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Tasty Tryst (M)

Summary: Selling preserves at the local farmers’ market has its distractions when your vendor booth is placed next to the one belonging to the young strawberry farmer who’s been sweet on you for years.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 9,643

Warning: StrawberryFarmer!Taehyung, foodplay, sexual themes, profanity

Series: Working Man Bangtan

A/N: Just in time for strawberry season.

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Types of Naruto Fanfiction Tropes I Remember Over the Years
  • sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten are on their way to train and they overhear all of their teammates calling them weak so they decide to get permission from tsunade to leave and train then they come back super boss level. sometimes comes back with kids and its obvious to tell who’s the dads but said dads are oblivious af to the fact
  • same as the above but the girls become rogue nin and somehow join the akatsuki and fall in love with whichever akatsuki member is in charge of their training
  • same as the above but this time its just sakura and hinata
  • sasuke and karin come back to konoha and someway, somehow, karin turns the entire village against sakura, including fucking tsunade [save for maybe one person that in all honesty sakura isn’t even close to, ex. shikamaru but according to sakura they’re just like siblings] so sakura decides to runaway and she joins the akatsuki who all love her because she’s been through so much and meanwhile in konoha everyone is shocked and hurt sakura left them and decide they must bring her back at all cost
  • same as the above but everyone still thinks sakura is weak etc and don’t want to save her but tsunade realized the error of her ways and makes everyone find her anyway
  • high school au where sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten are the least popular girls at school who constantly get bullied [maybe temari is included, but usually just those four]. sasuke, naruto, shikamaru, and neji are the most popular dudes in school with a shit ton of crazy fangirls. sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten all decide to stick up to the boys who are also bullies who in turn put all their bullying efforts onto the girls. but guess what, kakashi-sensei who is that teacher who’s always late af to his job/class is doing a group assignment AND GUESS WHO’S CONVENIENTLY PAIRED UP???
  • high school au where sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten are all skater girls with no interest in dudes but new cute guys sasuke, naruto, shikamaru, and neji fall head over heels in love at first sight but the girls are like buzz off.
  • did i mention that in all of these high school aus with sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten for some unexplainable reason they all live in this big house/apartment with each other
  • high school au where sakura is the only one being bullied and is for whatever reason the most hated and bullied girl in the entire school and the most popular [usually ino, sasuke, naruto, etc] decide to devise a plot where either naruto or sasuke trick sakura into falling in love with the respective guy then break her heart but they end up falling in love with her for real. sakura typically comes from a poor/troubled home that makes nards or sauce feel super bad
  • high school au where sakura is the most hated and bullied girl in school but finds solace and friendship by somehow befriending the most notorius kids in school that everyone calls the Akatsuki
  • sakura is the most hated and bullied girl in school but instead of the akatsuki thing, she actually has a nighttime persona and ironically enough that nighttime persona is super popular and loved by her peers and one of those peers, usually sasuke, falls for the persona and attempts to woo her whilst also being captivated by sakura whom he is annoyed by but also kind of is intrigued by
  • sakura isn’t being bullied but doesn’t stand out but she finds a new hobby in dancing or fashion or smth and the ppl who got her into it is the akatsuki
  • sakura is some kind of jinchuuriki like naruto like a ten-tailed wolf or smth and has been hated by the entire village her entire life save for best friend hinata. isn’t a sasuke fangirl but after being placed onto team 7 there is a love triangle. sometimes a love square if sai is thrown in as a first time ever 4 man squad thing is added
  •  sakura is chosen to be apart of an interrogation thing where she’s the medic for this particular person who turns out to be apart of the akatsuki but through their constant meetings and healing sessions, sakura falls in love with the person and they fall for her and share some passionate kiss and sakura typically helps this guy escape
  • tsunade has sakura to do an infiltration mission where she literally has to be arrested for some crime, escape authorities, and become a rogue ninja and join the akatasuki whilst somehow getting info about the akatsuki back to konoha. she typically falls in love with whoever she’s partnered with
  • the akatasuki actually need a medic nin to heal itachi’s eyes, so they decide to kidnap tsunade’s apprentice and force her to heal them and keep her forever. sakura typically either falls in love with itachi or with a diff member.
  • usually these above akatsuki fics have two ways of being handled: the characters are all p in character for what we’ve seen on screen or what is usually done– sakura sees the akatsuki as a bunch of goofballs that are actually nice af and konan is like a mother figure
  • sakura finds a box of cats outside her house and decides to take them in. these cats are usually the akatsuki
  • ‘The Future of Mrs Sakura ____’ au where every sakura ship is explored as this fortune teller person shows sakura her various futures with different guys and girls she could be married too. usually these fics are forever incomplete
  • sasuke is back in the village and is super flirtatious with sakura but sakura isn’t looking for love but finds it with someone else who isn’t sasuke. typically neji and sakura and neji support naruhina by being like chaperones on their dates cuz hiashi said thats the only way naruto and hinata can start courting each other
  • sasuke is back in the village, but this time sakura, hinata, ino, tenten, and typically temari shows up too, are all tired of their love lives/crushes so the girls decide to all date someone else. this is either super good or meh. best one i’ve ever read is Three Months y’all should read it, its 50 chapters long but bawse af
  • sakura goes back in time to prevent obito from dying and to save the future because the war is going shit and they’re side is losing. but sakura somehow falls for minato. she either knows who he is and is trying to get him to hook up with kushina but her arrival to the past fucked shit up so he isn’t into kushina anymore or kushina dumped him. or, sakura doesn’t know who minato is and they have a lot of sexual tension going on. naruto is usually brought up a lot of times and minato has this huge sense of jealousy and dislike of this naruto guy, which is amusing to the reader because we know that naruto is his son
  • another time travel fic but sakura has been chosen by some celestial being to change the past of someone who she subsequently falls in love with. like this fic Lost Year where she was trying to prevent Sasori from joining akatsuki it was p cute actually
  • modern rivalry au where sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten are in a band and sasuke, naruto, shikamaru, and neji are in a band
  • sakura, hinata, ino, or tenten wake up in the future where they are married to naruto usually and they have kids and everyone’s an adult.
  • after some incident between suna and konoha, temari is used as a peace offering for an arranged marriage. usually with either naruto or shikamaru
  • canon divergence where after the failed sasuke retrieval thing went down and kakashi was on his way to taking naruto back to konoha, they stumble upon tayuya who miraculously survived the attack and is taken back to konoha and she falls in love with naruto and vice versa. or maybe shikamaru
  • canon divergence where orochimaru took naruto under his wing by ‘saving’ him from his cruel fellow villagers and raising him in oto. naruto is good friends with the sound ninja 4/5 but he goes back to konoha for a spy mission. either falls for kin, tayuya, hinata, or sakura
  • canon divergence au where sakura’s parents died when she was young and was taken in by the akatsuki because konan’s motherly instincts kicked in and she convinced pein [the orange haired yahiko version b4 nagato’s big reveal] to let them keep her. usually titled smth like the akatsuki’s hime/princess/cherry/etc. she goes back to konoha for an infiltration mission if its planned for her to fall for sasuke, naruto, or neji instead of the usual akatsuki members if they just view her as their cute daughter/niece/sister
  • same as the above but it was hinata instead and the hyuga clan was wiped out by the akatsuki but konan couldn’t bring herself to kill this one baby that was in the arms of a dying woman
  • canon divergence where sakura is taken under orochimaru’s wing as a kid and goes back to konoha
  • sakura catches the attention of tobi who likes her a lot and they sneak around to meet and this way before it was confirmed tobi was obito or madara so there was like a shit ton of speculation
  • canon divergence where naruto was the one who saved karin from… wth was it a bear?? but that was before karin was revealed to be naruto’s cousin so after the reveal a lot of those fics were either deleted or forever incomplete

did i leave anything out? anyone else remember these tropes??

The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

Warning, this chapter contains strong sexual language and is smut.  It contains fingering. 


I had never really felt something so disguised by love. A feeling that betrays my mind and feeds my body, and in return my heart becomes vulnerable. Lust. I had never really felt it once in my life, up until now. But I still don’t understand it. The very feeling of it, the desire that bubbles up in your stomach, clouds your judgment and erases any of your critical thinking skills.

Oh, how he flooded me with this feeling, the dopamine he released within my brain, the endorphin’s that acted out of pure desire for pleasure, one that he could create and expect for me to return. I had always seen it as a sin, but he makes me see it as an addiction.

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Jailbirds

Request from my fave @i-am-the-luna for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#10 - “I’m gonna kill him!”

#58 - “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

Originally posted by hunnamsource

You pace the cage, Jax sitting calmly on the bench, an amused smile on his face as he watches you.

See, today had started out wonderful. So wonderful in fact, that you decided to head to the clubhouse with Jax and see if Gemma needed any help at TM.

Long story short, some bitch had come in to get her car serviced, though you were pretty sure she was just there to drool and flirt with Jax. You’d obviously not taken to that kindly, and when said bitch started to run her mouth, you’d punched her straight in the face.

