She only had a couple preferences: that it takes place within the first eleven seasons and that it has JJ, Garcia, and Spencer in it.
Coming up with an idea for this was easier than I expected. This is inspired by the end of season 8 episode 5, where JJ announces Henry is going trick-or-treating as his favorite profiler, Spencer. In this fic, Spencer and Y/N’s daughter decides to go as her favorite tech genius!
Hope you like this darling, I really enjoyed writing it! Sorry, it’s a little short, I’ve hit a stump and really needed something to get me out of it. This helped, but I hope it’s good nonetheless!
“No trick-or-treating for you this year?” Rossi asked Morgan as they made their way through the bullpen.
The chiseled man chuckled and shook his head. “Tempting but I think not.”
“How about dinner? I’ll buy,” Rossi offered, smirking at his coworker.
“I’ll take a free meal any day.”
“What about Jenn, Y/N? She still not going to trick-or-treat?” Rossi asked Y/N. She was stacking file folders on her desk, trying to organize quickly so she could get out of there.
“Funny you mention that,” she replied with a smirk. “She’s changed her mind.”
“Everyone,” Spencer said from the doorway. “As you all know, little Jenn said she didn’t want to go trick-or-treating this year because she was a bit nervous about it.”
“Takes after her father,” Penelope said with a smirk. “What changed her mind?”
“Well,” Y/N said, “I told her that if she doesn’t want to go, she doesn’t have to, but that meant she wouldn’t get to show everyone what she dressed up as.”
“You blackmailed a toddler?” Derek asked amused.
“She wanted so badly to dress up as her hero and favorite genius that she decided to come here and around the rest of the Bureau to get her candy.”
“She’s dressing up as Spencer?” Penelope gushed, placing a hand over her heart.
Summary: Billy has you on his radar and won’t rest until you go on a date with him.
A/N: So, here is my first imagine ever, hope everyone can enjoy it. Any mistakes on the text let me know, I’m still working on my english.
P.S: Let me know if you guys want a part 2 or not, and REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
You knew that the new kid in town was trouble, staying away from him was the logical thought, however that had been proven difficult once you fell on his radar. Part of you was angry at it, and the other, well, the other part liked it. Perhaps a bit to much, you’d say.
You were at your locker picking up the books for your next class when a familiar sent filled the air around you, a mix of cigarettes, cheap cologne and something natural. You’d never admit that it made you feel warm and slightly excited to smell that around you. Billy Hargrove leaned on the locker beside you, his half buttoned shirt fitted him perfectly in all the right places. God, he couldn’t fully button that thing to save his life. You weren’t complaining though, what he had of doucheness was equally matched by his looks. All of which made you extremely frustrated, it’s a damn waste of good looks in a shitty person.
“Hey there princess.” He said at the moment you closed you locker. A smirk stamped on his face.
“I have a name you know.” You said annoyed.
“I do. But, princess fits you better, Y/n.” He pronounced every letter in your name slowly while keeping his deep blue eyes gazing at you.
You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him. Making your way to your next class. He followed you through the hallway.
“Walking away while I was still talking to you… That’s rude princess.” He faked a disappointed expression and smirked.
“Nothing you can’t handle Hargrove. Now, get lost.” You spoke without looking at him.
He held you by your wrist stopping you from walking, so you turned around and looked at him.
“I haven’t finished yet. Let’s go out Friday night. Try to find something fun to do in this shit town.” You sighed. It was about the hundredth time he called you out.
“I’ll say to you now, what I did all the other times you asked: no.” You released yourself from his grip and walked away.
“We’ve been doing this for a month. How long can you keep this, hard to get act, princess?” He shouted to you.
“Has long as I need to.” You said as you entered the classroom.
The next week wasn’t different, Billy made, yet another attempt at asking you out. And once again you rejected him. You admired his determination, usually a guy like him would just give up. In theory they are not the type to humiliate themselves for a girl. “There are plenty of bitches in the sea.” To quote something Billy said himself once.
You were sitting at the hood of your black chevy malibu, after finishing your lunch, listening music, when you saw that familiar mess of yellow curls, blue eyes and tight jeans walking towards you.
