends had chosen for you, you were looking like a regular bombshell. Your friends had insisted that you go out with them tonight. You had turned them down too many times. They said that now, of all days, you had to accompany them. The newest army recruits would be shipping out tomorrow, and it was sure to be a lively night.

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THE QUEST FOR LOVE

Relationships has never been something I’m brave enough to write about, especially in public. The love between a man and a woman to me is very personal. Add religion into the equation and it just becomes very sacred to me. I do not wish to write too long, since I have classes tomorrow at 9am and it’s exactly 4.30am right now. However, I just need to let a few things off my chest because it has been bothering me for quite a while now. Also, due to my hectic schedule, this is the only time I have to write- though I swear to god I’m super sleepy right now

Before we jump into the topic, yes I am single. Have I ever been in a relationship? The answer is also yes. I know how it feels like to love and be loved the same way I know how it feels to be completely shattered. You see, different people have different definitions of love. I strongly believe that the people we fall in love with can sometimes reflect the kind of person we are. For instance, I really value religion, knowledge and ambition. Thus, if i were to marry someone, I look for someone with these exact characteristics. I want someone who has the same goals that I have. Someone who will not only fight with me to succeed in this world, but also in the hereafter. I need someone who works just as hard as I do, not someone who is always tired and only cares about sleep. No more time should be wasted with whiny and lazy ambitionless boys. If you’re serious to pursue a relationship, look for a man.

If there’s one thing a relationship has taught me, it is the importance of maturity when it comes to love. NEVER indulge in a relationship just because it’s a ‘nice’ feeling. If you want to be with someone might as well be with a person who will help bring the best out of you, spiritually, mentally and also emotionally. If the relationship you are in is leading you towards the haraam, leave. No buts. It is just the end of a toxic relationship, not the end of the world. 

By the way people, it is perfectly OKAY to be single. I have been single for over a year now, and wallahi I have never been this happy and I have been achieving so much. I always tell my friends that when you are single, you have 27 hours a day. What it essentially mean is that you’ll have more time for yourself. I know some people who can only seek comfort in the presence of their significant other. After one relationship ends they feel the need to jump into another. Chill people, chill. Take a breather. You don’t need another person to feel sufficient. Try to be comfortable and at peace with yourself with or without a relationship. You have the rest of your life to be spent with your significant other, so while you’re single, might as well really embrace/enjoy it.

Okay last point before I hit the sack, never settle. Ya Allah I can’t stress this enough. Being single is better than being with the wrong person. As they say, it’s better to wait long than marry wrong. If we dont know what we deserve, we will always settle for less. But to deserve more, we should first be more. Build your character before you choose to build a family. Study hard, learn new skills, take up a hobby, read more, travel. There’s so much that can be done when you’re single for your personal development. Take care of yourself. Your health, spirituality, intelligence, akhlak (good character) etc & inshaAllah you’ll get someone who’d do the same for you.

Jim Rohn once said, “The greatest gift you can give somebody is your own personal development. I used to say, ‘If you will take care of me, I will take care of you.’ Now I say, ‘I will take care of me for you, if you will take care of you for me”.

I know this entry is all over the place, but I’m half awake so do forgive me. I hope you find this post helpful. As for me, call me philophobic but I am personally afraid to be in a relationship again. But when the time comes, I hope the guy I end up with will be proud with the lady I have become. If you happen to read this, whoever you may be, please know that not a day passes that I don’t make do’a for you, and for us. Wherever you are in this world, I hope you are also striving to be your best self. May Allah make it easy for us to find our way to each other. See you when I see you!

Ending this cringey post with one of my favorite quotes from Rumi,

‘Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.’

Lots of love,

Aisyah

accidentalkilljoys  asked:

okay but what if Derek was a hug deliveryman and Stiles ordered a hug

“Stiles Stilinski?”

Stiles looks up, his mouth dropping open when he reaches the pinnacle of stubbled beauty that is the man’s face. 

“Oh wow,” he says, “wow, I would not have called the leather.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Stiles kind of wants to marry his eyebrows. There’s something kind of Bronte about them, dark and brooding, like they could carry him across a windswept moor. He might be wearing a dress in this scenario. He’s comfortable in his masculinity. 

“You’re a little later than I was expecting -” he raises an eyebrow, his pause expectant. 

“Derek.”

“Derek, right. I am running late for forensics, Derek, so we’ll do the whole getting to know you thing next time, okay?” Stiles pushes his chair back with a hideous screech and regards him for a second. He figures, first time, he should probably go with the clasped hands back pounding bro-hug, only under the leather jacket there’s a forest-green henley that just looks like it smells really good, and Stiles has never been good with temptation. He slides his arms between the henley and the jacket, steps in close, presses himself against body heat and a certain rigidity that melts pretty quickly into Derek’s arms around his back, perfect pressure, snuggly bliss. 

Stiles steps back and beams

“That was - shit, perfect. Thanks, Derek.” 

“Yeah,” Derek says. He looks bemused, almost dazed. Stiles’d go in for round two only he catches sight of a clock over Derek’s shoulder and swears, slings his bag over his shoulder, runs

*

He honestly does know better than to hang out on Craigslist, Scott, he does, but where can you go wrong with a hug delivery service? That’s like hating puppies, Scott. Why would you hate the puppies? 

Scott, sounding frustrated and a little worried and kinda reluctantly amused, insists that he doesn’t hate the puppies. 

Right, Stiles agrees, because all of his plans are amazing and a hug delivery service couldn’t possibly be wrong. Right? 

It’s so much easier to read agreement into everything Scott says when they’re only calling. There are unexpected advantages to college. 

(There’s a weird email, apologising for the mix up at the coffee shop. 

Hey, Stiles sends back, I didn’t mind that you were late, no worries. And then, greatly daring, so about getting to know each other…

He honestly does know better than to pass out his actual address on the internet, okay, he does, but… y’know. Puppies.)

*

Derek’s early. 

No leather this time, though, which is thoughtful of him, just a dark red sweater with thumb holes that should possibly be illegal. 

“Hey,” Stiles says, eager and happy and grinning all over his face, and this time it triggers a tiny smile in return. “Hey, Derek.”

“Stiles,” Derek says. “Look -” 

“Are you okay to do this sitting down, this time?”

Derek’s eyebrows huddle together for warmth (the windswept moors will do that to you) but he doesn’t look exactly averse, so Stiles tugs him by the sleeve towards the sinfully comfortable eyesore of a couch, getting him situated in the corner and then leaning back against him, pulling Derek’s arm around him. He tips his head back against Derek’s shoulder and moans, faintly. 

“I swear, Derek,” he says, “you were made for me.” 

Derek doesn’t respond. His arm maybe tightens, a little. 

(A little while later, halfway into Serenity, Stiles thinks he maybe hears knocking at the door, but frankly he’s in the best damn hug of his life thus far and nothing short of fire alarms is getting him out of it.

Derek huffs into his hair. Stiles is taking that as agreement.)

***

Laura turns around when the door opens, cocking her head to one side at her brother’s appearance - he’s flushed, and a little rumpled, and almost smiling

“So,” she says, “did you give the neighbor kid the parcel we took in, yet?” 

Derek glares at her, eyebrows lowering, a wash of bright color cresting on his cheeks. 

“I’m working on it.” The tilting of his mouth looks almost involuntary. “I’ll try again tomorrow,” he says. 

Faking It

Summary: You try to keep your relationship a secret, but Steve reveals everything with just a single glance in your direction. 

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1,640

A/N: I will probably regret writing this instead of my 10 pg research paper later. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this! xx | masterlist

Originally posted by performingxdreams


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“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#5. “Who the fuck is this guy!? “My brother….” “Sure! Sure he is!”

Here we go for jealous Bruce Wayne, because that’s what this prompt inspired me to write. Boom, hope you’ll like it I’m a bit unsure about this one, feedbacks are welcome : 

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Damian was a bit confused. Usually, on patrol, they would like…do things. Catch criminals. Stop bank robberies. Save widows and orphans.

Yes, Damian was utterly confused as to why tonight, his father and him were following…his mom. Not Talia. You. He never considered Talia his mother, he came to that realization the first time you made him hot cocoa and cookies after he had a rough day, and just…talked to him. Asked him how he was feeling. Just genuinely cared for him, something Talia Al’Ghul never did. 

She was his mother, but you were his mommy. 

And so, tonight, as he was jumping from a building to another, following you through the dark street of Gotham, he wasn’t really sure what was going on. 

