mm these look nice

“Join us… We promise we’ll treat you better than them.”

Both gullible and cute. Just the assistant they’ve wanted lol.

Shine me with love

like the everlasting sun

《 Ẅ̷̖̘͓͇͕̘̰̟͕̼̙̍̌͑͆̑̋͂̆̌̀̎̓͝ẖ̵͐̈̔̅͆̈́͂̇̓̽̂̅̚a̵͙̣͍̳͍͖̰̼̭͈̿͗͛̿̈͂̀͐̑̕͝ť̵̹̝̀̔̓͛̃̂̀̌̍͘͝?̴̡̗̹̙̟̙̠̩̦̫̗̟͉̑̿̿̈́̄̓̑̓̓̄̚ ̸̢͓̯̬̭̣̱̩̭̩̭͛̆Y̵̰͍̏̿͋̿̏̔͆̏͌̈́̒̒͛̏̂o̷̢̨̼̯̫̲͔̼̮͉̯͖̠͋̇̀͑̅͋́̔̈̈́̕̚u̵͇̰͖͉̙͌ͅ ̶̨͈̼̘͓̈́̇t̸̢̧͉̼̙͎̭̜̲͓̣͍͔̫͍̍̀͋͛̄̀̽͗͗͋̎̿͐̈́̕h̷̨̫̹̰̥̘̻́̀ͅŏ̴̧̠̹̫͙̺̲̮̼͈͕̯̳̞̃̑͛ú̷̧̼̎͐̃͛g̵̛̛̛̗̠̹͎̓̇̃͂̅̀̀͌͌̈́͋̕ḩ̴̨̛̫͙̥͕͕̍̉̚͘t̴̛̺̠͕̠̼͔͇͇͖̙̱̒͆̓́̆̽͘̕͜ ̴͎̯̪̰̀̀Ḯ̷̧̘̮͇͇͇̫̖͎̘͚̟̖̗́̔̌̎̈́͘̕͘͝ ̵̛̥̽̊͝w̴̢͕̺̺̩̖̯̗̤͉̳͚̯̎͊̍̋̔͗̐̑͘͠a̸͍̝̤̮͙͗̈́͐̃͋s̵̞͚̣̓̎̈́͘ͅ ̴̨̦̟͕̱̣͇͔̖̦̬̩̻̐̅̅̽̋̈́̈́́̔͝n̴̢̨̲̪̮̺͖͕͇̜̮̟̱̣̈̎͆͠ͅi̷̫̼͔̮̰͉̥̫̪͈̲̥͂̀̿͋̈́̌͐c̷̡̧̫̮̩͓̘̱̼̪̗̲̑̍̎̀͆́̓̍͂̚͝͝ͅȩ̴͇̝̱̩͇͍͎̟̠̄̿̊͌̃̿͋̓͆̓͛͠?̷̧̨̪̩̮̦̖̦̘̞̟̻̳͠ͅ ☆ 》

Happy Halloween! 🎃

Call me Daddy

Hello hello! Here is a JB smut I’ve been meaning to post for a while ^^

WARNING: Daddy Kink

—-


You sighed to yourself as you got yourself ready for Jaebum. You didn’t have to do much, just a little makeup, lingerie and one last thing you were pondering over: whipped cream. He was going to be at your place in fifteen minutes, so you had to make a quick decision. After thinking it over for a few seconds, you decided to not get it; not after the last time you used it.

You heard the door knock three times, and you rushed to go get it. Of course, you wanted to make him wait, but you were also impatient. It had been a while since the two of you were together. You opened the door slowly, and you almost choked on your breath. Jaebum looked good.