“Twice in a day Hargrove, you really are desperate. What happened? Ran out of bitches?” You said raising one eyebrow at him.
He chuckled. “No. I just am not in the mood for bitches, princess.” He put one of his hands on the hood of your car and leaned in closer to you.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You said.
“Be my guest.”
A brief moment of silence past and he spoke again.
“Come on, Y/n, go out with me. If you hate it, what I doubt it’ll happen, I’ll never bother you again.”
“It sounds like a very tempting offer, but coming from you… I just don’t buy it.”
“Your lack of faith in me is impressive. You really think so little of me?”
“I’m not even answering that.”
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Okay, let me make a deal with you. If we go out together you get to pick the time and place. Hell, you can pick me up at my house if you want. After that if it is what you wish, I won’t bother you anymore. Regardless of you liking the date or not.”
You took a moment to think on his deal and you decided what you wanted.
“I am shocked that you would humiliate yourself to the point of letting the girl pick you up. You most certainly are desperate to prove something.”
You watched as his lips were pressed into a single white line and his jaw clenched.
“However, if you really want to go out with me, you have to plan the hole thing. Impress me Hargrove. My demands are: take me to a public place and pick me up tomorrow at 8pm.”
He smiled. You could feel his ego boost in the air.
“Finally princess. It’ll be a night you’ll never forget Y/n.”
“I believe you. Let’s hope it won’t go down as my worst date ever.”
You spoke and went back to listen to your music.
You saw when he walked away, appreciating the view. Then you realized, shit, you accepted to go out with Billy fucking Hargrove. What in the hell was wrong with you. You closed your eyes and sighed.
You whispered to yourself.
Then you had an Idea.
You would make him wish he’d never asked you out. You’d turn that date into a living hell. You smiled widely at the thought. Billy Hargrove, you are in for a treat.
The collector’s edition of the novel. There are 18 volumes and one volume is released every month. Currently there are 10 volumes which cover around chapter 900+ of the web novel. It also comes with a poster and different freebies for each book.
Volume 1- Ye Xiu Cover. Comes with Happy web cafe notebook, ‘special’ receipts (lol)
*smugly smirks, letting a faint chuckle as you drag him in* “You know if you wanted to come here, you could’ve told me a long time ago, babygirl.” *playfully smacks your ass as the two of you walk around, browsing all the different things they had* “I actually am really tempted to buy a lot of this stuff, now- god I should’ve brought my card with me.”
*shyly grins while his eyes fall on this hog-tying restraint set* “Y/n, I’m gonna get this-” *pulls it down from the shelf as waves it in front of you- giving you a cheeky wink* “I need to try this on you tonight, princess.”
“Ahhh, Jagi really?” *blushes as you pull him into the store, but immediately gets over it- taking interest in nearly everything* “You know, we should buy a ball gag- you’re really loud, I swear the neighbors are gonna call the cops one day.” *giggles as you lightly smack his arm*
*gives you this cheeky grin as the two of you walk over to the bdsm section of things* “Babygirl, you know everything we buy I’ll want to test on you tonight, right?” *moves behind you as you nod, his hands caressing your curves before giving your butt an enticing little squeeze* “I bet you’ll love every minute of being tied up and at my disposal, huh?”
*chuckles as the two of you walk into the store* “I swear you’re something else, princess” *strays away from you, heading over to the restraints hanging from the wall* *buys a few things without telling you what they are*
You; “Come on just tell me, babe.”
*shakes his head, giggling* ‘Not uh, you’ll just have to wait til later.”
*pretends to be flustered, covering his eyes the instant he sees the dildos on the other side of the shop* “Y/n, why would you bring me here I’m a child of God- I’m too pure for this.”
You; *rolls your eyes* “Oh shut up, last night you fucked my face until I couldn’t breathe, shall I go on?”
*smirks as he remembers how badly he wrecked you* “No, no need- I remember, especially when I fucked you til your eyes rolled back.”
*nearly unfazed as he follows you around the store, inspecting the different items* “Mhmmm, I think I want to buy one of these and some rope.” *shows you a spider gag (a gag meant to keep you from shutting your mouth) with a cheeky look on his face* “I wanna face fuck you tonight, maybe this will help prevent you from stopping me.”