Oh my God…Were you a criminal ? Was he going to loose you because his father was going to put you behind bars ? But he loves you ! How could he ? 

If it came to that, Damian decided that he would fight his dad, giving you enough time to escape. Yes. He would save you. There was no way he was letting his mommy go in prison, no matter what she did…

His father was talking to Dick about something happening in North Gotham. He then proceeded to call Tim to ask him to go to the docks join Jason because some big drug deal was going on…And once again, Damian wondered why they were tracking you instead of taking care of the real issues. 

He looked down in the street, you were at a small cafe, ordering a huge cup of coffee, that he knew was probably the blackest beverage ever. You liked it that way. But that’s it. You were getting coffee. Sure it was 10:30 pm but like, you couldn’t always just stay at the Manor right ? You’d be bored ! 

Besides, you were a writer, you often came to get coffee at night with your notebook, you always said it brought you lots of inspiration (he loved your stories, and was your number one beta reader). 

It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be out, getting coffee (even if Gotham was dangerous at night, you knew how to defend yourself thanks to your Husband’s training, and besides, one of your sons kinda always had an eye on you anyway…just to be sure), so again, why were they here ? Why weren’t they on the docks, with Tim and Jason, to fight some real criminals ? 

Bruce refused to let Damian patrol alone so far, which is why he was with him, but usually, he’d explain what was going on you know ? Not able to contain himself anymore, Damian asked : 

-Father…why are we spying on mom ? 

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#pining!draco #parseltongue #quidditch

Prompts: @yxxn-g1
Author: @queenofthyme

There may have been fourteen players on the field but Draco only had eyes for one. Fast, lean, focused, Potter was like a bullet the way he shot across the Quidditch pitch. The other seeker didn’t stand a chance. 

“No wonder you didn’t want me to come,” Blaise said from beside Draco, breaking him from his trance.

It was true – he didn’t want Blaise to come. Some of the eighth years had set up their own Quidditch club. Draco wasn’t a part of it, of course, but that didn’t mean he didn’t wake up ridiculously early every morning so he could watch them, well, Potter, play.

Draco, of course – he had the worst luck, made the mistake of stepping on that creaking floorboard by Blaise’s bed – he usually avoided it but the early starts had started to make his brain a little foggy.

Blaise hadn’t been too happy at being awoken before the sun itself, but the more Draco pushed for him to go back to sleep, the more curious he had become. In the end, he insisted Draco take him with him.

Draco forced his eyes to land on another player before replying. "What do you mean by that?“

Blaise snorted. "Come on, Draco, it’s pretty obvious why you’re here.”

Draco kept his face straight ahead, avoiding Blaise’s knowing eyes. “I enjoy Quidditch.”

“Maybe you enjoy it a little too much.”

Draco averted his eyes as Potter flew into his line of vision. That was hardly his fault. He turned to Blaise. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Blaise smirked. “I think you know exactly what I mean.” Blaise jerked his head out to the field. “Heads up, lover boy.”

Draco turned back to find Potter hurtling towards them, the snitch at the edge of the pitch where they sat in the stands. With his Quidditch robes flying behind him and a fierce determination in his eyes, Potter looked like a dream. In fact, Draco had had this very dream, maybe with a few minor adjustments to the rest of Potter’s clothing. (What clothing?)

Potter’s hand closed around the snitch – close enough that Draco could have leaned forward and snatched it up himself – and a low hissing sound escaped his mouth. Draco felt the sound in his entire body.

Potter twisted his broom with ease, avoiding impact with the stand, and flew back to his team, his hand raised high, showing off his win.

Draco slumped back – he had somehow found himself at the very tip of his seat, leaning into the pitch. His heart pounded against his chest, as if it wished to escape.

“What was that?” Blaise asked.

Draco waved a hand dismissively, focusing on calming his heartbeat. “It’s parseltongue. Potter use to – does speak it.”

“That’s not what I –“ Blaise paused. His voice grew mocking. “Oh no.”

Draco looked over to Blaise, alarmed. “What?”

Blaise smiled – it stretched over his face slowly. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t!” Draco crossed his legs nervously. He immediately regretted it when Blaise’s eyes were drawn to the action, widening at the implication.

“You did!” Blaise clapped his hands together. He was enjoying this. “You pervert! Potter’s snake tongue has got you all hot and bothered.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Draco insisted. “Why would – “ Draco spotted Potter flying back up to the stand and his voice faltered. The snitch was nowhere to be seen.

Blaise leaned into Draco to whisper: “Better keep your legs crossed.”

Draco blushed. “I AM NOT HA - Potter!” Draco yelled as Potter approached. “Good catch.” Great form. Amazing body.

Potter dismounted his broom, considerably less gracefully then he flew. “Thanks, Malfoy” he said, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “I didn’t know you were - I mean, did you want to play? Is that why you’re here? Because I can – “

“I’m fine,” Draco interrupted. He didn’t fancy making a fool of himself.

“Draco prefers to watch,” Blaise added. Draco shot him a murderous look. Blaise. Was. Dead.

Luckily, Potter didn’t catch on to the meaning. He shuffled on the spot. “Oh, okay then. If you change your mind, let – “

“Why do you - when you - why do you do that?” Draco blurted out before Potter could leave.

Potter tilted his head, staring at Draco intently with puckered eyebrows, confusion clear on his face.

“He means why do you speaks parseltongue when you catch the snitch,” Blaise translated.

Potter’s face relaxed; he laughed sheepishly. “You heard that? It’s just something that happens when I’m not concentrating on what I’m saying.” Potter paused to think about it. “You know, when I’m reacting instinctively.”

“Reacting instinctively hmm?” Blaise repeated, his whole face alight. “That must happen quite a bit huh, Potter?” Blaise said with a painfully obvious wink, nudging Draco as he did.

“Yeah, actually, it’s – “ Blaise’s implication must have hit Potter a second too late. He fumbled over his words. “What are you - Oh I didn’t mean - that’s not - I mean, you don’t need to - um.” Potter closed his mouth firmly, a blush creeping over his cheeks. Draco could see the cogs in Potter’s mind working overtime, trying to find an escape. Draco felt quite the same way. Blaise was worse than dead.

“I should get back to the team,” Potter said, after a telling pause, mounting his broom.

“Bye, Potter,” Blaise said sweetly. “Draco looks forward to the opportunity to hear your parseltongue once more.”

Potter hissed again, low and breathy. Draco didn’t require a translation to know Potter was swearing.

“He means during Quidditch,” Draco quickly covered up, crossing his legs tighter and internally vowing to destroy Blaise for the most mortifying experience of his life.

“No I – “

Draco clapped a hand over Blaise’s mouth before he could ruin Draco’s day further. Draco tried to smile at Potter, his face burning.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Potter said, his face just as aflame as Draco’s. “Our next Quidditch meet,” he explained when Draco remained silent.

Draco nodded a little too enthusiastically once he understood Potter’s meaning, already anticipating the next time he might hear Potter make that hissing sound again. “Yeah, see you tomorrow, Potter.”

more like this l @queenofthyme

theultimatetrash  asked:

MC steals a hoodie from the RFA bois ( plus V and Saeran) I will actually die reading it!!!!!

This was a very fun thing to write because I would totally be a hoodie stealer. They’re just so soft and look so good aaahh. (I swear I can literally just get turned on by hoodies)

Anyway, here goes!