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✰ * º ❛  new girl ‘kids’ (s1e21) sentence starters.  ❜

‘  you’re using birth control, right?  ’
‘  it’s just that he’s so athletic that birth control becomes like one of those plastic barbecue covers in a hurricane.  ’
‘  i didn’t wanna know that.  ’
‘  what is all the screaming about?  ’
‘  have you finally agreed to be in our third? because, you know, we’ve discussed this.  ’
‘  what? this is not the time!  ’
‘  i was the bomb diggity as a baby! i mean i was like break-dancing at eight months old.  ’
‘  get out! seriously?  ’
‘  he’s got too many d.u.i.’s to take himself, so i guess i got to take him.  ’
‘  they’re going to be here in a few minutes, so i need you to be on your best behavior.  ’
‘  no f-bombs, p-bombs. actually, no b through s bombs. no bombs.  ’
‘  please put on some pants.  ’
‘  everything you say sounds really creepy when you’re not wearing pants.  ’
‘  your hair looks nice.  ’
‘  mm, this coffee is smoldering.  ’
‘  so creepy.  ’
‘  i think he’s testing me. i think he’s seeing if i could be a mom.  ’
‘  put some some pants… or at least some really high socks.  ’
‘  i just wanted to make sure that there wasn’t some important piece of information that i totally missed.  ’
‘  actually, can you explain what you mean very clearly?  ’
‘  it’s been months of nonstop sex.  ’
‘  i’m not listening to you.  ’
‘  i’m just saying, look, do you think she wants something more than sex?   ’
‘  do you think she’s finally becoming a girl? cause i can’t handle that, man.  ’
‘  do you think i’ve become too dependent on a hot lava massage?  ’
‘  i’m gonna be there in just a second, okay?  ’
‘  i’m not going to sit here and bond with you about this, alright?  ’
‘  i gotta go babysit my boss.  ’
‘  i’m coming with a date.  ’
‘  she’s smart and mature and she knows about art and famous artists like banksy and the guy who did the obama poster and, you know, like, chalk outline guy.  ’
‘  that’s stupid.  ’
‘  your eyes are so brown. they look like poop.  ’
‘  be honest with me, do my eyes look like poo?  ’
‘  i’m just trying to give you an opportunity to lie to me. just trying to be polite.  ’
‘  actually, the ancient egyptians made pasta by flattening the dough with their feet.  cool, huh?  ’
‘  why do you have so many bras?  ’
‘  i just want you to know that, um, you can ask me anything.  ’
‘  are you in love with my dad?  ’
‘  do you two ever dry-lump?? ’
‘  is sexting cool?  ’
‘  have you done a 99?  ’
‘  have you ever given anyone plow chops?  ’
‘  how do you make love to a person animal-style?  ’
‘  do you wanna learn how to play bridge?  ’
‘  i’ve been doing some thinking and i think it’s time that i take you on a real date.  ’
‘  you’re asking me out on a date?  ’
‘  it’ll be our first real date! italy on ice is a celebration of all things italian, featuring ice dancing’s biggest and brightest italian stars.  ’
‘  i can’t go right now. it’s a really bad time, okay? i’m sorry, just take someone else.  ’
‘  i don’t think you should be rushing into these things.  ’
‘  i know, that sucked. i’m sorry.  ’
‘  just choose someone who makes you laugh.  ’
‘  oh my god, oh my god. i love them so, so, so much. they’re so hot.  ’
‘  i want to rub my face on his face!  ’
‘  just to be clear, i am dialing another woman to go see italy on ice right now.  ’
‘  this room can not take anymore hormones.  ’
‘  it’s almost too much juxtaposition for me. you know what i mean? it’s like right at the line of juxtaposition, but i think i’m gonna let it slide.  ’
‘  what it be girl? what you got going on, ma? it’s the freakin’ weekend.  ’
‘  did you just call me “girl”?  ’
‘  are you wearing something sexy?  ’
‘  oh, you got jeans on, baby, are they tight?  ’
‘  um, my jeans are a little loose. i buy them big.  ’
‘  oh, them jeans sound sexy.  ’
‘  everything alright? you wanna hang out more?  ’
‘  you taking care of that tushy for me?  ’
‘  i’m not doing, like, squats or anything. i’m trying to eat less donuts.  ’
‘  you still keeping it tight?  ’
‘  you’re an idiot.  ’