Okay, so first things first, if you’re going to splurge on anything in your dorm room, splurge on your bed. Trust me. You’ll be basically spending half of the academic year in it, and therefore snuggly is the way to go. So here are my tips on how to make your bed the snuggliest cloud ever. <3
1. You’re gonna be spending a shit ton of money on your bedding. So don’t decide to throw caution to the wind and forego a mattress protector. BUY A DAMN MATTRESS PROTECTOR. I don’t care if that mattress is brand new or 20 years old, it is dirty and you do not want to tempt fate. Just do yourself a favor and be the cool kid who doesn’t get bed bugs.
2. Next, you’re gonna need a mattress pad. Now, I personally didn’t really splurge on my mattress pad. It’s just a basic one from Target that I got on sale during tax-free weekend, but mainly you need it to keep all of your snuggly bedding from slipping around on that plastic mattress.
3. SPEAKING OF TAX-FREE WEEKEND. If you live in the States, do yourself a favor and go on your college shopping spree on tax-free weekend. The amount of money you will save is ridiculous, so just fight your way into Target and wherever else, grab your shit, and floor it to the cash register.
4. Now, as you sprint through Target with your shades on and the Mission Impossible theme song blaring out of the speakers, grab yourself a super plush mattress topper. Go as thick or thin as you want, although I’d recommend at least two inches for optimal snuggliness.
5. On to sheets! Okay, I’m gonna be honest, I despise Jersey sheets, but apparently they’re a thing for college students, so if you’re into that, go for it. Otherwise, aim for cotton, cotton, cotton. Get two sets of sheets. Believe me, sometime during your college life, you WILL ruin a set, so just save yourself a step and get extras.
6. So this bit is 100% up to your individual preference, but I personally would recommend getting a down alternative comforter (don’t get real down, save the birds, come on guys) in a neutral color. (Mine is white and I keep it pretty clean, but if you’re planning on having a Doritos-and-Pizza buffet on your bed, you might want to go for a darker color.) You can also get a duvet cover if you just really want a froofy floral print on your bed. Don’t get anything too thick or too thin, especially if you live in a place with four seasons; anything that says “all-seasonal” is A+ and 10/10.
7. And finally, pillows! I’d recommend getting two big pillows (I actually have four, because I’m a pillow whore and I have no shame), but any and all throw pillows are up to you. I would try to limit it to two, mayyyybe three small throws, since there’s only so much room on the bed and you don’t want to have to squeeze your body onto two inches of mattress next to your wall of stuffed animals and fandom pillows.
8. Lastly, WASH YOUR FREAKING BEDDING. I do mine every two weeks at least; every week would be ideal, but alas, I have a life. Just please, please, please don’t let your sheets sit and soak for four months in all the gross shit you bring in from outside. You don’t even want to KNOW what kinds of disgusting things build up on your bedding over time. Plus, is there anything better than sleeping in a newly washed and made bed that smells like Hawaiian Mango Breeze and success?
Voilà! Now you have a beautiful, plush, snuggly pile of love waiting for you after classes and studying. You’re welcome.
And to all the precious sunflowers going to college this fall, I wish you all the luck in the world, and don’t forget that even if it’s overwhelming at first, it’ll be okay! And of course, you always have boatloads of studyblrs (including me!) who would love to help you and give you advice whenever you need it.
Summary: (Y/N) took the blame for something that she didn’t do and Mike thought that she was the best, just because of it.
Word count: 1.186
Posted: 3rd of November 2017
A/N: Another imagiiiine, yeeey! I am kind of being productive, but my halloween vacation is almost over and it sucks.
Anyways, I hope that you really like my work. My request is open, so don’t be afraid to send them in. I would also appreciate to read some feedbacks from you, guys, so don’t be shyyy, pretty please. Thank you so much and enjoy!
- G. x
“Michael, what have I told you when it came to the candies and chocolates?” You heard Mrs. Wheeler complaining from the kitchen as she cleaned up the mess she made while making dinner for the family. She surely noticed that the cookie jars were almost empty, even though she bought the goods just few days ago. Mike and his friends were the usual suspects when it came to sweets, but it wasn’t the kids’ fault, because she was really tempting them by buying those junk food and sweets.