RFA react to MC wearing their hoodie


Yoosung:

-You weren’t going to see him for a few days because of a University trip he was going on
-You decided to steal one of his hoodies- a light blue one- before he left
-It smelled just like him
-Yoosung didn’t know you’d stolen it because he’s oblivious
-Whilst he’s away you take a selfie in it to send to the messenger
-Seven’s reply is quick
-“Wait- that hoodie looks familiar.”
-“MC, did you steal Yoosung’s hoodie?!?”
-Queue Seven teasing you mercilessly
-Until Yoosung enters
-You forgot he could still go on the messenger
-Oops
-He’s not mad, though
-“Aww, MC you miss me that much?”
-“But wait, when did you steal my hoodie?”
-You cautiously explain but he finds it adorable
-“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon!”
-“Also I want my hoodie back.”
-You really want to keep it, though
-Steal the same hoodie every time you’re at his until it smells more like you than him


Zen: 

-“Babe, why are you led on the sofa?”
-“Babe, is that my hoodie?”
-You blush and shrug, pulling it closer to you. You can smell Zen’s shampoo on it
-Zen wants his hoodie back
-???But you look adorable in it???
-“Can I have my hoodie please?”
-You shake your head.
-He’s starting to get kind of jealous that you seem to prefer snuggling the hoodie than him
-“Why are you even wearing it?”
-“It smells like you,” is your honest answer.
-“Don’t I smell like me more?”
-He has a fair point actually
-“Ok, fine, I’ll cuddle you.”
-You grab his wrist and pull him onto the sofa next to you
-“That’s better babe, you were starting to make me jealous.”
-He smiled and tries to take the hoodie back but you’re not letting go
-You look up at him
-“The hoodie is warmer than you”
-That’s it, he’s gonna fight the hoodie


Jaehee:

-You two pretty much just share all your clothes at this point
-I mean, you’re practically the same size so why not?
-Plus you have similar tastes
-But Jaehee has this one hoodie that is exclusively hers no matter what
-You really want to wear it, even just for one day
-Jaehee’s downstairs making coffee and organising one of Zen’s musicals for you to watch
-So you decide to put on The Hoodie™
-You weren’t disappointed
-It smelt exactly like her and was so warm and soft
-You wonder why you hadn’t always worn it
-Until Jaehee finds out
-Activate judo mode
-“MC, you know that hoodie is mine.”
-Queue a very embarrassed explanation of how you just wanted to wear something that smelt like her
-She becomes a blushing mess and is highly flattered
-So you think you’ve gotten away with it
-But she still demands for it back
-“Whilst it looks very cute on you, that hoodie does belong to me and only me so you’re gonna have to take it off”
-You try and guilt trip her by pouting and pulling the puppy dog eyes
-Jaehee’s having none of it


Jumin:

-Jumin is on a business trip and isn’t due back until tomorrow
-So you decide to search his wardrobe for a hoodie or something to steal
-He only has shirts and suits
-LITERALLY JUST SHIRTS, VESTS, SUITS, PANTS AND TIES
-What are you supposed to steal now?
-When Jumin gets back, you ask why he doesn’t have any hoodies.
-“What is a hoodie?”
-Jumin explains that he never needs to wear commoner clothes so he doesn’t have any.
-“But what am I supposed to steal when you aren’t here?”
-This precious bean is just so confused
-“Why would you want to steal my clothes? I could just buy you a new hoodie or an entire new wardrobe if you want.”
-No Jumin, you don’t understand
-You explain that you just want to be reminded of him while he’s away and wearing your significant other’s hoodie is a thing that couples do
-Still doesn’t quite understand but he decides to buy a single very expensive hoodie
-“Here, you can steal this.”
-“Jumin, it won’t smell of you if you don’t wear it.”
-Even? More? Confused?
-You decide to just give up


707/Saeyoung:

-This boy’s entire wardrobe is just hoodies so there shouldn’t be a problem
-Plus they’re all just the perfect amount of bagginess on you and smell just like him
-Is this hoodie heaven?
-You put on his black and yellow one because it’s the only design he owns
-He’s sat at the computer hacking so he doesn’t notice when you first enter the room
-But when he does
-BOI
-Error: 707.exe has crashed
-He is so turned on by you wearing his hoodie
-So he just stands up and makes out with you
-“Please wear my clothes more often, MC.”
-“Ummm…”
-That wasn’t quite how you expected it to go
-But, hey, you ain’t complaining
-So he continues to kiss you until…
-Well, the hoodie ended up being the only item of clothing on your body in barely no time at all


V:

-He’s blind, he couldn’t even tell you were wearing his hoodie
-But when he hugs you and feels the length of the sleeves he’s so concerned
-“MC, why are your clothes so big on you?”
-“Oh, I wore your hoodie.”
-He doesn’t understand at all
-“Wait, do you not have enough clothes? Do I need to buy you more?”
-You explain that it’s fine and that you just wanted to wear something that smells of him
-He’s almost as confused as Jumin
-They did grow up in the same environment, though
-“Oh, well I guess if you want to do that you can”
-This precious cinnamon roll
-Let’s MC steal his hoodies all the time even if he doesn’t understand why
-We don’t deserve him 


Saeran: 

-All his hoodies are black Edgy™
-When he sees you in one he just snatches it off your back
-“Saeran,” you whine at him
-“This hoodie is mine.”
-“I want to wear it though.”
-He continues to refuse so you get all pouty on him.
-“Why do you even want to wear it?”
-You explain you want to wear his scent
-Then tomato child gets red in the face
-“Well you could….um…..just hug me if you want”
-This smol bean just wants cuddles
-But you’re still not getting the hoodie. 
-They are strictly his.

EXO / Mafia AU - First wedding night after an arranged marriage

REQUESTS:

Hi:) I have an ExoMafiaReaction request. Arranged Marriage: The first night after the Wedding. Do they get Intimitate? Does their wife even want to sleep in the same room/bed with them?

Sooo hiw about an arranged marriege mafia au with EXO or BTS , about your first wedding night

Thank you for requesting this! Hope you enjoy! ❤️

OTHER MAFIA AUs: BTS / EXO / GOT7

WARNING: FLUFF, some strong language, some violence & some sexual themes.


Xiumin

Originally posted by imemegines

As soon as the wedding was over, the door of your room in the hotel closed shut right in front of Minseok’s face.

“Uh…” Minseok said awkwardly, not even sure if you were listening to him behind the door. “Y/n, you do know that we’re supposed to share the room, right?”

“We’re not,” Minseok heard your reply. “And if we are, it’s your loss. Because I’m not letting you in.”

Minseok’s eyebrows shot up. “I have a gun, I can literally shoot the lock off and enter if I want to.”

“Try me.”

Minseok was truly tempted to try you, but then he sighed, realizing that even if he did get his gun out, he wouldn’t be able to even aim at the lock of the door. He respected you too much, even if you seemed to hate his guts.

Despite barely knowing him, you seemed to already know that he wouldn’t dare to shoot the lock off. Maybe you were just good at reading people, or maybe you knew more about him that you let on.

“So, you want to talk?” Minseok asked, sitting down on the floor outside of the room.

“No. I’m going to sleep,” came your reply.

“Alright. So I guess I’ll sleep in the hallway then,” Minseok said with a sigh.

No one told him marriage to you was going to be so difficult. You two were supposed to bring rival families together with your marriage, and yet you still treated Minseok more like a rival than a husband.

He had hopes that your attitude towards him would change, but when two hours later, the door of the room was still locked and he was already getting sleepy, he understood that maybe not.

Standing up from the floor and feeling his bones ache for sitting on a hard surface for so long, Minseok got ready to head to the lobby and sleep on the couch. And then, he heard the door click.

You unlocked it.

Minseok stared at the door in confusion for a moment, waiting for you to come out and yell at him, but you didn’t come. You just unlocked the door, proving that you may have hated him, but you weren’t completely heartless.


Suho

Originally posted by exowolf-reactions

You weren’t sure how similar to actual marriages were arranged ones, but the wedding process seemed to be identical, so perhaps, everything else was ought to be identical, too?

“You look scared,” Junmyeon’s voice woke you up from the trance and you looked around the limousine the two of you were in before you turned to look at him.

“I’m just a little unsure of what happens next,” you admitted quietly and looked down.

“Nothing happens next,” Junmyeon shrugged his shoulders. “We go home.”

“Home?” you looked up at him again. “Just like that?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Unless there’s something else you want to do.”

You felt your cheeks turn rosy and looked away again, realizing that you weren’t able to keep eye contact with him for longer than five seconds. “No, there’s nothing.”

“Hey, Y/n,” Junmyeon said, in hopes that you’ll look at him again. You didn’t but he continued either way. “I can tell that you’re afraid. Don’t be. I’d never hurt you.”

“It’s not you,” you started slowly. “It’s just this. It’s new to me. I don’t know how this is supposed to work.”

“Well, me neither,” Junmyeon gave you an encouraging smile even though you weren’t looking at him. “So, I guess we just make our own rules to make this work.”

You nodded. “Okay, I guess that sounds good.”

“Okay,” Junmyeon agreed. “So, we’re going to go home now, get some sleep, and we’ll discuss what we want to happen next over breakfast tomorrow. How does that sound?”

Not having the slightest clue what you wanted to happen next, you bit your lip. “That sounds… doable.”

Junmyeon laughed. “Doable. Alright. I’ll take it. But really, Y/n, you have nothing to be afraid of. I just want to get to know you.”

“What happens if you don’t like what you come to know?” you asked so quietly that he almost heard you over the sound of the engine.