‘  this is a really good example of people who should not be making love.  ’
‘  you don’t understand. i love him so, so, so much.  ’
‘  he’s so hot, i’m gonna die!  ’
‘  he is way too old for you. i live with him. he’s dirty and weird.  ’
‘  it’s not well ventilated in there!  ’
‘  oh yeah, baby, a yard sale! oh, i feel so alive!  ’
‘  ah, i got a charley horse. oh, god.  ’
‘  i’m going to roll in his dirty clothes.  ’
‘  he came over and asked me out and i really can’t go on a date with him right now.  ’
‘  listen to me, alright! listen to me! alright, you little brat! you just need to be quiet!  ’
‘  you just need to be quiet because i need my friend to focus on me right now!  ’
‘  what are you doing? you know how much this means to me.  ’
‘  don’t let your dysfunction rub off on her.  ’
‘  i am going to be a terrible mother!  ’
‘  i’m going to be just like my mother.  ’
‘  you’re gonna be a great mom. you’re gonna be a fashionable mom.  ’
‘  if you do have sex, make sure you always use protection because, even if he says it’s tantric and you know better, you’re just gonna end up pregnant anyways!  ’
‘  what? are you pregnant?  ’
‘  we have to wait for the test results, but i’m late.  ’
‘  you got her pregnant?  ’
‘  okay, i’m not ready to be a godparent. don’t ask.  ’
‘  i’m not ready to be an uncle!  ’
‘  are you sure that you’re okay about this? cause i’m freaking out by the fact that you’re not freaking out.  ’
‘  i’m oddly calm about the whole thing.  ’
‘  maybe this isn’t exactly my five-year plan, but maybe this is fate. maybe i hit the jackpot. maybe this is the universe telling me that i’ll never find someone better than them.  ’
‘  your life’s like gossip girl… only everyone is old and poor.  ’
‘  you’re an amazing person and you’re going to do and be so many things in this life.  ’
‘  maybe you’ll be a mom, and maybe– maybe not. but i will support you no matter what.  ’
‘  congradulations! you’re dating a girl with basic table manners.  ’
‘  i’m so excited to be on this journey with you. i mean, your boobs are gonna be unbelievably enormous.  ’
‘  i hate her.  ’
‘  you don’t hate her. you don’t know her well enough to hate her.  ’
‘  you’re the skank with a skank face.  ’
‘  don’t make me chase you!  ’
‘  she doesn’t even know what netscape is… she thinks of ice cube as mainly an actor.  ’
‘  she fell in love with you for some unknown reason.  ’
‘  i might as well call you bridge to terabithia because you make children cry.  ’
‘  i will not apologize for my powerful sperm!  ’
‘  you, go stall her – try not to get her pregnant!  ’
‘  i know that you think you’re in love with me right now, but i promise you, you’re gonna find someone better.  ’
‘  i can be a bit of an anchor. i’ve been known to drag women down.  ’
‘  honestly, help me. i don’t know what to do.  ’
‘  i haven’t loved somebody the way you loved me in a very long time and i miss that feeling.  ’
‘  that feeling you have is good, it’s just misplaced. it’s better than being numb your whole life. you end up doing such weird things.  ’
‘  you know what? just stay in there. it’s not that great out here. stay in there as long as you can.  ’
‘  i can’t come out. i’m too embarrassed.  ’
‘  we are literally the most embarrassing people on the planet.  ’
‘  you don’t have to be embarrassed around us.  ’
‘  sometimes i talk louder to blind people.  ’
‘  i’ve peed in every pool i’ve been into. every single one.  ’
‘  i originally grew these bangs because i hate my forehead.  ’
‘  i still think it’s funny when a guy puts tennis balls under his shirt and pretends it’s boobs… they look like little boobs.  ’
‘  i do so many stupid things. you don’t even know.  ’
‘  there is a god! i’ve got my period! it’s so amazing!  ’
‘  welcome to our home. would you like a drink?  ’
‘  i’m kind of over you now.  ’
‘  bye! you’re a mess!  ’
‘  i’m not having kids until i’m 80.  ’
‘  now we can just go back to the way things were.  ’
‘  no more stupid mistakes, right?  ’
‘  i never knew that italy was so much more than pizza. it’s so much more!  ’
‘  the reenactment of pompeii really stays with you.  ’