She called the cops, one of the officers grabbed you a little too roughly for Jax’s liking, which then led to him punching said officer in the face - you and Jax both having the same low tolerance for bullshit - and now the two of you were being held hostage in a fucking cell. Great.

“Well this is a nice change of scenery.” Jax breaks the silence, you stopping your pacing to glare at your cellmate. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, a teasing look on his face.

“Jax, we’re in a prison cell.” you deadpan, holding your arms up around you to gesture to your current surroundings. He smirks at you, rolling his eyes, his hands coming to rest on his thighs as he pushes himself upwards.

“I was being sarcastic.” You raise your eyebrows, his laid back exterior slowly cracking through your stressed one, a smile making its way onto your face. He reaches you, pulling you by the belt loops until you’re right in front of him, your palms resting on his chest.

“I’m sure after the second or third time of being locked up, I’ll be calmer.” you jest, Jax’s arms slipping around your waist and resting on your ass in a protective way. “Just let me freak out for my first time.”

He hums, leaning down to share a gentle kiss, your eyes slipping shut he does so. Once he pulls away, he moves his hands to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “My apologies, babe. I sometimes forget what a good girl you are.”

“Damn, I bet she is.” you jump at the sound of company, Jax moving you aside and going closer to the bars, the police officer from earlier on the other side, a painful bruise forming on his cheekbone.

“What did you say?” Jax spits, his figure tall as he stares down the officer. The man just smirks, his eyes moving to you as they trail up and down your body, your skin crawling as he does so. Creep.

“I bet she’s really good with orders, hm? You know what they say, a lady in the streets is a freak in the sheets.” You scoff in disgust, knowing this man is just trying to push Jax’s buttons, and he’s definitely going to succeed. “Bet she’s real good with her tongue.”

“You better shut the fuck up before I reach through these bars and shove my fist down your throat.” Jax growls, his tone overflowing with venom. You rub your hand up and down his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.

“Bet she’s nice and tight, wet too. That true, sweetheart?” you scoff in disgust, feeling Jax shaking out of anger. He grabs at the bars, the officer flinching as Jax yanks at the metal, anger radiating off him in huge waves.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna slit your goddamn throat, remember that.” The look of terror on the man’s face is hilarious, and you’d laugh if the tensions weren’t so high.

“We alright here, gentleman?” you breathe a sigh of relief when Unser interrupts, a set of keys in his hand. His officer coughs nervously, before scampering out of sight.

After Unser cuts you two loose, the whore intelligently deciding not to press charges and Unser managing to let Jax off with a warning, you wait outside the station for your ride.

“I’m gonna kill him!” Jax yells suddenly, before he takes a drag from his cigarette, the nicotine failing to lower his vexation.

“Hey,” you push off the wall you’re leaning against, moving to stand in front of Jax. “Don’t let him get to you. He just said those things to piss you off.”

He shakes his head in defiance, his lip curling as he replays the confrontation over and over in his mind. There is nothing that gets him angrier than people disrespecting his family, especially you.

“It fucking worked, and once I get my hands on him, he’ll have more than a sore cheek to worry about.” Jax seethes, throwing his cig to the floor. He sits on the wall, pulling you gently to stand in between his legs.

You comb your fingers through his hair, knowing it helps calm him, his eyes slipping shut as you tug softly at his locks. “You’re my girl, (Y/N). I’m always gonna look after you, you know that right?”

You smile warmly at his confession, nodding in confirmation as he looks up at you. “And me, you.”

A/N - I hope you guys liked this! These requests are making it so much easier to write, I like knowing what you guys want to read :) till next time! X

nerd!jimin + unknown territory (pt3) 

Jimin stared at the larvae sitting across from him, warily, it was currently trying to eat spaghetti with a knife. He should probably stop it, but that meant touching the thing and then he would—

“Stop looking at my kid like that.” You roll your eyes before replacing her knife with a fork and watching a happy little grin stretch across her face.

“Like what?” Jimin clears his throat.

“Like you’re having an entire internal monologue listing all the reasons you’ll never have kids.” You mutter, using a napkin to wipe stray sauce from Mina’s face.

“I’m not doing that.” He says and he shrinks when you pin him with a hard stare, “What? I’m not! I did that on the drive over here – now I’m just watching in mild fascination at the eating habits of—”

“Oh my God.”

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” He laughs when you move to get up, he tugs you back down by the wrist and you ignore the butterflies erupting your chest when he takes a second too long to remove his hand, “Will you relax already? You’ve barely spoken to me since we’ve ordered. Tell me about yourself, how have you been how did all of this happen?”

“It’s not exactly exciting.” You sigh, “It’s actually a very long story.”

“Let’s start with the basics then – are you still with her father?” Jimin lowers his voice, sparing Mina a glance.

“He left about as soon as I took the pregnancy test so no.” You laugh bitterly, picking up your own slice of pizza to dig in.

You watch helplessly as Mina nearly swipes her pasta off the table but Jimin is on top of it, grabbing her bowl before it makes its crash landing and sending the little girl a stern look before handing her back her fork. She grins unabashedly.

“Do I know him?” Jimin queries, keeping a careful eye on the brat now that she’s decided to make toys out of the cutlery. He sighs but waves over the waitress, “Do you guys have like one of those coloring sheets for kids or something?”

“Sorry sir.” The waitress sends an apologetic smile before moving to refill everyone’s water. Jimin glares but begrudgingly unlocks his phone before opening one of the few games he has stored.

“She’ll crack your phone.” You say mildly, watching in only half amusement as Jimin glares at your daughter when she keeps pressing buttons.

“I’ll buy a new one.” He snaps before he remembers he supposed to be wooing you.

It was too easy, too easy to fall back into the pattern of your old friendship.

You had begrudgingly agreed to dinner with him, only because in turn he allowed you to pick the restaurant, a quaint little mom and pop pizza parlor not too far from your office that you frequented. It wasn’t anything he was used to, at least not in light of recent events and his acquisition of millions, but it was good. One of those places that hand made their crust, they were popular and bustling with business but still managed to find a seat for you. Jimin took quick notice of the warm, familiar smiles sent your way from the old man working the front of house, going as far to boop the little girl you were toting, on one cherub cheek.

He was scared someone might break into his car in this neighborhood and you could only roll your eyes because this place was a suburban dream compared to where you stayed.

“No you don’t know him.” You say when you find your heart doing weird floppy things at the sight of your daughter and Jimin interacting so causally – it was something you wanted to erase from your memory because it hurt. “He was some guy I met at college, well before I dropped out to take care of Mina.”

“And your parents?” He asks, a frown marring his face at the thought.

“Disowned me when I wouldn’t abort her.” You shrug as though the words didn’t feel like nails clawing their way up your throat – an old wound re-opened but you feigned indifference pretty well now a days. Even you almost believed your lies.

“So who helps you? You don’t get child support or—”

“Jimin.” You say softly, because it’s in your nature to treat him with kid gloves on, even if he is overstepping, “I’ve been doing this for a while now. It’s tough but I manage. I’m fine – we’re fine. Now can we talk about something less, I don’t know, depressing.”

Jimin lets out a long suffering sigh but he relents with a curt nod, you don’t miss the way the muscle in his jaw jumps – and what a chiseled jaw it’s become over time. You nearly lose track staring at it.

“Where do you work at now?” He asks, momentarily distracted by a piece of cheese hanging from his chin. He lets out an expletive before wincing at Mina.

You stifle a grin because it’s so much like the old Jimin you couldn’t help the elation that bubbled over in your chest. Instead you choose to rest your chin in your palm while watching him.

“I sale time shares at a realty office, though I’m sure you already know that since you tracked me down and sent me gifts.” You murmur dryly when he smiles, “It was very Tony Stark of you.”


“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me.” Jimin says honestly, putting a hand over his heart.

“Mmm.” You hum sarcastically, “So how are your parents, living lavish at the hands of their millionaire son I assume?”

“Living lavish.” He scoffs, “You’ve met my parents. My mom barely let me renovate our old house and only did so because I threw a bitch fit that she wouldn’t accept the beachside bungalow I had lined up for them.”

You grin at the thought of a very stern and self sufficient Mrs. Park arguing with her mogul son, because she probably won… but still you making tsking noise anyway.

“Well, in her defense you can be a bit… frivolous with your spending.” You say, nodding towards the bag of gifts seated next to him.

“I work damn hard to be frivolous. You two always did love ganging up on me.” He glared, “You’re so much like her it’s scary.”

“It’s why she loved me.” You tease back. “I’m her favorite child, even Jihyunnie has accepted it.”

Something changes in his face and his expression is softening. You scramble to change the topic because you knew how easy it was to get caught up in the old days, where things were much easier and there was less pressure on you, less weighing on your mind.

“How is he now?” You ask suddenly and Jimin’s features shutter closed – back to the calm, cool and collected Jimin that had picked you up.

“He’s doing good. He’ll graduate in a year.” He says mildly, “He’s still a brat and beating me up on visits.”