“I can assure you that won’t happen,” Junmyeon said. “I already like you as it is. Getting to know you better would only make me like you more.”

You didn’t dare to ask what he meant by ‘like’, and you didn’t care that much about it, either way. You were just glad that this wasn’t turning out as bad as you may have expected it to at the beginning.


Lay

Originally posted by yehetxiumin

You noticed Yixing’s glittering eyes when he looked at you during the wedding, and you’d have been lying if you said that seeing him in that suit with that little smile on his face, didn’t make you excited to tell everyone, “hi, this is my husband. Look how cute he looks.”

But then the wedding was suddenly over and it was just the two of you left, and you had to admit, you felt a little shy.

“This first wedding night thing is such bullshit,” Yixing said while you were waiting for a car to pick you up and take you to a hotel. “It just makes people nervous for no real reason.”

“No reason, huh?” you asked. “So, what do you reckon we’re going to do once we get to the hotel?”

Yixing looked away from you for a moment and tried to compose himself but you already saw the soft blush on his cheeks. Feeling yourself smile at the sight of him so flustered, you turned away, too.

“We can do whatever you want to do,” Yixing said after he recovered.

“You know what I imagined my wedding night to look when I was a little girl?” you said, surprising him as he hadn’t expected you to reveal something so personal when it didn’t look like you liked him that much.

“What?” he asked nevertheless.

“I always thought my husband and I would be in a field, sitting on the grass, and naming the stars in the sky,” you admitted with a small smile on your face.

Yixing considered this, and then, once the driver finally stopped the car in front of you, he approached the driver’s window. “What’s the furthest spot from the city that we could go watch the stars in? Preferably, a field. An empty field.”

“What are you doing, Yixing?” you asked with a confused frown.

While the driver got his GPS to look for the spot, Yixing turned to look at you with a smile. “I’m going to make this dream wedding night of yours come true.”

You laughed in disbelief as the driver showed Yixing a few locations, and Yixing nodded at each of them, finally choosing one and then opening the door of the car for you.

“Step inside,” he said with a big grin. “Let’s go to the stars.”


Baekhyun

Originally posted by gr0wlx

Wedding nights were this tradition that you hoped with all of your heart, you wouldn’t have to follow. It wasn’t that you were afraid of Baekhyun – quite the opposite, actually, you found him really attractive – but rather, you were afraid of doing something wrong and ruining the prospect of a bright future with a happy marriage on the first night of your wedding.

When the wedding was coming to an end, you got your wish. You weren’t going to get a traditional wedding night.

Right as the guests were starting to leave, shots were fired.

Thinking it was fireworks, you just ignored them, but the panicked face of your husband told you that this wasn’t something colorful that lit the sky up.

“Do you have your gun with you?” Baekhyun asked while more shots went off in the distance and panic was starting to spread like wildfire among your guests.

“I do,” you said, remembering the small pistol in your garter on your thigh, under your wedding dress. “But I c-can’t—”

“On second thought, it doesn’t matter,” Baekhyun said, not letting you admit that you never learned how to shoot properly. “I’m not risking my wife’s life on our first wedding night, so please don’t get offended, because I’m going to order you around right now. I swear I’m not like this all of the time, it’s just the situation, and—”

More shots were heard.

“Right, okay,” Baekhyun tried to get himself together. “Please go to the hotel, okay? The driver is right there, two hundred meters to my left. He knows you’re my wife so he’ll listen to whatever you tell him. Just get out of here, okay?”

“W-what about you?” you asked, standing up from your seat at the table, and desperately trying not to look around at the people who were running out of the venue.

“I have to stay here,” he said. “I have to take care of this. But I’ll be at the hotel soon, too, okay? I promise.”

Not having any other choice but to nod, you followed Baekhyun’s orders and walked to the car, explaining the situation to the driver, and then turning to look at Baekhyun one more time.

He was watching you. Instead of going out to find who was causing this mass panic, he was watching you, to make sure you left the wedding safe and sound.

Once he saw you step into the car and nod at him through the window, he nodded back, got his gun out and headed to kill the man who decided it was a good idea to interrupt the wedding of a future head of the Mafia.


Chen

Originally posted by princewangeun

You and Jongdae were in a hotel room, still in your wedding clothes, but instead of looking as charming as you did at the wedding, now you looked like an absolute mess.

Jongdae’s bowtie was untied and hanging on his shoulder. His shirt was half-way undone revealing his glistening chest. Your veil was somewhere on the hotel bed that you were leaning against, and your hair was a mess because when you attempted to take the veil off, it got entangled in one of your curls, messing the entire hairstyle up.

The two of you passed a bottle of champagne back and forth, not even bothering about glasses.

This was a wedding night that you probably weren’t going to remember in the morning.

When Jongdae finished the last sips of champagne, he turned to look at you with a lazy smile. “Want to play spin the bottle?”

“It’s just the two of us here,” you said, laughing.

“That makes it more fun,” Jongdae said, crawling away from the bed, so he could sit in front of you and place the bottle between you both. “Okay, the rules are—”

“Wait, I didn’t even agree to play,” you interrupted him.

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun,” Jongdae said, and without waiting for your reply, continued. “So, the rules are simple: if the bottle lands on one of us, we kiss.”

“What if it lands on something else in the room?” you asked.

“The one who spun the bottle takes a piece of clothing off and then spins again.”

You laughed at this. “Well, that’s hardly fair, considering I’m wearing a dress, and you have a whole suit on.”

Jongdae just smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “Then make sure the bottle lands on me.”

Groaning you rolled your eyes and grabbed the bottle from the floor. “Fine, let’s do this.”

Carefully repositioning the bottle between the two of you, you tried to calculate the amount of strength to use, so the bottle would land on Jongdae, but your drunken mind wasn’t helping you and Jongdae’s laughter at your focused expression didn’t help, either.

Finally, you just shrugged your shoulders and spun the bottle. After a few torturous moments, the bottle’s neck stopped, pointing right in front of you.

You raised your head with a smirk. “Looks like I’m not undressing yet.”

“That’s a shame,” Jongdae said. “You still have to kiss me, though.”

Somehow, the thought of kissing him didn’t sound as terrifying now that adrenaline was coursing through your veins, so you just leaned forward enough to reach him, and placed your lips on his in a quick kiss. You pulled away right as he reached out to touch you.

“You call that a kiss?” Jongdae frowned when you sat back down with a smile on your face. “No, that’s not how you do it.”

“Show me how, then,” you shrugged your shoulders, pointing at the bottle.

Jongdae smirked, spinning the bottle, and waiting a few seconds only to see that it was pointing at the corner of the bed.

You giggled excitedly. “Clothes off, Dae.”

Amused by your reaction, he smiled, undoing the rest of his dress shirt, and then taking it off. More than just a little taken aback by the sight of his chest and his abs, you lost the ability to breathe for a moment.

Jongdae cleared his throat, forcing you to bring your eyes back to his, and notice a cocky expression on his face.

“You’re spinning again,” you reminded him.

Jongdae smirked. “I already did.”

You looked down at the bottle to see the neck of it pointing at you. Feeling your stomach flip, you raised your eyes to see Jongdae leaning in closer to you. He stopped just millimeters away from your face, giving you some time to take a breath before he finally pressed his lips to yours.

His kiss was the complete opposite of yours. Instead of pulling away a second later, Jongdae deepened the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth and making you sigh and wrap your arms around his neck.

Not breaking the kiss, Jongdae kicked the empty bottle away so he could wrap his arms around you and bring your body closer to his.

That game was over, anyway. A new game was about to begin.


Chanyeol

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

You barely said two words to Chanyeol during the wedding. And he wasn’t particularly keen to have a conversation with you, either. That was why you genuinely expected to spend your wedding night at the bar of the hotel.

And it looked like your plan was going to work, since you were already finishing your second glass of tequila, and drunkenly explaining to the bartender that your husband was in the Mafia. The bartender, of course, thought that you were just making this up.

“Bragging about me, I see,” a voice next to you said.

Slowly, you turned your head and were met with Chanyeol’s smirk.

“Oh, great. There’s the husband,” you said with a roll of your eyes and then turned to look at the bartender but he saw a chance and escaped you, running to the other end of the bar. “Bartender! Meet him! It’s my husband! The one I told you about!”

“I think you’ve had a little too much to drink,” Chanyeol said. “How about I help you to bed—”

“Don’t use ‘you’ and ‘bed’ in the same sentence,” you said, extending a finger and placing it on his lips to make him stop talking. “However, feel free to use the words ‘I’m’ and ‘drinking’ in the same sentence.”