Worth the Wait

Anonymous said: Hello! How are you? (first of all, I’m really sorry for my English, it’s not my native language) Well, since your request are opened, may I request headcanons in which you tell the slow romance between Newt and the reader, something like friendship-to-true love? ( I’m sorry if that doesn’t make sense)

Here you go, love! I hope you like this! :) It was a bit different for me to write a “headcanon” romance because I am used to writing a lot more detail so this KIND OF became a short fic instead. I hope that’s fine. ENJOY!!

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The first time you met Newt Scamander you were not quite sure you would ever get along. He seemed desperately timid and even though you tried to make conversation it never seemed to capture his interest.

“I hear Ravenclaw is doing well in Quiddith this year.”

No answer but a slight smile on his lips as the lift halted at his floor.

“Beautiful weather we’re having today.”

“Mm. Yes.”

“I like your hair today Mr. Scamander. It looks nice.”

“Oh, erm - thank you.”

It did not appear as if you would ever find anything to connect with him about.

You both worked for the Ministry of Magic. He was quite respected in the Beast Division and you - Obliviation. The only reason you ever saw Newt (more than on the morning lift ride) was if a beast got loose and you were sent in to help assist him with the “clean up." 

"How many people saw the Murtlap?" 

Newt would blush and shift his weight uncomfortably as you lined the muggles against the railing; unsheathing your wand to perform the spell.

"Twelve. So sorry.”

“Ah, you should be." 

Newt failed to see the smirk and small smile forming on your lips.

It took every ounce of courage to ask him to tea the next afternoon.

"Do you like tea?”

Newt nodded excitedly. “I love it.”

“I was wondering - if maybe - WE could - uh, go get some tea…”

His expression was curious and full of anticipation.

“If we could get some tea, together… after work.”

Newt blushed slightly and focused his attention on the case in his hands before uttering a small, “I’d love that.”

Tea. The answer to all problems.

You had mint and he had ginger with lemon.

You sipped quietly at first remarking about the weather and the state of affairs at the Ministry until you finally just blurted it out, "So - what’s with the case you always carry Mr. Scamander?”

The light in Newt’s eyes shone brighter than the morning sun, “Would you… care to see?”

You were a bit taken aback by this question as Newt had never invited you anywhere. 

“Su - sure.”

When tea was finished and the world was saying good night you found yourself inside of Newt’s case surrounded by magical creatures. He didn’t have many but he explained how he was slowly collecting them from around London and the outer countryside.

“Most recently, I caught the Niffler. Bugger! Where’s he run off to?”

“This is extraordinary Mr. Scamander!" 

You could not believe your eyes.

"Oh? You think so?”

Nodding, you grinned up at him. He seemed more alive than at work. More certain of himself. More playful. The smile on his lips was radiant and you could not help but breathe in deeply and shut your eyes as if to memorize the moment. It was so peaceful.

“Call me Newt.”

Your eyes fluttered open. “What?”

“Call me Newt.” He offered you his hand and as you took it, a slight tingle of longing ran up your spine.

“Newt.” You sighed.

From them on, you were inseparable.

Your morning lift ride was full of chatter now.

“Augustus Worme has commissioned me to write a book about magical creatures.”

“Really? That’s wonderful, Newt. When do you start?”

“Two months. I have to make preparations for a year in the field.”

“The….field?”

“Ah yes, I will be travelling around the world collecting as many species as I can to care for and nurture. Study. Research. That sort of thing.”