“I would hope so. You need someone to keep you grounded, remind you where you came from.” You harrumph.

“They miss you, you know.” Jimin says quietly, suddenly unable to meet your gaze. He’s taken to staring at Mina who was currently taking about a thousand pictures with his front camera. “My mom misses you. You know how she always complained about being the only woman in the house.”

He looks up at you and it’s your turn to look away. Because you had shoved back so many memories that were associated with him, but now sitting here at dinner, reminiscing it was easy to remember the bond you shared with the elder Park. It was something you also couldn’t have back and again, it hurt knowing that.

“I’m sure she’d love to see you again—love to meet Mina too.” He says softly.

“Jimin.” You say curtly and he returns your tone.

“____.”

“I don’t think that's—”

“You think too much is the problem.” He sighs, before signaling the waitress for the check, “Just because you… because we ended on rough terms… I know it’s a lot to ask but, I hope you don’t hold that against my parents. You were great to have around and they miss you. I’ve never gotten so much shit over something in my life—you would think that we were actually dating.”

You averted your gaze for the millionth time that night because it was true. Though there was no official label between the two of you, you were caught in an open limbo between more than friends but not quite dating. Even if Jimin couldn’t admit a lot of things to himself he was forced to acknowledge that things had been almost domestic between the two of you – between the sheer amount of time you spent over at each other’s places, or in his bed, lazing around doing nothing. When his parents would ask for his whereabouts it was always the same—

“____.” He says quietly, before handing his credit card off to the server, “Think about what I said, yeah?”

“I will.” You reply with a stiff smile.

The silence that was once comfortable between the two of you had some how shifted to a stilted, and unwelcome one at the mention of the past. You find yourself fidgeting in your seat at the weight of his words, because despite it all it was something that you desperately wanted as well.

“Tell me more about your job,” Jimin says, returning the topic to a lighter subject, it didn’t take a genius to notice how tense you’d gotten at the mention of seeing his family again.

“I’m sure it’s not as exciting as being a billionaire.” You say off handedly, going to sip at your wine.

Millionaire.” Jimin corrects and you scoff at him, “But being rich isn’t as exciting as you’d expect either.”

“How very modest of you,” you roll your eyes before sucking at your teeth, “I would kill for middle class these days.”

“I could help you get there.” He says lightly with a shrug and your spine straightens, “Not a hand out, a job, ____. I looked into your company the other day—”

“You did what?” You ask, indignantly.

And just like that the switch had been flipped again and you were on your guard.

“Is this really a surprise, you knew I was looking for you, it only makes sense that I would check the companies shares and stocks while I was at it. I know you don’t believe me, but we’re friends and I wanted to make sure that you were doing okay for yourself.”

“No Jimin, we were friends ten years ago.” You correct, ears turning pink at his audacity, “And I know you’re out of practice but friends ask friends how they’re doing, they don’t run a financial background check on them.”

“Hey, I didn’t run a financial background check on you,” he scoffs, “I didn’t even peek at your credit score even though it was right their in front of me.”

You threw your napkin down on the table before narrowing your eyes at him, “You’re a real ass you know that?”

“That may be true but you know as well as I do that you wouldn’t be half as defensive if it weren’t for the fact that the companies going
bankrupt.” He says calmly but his knuckles going white around his grip on the table cloth, “They’re going under and you have—”

“Five maybe six months left there, I’m well aware.” You scowl, “but that doesn’t give you the right to invade my privacy like this. And besides, a job? Let me guess you want me to be your assistant so you can bend me over and —”

You chance a look at Mina, who’s still well engrossed with the apps on Jimin’s phone and let out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re lucky if you have four months there.” He says mildly, “Looking at their financial statements I can tell they barely have enough to pay you minimum wage, so let me guess you’ve been working there for going on six years and you’ve yet to get a pay increase am I right?”

“God, you’re so condescending.” You laugh bitterly.

“Only when I’m right.” He says, “And for the record, you wouldn’t be working for me. If you think I stand chance getting any work done while you’re around you’d be delusional. I have a friend who owns a small law firm, he’s looking for a secretary and you’ve had more than enough experience doing clerical work.”

“Your head must be impossibly thick if I have to say this again but I don’t need your help,” you glare.

“Think about Mina.” He argues.

“I am thinking about Mina,” you say, much louder than you intend. You clear your throat before lowering your voice, “She’s the only thing I think about and you don’t get to bulldoze in ten years later and try to pick up where things left off. We’re not in high school anymore. This is real life, it’s my life.”

“You’re right, we’re not in high school anymore but things sure haven’t changed, have they?” He spat, “You still have to be in control of everything.”

“Of my life? Yes! Of my daughters life? You bet your ass.” You scowl.

“Fine. You’re coming across loud and clear, you don’t need or want my help.” He says, pinching the bridge of his nose, “But at least—”

He stops mid sentence when the shrill ring of your phone pierces through the otherwise comfortably quiet restaurant and you’re shuffling through your purse for your phone. You look up at him before sighing, “It’s work. I have to take this.”

“Hello? Yes, hi Mr. Kim.” You’re already rising to your feet when one chubby hand comes up to clutch your shirt.

“Momma,” Mina calls and it garners both your attention, “It was an accident.”

“Oh no.” You sigh, a frown marring your face as you go to your knees to collect the remainder of spaghetti off the floor, the rest found their way all down the front of her little tank top and you groan, “I’m sorry not you sir, I just—yes I understand the severity of this contract I…. yes sir I'm—”

“Go.” Jimin mouths, before shooing you away with the flick of his wrist. You stare up at him wide eyed, phone still pressed to your ear and an indecisive look marring your face.

Jimin sighs but rises to his feet, lifting you with him and all but pushing you in the direction of the exit before he’s turning to Mina. You send a curt nod of gratitude at him before bustling out and attempting to placate your boss on the phone.

Jimin has never carried a child before. He has especially never carried one covered nearly head to toe in an Italian red sauce delicacy. He had however carried a sack of potatoes and gauging the insufferable little brats weight, she was about the same size. So he applies all the knowledge he’s accumulated in twenty some years of carrying groceries into the house for his mother and keeps the little girl at a giggling arm’s length from his body while he fast walks into the men’s room.

He’s already had her set down on the porcelain countertop before his gaze catches on something in the mirror. A man maybe in his mid twenties is staring at him from the urinal. Jimin’s brows slash down at the inquisitive look before sending him a nod, “What? You’ve never seen a kid before?”

The man is a flurry of movement, zipping up his jeans before sending an apologetic bow at Jimin and shuffling out of the room.

Jimin sighs at the sweet smile Mina’s sending his way, an adorable dimple winking at him, before he rolls his eyes and swipes at her glasses lens where a stray splatter of meat sauce has found its way. He sends her a stern look, “Yah. I bet that smiles gotten you out of a lot of trouble. It won’t work on me.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation as you try and explain to your boss for maybe the millionth time (that night) why the Henderson case you got handed a week ago wasn’t moving as quickly as he’d like it.

For all it was worth your boss wasn’t a bad guy, and the company you worked for didn’t cheat you out of money the way Jimin had made it sound. Now, did you deserve a raise after all the time and hours you had put in? Did you need it? Hell yes. But things weren’t always black and white, in fact your entire life seemed to be sat in one huge area of gray.

The company you worked for was family owned and every person in it was sweet, soft hearted, and genuine and all things considered those were good traits to have—except when you were working in the realty field. It was cut throat and competitive. More than once you had seen your boss caught up with loan sharks, renting out time shares at a discounted price to homeless shelters. And then there was the fact that he was just a tad dimwitted, but your heart had gone soft for the old man that had taken both you and Mina under his wing. So you owed him that. You couldn’t give him much but loyalty anyway.

When you returned to the restaurant with a headache you hadn’t had five minutes ago, you look for Jimin to apologize but your footsteps stutter and your heart drops to your belly when you see the two seats still vacant. You turn to the hostess and nearly fall into hysteria when she tells you they left.

Your phone chimes.

Unknown [7:23:45]: meet us at Fro-zone

“What did I say?” Jimin scowls, “One scoop.”

“But Jiminnie,”

“Your moms gonna kick my ass if I—”

“Jimin.” You call out, hair wind blown from the jog over here and when you meet his gaze he tips his head up at you in acknowledgement.

He was hunched over a whining Mina who had shed her white tank top in place of a pink shirt with a sparkling heart in the middle. He was looking at her sternly and if you weren’t careful you would mistake Mina for one of his business associates with the way he was carefully explaining to her why she couldn’t have more than a handful of sugar before bed—it involved you and him in an oiled up cage match which he would inevitably lose.

You took that as your cue to step in.

“Momma!” She cried gleefully, “Where’d you go?”

“Where did you go?” You retort, poking a finger at her protruding belly and making her jump back with a giggle, “I like your shirt.”

“Jiminnie picked it out!” she grins proudly and Jimin sends a dry look your direction.