Chanyeol laughed at this, removing your hand from his face. “I guess I can have a glass.”

It never ended with just one glass, though.

Two hours later, both you and Chanyeol were absolutely wasted and all over each other.

Neither one of you remembered which one initiated the kiss. The only thing that mattered was the present. And the present consisted of you being pushed against the wall of the hallway, next to your hotel room, with Chanyeol attempting to unzip your dress without breaking the kiss.

Suddenly, both of you heard footsteps. Not having a care about anything else other than each other, the two of you continued to make out, completely ignoring the poor clerk, who tried to clear his throat to get your attention but failed.

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke. “This is a public setting. Would you please—”

Chanyeol pulled away from you and turned his head to look at the clerk. “Can’t you see we’re busy here?”

“I can, sir,” the clerk said awkwardly. “And I’m asking you to please take it—”

“I’ll take it wherever I want to take it,” Chanyeol argued drunkenly. “Now, I suggest you get the hell out of here before I get my gun out.”

The clerk just swallowed and turned around to leave.

As Chanyeol turned back to look at you, he saw a smile on your face. “What’s the matter?”

“He’s going to call security on us, you know that, right?” you asked, trying to stifle in a laugh.

“How long do you think it’ll take for security to get here?” Chanyeol asked, softly pressing his lips against your neck.

“I don’t know,” you said, closing your eyes to focus on the pleasure he was giving you. “Considering how late it is, fifteen minutes, maybe.”

“Good,” Chanyeol suddenly pulled away. “Then we have plenty of time.”

Slowly picking you up from the floor, he indicated for you to wrap your legs around him, and finally carried you into the hotel room, ready to make the most of this before security came and escorted the two of you out.


D.O.

Originally posted by sehunsbubbleteabooty

You were afraid to raise your eyes to look at him all through the wedding. And, although the wedding only lasted for a couple of hours, it felt like an eternity for you.

Once it was finally over, you couldn’t wait to get home. The thoughts about the wedding night completely flew over your head, and it wasn’t until you saw Kyungsoo approach the car you were in, that you realized that today wasn’t over yet.

Since Kyungsoo didn’t drink, he sat down behind the wheel and glanced at your scared face in the passenger seat.

“I’m going to drive home, okay?” he said carefully. “Unless you want to go anywhere else.”

“No,” you said quickly. “I want to go home.”

Kyungsoo nodded and started the car.

The drive home was quiet. The walk home, once he parked outside of his house, was quiet, too. In fact, Kyungsoo only broke the silence once he unlocked the door and let you enter first.

“I know that it’s dark,” he said, not forgetting that this was your first time seeing his house. “But would you like me to show you around?”

You nodded shyly. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Kyungsoo said, smiling softly.

He closed the door, and carefully placed a hand on your waist to guide you around the house. He saw you flinch at his touch but chose not to remove his hand, knowing that you had to get used to him and couldn’t spend the rest of your life fearing him.

“You’ll have a separate bedroom,” Kyungsoo said after he finished showing you the first floor, and started to head up the stairs. “It’s right next to mine, so if something happens, just call out for me.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “What could happen, though?”

Noticing that his words gave you a scare, he quickly shook his head.

“Nothing horrible,” he assured you. “I just meant like, if you see a spider or something. Because you have nothing else to worry about. You’re absolutely safe in this house. No one would dare to harm you here.”

“Here?” you said, and stopped walking. “What about elsewhere?”

Kyungsoo quietly swore at himself for not knowing how to choose the correct words to ease your worries.

“You’re my wife now, Y/n,” he said, finally. “I’m sure everyone’s just as afraid of you as they are of me. You have nothing to be worried about. Now, come on, let me show you your bedroom so you can finally relax. It’s been a long day.”


Kai

Originally posted by idk-kpop

Jongin seemed like a nice guy and yet you couldn’t help but be afraid to be left alone with him. Even though deep in your heart you knew he wouldn’t try anything with you, since he was too shy to even keep eye contact with you, you were still a little uncomfortable.

Once every guest left, and the two of you were the only ones left in the venue, Jongin approached you. You both stood in silence for a few moments, until he laughed.

“This is awkward,” he said. “I don’t know why.”

“It is,” you agreed. “What do you want to do?”

“Honestly?” Jongin asked. You nodded. “I’m starving. Everything that I ate today consists of those appetizers with a French name, what are they called…”

“Hors d’oeuvre?” you suggested. “You didn’t eat anything else?”

“Nope,” he said. “Just grapes, small pieces of bread, and… salmon, I think. I swallowed it before I had a chance to actually feel the flavor.”

You laughed at this, making him smile, too.

“Well, it’s just us two,” you said. “And a whole buffet table filled with food.”

Jongin’s face lit up when he turned around and saw the aforementioned table behind him. He turned back to look at you and extended his hand.

“Shall we?” he asked with a wide smile.

You took his hand with an equally as big smile. “We shall.”

Jongin laughed and the two of you headed to the table hand-in-hand. Noticing that most of the food was untouched, you placed a little bit of everything into your plates, all while pointing out your favorite food to each other.

After you sat down to eat, halfway through the meal, both of you realized that you may have overdone it with the amount of food you put on your plates.

“I can’t even breathe anymore,” Jongin said. “And I haven’t even tried that suspicious looking fish yet.”

You smiled, too tired to laugh. “I know. I was looking forward to that chocolate cake, too.”

“Okay, here’s what we’ll do,” he said. “We’ll toughen up and eat everything. Then we’ll take the longest nap of our lives. And then we’ll eat more.”

This got you to laugh despite the exhaustion. “This sounds like Christmas at my house.”

“Mine, too,” Jongin nodded, with a smile. “So, what do you say?”

“Food and hibernation? I’m always in.”

“Fantastic,” Jongin smiled, grabbing his fork again. “I can’t wait to suffer from stomachaches from too much food with you.”

You laughed. “At least you won’t be alone. I’ll be right there suffering with you.”

“This marriage already seems like everything I’ve wanted and more,” Jongin said looking up from his plate so he could give you a smile.


Sehun

Originally posted by sehunicorne

Once the wedding was over, and you and Sehun were taken to your hotel room, both of you just sat there on the bed quietly. An occasional sniffle or a cough was heard, but otherwise, neither one of you talked.

“I have an idea,” Sehun said suddenly, breaking the silence. “I know honeymoons are not exactly a thing in Mafia families, but… do you want to try it?”

“You mean travel somewhere?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. “I thought you weren’t really allowed to leave your city without the permission of your father?”

Sehun shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll get the permission. So, what do you say?”

You’ve never traveled anywhere before because your family was always busy with other things, so you just shrugged your shoulders. “Sure.”

“First of all, tell me what countries you’ve visited, so I can make a—”

“I’ve never been anywhere,” you admitted.

“Wha—you’ve never traveled anywhere?” Sehun raised his eyebrows. “Oh my God, I have to show you all of my favorite places.”

“Don’t try too hard,” you warned. “I’m fine with seeing just one of your favorite place for starters.”

“No, there’s too many, I can’t just pick one,” he shrugged his head, already pulling his phone out to make a list of places he’ll take you to. “I’m afraid our honeymoon might last for a year until I show you everything.”

You gasped. “We can’t leave for a year, Sehun!”

“Yes, we can,” Sehun disagreed. “This is important. I might not have a magic carpet, but I’m still going to show you the world.”

“You’re a terrible father” - Tony Stark x Daughter!reader

Love the idea. And really, I kinda take any requests :D. Thank you for this one, it’s right here, hope you like it :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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It was the twentieth fucking time you tried to call your father, Anthony Stark, and you fell, once again, on his stupid voice saying that he was “too busy to answer” and that he’d “call back” but “probably not”. Damn that man. 

In your entire life on this Earth, you were pretty sure he never picked you up on time somewhere. Never, ever. He was just always late, so much that you came up with a trick of actually telling the wrong times for him to be on time. If something was at 6pm, you’d tell him it was at 4. But even with that trick, he still often managed to be fucking late. Which is why most of the time, your stepmother came to get you. But Pepper, wasn’t available today. 

You smiled, thinking about your “stepmother”. You were so glad she was in your life, being pretty sure that if your dad never had the help, he probably would have lost custody of you before you reach the age of 1…You considered Pepper your real mother. You never met your biological mom as she just dumped you in front of your dad’s house, with a note. One paternity test later, and it was confirmed you were his…You were the first step to his transformation, the first to help him become the man he was today. Better. 