“Ah." 

Why did you feel so… disappointed?

You smiled anyway.

"I’m really happy for you Newt.”

Train stations were not your favorite place - especially when saying goodbye. 

“Promise you’ll write - I want to hear all about your exciting adventures.”

Newt smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You gasped at the touch, “What will I do without my elevator companion?”

It was almost impossible to fight the tears forming in your eyes.

“Here.” He handed you a handkerchief, “Take this.”

You chuckled, wiping the tears from under your eyes. “Thank you.”

“I will write. I promise. Will you… erm, will you do something for me, [your name]?”

“Of course, anything Newt…”

“Will you meet me here when I come back?”

The tone of his voice set your heart to light. It was the tone of more than just a co-worker. More than just a friend. You blushed slightly, as a large smile spread across your face. 

“Yes. Yes of course!”

You waited longingly everyday for an owl from Newt and three months later, you finally received word.

Hello dear [your name],

I apologize if this letter takes a long time to find your hands. I am deep within the jungles of south Asia and I anticipate this note will have quite the journey back to England. It is hot and muggy here. Most days I wonder why I brought my wool coat. I could have done with a simple raincoat but I suppose I should not complain as I would rather be prepared than not. This week I have been taking dirt samples and collecting vials of venom from various species. What used to be a nearly empty case has become quite full. I finished the shed. It was necessary to have a place to retreat when I did not want to be bothered by a stray Billywig or Murtlap. I find the shack to be quite comfortable… room enough for two even. Erm, I look forward to giving you a full tour when I get back. I expect to be home for a break during the Christmas holidays. That will mean six months since I have seen you. I hope you will not forget our promise. I already have a small token I would like to gift you upon my return. Please know, you are in my thoughts. There are moments out here in the wild where I dearly miss your laugh. I think I would love to hear that sound every day… ah. Yes. Well then - I shall leave this. I do hope you are well and happy. 

Yours,
Newt Scamander

YOURS. 

The words sprang from the parchment and you clutched a hand over your heart.

Yours.

Mine.

Snow fell quietly as you entered the train station six months later. For one reason or another Newt had been delayed throughout his journey home and the hour grew late. It was dark. There were hardly any bystanders now. He was coming in on the last train of the evening and as you listened for it you felt your heart would burst. Would he be different? Were you? You smoothed your hair and reapplied a layer of lipstick, tapping your heels anxiously below you.
The train pulled in and a layer of stream filled the platform. You immediately sprang to your feet, coughing slightly as the air began to clear.

He stood in front of you, case in hand, disheveled hair, with a layer of dust on his coat. His gaze of weariness turned to excitement the moment he saw you.

[Your name!] He called, striding towards you quickly.

“Newt!” You exclaimed, falling into his arms. The contact was intoxicating and you breathed him in deeply. Mint. Ginger. Cinnamon. Tears quickly burned the edges of your eyes. “I missed you, Newt. I missed you so much.”

“Mm, quite right too.” He whispered, and you felt his his lips against your hair, “I’m here. I’m home…with you.”

Newt leaned back, taking a long look in your eyes, “I brought you something.”

“You did not need to. You’re here. That’s enough.”

Newt smirked, holding out his hand, “Open it darling.”

You giggled. He had never called you darling before.

You pried his fingers open gently, relishing in the fact you were actually touching him. He was real. Skin and bone and breath. He was home.

A dainty golden ring was held in the center of his palm. 

Your eyes darted to his full of questions.

Newt chewed his bottom lip nervously, “I found it…in Paris. I thought of you. I thought perhaps…you might like to….wear it….until….. I can afford to purchase a real one.”

A real one? What was he saying?

Newt tilted his head and smiled lovingly as he took your hand into his, placing the ring upon your left hand, “Until I can properly ask you - to be my wife.”

Oh. OH! Your eyes grew wide as the realization of his words permeated your heart.

The blush on his cheeks matched your own.