You just arrived in the Wheeler’s residence, since you had to babysit Mike for a while and, probably, his friends too. His parents, together with his little sister, Holly, were going to visit some relatives in another town and Mike couldn’t go with them, because he would skip too many school days. Nancy would be staying at home too, but she surely didn’t want to spend her days taking care of the kids.
“These stuffs are full of calories and carbohydrates, they are also bad for your health. Have you even brushed your teeth right after?” She continued blabbering as she kept the jars out of the children’s sight. You stood right after the house’s main door and you tried to peek in the living room to find Mike.
“But Mum,” Mike energetically started. “why the hell do you even buy those stuffs if you wouldn’t let us eat them?” He rudely shouted from the living room, overlapping the television’s noise with his loud and rowdy voice.
“Mike!” You stringently shook your head as you stopped him from answering to his mother. He was right, but he still should respect her. She was his mother, nonetheless she was a strict one.
“What?” He walked towards the hallway and rolled his eyes as soon as he saw you. You shot him a death glare and he realized that it was wrong to play with the fire. The age gap between you and Mike was just few years and you both got along together, but you were capable of teaching him some real-life lessons and you claimed to be respected when needed. In fact, that was one of the reasons why Mrs. Wheeler liked you.
“Oh, (Y/N)!” Mrs. Wheeler made her way to the hallway to greet you. “Mike has already eaten, make sure that he does his homework everyday, friends stay only until eight during the school days, okay?” She remembered you some essential things that you had to do while taking care of Mike.
“I remember them, Mrs. Wheeler. I will take care of this dorky kiddo.” You happily exclaimed and you pointed your finger towards Mike’s direction, which was across the hallway.
“That includes no excessive number of cookies, sweets and junk food!” She strictly advised as she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, still vexed for what his son has done.
“I copy,” You nodded your head, letting her to know that you understood her statement. “I am sorry for giving him too many sweets yesterday. He was hungry and there was no other food in the fridge.”
“(Y/N), what?” Mike shouted in a low tone, but you still managed to hear him. You didn’t do it, not at all, but if you could save Mike from being yelled at, you would take every blame for him. After all, you could always let him pay for everything, if he ever treated you in a nasty way.
“It was your fault?!” She angrily asked you and you just avoided her scary gaze by looking at the ground, pretending to admire your shoes.
“Yes, Mrs. Wheeler, but I am so sorry.” You lied through your teeth and you slowly looked at the desperate mother in front of you. She couldn’t punish you, neither fire you for something stupid so she calmed herself down. “It will never happen again.”
“All right, I forgive you,” Her voice softened and you considered her big eyes. “but Michael you should start learning your limits, okay?”
“Yes, mum!” He quietly nodded and looked at you with a very thankful smile. “I’m sorry.”
“Go on, enough with the television,” His mother proudly commanded. “start doing your homework with (Y/N).”
“Your wish is my command, Mum!” Mike sarcastically answered and he headed to the living room to turn the television off, leaving the whole house peaceful and quiet. You heard the lady unleashing a deep and heavy sigh for his son’s actions. She was hopeless, but you were always there to help her.
“(Y/N), the rules. Okay?” She reminded you and you just nodded in response. “Go and help him now, Ted and I will call you when we are about to leave.”
“All right, Mrs. Wheeler. Sorry once again.” You apologetically smiled at her and she smiled back at you, hoping that you learnt your lesson.
“C’mon, (Y/N)! See you later, Mum!” Mike irresponsibly grabbed your hand and he dragged you towards the basement stairway, thoughtlessly shutting the door as soon as you both entered the room.
“Mike, careful!” You loudly laughed for his actions and he just let out some soft giggles.
“Why did you do that?” He curiously asked as he set his books on the room’s centre table. You looked around the basement and everything was a big mess once again, his friends surely spent their afternoon in the basement.
“Do what?” You started to pick the trash up and you threw it properly in the bin. His blanket fort caved in, so you decided to fix it and build a new one.
“Take the blame for me.” He nonchalantly answered while he opened his books, sometimes looking at you and his incomplete fort. “Why?”