So you grew up with Pepper around. She filled in brilliantly the mother role, even before she actually started dating your father (you remember the day you finally convinced him to just tell her his feelings, and smiled).

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Freckles, Flaws, and First Steps

Wow my title isn’t one word for once. This is a one-shot for the below prompt from @alexandrbello which I got a while ago. Sorry for just posting this now, my life has been w i l d. Hopefully you guys are glad to see some writing!

AU where lance had freckles but is ashamed of them so he hides them and then he runs out of whatever he covered himself with and anxiety, then keith comfort and klance, lots of klance please, thanks

You got it.


Lance had always been an outdoorsy kid.

It wasn’t surprising, considering how close his house was to the beach. Growing up, the ocean was practically part of his backyard.

No matter what, if Lance wasn’t at school or doing any number of chores, he could be found at the beach. Rain or shine, night and day, whatever the circumstance, no one could stand between him and the shore.

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Destruction Of A Muse [Part 1]

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Requested by: Anonymous

Hey! Can I request a scenario where you’re in your last year of uni doing literature and lose your motivation, and it’s not till you meet a talented musician you get your ambition back? I’m yoongi biased so if it’s him that’d be fab! Thankyou!! 💞

You cupped your hands over your face, your index fingers rubbing back and forth along the bridge of your nose. Your eyes stung from staring at the white light of your laptop screen and your skull was throbbing with how much thought you were putting into your essay. A quick glance to the clock at the bottom right of the screen had a grown falling from your lips; 4;27 a.m., in two hours, you’d have to be getting ready for class. Dropping your hands to the desk with a thud, you glared at the still mostly blank word document, the cursor blinking at you as if taunting you that you hadn’t made it move in the last hour and a half or so.

This was your last essay before your thesis; you were so close to getting your Master’s that you could feel it barely brushing against your fingertips. But the last few months had been overbearing to say the least; your parent’s had announced that they would be getting a divorce just weeks after the semester started, you got fired from your longtime, paid internship because you were being accused of stealing office supplies–which you weren’t, by the way–and then your boyfriend informed you over Christmas break that he’d been seeing someone else and that your three year relationship was now over. So your studies weren’t really on the forefront of your mind, to say the very least.

You sucked in a long breath, and let it out in a huff through your nose. You did still have a week before you had to hand this in, so all hope was not lost. Things just really weren’t looking good for you at the moment. Your fingers tapped a rhythm out against your space bar, your touch too light to press the key down and make that forsaken blinking cursor nudge over and stop silently mocking you. The sound of your scoff shattered the silence of your apartment, almost making you jump. You needed some kind of distraction, and at this hour, pickings were slim.

Your lips pursed in thought, your fingers slowly walking along your desk, tracing the side of your phone before picking it up. A quick swipe with the pad of your thumb had your home screen greeting you, the brightness doing nothing beneficial for your already sore–and most likely reddened–eyes. You tapped the name of the one person who you had no doubt would be awake at this ungodly hour:

“Some people are trying to sleep, you know, Y/N.” Namjoon’s deep voice fluttered into your ear, not sounding the least bit groggy.

“Were you one of those people?” You ask, your hoarse voice giving away how obviously sleep-deprived you were.

A pause. “No, but I could have been.” You chuckled on your end, the laugh only lasted mere seconds. “What’s up?”

“I’m unmotivated trash and I’m going to flunk and not get my Master’s degree and I’ll end up having to sell my kidney to make rent money.” Your head fell back against your chair, your upper body slouching slightly.

Namjoon snorted into your ear. “You could go into acting with all that drama spilling from your mouth.”

“Shut up.” You grumble, one foot planted on the ground to pivot you back and forth in your chair. “You’re getting the highest marks in class, you don’t get to have an opinion.”

“So, you called because?” He tried to sound fed up, but there was a lilt of humour in his voice that gave him away.

“Because I’m sad, and I need my Joonie to cheer me up.” You whined, a subconscious pout pulling out your bottom lip despite the fact that he couldn’t see you.

“You’re sad, are you?” You hummed an affirmation. “Well… I have a show tomorrow night, why don’t you come along? Could be fun. Watch me looking great and being extremely talented on a grimy collection of wooden skids covered in a sheet, also known as the stage.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous depiction, but a part of you was really intrigued by the idea. Namjoon shared his love of literature with you, of course. After all, you two were getting the same degrees. But he had another side of him; he was an underground rapper and although he shared some of his lyrics with you from time to time and told you about his shows on occasion, you’d never been invited to see him in action.

“I’d love to.”

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War

Originally posted by ladanvm


Prompt 12: Eric Coulter

“You want a fight. I’ll bring a war.” 

Notes:

Y/N- your name

H/C- Hair color

E/C- eye color

Tagging: @imnotafraid4 @wynterrobin @buried-in-books

Honestly all of you guys who reblog and like my posts make my day! I think I’ve fallen inlove with creating Eric in a different mindset then just being a straight up asshole. I feel like he would be the kind of person to be a hardass to everyone and sometimes to the reader, but in private he would be the type to drop the asshole persona. 


She was tired and moody, this morning mother nature had decided to pay her a visit and a damn initiate decided to challenge her once again. It seemed that the initiates this year were brave and cocky. For some unforeseen reason they thought she was an easier target. Yet, time and time again she had proved them wrong, but they still came back for more. She leaned against the wall tiredly, when she saw that the hallway was empty. She stood up straighter when she heard heavy footsteps, coming from behind her.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing. We have a meeting in five and you have me walking around the whole fucking compound looking for you,” She heard Eric’s snide voice from behind her. “Hurry your ass up!”

She rolled her eyes, stifling a yawn wishing that she had decided to deny the leadership role like Four had done. “I didn’t ask you to.” She fell into step beside him, accidentally brushing his shoulder. She felt the urge to yawn again, but she didn’t want to hear Eric’s nagging voice.

“Y/N!” She stopped turning to look at the black haired male. “Where are you off- Eric..” She turned back to Eric only to see a pissed off look on his face. Being the asshole that he was Eric stood behind her, glaring down at her black haired friend. “I was just wondering if you can reschedule your tattoo appointment to tomorrow evening.”

“Shit, I totally forgot about my appointment. But yeah, tomorrow at seven?” She asked while he nodded. “Okay it’s a date, I really have to go.” She rushed out feeling Eric’s angry gaze on the back of her head. She didn’t notice her friend’s surprised face, because she turned back to Eric grasping his meaty arm pulling him towards the meeting room.


Y/N yawned again while Eric gazed at her. She was one of the few people that he tolerated, and he didn’t want to admit to himself that it bothered him when she said it’s a date. Sure, she was attractive, even more so since she always stood up and never took his shit seriously. But he had never realized how much he was attracted to her.

“How is the training with the initiates going,” Eric brought his attention back to Max while he eyed both her and himself.

“They are courageous, yet cocky. They seem to think that they are better than Four, even as we knock them down time and time again. It’s taking sometime to break them, but it’s not impossible and we are only a week behind schedule,” She spoke clenching her fists tightly.

“I have no doubt that you and Four will break them. How are the strategist coming into play,” Max wrote something in his tablet.

Eric watched her E/C eyes light up, while he listened to her absentmindedly. He watched the way her hands moved excitedly as she described her strategies. He wanted to reach forward and brush away the few strands of her H/C hair that fell from her loose bun.

“Eric?” He blinked a few times, before turning to look at Max. “What’s your input?”

He knew he fucked up, he hadn’t heard a word she said, because he was too busy paying attention to her and not what she was saying. “She’s good with strategy. I don’t anything wrong with it.”

Her eyes shot over to him in surprise, before nodding stiffly in thanks. “Alright. Everyone’s dismissed.”

Eric waited for everyone to clear out before he pulled her aside. “Tell me your strategy again. I wasn’t paying attention.”

She pulled her arm away from him. “So basically you were just spouting bullshit about me being good with strategy. Figures. You know what Eric, I’m not really into explaining it again so you can ask me again tomorrow. Goodnight.” She turned away from him, before flipping him off over her shoulder. He watched her go, noticing the sway of her hip. Eric clenched his fists when he felt the urge to run his hands over her ass.


“I swear Four, if they keep testing me I’m going to put them in the infirmary,” Eric listened in on Y/N and Four’s conversation. “Cara asked me to chill out this year with the initiates, you know how she is.”