“I…I love you, darling.”

That was all you needed to hear.

“I love you too, Newt.”

Newt wrapped you into his arms, kissing you lovingly as your hand rubbed the nape of his neck. When you finally parted you rested your foreheads together,  breathless, memorizing one another’s warmth.

“Well, I certainly did not expect that! I thought you brought me a Murtlap or something!”

“Oh trust me love, there’s plenty more where that came from.” He smirked, tapping his boot against the case. “Care to see?”

You nodded joyfully, “But let’s get you home first. I think a warm bath and hot cup of tea is in order.”

“Of course.” Newt beamed, taking your hand into his as you began to depart the platform.

You could not help but ask.

“When did you…fall in love with me?”

Newt blushed once more, “The lift. The first time you spoke to me. You asked me about Quidditch and I choked. I was so nervous. I had wanted to introduce myself since the very first moment I saw you.”

You laughed, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles affectionately, “When was that?”

“My first day.” He snickered, placing his lips on your temple, before kissing it.

“Took you long enough.” You winked.

“Yes, but it was worth the wait.”


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my flower - part 1

Pairing: prince! xu minghao x reader

Summary: “A flower for my flower.”

Part: 1/?

part 2

“He did it again!”

I look up from the bouquet I was making and quirk an eyebrow at the person making a loud fuss. Prince Minghao lets out a loud groan and plops himself on the chair in front of me. I smirk, knowing very well who he was talking about.

“What did Mingyu do now?”

“He came over earlier today and cheated when we were playing games!”

“How terrible, how could he do such a thing?” I giggle and he huffs, running a hand through his hair. I finish making the bouquet and turn away to put the ribbon on it when he groans again. “I thought you told him to stop cheating?”

“I did, but he found a loophole.”

“He must be learning from prince Jeonghan.”

“That’s not a good thing!”

“I know it’s not.” I giggle and put away the bouquet before turning back to the prince. I grab the little flowers next to me and bring them up to our eye levels. “But you love the both of them too much to complain.”

He groans, knowing I was right. I lean over and remove his crown, placing a small dandelion in its place. Minghao leans towards me, allowing me to place more dandelions in his hair. His frown turns into a smile and a blush creeps onto his cheeks as he stares at me. Then, he smiles widely and giggles.

“Did you pick these this morning?”

“Mm, I thought dandelions would look nice on you.”

“But I look good with any flower?”

“I suppose you’re right,” I laugh.

“Did you finish anything today?” He asks, peeking at the flowers behind me. I shake my head and sigh.

“There were so many requests for bouquets this morning that I haven’t been able to do anything else.”

“I can help set up the shop if you’d like?”

“Only you would get excited over setting up a flower shop.”

“It’s because I get to spend time with you,” Minghao mumbles, walking away to put the flowers in their spots. I turn away, retrieving the flowers and materials I need to make bouquets. “Did you know Seokmin cried the other day?”

“Aw, what about?”

“He got sentimental and started crying.”

“He’s such a sweetheart when it comes to his kingdom.”

“And I’m not?”

“I didn’t say that, you dork.”

“You were implying it.”

“Minghao. You’re my best friend and all, but I’m ready to fight you.”

“Bring it on.” He looks over his shoulder and smirks at me. I shake my head and roll my eyes, smiling. Minghao suddenly places the flowers down next to the big pots before walking up to me. I look at up at him and he smiles. “I almost forgot.”

“Forgot what?”

“A flower for my flower.”

“Intimidating Minghao can be cheesy?” I gasp and laugh when he pouts.

“Fine, then I’ll take it back.”

“Aw come on, I was just teasing. I love it, thank you.”

“I told you when we were young that I’d bring you a flower every time I visited.”

“But then I told you that the royal garden would be flowerless if you did that since you visit everyday.”

“So now it’s just once a week.”

“It’s my favorite day when you bring me one.” I smile.

“Not on other days where you only get me? I’m hurt.”