“I just wanted to.” You shortly answered, really not wanting to say the real motivation. You liked the kid, not in a romantic way, but because he was kind and smart. He was thoughtful and he cared for you, that sometimes you would just forgive him for being a vexatious brat. You grounded him once in a while though, mostly when he disobeyed you or his parents and sister.
“Well,” He got up from his sit. “you are the best babysitter ever!”
“Yeah, sweet talker!” You messed his apple-cut hair as soon as you felt his vulnerable and tiny arms around you. You hugged him back, letting the blanket fall on the floor.
“It’s the truth.” He sheepishly smiled and shook his head to fix his messy hair. You both laughed and those were the moments that you liked when you were babysitting Mike. You didn’t want to be a boring and strict babysitter, instead you wanted to spend time with him and be a friend to him, mostly when he needed you the most.
“Fine, but you can’t bribe me with that,” You devilishly fired back at him as you broke the hug between the two of you. He headed back to the table with a big smile on his face and you carefully threw a pillow at him, making him laugh as hard as he could. “so start doing your homework now, Gluttony!”
There’s been a Warriors AMV redraw trend going on at Twitter, so I did a frame from one of dangersad’s! I really loved this amv when I was younger, it’s still really good! Maybe tempted to do another if I can find the time…
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I do actually have a few of my designs uploaded on redbubble! :) You can get pillows, sketchbooks, prints and so on! Like so:
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Late. Late was the only thing you could think of as you sprinted towards the club. Your stupid alarm didn’t go off to its set time. You were out of breath when you reached the back entrance. Your breathing was uneven and your hair was an absolute disaster. You bent over placing your hands on your knees to catch your breath. You could hear music playing and glasses clinking.
“Y/N where have you been, we need you dressed for the opening number?” Jamie complained. “Your the only one who knows the counts. The show would be a disaster if I went up there in your spot!”
Jamie grabbed your wrist and hurried you to the rack of costumes behind the stage. All of your friends bombarded you at once as you started to grab your costume off the rack.
“Y/N you know we can’t go on without you; hurry up and get ready!” Cheryl huffed. She started to push you to the dressing area and stuffed you into the little dimly lit room.
”Be ready in five!” Cheryl gave you a smile. The door to the dressing room slammed shut. You still couldn’t catch your breath, but you clumsily shoved your arms down the sleeves of the tight-fitting outfit. A few swears left your mouth as you bumped into the walls of the room.
There was almost little to no room to move around. They need to provide bigger dressing rooms, you thought. Once you were situated and dressed in the corset and fish-netted tights you hurriedly swung the door open sprinting off as everyone was getting in their places, while miserably trying to put on your heels.
The lights were dimmed because the show was about to start. Cheryl pushed you to the front of the stage. The curtain was faced in front of you waiting for its cue to be pulled upwards. You took your pose as everyone else did and watched as the curtain rose. The crowd sat their quietly until the lights were directed on you and your girls as the music had begun. They erupted in hoots and howlers. Half of the audience tonight was all men, they whistled as they watched every single one of you swing your hips to the beat.
It gave you exhilaration to be dancing along to the music. You scanned your eyes over the crowd as they looked enticed by the sensual movements of your hips. It actually made you able to catch your breath. It felt like you were on the stage for hours, yet it was only a short moment. You kept weaving around the stage past your friends as the choreography of the dance came naturally to you.
The song came to a slow stop as everyone on stage gave their ending poses; it was finally over. You actually smiled brightly to the crowd and looked to your friends. They were all heaving due to the dancing. We were a hit, you squealed quietly in your mind. The lights turned off and the stage curtain closed.
Your friends all start to walk down. Jamie was waiting at the end of the staircase back stage.
“Y/N! That was amazing; I told you we needed you!” Jamie yells excitedly.
“Did you see the way the crowd was so hyped!” Cheryl exclaimed.
“It honestly feels like a rush every time.” You chuckled shaking your head.
“More like a rushing adrenaline through my body. Did you see some of the guys tonight.” Jamie ran a hand through her curls.
“Easy there tiger, we come here to dance, not to lure in prey.” Cheryl nudge her.