“Actually I don’t because I’m not the one that used to put initiates in the infirmary,” Four gave her a small grin, before turning his attention back to the initiates. “Maybe that’s what this bunch needs, even when you keep kicking their asses they don’t seem like they’ll respect you, regardless if your a leader.”

Eric moved closer to the pair, brushing against Y/N. He smirked when he saw her shiver slightly. “What do you think?” She looked up at him, it was one of the things he learned to like about her. She always asked him, no matter if she was pissed off at him or he was pissed off at her.

“It would be interesting. Pick the one who always gives you shit,” He shrugged. “Initiates get your asses around the mat.” He gestured for her to take control.

She grinned up at him, before looking at each of the initiates. She stopped at a blond haired kid, who was smirking at her. “Blake.. Since you won the last three against your competitors you will choose who you want to fight next.” Blake grinned at her, before his eyes skimmed lazily over her form.

“You. I wanna fight you.” Eric’s eyes widened slightly at the balls on this kid. Y/N at first glance looked weak, but Eric and Four learned the hard way that she was anything but weak. She had the ability to see every weakness and use it against her opponent. What she lacked in strength she made up for it with her agility and stamina.

She smiled sweetly at the kid, “Alright.” Eric coughed out a laugh. The kid had fallen right into her plan. She took off her boots, going to stand in the middle observing her opponent. “Coulter! Mind telling the rules.”

“First one to get knocked out loses or we can go with first blood,” Eric leaned against the mat, eyeing her. “Up to you..”

“I love first blood, but I think I’ll go with the first option. Four you’re on standby” She smiled down at him, before her body relaxed. “At your call Coulter.”

He felt a surge of pride flow through him, “Fight!”

Eric watched as she lazily eyed the kid. Blake rushed at her, at which she turned slamming her foot into his face. Eric grinned seeing the blood gushing out of his nose. “C’mon, you wanted a fight. You got me all excited.” She taunted him, only to grin when she saw him charging at her. She ducked under him, propelling herself up onto his back jabbing her hand into his neck. “You give?”

“No,” Blake choked out, trying to get her off of his back. She rolled her eyes, using her body weight bringing them down, before she tossed him across the mat. “I want a fight!”

Blake got up wiping the blood from his face. Y/N smirked, “You want a fight. I’ll bring a war.” She charged at him, kicking his legs out from underneath him, before she grasped both of his arms. “You challenge me and my authority daily. I’ve been trying to mellow out but you fuckers keep pushing me towards the edge.” Blake whimpered below her, when she pulled his arms tighter. “So, the next one to disobey me and challenge me again will end up with two dislocated shoulders.” Y/N grasped Blake right arm dislocating his shoulder. She cut off Blake’s scream with a single punch to his face. Eric grinned at her when she turned glaring down at the rest of the initiates, “Do you weaklings understand that?”    

Eric watched in amusement when they all nodded dumbly at her. “Great, you’re all dismissed.” They moved around her, eyeing her wearily. “Eric mind handing me my boots?” He grasped her boots scooting while she scooted towards the edge. She grinned at Four while he rested his hand on her shoulder. “You taking him to the infirmary?” The stiff nodded, hauling the kid up.

“You did good Y/N,” Eric set his hand on her thigh. “It’s hot watching you kick people’s asses.” He ran his hand down to her leg. “Do you want to get a drink with me?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, “What are you playing at?”

Eric sighed leaning against the mat, he wasn’t good at this. Usually he would ask and the girls would agree without hesitation. “You’ve been on my mind and I decided to act on it. So is it a yes or no?”

She shrugged pulling on her boots. “Sure, but I have my tattoo appointment in fifteen unless you want to come with me then we can get a drink?”

“Sure.”


“Thanks Derek,” Eric watched her smile at the dark haired male. The guy eyed Eric back, before smiling down at Y/N. “I’ll talk to you later.” She glanced up at Eric, before turning to leave the small shop. “So, uhm-”

Eric put his arm around her shoulder leading her towards his compartment. “I figured we could have some privacy.” He opened the door for her while she stepped inside. “Sorry about the mess.”

“Mess right,” She joked looking around the clean room. “If this your idea of a mess, I’d hate to see when you would call something filthy.” She glanced at the few shirts that were tossed into the chair. She looked back at him, frowning slightly when she noticed how uptight he was. He moved away from the door, heading towards his small fridge, pulling out a few beers. He opened her’s before handing it to her.

Eric leaned against the counter, “I’m not used to the whole talking ordeal.” He downed the beer trying to ease the nerves that he felt.

She shrugged understanding. “You have any cards,” she asked moving to sit on the counter next to him. He nodded grabbing the pack, tossing them at her. “Alright, let’s make this interesting. I win, I get whatever I want from you and if you win then you can choose whatever you want from me. Deal?”

He grinned back, pulling up a stool. Regardless of whatever game they played he knew that she would most likely win, no matter if he used to be from Erudite. She was extremely good at strategies.


“I win,” Eric grinned at her setting his cards down. “So I get anything I want from you?”

She shuffled the cards again, “Those were the terms. Anything you want.”

He grasped the cards from her, moving to stand in between her legs. Eric put his hand on her cheek, pulling her closer so their lips almost met. “I want a massage.”

Y/N laughed, bumping her head against his. “Deal.”

He moved back while she jumped down from the counter gesturing for him to lead the way. He led her into his neat bedroom, before pulling off his shirt. “Focus on my shoulders,” Eric mumbled before laying down. He heard her laugh again, before he felt the bed dip and weight settle on his lower back.

She dug her fingers into his muscles and he had to bite his sheets to keep himself from groaning out in pleasure. Her hands were surprisingly soft with small callouses here and there, but he loved how cool they were against his skin. He turned holding her so that she was still straddling him. She tensed slightly before raising an eyebrow at him.

Y/N raised herself up slightly, reaching towards his shoulders again. He closed his eyes when her fingers massaged his tense muscles. A shiver ran through his body when she ran her hands over his pecs. He found his hands gripping her waist tightly before he flipped them so she was laying beneath him. “This is not a massage Eric,” She grinned up at him, while he grinned back.  

Eric leaned down, capturing her plump lips into a searing kiss. She whimpered slightly as he bit her lip, causing her to arch into him, while he ran his hands up her legs. He pulled back smirking down at her, “Stay with me tonight.”

Y/N bit her lip, he leaned down to kiss her again. She hoped that she wouldn’t have a nightmare tonight, before she was distracted by Eric’s skillful lips.


Y/N woke up, trying to remember where the hell she was. She moved to sit up, but a beefy pale arm held her down. She froze slightly when she trailed her eyes up, seeing Eric’s face sleeping soundly beside her. She moved soundlessly trying her hardest not to wake him up, once she was out of his bed, she grabbed all of her clothes throwing them all on before dashing out of his compartment.

Y/N was late. She sprinted to her compartment showering quickly before throwing on her workout clothes. She wrapped her hair into a bun, before sprinting to the training rooms only to see Four already stretching, maybe she wasn’t that late. She jogged over to Four, sitting beside him beginning her own stretches.

“You’re late.” Four grimaced while he held a hand down to her. He stared at her neck, rolling his eyes grinning slightly. “Now I know why.”

Her fingers probed her neck slightly, remembering Eric had left a mark from last night. Deep down she was embarrassed, but she shrugged grinning cockly at Four. “So we can skip the morning run?”

“Nope, let’s go,” Four pushed her slightly before she huffed dropping the cocky grin.

She started jogging falling into step beside Four, with her legs protesting at the extra exercise. “Four I’m going to kill you,” She huffed pushing past her jelly filled legs. She stopped leaning against the column, “Give me a second.”

Four smirked while she flipped him off. “C’mon, we can skip today. It seems you’ve already gotten way more exercise than usual.”


Y/N was sharpening the knives when the door banged open and a pissed off Eric stormed it. She went back to sharpening the knives, before the angry man leaned on the table beside her, she could feel the anger vibrating off of him in waves.

“Spit it out, get it over with,” She murmured not satisfied with the sharpness of the tool. He grabbed the knife from her hands flinging it at the wood, glaring down at her. “Impressive shot, but a little to the left and-”

“You left. Why,” Eric growled out through clenched teeth, staring (more like glaring) down at her.

“I had to get my morning workout in. Then I had to prepare for the initiates. I didn’t have the luxury to sleep in,” Y/N shrugged, grabbing another knife to sharpen.

“You’re a leader… you can choose. You’re a coward Y/N, you left because you were scared.” Eric hissed moving away from her, clenching his fists.