“It was either this or the neon pink sweater with seven bows on it and a giant pop up unicorn head—I don’t care how old your kid is, not even she could pull off something so ridiculous.”

“She likes pink.” You shrug but Jimin spots the mirth in your eyes.

“Jiminnie knows a lot of bad words.” Mina tattles and Jimin glares at the little demon. “He owes like ten dollars to the swear jar.”

“The fee’s twenty five scents a swear word just how much did you cuss with my kid?” You cock a brow.

“Is that the only way you’re accepting money?” He retorts with a snarky expression, “Let me stick around after you put Mina to bed and I’ll give you enough material for her college fund.”

You grin but don’t say anything as he leads you to his car.


It isn’t all that much later when he pulls up to your car in the parking garage. A glance back in his rearview tells you that Mina is out cold and you sigh with the thought that she is way too big to be getting carried anymore. You turn in your seat to wake her up but Jimin shakes his head at you before opening his car door and heading to the back.

It’s probably the fact that a man hasn’t carried Mina since she was born that attributes more to the pain in your chest than it is that it’s Jimin. Jimin of all people putting a sturdy hand on the back of your daughters head and tucking her tiny glasses in his hand so she doesn’t hurt her face. He waits for you to unlock the door to your car before setting her down in her car seat and leaving you to buckle her in.

He’s still holding her specs when you turn back to him, fiddling with a small scratch on one of the lenses before handing them back to you.

You can’t quite put a finger on the atmosphere that resonates in the otherwise abandoned parking garage—nonetheless words find their way to your lips that you had no intent of sharing with him.

“I’ll take you up on your offer.” You utter.

“The job?” He brightens at your words and you wince.

“No,” you say quietly. “I… maybe if me and Mina have time we’ll stop by your parents sometime. I’m sure your Mom would love to meet her.”

His expression doesn’t dull at your words, if anything it only gets that much brighter at he mention of his parents and for the briefest of moments your caught up in your old feelings, because this was too much like the old Jimin. The one who wore his heart on his sleeve, and was never sly or cool or charming in a way that wasn’t dorky.

“You really mean that?”

“It couldn’t hurt to rekindle that relationship.” You shrug.

Could it?

a slap on the wrist

based on: when ur a gay and u say “thats gay” and a straight™ comes along and starts to lecture u on how offensive it is and then you hit them with that “im gay” so imagine that situation but with dex and shitty 
because the author of the above said to me “WRITE THE GAY FIC” and i thought that was a wonderful idea.

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Company (m) - 01

➢ parts: one - two || Masterlist

∟for two members of a world where broken promises are mended with spilt blood and contracts of a persons fate are sealed over a drink, from time to time it’s more than alright to mix business and pleasure.

or, sometimes all you want is a bit of company. 

mafia/hitman au
smut, violence, romance
・chapter warnings/graphic content: thigh riding, mentions of violence
word count: 4,421

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Jerome x Reader


“You should try talking to (Y/N), he was obsessed with her, you might get more answers.” One of the dancers pointed you out for Jim who hurried over and stuck his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m Jim Gordon, you’re friends with Jerome?” He asked and shoved his hand in his pocket when you glowered at it.

“No, he’s a nut job, why would I be friends with him?” You sighed, glancing at Lee when she hurried over.

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The next day, Shouyou returned to the temple.

There was no use in staying at the villa—not when Kageyama would be gone, and no one left there to fill the awful hole that seemed to have opened in Shouyou’s heart.

It was different, than all the times they’d said goodbye before it. Different even than the first time, when Shouyou had thought he wouldn’t be returning month after month, to tumble from the carriage doors and run straight to where Kageyama waited, always, for him.

It was worse now, having made up his mind to stay, but having no idea when Kageyama could return to him. So Shouyou came back to the temple, to wait. At least there, he had the people he’d grown up with. He had his duties. He could try, as best he could, to be distracted.

And, as little as it was, he was not wholly without news of his centurion. For Kageyama sent him letters, as often as he was able.

The first letter came in place of the carriage that would have usually arrived to bring Shouyou to the temple. It was delivered by messenger, and Shouyou was so eager to open the wax seal with Kageyama’s insignia that he nearly ripped the paper in two. He snuck away to a secluded corner where he could read undisturbed.

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Professor Kwon: Chapter III

Genre: Teacher AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 3,460

Chapter: 3/?

Pairing: G-Dragon x Reader

Warnings: Once again, there won’t be any until like the 4th chapter ;)) Please hold on until then bbs.

Originally posted by fantastic--babies

“You know Y/N, I must admit you’re improving. It appears my warning has gotten through that dull head of yours”, Mr. Kwon paced back and forth slowly in front of my desk as he spoke.

“With all due respect sir, I do believe my head is not dull and that I am improving at my own will. Not because you told me to do so,” I bit back.

Bang!

Suddenly, Mr. Kwon’s hands slammed down on the surface of the wooden desk. His body lurched forward slightly and his gaze captured my own.

“What? Just because you wrote one decent paper, you think you have the power to question my authority?” he glowered at me and I shivered with a sickening mixture of anger and annoyance. “You will have to do a lot more than whine about your autonomy before I think of you as anything more than a subpar student”.

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Parent Trap

Originally posted by lowmans

Originally posted by mrssadness3

Request: Imagine co-parenting with Happy after you break up from Happys infidelity.

“What do you mean you don’t have your schoolbag?” You demanded as you walked around the dining table, wiping the surface with a cloth as you went.
“I don’t have it mama.” Your daughter answered.
“Where is it?” You asked and turned to your daughter, a spitting image of her father and you laid your hands on your hips.
She shrugged, letting her dark brown curls fall off her shoulders.
“It’s at daddy’s.” She told you as she looked up at you through thick lashes.
You sighed and tossed the cloth towards the kitchen sink and wiped your hands on your jeans.
“How many times have I told you to bring it home, Harley?”
She smiled, almost smugly, and shrugged again.
You rolled your eyes and reached out, ruffling her soft hair before turning her towards the front door.
“Come on, we’ll have to grab it on the way or you’ll be late.”
You grabbed the car keys off the counter and shuffled your daughter towards the door.
You had never been a morning person, and lately you had been fighting to keep your cool as you got Harley ready for school. Especially because she had started to make a habit of leaving things at her dads house every time she stayed there.
She was only six, but she was smart and you couldn’t help but feel she did it on purpose.
Co-parenting had never been part of the plan. God, back then everything had been so perfect.
You were his old lady and he was your old man and he had been so happy when he found out he was going to be a dad. Even the rest of the boys had been in shock by how much Happy Lowman was smiling for almost your whole pregnancy, especially when he found out he was having a little girl.
He was a good father, he had spent all his spare time with her and he had even cut back on his involvement with the club.
But that hadn’t stopped things turning bad.
Harley was four years old when you broke up.
The ‘What happens on a run stays on a run’ rule had gone out the window when that blonde whore had turned up at the clubhouse and your heart had been left broken and shattered on the floor.
He had always been faithful to you, at least so you thought but he had admitted to sleeping with the girl when they had gone on a run the month before.
It hadn’t been an easy decision to walk away but you knew you couldn’t be with a man that couldn’t be faithful to you.
You had loved him, God how you had loved him. Deep down you still did, but your mother had raised you to know you deserved better than to be cheated on and so you had taken your daughter and left.
Of course you still let him see her. You had grown up without a father and you never wanted the same for your daughter.
You hadn’t bothered going through the courts, you knew Happy wouldn’t fight you and you didn’t want him to. He saw Harley every week, she’d stay with him on the weekends and you’d have her on the weeknights while she was at school so her routine wasn’t disturbed.
But Happy still came over at least once a week to have dinner with her and you loved watching the two of them together.
She had his eyes, and his smile and your heart melted every time you looked at the two of them giggling together.
Harley Lowman was definitely the love of Happy Lowmans life.