“Way to be a buzz kill.” Jamie rolled her eyes.
“Sorry sweetheart I’m just simply following the rules.” Cheryl put her hands in surrender.
“What’s the crime in breaking a few rules.” Jamie smirked.
“Getting fired!” Cheryl reminded her.
“Ugh will you two stop it already. You do this every show!” You groaned.
“No we don’t!” They both said.
“Look girls I’d love to stay and chat, but there is a warm bubble bath waiting for me at home, so well you excuse me.” You separated them and walked to get your stuff.
“Hey Y/N great performance out there tonight!” Harrison the bartender complemented you.
You smiled brightly up at him. “Thanks Haz, but come on it wasn’t just me.” You shrugged.
“Well the girls and I are going clubbing tonight, you should come, I’ll even buy you a drink.” He gazed down on you leaning an arm against the wall.
“Tempting, but I think I’ll pass.” You patted his chest slightly. “Have a drink for, okay?” You opened the door and turned to look at him.
“Will do.” He saluted you goodbye.
You waved and walked out the building.
Once you were home you engulfed yourself in a warm tub filled with bubbles. It really did the trick on your aching muscles. You closed your eyes in relaxation. The warm water and rose pedal smell was really soothing. Everything was just how you wanted it to be.
You were about to fall into a relaxation when you heard the bell of your apartment go off. You opened your eyes in annoyance wondering who you were going to kill for ruining your night. You slipped out wrapping your robe around your body before heading to the front door.
Just as you swung the door open you were faced with a familiar pair of beautiful brown eyes.
“Tom, what’re you doing here?” You crossed your arms as you felt the breeze of the night enter your house.
Tom took in your appearance. There was small trickles of water running down your legs and neck. He not so subtly checked you out.
“Did I interrupt something?” He asked sheepishly.
“Yeah, I was mid deep in a soothing bubble bath,” You rolled your eyes opening the door wider for him to come in.
“Sorry about that love,” He smiled softly.
“No worries. So what do you need?” You said getting to the point.
“Oh right, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out since you didn’t go clubbing with everyone else. Thought I could give you some company” He gave you what you thought was the most unrealistic smile he’s ever shown.
“You didn’t wanna go, did you?” You caught his lie.
“Not one bit.” He shook his head.
“I guess, just let me finish showering,” You lazily got off the couch and dragged your feet back to the bathroom.
“Great I’ll get the stuff ready,” And by stuff he was referring to the junk food stored at the back of one of your cabinets.
Let’s just stay you two were in for a long night of chick flicks, comedies, and judging characters acting.
Short: After joining the sorority on your new university you accidentally get roomed with a notorious frat boy called Jongdae. Pairing: Jongdae x Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut Words: 4468 Notes for Update: 25 Warnings: ppl being mean, frat boys being frat boys, really nothing. A/n: The first part of my new series, i’m excited and had fun writing this actually. It’s based on a dream i had once. Thank you to @sechens for inspiring me to write this series.
You wrapped your hair up in a towel on top of your head, drying off your skin and rubbing some cream onto your face. The tiny bathroom was fogged up from your warm shower, but you felt properly refreshed now. After that bullshit of a hazing you needed it. You had to be at class in 3 hours, so you had enough time to rest and read a bit before going.
When you exited the shower you bumped into something, staggering back and holding onto your towel for dear life.
“You can stay over, you know,” Seokjin mumbles between kisses. Soft lips litter your neck with affection; strong hands wrapped around your waist press you into his warm chest.
You crane your neck into his, feeling his soft, brown hair brush against your cheek. His ministrations don’t stop, and soon you’re getting carried away in the feeling of his mouth on your neck and the proposition at hand.
You want to let him have his fun, but someone has to be the responsible one in this relationship, so instead you sigh and muster up all the will power you have to push him away and turn in his arms; your small hands on his chest to keep your distance.
His hair is impossibly shiny and well kept for someone who’s been lazing around his too-big-for-one-person (his words, not yours) apartment all day. Sculpted eyebrows perfect above half-lidded eyes, a face so flawless and pure it’s almost sinful to believe it belongs to a business man as ruthless as Kim Seokjin.