“I love those days more than anything, you dork.”

“I know. My flower just can’t resist me.”

A bell atop of the door rings and Minghao walks away, allowing me to tend to the customer. A group of giggling girls walk through the door, their eyes widening when they spot the prince. They scurry to the counter, requesting to pick up their bouquets. I was in the midst of getting them while they kept looking back to the prince.

“Are these for the prince?” I ask. They nod, glancing back and forth between Minghao and I. “I’m sure he’ll like them.”

They quickly pay before walking towards the door, making sure to blow kisses at the prince. Minghao watches in amusement when they erupt in fits of giggles from making him smile. Truthfully, he just found their actions to be funny.

“What a ladies’ man.” I tease, placing my chin on my hand atop of the table. He rolls his eyes and smiles.

“There’s going to be more of that at the party tonight, but with them clinging onto me as well.”

“They just can’t resist your charm.”

“Just like you can’t either.”

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for the prince with flowers in his hair.”

His cheeks grow red as he sits down in front of me. I smile, glancing at the flowers in his hair.

“Maybe I should make you a flower crown to wear instead of that gold one.”

“As long as you make one for yourself.”

I smile, handing him some flowers and materials. He grins, instantly sitting up straight and watches until I put the last of them on the table. The two of us sit in silence, making bouquets when a sweaty, tired butler comes running through the door. He’s bent over, trying to catch his breath as Minghao and I look at each other, grinning.

“There you are, prince Minghao.”

“Where else would I be?”

“At the castle where you’re supposed to be,” I say and he rolls his eyes, smiling.

“The king and queen have requested for you to come back to the castle.”

“Ah, already? I wanted to spend more time with my flower before going to the party.” He groans, gently placing the half made bouquet down before standing up. I stand up and bow, resulting in Minghao shaking his head. He gently pushes my back up, having me stand up straight. “You know you don’t have to bow to me, my flower.”

I nod and watch as Minghao leaves with the butler, waving and smiling when he leaves. I shake my head and smile, going back to making bouquets. Not even a few minutes later, the prince comes running back into the shop.

“I convinced him to let me spend more time with you.”

“You did?” I quirk an eyebrow and cross my arms.

“I did, using my charm.”

“So how long do you have until he notices you ran away?”

“About a few minutes,” Minghao says and I laugh, shaking my head.

“Naughty, naughty little prince.”

He takes my hands in his hands and smiles. Our eyes meet and I blush from the way he looks at me. Minghao raises my hand and places a kiss on my knuckles.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, my flower,” He whispers before letting go and walking out of the shop. I scoff, a smile growing on my lips.

“What a charmer.”

Bad Girl Good Boy

Originally posted by kihn


minhyuk x reader

fluff

792 words

anon nymph wished – Hi!Can i have a scenario with min? Where his idol gf comes to pick him up from Bad Girl Good Girl cover practice (the recent news) and he finds out that youre close to btob’s minhyuk. He gets jealous when you hug minhyuk and that? Smut or fluff tysm^

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It’s funny because each time I compliment one of my friends they answer sarcastically and when I do it in Spanish they think i’m talking shit like no take my compliment u dorks

A Work of Heart

For Anon~ Sorry about the terribly cheesy title, I couldn’t help myself. I hope this is close to what you were thinking of when you requested, and I apologize for taking forever to write this! If you want a version that’s more fluffy and doesn’t have the awkward scenes I wrote, feel free to rerequest and I’ll rewrite it.

Genre: X Reader, fluff, some slight…mature content? It’s not exactly smut but whatever…

Member(s): Jongin

POV: 3rd Person

Warning(s): Some crappily written kiss scenes, a probably fast-moving plot that makes little to no sense, mentions of nudity, a super crappy Titanic reference that wasn’t really necessary

Summary: Jongin and (y/n) are inseparable. He’s an artist, and she, though unaware, is his beloved muse. But will she become more?

Originally posted by intokai


It all started when Jongin and (y/n) were both 14.