The lot was empty apart from the row of bikes when you pulled in.
It was still early and you silently prayed that there wouldn’t be crow-eaters scattered over the floor when you walked in.
You parked in your usual spot and jumped out before letting Harley out of the car.
She hopped out happily and practically dragged you to the clubhouse doors.
She was a daddys girl and she could never hide her excitement to see her father.
It used to make you jealous but now you were used to it and honestly you were happy they had such a good relationship.
“Hurry up ma!” She cried and you rolled your eyes and pulled the door open.
She dropped your hand and ran inside, heading straight for the dorms and you followed behind her slowly.
It was always a familiar sight and it always made you nostalgic when you walked into the clubhouse.
You had so many memories here and it would always feel like home to you, but that part of your life was behind you. Thats what you had to keep reminding yourself. You weren’t an old lady, not anymore. You were just the mother of a members child, simple as that.
The place was quiet but you were thankful you didn’t see the remains of another wild SAMCRO party.
As you entered the hallway you saw Harley banging on her fathers dorm room door and you couldn’t help but smirk at the excited grin on her face.
You walked closer and leant on the opposite wall.
After only a moment the door opened and your breath caught in your throat when you saw him.
Happy opened the door in only his boxers, his ripped stomach exposed and he wiped his eyes sleepily.
You gulped as your eyes ran down his toned muscles and his intricate tattoos. You could never deny that Happy was sexy as fuck.
“Daddy!” Harley cried and hugged his legs tightly.
Happy smiled and ruffled her hair before lifting her into his arms.
“Morning baby girl.” He said quietly, his voice husky.
He looked at you and nodded his greeting.
“She left her schoolbag.” You explained.
Happy stepped back and gestured for you to enter the room and you stepped past him.
The room was the same as it always was, everything in its place and the faint smell of leather.
Happy followed you into the room and walked to the desk, Harley still in his arms and he reached down and grabbed her pink school bag off the floor.
“This is becoming a habit.” Happy said to his daughter.
She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into him.
Happy smirked and looked towards you.
“I’ll make sure she brings it home next time.”
“Thanks.” You smiled back. “We should get going.”
“No!” Harley yelled.
Happy raised his eyebrows and pulled back from his daughter so he could look at her.
“You gotta go to school,” He told her sternly.
Harley stuck her bottom lip out and fluttered her eyelashes.
You shook your head but couldn’t help the smirk from forming on your lips. She might be like her father but she definitely got the pouting techniques from you.
Happy put her down and ruffled her hair once more.
“C’mon. Listen to your mom.”
You held out your hand and reluctantly she took it.
Happy handed you the schoolbag and you smiled at him thankfully.
“See you tomorrow for dinner?” You asked.
“Wouldnt miss it.” Happy said.
Harley glared at both of you and tugged on your hand. She always got grumpy when she didnt get her way and you both laughed.
“Say bye to your dad.” You told her.
“Bye daddy.” She said grumpily and Happy waved back, a smile on his face as he watched you both walk out the door.

It was just after lunch and you had almost made it through the stack of paperwork your boss had left on your deck when you heard a knock on your office door.
You looked up and smiled at the receptionist as she poked her head through the door.
“Theres someone here to see you,” Lara told you.
“Send them in.” You said with a smile and took a sip of coffee.
The door opened wider and you almost spat the coffee back into the cup when Happy walked into the office.
He closed the door behind him and looked at you, an amused look on his face.
What are you doing here, Hap?!” You asked and stood.
“You weren’t answering your phone.” He said with a shrug.
“My battery died.” You told him and smoothed down the pencil skirt you were wearing and you stepped out from behind the desk. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“We gotta go to school.” He said casually and leant against the wall. A toothpick sat between his lips and he twirled it across them as he looked at you.
“Is Harley okay?” You asked as concern filled you.
“She got in a fight.” Happy told you and you could almost detect the pride in his voice.
What?!” You practically yelled.
She was six years old! What on earth could she be fighting over?!
You stepped behind your desk and grabbed your handbag and slung it over your shoulder hastily.
Happy watched you as you rushed around grabbing your things and although his face was blank his dark eyes were filled with amusement.
“Lets go!” You said and rushed towards the door.
Happy stood straight and followed you, strolling casually through your workplace while you practically ran.
“You wanna ride?” Happy called to you as you pushed through the doors to the car park.
You turned back to him, one eye brow raised.
“In this skirt? No way.” You rummaged in your handbag for your keys and Happy smirked as he walked to his bike.
Finally you reached your car and you quickly started it and wound down the window.
The roar of Happys bike filled the quiet street and for a moment you wished you had taken him up on his offer. You missed riding on the back of his bike, the wind blowing through your hair as you clung to him.
But that life was behind you now, you reminded yourself. Plus, it probably wasn’t a good look to turn up to your daughters school on the back of a bike.
Happy pulled into the street and you followed him, driving quickly to the school.

“You gonna tell me what that was all about?”
Harley ignored you and walked into her room, dragging her school bag behind her as she went.
You sighed and leant against the wall.
She had been sulking all afternoon, and she hadn’t said a word in the car on the way home.
The principal had told you and Happy that Harley had gotten into a fight with a girl in her class, and she had started it but neither of you were sure why.
She wasn’t hurt, neither of the girls involved were but you couldn’t help but be concerned.
Your daughter had never acted violent before and you couldn’t imagine what could cause her to react like this.
The familiar roar of a bike echoed through your street and you opened the front door, waiting for him to pull in.
You watched as he pulled into your drive, cut the engine and swung his leg over his bike before walking towards you.
“She say anything yet?” He asked you.
You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest.
Happy neared you and he reached out to squeeze your shoulder.
“Mind if I try?”
“Go for it.” You said and stepped aside so he could enter your house.
He walked softly across the carpet and headed straight for Harleys room.
You followed slowly but you didn’t enter. Instead you leant against the wall, deciding to let him speak to her alone.
Inside, Happy knelt next to the bed where his daughter was curled up and he stroked her hair gently.
“What happened?” He asked softly.
Harley sat up and grabbed her favourite soft toy and squeezed it to her chest, but she still didn’t say anything.
Happy continued to stroke her hair slowly.
“You wont be in trouble, but you need to tell us what happened.”
Harley turned to her father, her dark eyes filling with tears.
“She said we weren’t a real family.” Harley said. Her voice was quiet but you could still hear her and you bit your lip.
“She said we would never be a real family because you and mommy don’t love each other.”
Outside the room your heart broke as you heard the sadness in your daughters voice and you couldn’t help but feel tears fill your own eyes.
Happy wiped the tears from Harleys cheek before he spoke.
“Thats not true, baby girl.” Happy told her. “We will always be a family.”
“I love you, Harley and I love your mommy. I always will.”
Harley looked at her father.
“Do you promise?” She asked.
“I promise.” He told her and kissed her forehead.
Harley smiled and lay down on her pillows. It had been a big day for her and she was exhausted.
Happy sat with her, stroking her hair til she fell asleep before he stood quietly and left the room.
He closed the door quietly behind him and he stood in the hallway, opposite you.
“You hear all that?” He asked you quietly.
You nodded and met his gaze.
“(Y/n)..” Happy said, “Do you love me?”
You scoffed.
“Of course I love you, Hap. That was never the problem.”
His jaw clenched and he stepped closer to you.
You stared into his eyes, the same familiar darkness you had looked into so many times before and your heart began to beat faster as his hands reached towards you.
His fingers gently grabbed the fabric of your shirt and he lifted it up to show his crow you had had tattooed on your hip so many years ago.
His finger traced over the design and you gulped.
“Ive done a lot of things in my life, (y/n). A lot of bad things. But theres only one thing i regret.” His words echoed through you and you couldn’t help but place your hands on his chest, clutching at his leather.
“I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you. But I want you, (y/n). I want you back.”
You couldn’t deny the way you felt about Happy. You had always loved him and as he stood before you, vulnerable and close enough to kiss that desire took over you.
His jaw clenched again and just like that you lost it.
You crashed your lips against his and his arms wrapped around your waist, holding him to you tightly.
A moan left your lips as he ran his tongue along your lower lips and you pulled him closer to you.
“Are you sure?” He asked you between kisses and you smiled against his lips.
You pulled back from him and grabbed his hand, dragging him as you walked backwards towards your bedroom.
“Im sure, daddy.”

Beautiful In White (M)

Originally posted by cuteguk

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Adorned in an exquisite ivory A-line dress, you’re the most beautiful Jungkook has ever seen you. After all, it is your wedding day.

Word Count: 7,182

Genre: Angst (?), smut

A/N: I originally planned this to be just angst but then my thirsty ass ended up incorporating some smut into this. Everything in italics are flashbacks.


Beautiful.

The only word that could come close to describing your mere presence as he watches you weave your way through the round tables. You’re being pulled into an awkward hug every second by guests as they try to figure out how to overcome the barrier that is your dress without ruining your hair and makeup. He watches as you converse animatedly with the guests, some of whom he does and does not recognize.

You tuck the strands of hair that frame your face behind your ear, only to have them fall back to where they were just seconds ago, but he gets a brief view of your face. Your cheeks are stained with a light pink tint, your lashes expertly curled in a way that showcased the eyes Jungkook fell in love with, face properly contoured – a term which Jungkook unwillingly learned after having to watch too-many-to-count make up tutorials with you – and your lips, smothered in god knows how many different brands of lipsticks. The end result of four hours of makeup was nothing short of perfection. Jungkook mentally curses the stupid rules and superstitions that forbid him from seeing the bride before the wedding day.

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind)

Summary: You’re nineteen when you get your first recurring acting role in season twelve of Supernatural. There’s an instant attraction between you and Jared, despite the age difference, but he won’t act on it because of Genevieve. When you meet Gen, she gives you the permission to act on your desires.

Words: 5.8k

Married!Jared x Reader

Warnings: smut (like 2.4k of this is porn), consensual infidelity, age difference, lust, teasing, the whole shebang

A/N: this is one of my fics for @loveitsallineed​‘s 1k celebration playlist challenge, this song was Cola by Lana Del Rey. It’s also a lil birthday gift for the beautiful @oriona75​. And finally, it’s part three of my Birthday Smutathon for @laurivcr​‘s birthday! You can find the masterpost here

Your name: submit What is this?