She rolled her eyes. “Totally, I’m a coward for doing my job. I’m not scared, if I was then I wouldn’t have went to your compartment.” She grasped his arm, pulling him towards her. “If I was a coward, I would’ve covered up your marks you dumbass.”

Eric grasped her chin, looking at her neck. He brushed his fingers against the marks, grinning slightly. He grabbed the knife she held throwing it back to the wood. “You’re right, I just wanted to see your reaction.”

“Asshole. So, what are we? Fuck friends,” Y/N smirked pulling her face away from his hands.

“If that’s what you want,” Eric rested his hands on her hips, before he trailed his fingers down her legs, wrapping her legs around him so she was pressed against him.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Y/N shrugged wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “So is where we also see other peo-”

He growled slightly, squeezing her thighs and burying his face into her neck. “I don’t share.”

“Neither do I,” She laughed when he brushed his lips against her sweet spot.


*Four months later*

“Stay,” Eric wrapped his arms around her, he had been asking her for months now yet she always refused. “Y/N c’mon let’s just sleep.”

“Eric, c’mon let go.” She weakly fought against him.

“Why don’t you want to stay? Fuck Y/N,” Eric let her go, sitting up watching her pull her clothes on. She sighed sitting back on the bed, while he moved closer kissing her shoulder.  “What are you so nervous about? Are you embarrassed?” He moved back, while everything started to fall into place.

“Why the hell would I be embarrassed? Who gives a fuck what other people think?” She hissed laying back down on the bed.

“Then what the fuck is up with you.” Eric scowled at the ceiling.

She put her arm over her eyes, biting her lip. “I have nightmares Eric. I didn’t want you to see my weakness. That’s why I’ve been avoiding staying over.”

Eric moved so that he was laying on his side looking at her. He grasped her waist pulling her into him. He held her tightly, breathing in her scent. The possessive side of him, grinned at the fact that she smelled of him. “You don’t have to be ashamed of things that aren’t in your control.” She sighed softly, burrowing closer to him.

One thing he loved more than anything was moments like these, where it was just him and her. In his room he was able to be somewhat vulnerable around her, but they still kept their professionalism. Eric wouldn’t admit it to anyone else, but she was one of his fears. He often feared that she would find someone better, nicer and more open than he was. To others it may have been a pansy weakness but to him it was something he never wanted to come true. She had managed to worm her way into his heart and he wasn’t going to lose her. Eric kissed her hair, holding her tightly.  

“What are we Eric,” He heard her mumble out while she intertwined her legs with his. “This feels like so much more than fuck friends.”

“I’m all yours if you’re all mine,” Eric smirked running his fingers along her exposed flesh. She looked up at him, grinning slightly before moving so that she was straddling him.

Blessing - Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark

Words: 1179
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x (f)Reader x dad!Stark
Featuring: Clint Barton
Warnings: lotta love, cheesy ending.
Requested by anon
Pietro goes to Dad!Tony to ask for his blessing to marry reader. Tony’s not to keen on the idea because it’s speedy, but he makes reader happy and that’s all he can ask for as a loving father. Fluff ‘n’ stuff please.
Authors Note: I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I have been very unmotivated recently. Just happy it’s finally done :)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Tony, I need to talk to you!” Pietro ran around the base all day, trying to find your father long enough to get him to speak. Tony kept dodging Pietro and hiding from him by saying that he had to do work all over the base.

Clint rolled his eyes when Tony ran into the kitchen. “I swear, Tony, if you do not talk toPietro he’s going to explode. Just give him a few minutes to talk. He’s your daughter’s boyfriend, what if it’s important?” Of course, Clint knew what Pietro wanted to talk about; he’s basically Pietro’s father.

And Clint wasn’t lying; it was one of the most important things that could happen. “I don’t want to talk to him; he makes me mad! And to know he is having…intercourse… with my daughter does not make it any better for me,” Tony argued.

Clint cocked his head and rolled his eyes. “Come on; they have been dating for nearly two years. Give him a break; he’s really not that bad.”

Tony slowly turned his head to look at Clint. “You know what this is about, don’t you?” Tony walked closer.

“What? No, no, what gave you any idea that I know what he wants? No, psh, no!” Clint lied as he stood up to get away from Tony.

“Clint, get your ass back here!” Tony shouted and ran after Clint, but was stopped by a gust of wind.

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The Past On Your Doorstep - AU

Dean x Reader

Summary: After more than 4 years Dean knocks on your door, surprising the hell out of you. Then it’s his turn to be surprised when he sees a little girl standing next to you.

A/N: Moving this fic from my side blog @canyonic to my main one.

Word Count: 1900+

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the sofa- knj(m)

Originally posted by rapnamu

where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire. 

(m)- mature / 6.4k words / rough, fwb!namjoon / enjoy !

req(s): namjoon giving you oral, with him nipping/pinching your thighs and you may or may not like it, byE I LOVE YOU (+) can i get a namjoon smut with a lot of dirty yet sensual stuff and maybe some orgasm denial too? your writings are awesome!


The highway whizzes past the tinted windows of your cousin’s car, tuning out the sound of his girlfriend singing obnoxiously loud in the passenger seat for favor of the smoke blowing from the boy’s lips beside you. It’s a quiet night, the four of you deciding to ditch the rest of the group in order to have some real, unchaperoned fun. He hadn’t driven up there with the rest of you guys, but there was something alluring about being able to sit in the tiny back seat of your cousin’s car with him that caused you to insist you were completely fine scrunching up, watching puffs of vape leave his puckered lips.

Namjoon’s lips.

It smells of candy, the vapor cool and tickling the skin of your legs as they bump against his in the cramped space. Kim Namjoon had only been a recent acquaintance, a friend of your cousin’s that he had introduced you to, but it was fairly obvious the two of you had the potential to become good friends quickly, understanding one another in a way most people couldn’t after just one brief ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’.

He’s tall, broad yet lanky, with a quiet attractiveness about him that seems to continuously be bringing you close throughout the night, like a magnet or a moth drawn to flame. Everything he says feels like it means something more, like there’s something between the lines he’s expecting you to be reading. Like a book, full of words in black and white that lay out every detail, yet so completely open to interpretation depending on the audience. With a low sigh, you let your head loll to the headrest behind you, seeing a concerned look pass from Namjoon’s face to you out of your peripheral just as you begin glazing over into your thoughts.

“You alright?” Namjoon asks, lips parted slightly to reveal the white of his teeth.

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It’s Only Logical - Chapter One

Pairings: Logicality/Prinxiety

Warnings: Swearing, implied sexuality

Patton didn’t exactly know what he expected when he walked into the florist shop, but this definitely wasn’t it. The man who was presently looking at him with an impassive expression was…hot. Like, really hot. He was tall and slim, with hazel eyes peering curiously at him from behind black glasses and hair that had that effortlessly mussed look that either took five minutes or an hour. Well, if he didn’t get the job, he was definitely getting his number. Patton blinked twice before mentally slapping himself. He was here for a job, not a date!

“Yes, I am hiring. I need someone to assist with customer service, handle the cash register and take phone orders. If the correct candidate proved capable, I might consider allowing them to assist me with arrangements, propagation and landscape design. I presently have a six-man crew to assist with the landscaping arm of my business, but I am handling the shop and greenhouse alone. Do you have any experience?”

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Workout (m)

inspired by this particular gif (credit to @/natka9721)

i swear this boy is out to kill all of us but stay strong just like that last button on his shirt 

Rated M 

Word Count: 3469

Jeongguk x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Jeongguk’s under strict instructions not to work out because it’s eating into the wardrobe budget and causing one too many malfunctions. As his stylist, you’re responsible for making sure he fits into his stage outfits, but when his urge to workout is unstoppable, you’re left with only one other choice to save your job.


The situation is dire, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be aware of even an inkling of your desperation as you run your hands over his chest frantically.

“Damn it Jeon Jeongguk, did you work out again? I literally just replaced all the dress shirts in your stage outfits with a size up just last week! And Jungyeon unnie will kill me if I tell her your blazer needs to be altered, again. Didn’t manager Sejin tell you that you weren’t allowed to work out anymore??”

He doesn’t seem to be listening to your mini rant as he checks himself out in the mirror behind you, admiring the smokiness of the eyeshadow smudged on his lids, and running a finger along the sharp crease of his jaw before adjusting the mic headset around his ear.

You give his nipple a sharp pinch and he yelps in response. He has the decency to look a little guilty as he shifts his gaze to your face, and fiddles with his bottom lip in hesitation.

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