“Last time I stayed over the night before work, I was three hours late and nearly got fired.”
Jin exhales in laughter and pulls you into his broad chest, crushing the makeshift boarder you’d created between the two of you. “Then quit.”
You pinch his back and he laughs again, “I’m not quitting my job because you’re horny.”
“Who said I was horny? What if I just wanted to cuddle?”
He knows you’re rolling your eyes into his shirt and pulls back with a gentle hold you your shoulder. Hours seems to pass as you look into each other’s eyes and Jin smiles, reaches a hand to caress your cheek and kisses you softly. “Please?”
If only his coworkers could see him like this; barefaced, pajama-clad and begging for a girl who barely reaches his biceps in height to stay with him. But you know that Seokjin would rather die than let anyone hear him begging; rather be damned to hell than not get what he wants; except when it comes to you.
It’s a tempting offer really, but not everyone is a top twenty business mogul like your boyfriend. So work comes first (this time; he’ll coax you into his bed another day).
You give him a soft peck in return, “I can’t Jinnie,”—now there’s a nickname Jeon Jungkook would love to hold over him—“I gotta go.”
“What if I just buy the store you work at, then you can go in late all the time without any—”
“Ow! Love, I was kidding,” He smiles through his teeth, pretending that the slap you the arm you gave him actually hurt.
“I am going home and you are not going to buy the store I work at.” You scold, tugging your shoes on.
It’s Jin’s turn to roll his eyes as he watches you collect your things in preparation to leave. He’ll miss you, without a doubt, but he always does. Even if it’s just for a few hours. In fact, he misses you the most when you leave him like this—leave his apartment to return to yours; leaving him without a warm body to cuddle next to at night and without a fresh face to wake up to in the morning. He thinks it stupid that you have to go home everyday. He thinks it’s stupid that you won’t just stay and let him drive you to work in the morning (and he’ll actually wake you up on time this time, he swears). He thinks it’s stupid that you don’t consider his apartment home. He thinks it’s stupid that a stone cold CEO such as himself hasn’t built up the courage to ask his girlfriend of nearly eleven months to move in with him.
“I’ll see you after work tomorrow, okay?” You break his thoughts.
“What, no lunch together?”
“You’re such a drama queen. But if you’re not busy, then sure.”
“Never too busy for you, love,” he hums before kissing you again. His lips are soft, and the large hands caressing your sides are almost enough to make you call into work and stay with him. Almost.
“Ah, ah—ah, Jin I gotta go,” you pull away again.
He laughs at his foiled plan. “Alright, alright. But take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
He picks up the jacket from the coat rack—it’s Gucci, you notice, probably a gift from Taehyung—and helps you slide your arms through it. “It’s not that cold, Jin,” you tell him, but continue to put it on.
“Hush, stubborn woman,” he fixes the jacket on your shoulders, ridiculously in love with the way it’s three sizes too big on you, “Now you can go.”
You shake your head at his antics and kiss him one last time—Jin I actually have to go before my doorman thinks I keep coming home at shady hours because I’m dealing drugs or some shit—before you’re out the door. He watches you slip into your car from nearly forty floors up and smiles to himself.
If he hasn’t the courage to ask you to stay at his forever, at least he can get you to bring a little piece of him home with you.
i made some adoptables? not only do you get the design, after you adopt you get a clean-full body/colored character/no-bg illustration of your new character! im rly tempted to keep birthdae(and minty tbh) and i really love dirt cup!! but uhh, message me if you’re interested in buying! or maybe you want a custom? those are open too!
⇢ summary: you’ve always been curious about that little shop in town that only ever opened during Halloween, and one day, something in you possesses you to check it out. your curiosity lands you in a cauldron of hot water with a cute witch named kim taehyung and a lot more problems than you started out with.
⇢ relationship: kim taehyung/reader.
⇢ genre: witch!au, supernatural, romance, fluff.
⇢ words: 5.6k
⇢ warnings: fluff out of the wazoo, witches witching it up, yoongi is a tempermental cat (literally).
a/n: this beautiful moodboard for this fic was made by @shinybts !!
“Welcome to Kim’s Emporium of the Strange! How may I charm your life today?”