The casting directors at Supernatural only had one reservation when it came to casting you, that being you were only nineteen at the time of your audition. You and your agent worked together to assure them you were ready and serious about the role, and five months later you’d really proved yourself on set.

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Warmth

Imagine: Being the little sister of Daenerys and meeting Jon Snow.

Originally posted by greensarrow

Your sister, Dany, had been rather firm with you earlier. It left you rather grumpy. You had wanted to be there when she met with this Jon Snow who was the supposed King of the North. Everyone else would be there expect you. You were asked (ordered) to stay in your chambers until Dany said so.

After the meeting, your sister was in a particularly foul mood so you made very sure to steer clear of her. For the next few days, you wandered around what used to be your family’s home and studied in the library. You wanted to brush up on the history of Westeros. In those days you simply forgot about this King and were content to lounge in the company of books.

“So, this is where you have been hiding.” Dany mused seeming to be in a better mood.

Despite the loss of the Greyjoy ships and losing the Dorne as allies, she seemed to be in better spirits. You glanced up from the book you were reading and smiled at your older sister, “I wouldn’t call it hiding.” You answered marking the page you were on and setting the book down, “What brings you down here?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“It has been brought to my attention that Jon Snow thinks I’m hiding you from them and they’re rather suspicious as too why. Tyrion thinks it’s a mistrusting statement towards them by keeping you away from their prying eyes.” You were Daenerys’s most precious item in this world—next to her children. After the death of Viserys and Drogo…Dany only had you left and she vowed that nothing would ever harm you.

Everything she was doing was for you—so that you wouldn’t have to worry about food, shelter, or love. Dany was determined to make a better world for you.

You absorb the information she’s telling you, “And what do you think?”

Dany frowned, “While I can why it seems rather odd that I’m keeping you out of sight…I understand why they’re suddenly antsy. I don’t like…but I want to invite them to a meal…and I want you there.” Dany murmurs coming to sit next to you. 

You don’t say anything and ponder. Your stomach felt anxious, why was that? You blink a few times before looking up at your older sister. She’s staring at the collection of books you have accumulated on the table with interest, “Brushing up on your history?” She smiles. She always adored how you were naturally curious about everything. She never had a care for such studies but she was glad that at least you did because it could become very handy in this war.

You nod with a grin, “Yeah, I figured I should learn about Westeros and its houses and lands. I think it’s important that one of us knows the layout of the land. I’ve wanted to study the table in the strategy room but I do not want to disturb you.”  You sheepishly say.

Dany shakes her head, “You are more then welcome to be in there, Y/N. You’re a Princess, don’t forget that.” She informs you with pride.

You snort, “I don’t like the sound of my title.”

Dany is not surprised and she’s quite amused, “And why is that?”

You giggle, “It’s not as great as your title.”

Dany laughs, “My title is boring and long.” It’s the first time in a long time that she has laughed. Your sister didn’t smile or laugh as often…you didn’t blame her. Your sister…has lost her loved ones and gone through terrible ordeals. She was a Queen and was expected to act as such.

The work of a Queen was rather tedious—in your opinion.

“I love you.” You tell her softly because you don’t say it often. You remind yourself everyday that she is only doing this because of you. Everything she has gone through was because she wanted to make a better life for you.

Dany looks at you with clear surprise before her regal safe softens greatly—a rare sight only you are allowed to see. She caresses your cheek and murmurs delicately, “I love you too.” Her voice wavers just the slightest bit.

**

Dinner is an awkward affair. Two days later, you are seated next to your sister. Tyrion is on your sister’s left and you her right. Missandei is next to you as well. Dragonstone is rather chilly but you don’t bother to wear much because your body temperature ran higher due to the dragon blood in you. You don’t dress as any normal…princess? Ugh, how you hated that word.

You were wearing breeches and a tight fitting loose white top. Your hair is spun in perfect curls and touching the floor—Dany always loved how long your hair was. Your hair, for some odd reason, grew quite fast. There some delicate braids that adorned your hair as you stared boredly out the windows over-looking the sea.

“I want to cut my hair.”

Dany glares at your poor joke.

You smirk.

You only say it because it annoys your sister a lot for some reason. Tyrion snickers, “Yes, you tell us everyday.” He says as he drinks his wine.

The food is about to be served when the guests arrive. It is only two of them—you expected more of them. One of them is an older man and the younger man could only be Jon Snow. Dany stands proudly, “Welcome.” You take note of your sister’s lack of title acknowledgement and try not to smile.

Jon bows his head curtly as the man bows with a bit more respect. “Thank you for inviting us.” His voice is gruff and deep—as if he’s inhaled too much smoke and there’s a curious accent to his voice. His black curls adorned his sharp and brooding face. His dark dusty eyes are almost mesmerizing and you could tell there is a story to be told behind the lingering sadness you see in them. There is a scar over his left eye and he is rather pale.

He’s handsome…that much you can say. You’ve never seen such a foreign man before. He’s caught your interest almost instantly. You could feel a slight blush touch your rosy cheeks as his dark eyes land on you. You don’t compose your emotions—you don’t like masking them. You let him see your open curiosity without shame.

“I invited you here because I wanted to formally introduce my sister,” Dany says in her strong but soft voice, “This is Princess Y/N.”

You scowl at your sister, “Really?” You try not to groan, “Princess?”

She tries not to smile at your whining, “It is your title whether you like it or not.” She sits down as Tyrion chuckles at you and Missandei tries to muffle her giggle. 

You sighed, “It’s such a boring title…not at all fear-inducing. It doesn’t even capture my personality.” Jon hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You are aware—very aware—of his blatant staring and it leaves this squirming sensation in the pit of your stomach.

“And what personality is that?” Tyrion questions with a laugh.

Dany couldn’t help but to smile—Jon notices and is taken back.

You glare at the Imp, “Are those fighting words?” You demand hotly and even narrow your eyes playfully.

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t dare go against you.” Tyrion defends with a shake of his head.

You turn to address Jon and his advisor, “It’s nice to finally meet you, King Snow?” You tilt your head to the side in a curious manner, “Is that his proper title?”

His advisor kindly corrects you, “We haven’t figured it out yet.” His accent is also different from Jon’s and thicker. “I can see why Queen Daenerys kept you hidden away,” He smiled at you in a kind way, “You are a very beautiful dragon.” His flattery is amusing and makes you giggle.

Tyrion rolls his eyes.

Dany is amused but keeps it concealed.

Dinner is interesting. You aren’t afraid of asking Ser Davos questions about Westeros and about the North. Both Jon and Ser Davos were wary of telling you about the North but after seeing the naturally curious look on your face….they didn’t give much resistance. Jon is doing his best not to stare because he is well-aware of the stares coming from Dany. You don’t mind…you like his attention.

It is hard to keep your eyes away from him…he’s so nice to stare at.

After dinner, you and Dany are walking together. You are both headed to your respected chambers. Dany is quiet and you are too lost in your smitten thoughts to care. “He seems attracted to you.” Dany looks sour about this.

You look at her, “What?” You try your best not to blush.”

Dany wasn’t sure why she was so upset with the thought of some man taking a fancy to you…it wouldn’t be the first time. She didn’t like any man who drooled over you. You were something very precious to her and she refused to share you with anyone. She was a mother dragon fiercely protective of her children.

“Jon Snow,” She says looking at you for a reaction, “He couldn’t take his eyes off of you.”

You give her an innocent look, “Really? I didn’t notice…” You say with a shrug as you come to the door of your chambers, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, sister.” You say with a sleepy smile, “I’m going to see if Viserion will let me ride him tomorrow.”

Dany perks up, “You haven’t been with him for a few days…He seems rather antsy.” She advises you.

“I know,” You sigh feeling guilty, “I’ve been so busy with reading that I forgot to go give him some attention.” You frown. Dany bids you goodnight and you retreat into your chambers with a goofy smile as you think about Jon Snow King of the North.

**

The next day, you are on the beach. It’s early in the morning and you are basking in the lazy sunlight. The soothing sounds of water crashing onto the shores are enticing. You are tempted to swim in the water but you knew very well that water is freezing. You are still tempted but your sister would be furious if she found out you were swimming in that water.

Even more furious if you turned up sick.

You hear the sound of wings and then a growl from above. You look up and see Viserion. You beam at the sight of him and he lands beside you. The ground shakes beneath your feet as the massive beast draws his face near to yours. You ran your hand over his scales appreciatively and admire his beauty. He growls lowly as he stares at you.

Above his brothers fly high in the air; roaring and screeching at one another.

You feel very well protected with your favored dragon by your side and his brothers’ watching from above. You even feel warmer due to his large, warm body near yours. The dragon follows you as you walk down the shoreline looking for sea-shells or anything shiny that strikes your eye. Viserion is content to follow for awhile before he takes off into the air when his brothers begin to get rowdy with hunger.