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“Just try it. Please? Bowties are cool!”

“Doctor…” You had to resist the urge to rub the back of your neck. The Doctor looked good in his bowtie, and you had a fantasy or two about that, but it looked rather… constricting. To tie something around your neck like that wasn’t exactly appealing. “I’m not sure…”

“C'mon, just once,” he said, holding up a red tie. Oh, and now he was giving you that look. You couldn’t resist those eyes. How could you? He was adorable. Not that you cared. Because you didn’t, of course. It was just a nice perk.

Right. Keep telling yourself that.

“Alright.” You gave up, as if you thought you ever had a chance to escape this in the first place. “At least my executioner looks nice.”

“Oh, please,” he huffed, swinging the tie around your neck and tucking it under your collar. That was what had started it. That darn dress shirt. You were just trying to look nice for an interview, not explore new fashion avenues. “It won’t kill you.”

“Depends on how tight you tie it.”

“I’m being careful!” the Doctor exclaimed in his own defense, and you realized that he was. You had hardly even noticed him tightening the silk.

“Thanks.”

He chuckled, leaning in to get a closer look. And you did not flinch, not even a little bit, because him being so close to you did not effect you at all. Not. At. All. Obviously.

But apparently, despite not flinching, something gave you away, because the Doctor gave you that wide-eyed look of concern that made your heart melt.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “Your heartbeat just did a funny little… blip.”

“Yeah,” you squeaked out. “Fine. No problem. Keep going.”

“You sure?”

“Sure I’m sure.”

“If you say so. I’m not used to doing this on anybody but myself. This is a bit odd, doing it backwards.”

“Take your time.” Oh, why did that come out of your mouth? You wanted him away from you, quickly. Your own heartbeat was giving you away, and you hadn’t even known he could hear that. What next? Your hormones? Your breathing?

“Mm.”

He got closer. A lot closer. Oh, you were doomed. Very doomed, doomed to the fires of Mt. Doom.

“There.”

“What?”

The Doctor backed away and you barely held in a sigh of relief.

“Done!” he chirped, looking you over. “Oh, very nice! Looks almost as good on you as it does on me. Not that- I mean- you look nice, always do, I just meant-”

“I know,” you assured the Doctor. “Uh… I’ll take a look in the mirr-”

“Wait!”

You froze. Okay, apparently, he wasn’t going to let you leave the room. Darn again.

“Just-” He drew closer. “Just let me fix… this…”

The Doctor leaned in under your chin, much, much closer than before. You forced yourself to breathe evenly and NOT clench your fists. That would give you away in a sec- oh…

His nose. And his chin. And basically the whole side of his face was pressed against your neck. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you instinctively draped yours over his shoulders. Definitely not tying your bowtie.

“Doctor?” You didn’t want to break the sweet moment, but this wasn’t normal. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he sniffed, and if his voice sounded a little choked up, you were going to ignore it, for his sake, just like you were going to ignore the tear streaking down your neck and under your shirt collar. "I’m alright. I’m always alright.“

"I’ve learned that ‘alright’ is Time-Lord-Code for very not alright, Doctor,” you said, trying to say it lightly for his sake. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just…” He trailed off, and you felt a hot huff of air against your skin. “Oh, bugger it. You look really nice in my bowtie.”

“Thanks, but-”

“Mm-mm. Shh. I’ll explain later. Just let me stay here for a bit?”

You wanted an answer. You wanted to know a lot of things, like how long he would let you travel with him, and if he really cared, or if he just wanted the company. You wanted to know if he knew how you felt. If you put some effort in, you could probably draw the answers out of him- you were getting good at doing that with him. But that wasn’t what he needed. And even if it meant that you would only be his friend, or his support, and never the 'more’ that you wanted… you loved him. And that meant giving him the best that you could, even if it hurt.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “Yeah, okay. Just for a while.”

His whole body melted against yours, and you weren’t one bit sorry for saying yes.