It’s time for them to hunt.

You watch them disappear into the thick clouds and return to your walk. You don’t take very long to decide to go back into the castle. It’s getting to the point where the cold is beginning to numb your warm body. You should’ve brought a warm cloak. You sigh with defeat at the cold and begin to make way to the castle.

It is then that you notice Jon Snow, Ser Davos, and some Northern men heading towards a cave further down the shore. You watch with interest and wonder where they are going. Your eyes linger on Jon who looks devilish in his normal Kingly attire. As if Jon could sense your stare he turns and looks into your direction. You start to panic because you weren’t sure what to do now that he caught you staring at him.

You look away and briskly walk towards the castle with red cheeks.

“Princess Y/N,” Jon calls you by your stupid title.

Your body freezes and you curse yourself. You certainly can’t ignore him…he isn’t very far. It would be rude…you turn around and see him making way towards you. “King Snow.” You greet trying not to sound awkward. “You don’t need to call me Princess.” You informed with a small smile.

He walks up to you and smiles the slightest, “And you don’t have to call me King Snow.” There is humor in his voice.

Your smile grows with amusement, “What brings you on shore?” You ask curiously.

He grows a bit tense, “Your sister gave me permission to mine Dragon-glass.” He says a bit tersely.

You stare unfamiliar with this Dragon-glass and why Jon was mining it. You want to ask but something told you not to. “I was just walking down the shore with Viserion.” You say to change the topic.

Jon looks surprised, “Is that one yours?”

You shake your head, “No, he isn’t mine though my sister likes to think so. He’s just more affectionate towards me then the other two. My sister calls me his dragon-rider.”

“You ride him as well?” Jon blurts out.

You stare at him with amusement, “Yes, whenever he feels like giving me a ride.” 

He gets a faint hue of red on his pale cheeks, “Sorry, I was just so surprised. I didn’t think anyone besides Daenerys could get near them.” He says lightly.

You chuckle, “You are partly correct.”

“Obviously.” Jon smiles at you.

Your heart is about to burst with warmth. This Jon Snow was making you feel very high on emotions. You shiver and look over your shoulder when you see your sister with Missandei ascending down with some Dothraki.

You feel something warm drape over your shoulders and you look down at see a cloak hanging on you. You look up at Jon with surprise and red cheeks when you realize what he did. He’s blushing too. “You can’t be reckless, Y/N, you’ll get sick if you stay out here too long without proper clothing.” He says thickly avoiding eye contact.

You cover yourself more with his warm cloak and try not to look so obvious when you inhale the smell of his clothing. It smells…earthy and of soft moss. Something else is there but you can’t place it…but it smells cozy to you. “Thank you, Jon.” You murmur looking up at him with a brilliant smile.

He’s visibly stunned.

“Well, it is nice to see where you were.” Your sister spoke from behind you.

You look over your shoulder and grin at her, “Nothing like a nice stroll on the beach.”

“And without proper clothing.” Missandei adds with a frown.

Your smile faltered, “I didn’t think it would get so cold so fast.” You defended yourself.

“Lucky for you that Lord Snow was here to offer your some warmth.” Daenerys isn’t sure how she feels with this bond between her baby sister and the Lord Snow. The look on your face is one she has never seen…and Lord Snow looks quite smitten with you.

She wants to disapprove but knew that if you were to fall for Snow…she could do nothing because you deserved the love that she once had with Drogo. And if Lord Snow would return these affections then Dany would fight like any Mother of Dragons would to make sure her babies were happy.

Originally posted by fykitharingtonn

 possibly a part two becuz this was so cute to me.

part two!

part three!

part four!

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Kang Daniel ; “I brought you an umbrella.” + Soulmate!AU

Prompts here.
Masterlists

Originally posted by kangcenters

  • so, in this universe you have the first words you hear from your soulmate written on your wrist
  • but the universe hated you and gave you such a vague sentence
  • “thank you”
  • you grew to detest the words because it had lead to you being in many awkward situations
  • one time in middle school you thought you met your soulmate and asked the person out
  • you got rejected in front of everyone basically and he turned out to be your best friend’s soulmate
  • y i k e s
  • anyway
  • now you’re in college majoring in what you had been passionate in for the past few years
  • still soulmate-less
  • to be honest you didn’t have much hope in finding your soulmate
  • you didn’t really search for the person either

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Roommates: Part One

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Summary: Reader is a ghost that lives in Tom Holland apartment and Tom doesn’t believe in ghosts. Or does he? Let’s play with a Ouija board like all stupid 21 year olds do and find out. 

Warning: Rape mentions, swearing, death, spooky shit, dont play with ouija boards (especially while drunk)

Words: 2k

Special thank you to @axolotlnerd for betareading this for me. <3

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Renjun as a boyfriend

Originally posted by nakamotens

Renjun as a boyfriend ♡

  • Exhilarating
  • A relationship with Renjun is one filled with thrills and excitement
  • He’s someone who cant sit still, and is constantly itching to try something new
  • He’s a pioneer in whatever he does 
  • With an acute quality of bravery, he is someone who is not afraid of the unknown
  • Whether it’s scuba diving to the Great Barrier Reef or falling in love
  • He’s active and energetic
  • A natural athlete
  • He finds great joy in sports, and even more joy when you play them with him
  • He’ll want to play basketball, soccer, ultimate frisbee, etc
  • And if you weren’t doing well, he’d purposely let you score
  • Just to keep your spirits up
  • He’s straightforward and uncomplicated
  • He’s not one to hide his feelings or opinions, for he is an avid believer of “honesty is the best policy”
  • He doesn’t lie to you about where he is or what he’s doing because he knows lies tend to catch up with you and basically ruin everything
  • Renjun will support your goals, no matter how crazy they are
  • You may have some very strange and specific goals that you want to accomplish in your life
  • But Renjun will be there supporting you and actually helping you achieve them 
  • No matter how crazy your goals are, he wants to see you reach them
  • He will give you honest and sound advice
  • When you ask for his input, he’ll really care and  take the time to give you some genuine feedback
  • This shows just how much he respects and loves you
  • And he’ll be just as willing to ask for your advice 
  • He trusts your opinion and he’s confident in your love for him
  • He knows that when he loses his way you’ll be there to guide him back on track
  • And you know that he’ll do the same for you
  • He’ll listen!
  • Yes, he will talk and occasionally interrupt out of excitement
  • But he is an inquisitive person who wants to hear what you have to say
  •  Actually, you’ll come to find that he is very good at starting discussions and keeping the conversation alive
  • Renjun radiates strength 
  • He’ll want to make sure you’re physically safe, so he might become concerned if you make risky decisions or put yourself in what he perceives to be a danger
  • He’ll look out for you, and will always support you if someone is getting in your face
  • He’ll defend your name when you’re not there because he cares about your reputation as well as your physical safety
  • He has a way of making you feel safe and secure
  • Even in the absence of experience,he seems to just know what to do
  • It’s very difficult to shock or scare him away
  • You’ll feel taken care of 
  • He’ll go out of his way to make sure that all your needs are met 
  • He will protect you, make you happy, and provide for you in any way that he can 
  • He cares about your health
  • Renjun will make sure you’re eating enough food, he’ll give you massages when you’re sore, he nags you to drink more water, and he wont hesitate to to offer you some “tlc” when you are feeling under the weather
  • He wants to make sure you’re healthy so you can have the best possible life in the future
  • He likes to make you smile
  • Even if it means making a fool of himself, he’ll do it
  • He’ll make jokes, silly faces, and he’ll even act like a fool in public just to see you smile
  • There is a twinkle in his eyes, and he’s never short on humor
  • He has such a positive outlook on life, and he can find humor in even the most discouraging situations
  • He’s very skilled at keeping the relationship positive and the morale high
  • Renjun is always excited to see you
  • If you leave him alone for 10 minutes he’ll greet you as if you left him for 10 years
  • “Baby I’m so glad you came back. That was the longest 5 minutes of my life.”
  • Whenever you guys reunite, he’ll approach you with a hug, a kiss, and even some cuddles 
  • This just goes to show how much he values you in his life
  • He’ll take the time to do the little things
  • It can be as simple as surprising you with hot chocolate on a cold day or putting air into the tires of your bike
  • These acts aren’t major but they make a huge difference in your happiness
  • And they show that you’re always on his mind
  • Renjun will make sacrifices for you
  • They don’t have to be dramatic, storybook-type sacrifices, like giving up his job or leaving his home 
  • It could just be letting you choose what movie to watch or eating where you want on date nights
  • The bottom line is that he’ll give up some of his happiness for you just as you would do for him
  • He will try to make your life easier 
  • Even if it’s not exactly convenient for him
  • He’ll shovel the snow in your drive way or even come walk your dog when you’re feeling too ill to do it
  • He’d totally go out of his way to make your life easier and better
  • And he wouldn’t do things that are inconvenient for just anyone
  • He does it for you because he loves you
  • PREVIEW OF THE RELATIONSHIP
  • A cute relationship
  • You two still play tag and hide & seek
  • When all the kids leave, you guys go to the local playground and relive your childhoods together
  • The night always ends with you two sitting on the swings, and sharing your innermost secrets
  • You guys frequent amusement parks and carnivals
  • Nothing brings a couple closer than screaming their lungs out on a scary roller coaster 
  • Or at least that’s what Renjun thinks…
  • He’s the type to win arcade games, and let you pick the prize
  • Grabbing something to eat after school is a routine for you guys
  • He’ll want to talk about his day and listen to you describe your’s as well
  • He’ll help you with your homework
  • Dreams about taking you to China to see his hometown
  • Introduced you to his parents a week after dating you
  • He was so proud of having you that he couldn’t wait
  • He’s lowkey responsible 
  • You never see him study or do homework, but somehow he has good grades
  • And he’s highkey childish
  • Because he’ll never explain how he manages to be such a good student
  • Going on crazy adventures together
  • “We should sneak into that abandoned factory tonight.”
  • Though, you’ll have to tell him when he goes to far 
  • “Renjun…we’re not doing that”
  • Random Texts throughout the day
  • “I ate so much watermelon today, I think I’m turning into one. If I turned into a watermelon would you still love me?”
  • He’s impatient
  • “You’ve been getting ready for hoursss.”
  • “Its been 5 minutes Renjun.”
  • He’ll be the first one to talk to you in the morning and the last one to talk to you at night
  • Always steals your food; even when he has his own
  • Gets jealous sometimes
  • “Pay less attention to him and more attention to me please”
  • Late night talks about your dreams and goals
  • He’ll be interested in things like whether or not you plan on going to college or what career you’re interested in 
  • Short-tempered, but he wont stay mad at you for long
  • “BABE did you eat my ice cream?!!?” >:\
  • “Yeah, im sorry…”
  • “It’s okay, I love you.” ^.^
  • KISSING STYLE
  • Renjun’s kisses are as wild, passionate, and adventurous as he is  
  • His kisses are always sudden and unexpected
  • He likes to be in control
  • He’ll surprise attack you with his kisses and grab you and kiss you passionately
  • The kiss will be energetic and filled with love
  • Renjun will leave your lips sore and your heart racing
  • He’s someone who projects his emotions through his kiss
  • On a normal day he’ll kiss you with enthusiasm and desire
  • But when you two have more sentimental moments, his kiss would become more tender and heartfelt
  • He likes to be compliment on his kissing style
  • So afterwards he might ask if you liked it
  • And if you’re too flustered to answer, he’ll know that he did his job right
  • POSSIBLE CONFLICTS
  • While he’s generally calm and easygoing, Renjun can have a powerful temper when he’s overly provoked
  • He wont resort to violent words or actions
  • But he will most likely storm out of the room and isolate himself for a while
  • As he gets older he’ll find more mature and productive ways to handle his anger
  • His bluntness can sometimes be considered offensive depending on the audience
  • You handle his honesty well, but it’s not guaranteed that everyone will be as understanding as you
  • You might have to remind him to be more self aware and considerate of others’ feelings
  • Renjun is a man of his word
  • If he claims something then he’ll prove it
  • He wont just say that he’s in love
  • He’ll put in effort every single day to prove it to you
  • He’s someone who is genuinely interested in your welfare and happiness
  • Texting you and wanting to be alone with you benefits you both
  • But Renjun is willing to put his own needs aside for you
  • He’ll encourage you to chase your dreams, even if it takes you away from him
  • He’ll support whatever will give you the best quality of life
  • And he improves himself to try and be good enough for you
  • When Renjun got together with you, he turned off the selfish switch and began to heavily pour on the giving
  • And this boy would not do this for just anyone


Other Members ♡ :

Johnny

Taeyong

Yuta

Doyoung

Ten

Jaehyun

Winwin

Mark

Haechan

before it gets better the darkness gets bigger

NEW SHANCE FIC. FUCKING FINALLY lol. Sorry for the long wait, my final uni exams got in the way.
This fic is inspired by this beautiful art by @jaspurrlock .

this fic has a warning for non-con in chapters to come. it will be a dark one. warnings will be in the tags of every post as they may contain spoilers.

SUMMARY:  When Lance gets an invitation to the royal palace and the chance to reconnect with a lost love, he does not realise what he is getting himself into.

CHAPTER 01 - read on ao3 (a short one to kick it off as there is an intense longer chapter to follow soon)



When Lance steps through the large, fancy doors into the royal palace, he isn’t entirely sure what he is supposed to expect.

Under different circumstances, this would have be an honour.

Lance’s family, while they are nobility, aren’t high enough in standing to ever have been invited to official functions before.
And Shiro - No. The prince, Lance reminds himself internally. They’ve never reached a level of friendship that might have opened these doors to Lance or his parents.  

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Big Mistake

Based off of this prompt from phanfic:

Summary: Phil gets Viagra for his birthday as a joke but accidentally takes it as vitamins.

Genre: major smut, little fluff

Warnings: swearing, blow jobs, daddy!kink, dirty talk, rimming (only a little), size!kink, toys, dom!dan in a way

A/N: I can not believe I just wrote this.

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In the Bones: Part Two

Title: In the Bones

Rated: M (for violence and later chapters)

Words: 7K

Summary:  Natsu and Lucy are from warring clans, each acting as a powerful warrior for their people. Natsu’s clan consists of skilled blacksmiths, crafting weapons from the earth and enchanting them with lost elemental magic. Lucy’s people are Spiritwalkers, powerful seers who can make contracts with ancient spirits from the bones they leave behind. (enemies to lovers AU)

AN: New AU for @constellunaa‘s birthday! Happy birthday Shana! Have a lovely day <3 This one is based on her warring clans AUwhich is AMAZING.

*also on FF, so please be sure to drop a review there and follow the story if you want to!

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Natsu turns back to the forge, heat sweltering as he continues to melt down iron for another weapon, a request from Erza for something special. Sneering, he turns away from the fire, eyes rolling. Erza is good for their business, but he can’t imagine where she keeps all her weapons or even begin to fathom why she needs so many. Natsu’s first blade stayed with him for nearly a decade until he was forced to leave it behind at the lake, the weapon dull and chipped with age.

The weapons are ceremonial to his family, the Dragneel line older than most in the Dragonborne clan. In some stories they even founded the clan, learning their magic from the dragons themselves, their family a long line of fire users. Other legends state that a descendant of the Dreyar family stole lightning from the Gods to defeat a great evil. All are just stories, but the Dragneel line has always taken great pride in their name.

Each of them are gifted a weapon on their tenth birthday and taught how to enchant the metal themselves. Igneel still has his first weapon after thirty odd years, a small dagger with a pearl embedded in the hilt. He takes it with him everywhere, even if he no longer uses it. Even Mikhail, Gajeel’s father, still keeps his very first battle axe, though he chose to take his wife’s name.

It’s odd to him, how Erza seems to discard her weapons when they dull.

Erza’s a fierce warrior, even if she can’t control elemental magic herself, he won’t deny that, but she builds no trust in her weapons with how many she has. Learning to use a blade isn’t the same as having faith that it will protect you. In the same way he doesn’t trust weapons not made by his hands, he doesn’t trust a blade he isn’t familiar with, even if the design is similar.

He wouldn’t dare tell her that, however. Erza’s temper is an awful thing. Perhaps when he was younger he would antagonize her, but he’s learned better over the years. He could only suffer so many hits from the older girl before realizing he’d had enough.

Of course, that doesn’t stop him from running his mouth around her at times.

He settles into the old, wooden chair he keeps in the forge for slow days. Unlike Gajeel, he’s nearly finished his orders for the week, spending nearly every waking hour in the forge since his encounter with Lucy and the Skinwalker. The fire is the only thing that keeps the image of it from his mind, the rotten flesh and inhuman muzzle of the creature burned into his thoughts. It haunts his thoughts and dreams, stealing into his sleep and waking him in the dead of night.

He never would have believed Lucy if he hadn’t seen it for himself, and he doubts anyone else would believe what he saw. Gajeel would mock him for his stories and Igneel would think him sick, not that Natsu would blame either of them. He hardly believes himself at times.

The only good to come from the images plaguing him has been his work ethic.

Natsu rolls Lucy’s pendant between his fingers, the bone smooth against his calloused fingertips, a calming presence at his side. A distraction. He’s been playing with it more recently, ever since they met near the lake that day, nearly a week ago. Ever since he caught a look at their monsters and heard the stories Lucy told him. At times he can hardly believe what he saw and what he heard, a beast dressed in rotting flesh. And the sound it made.

His grip grows tight on the carved bone, a shiver wracking his spine. Natsu has dreams about that sound, the screaming that sounded more animal than man, but like nothing else he has ever heard. It rattled him more than Natsu would ever be willing to admit. And the thought of being chased by one of those things again, of having his skin pulled back and stolen from him, it makes him sick down to his very core.

They stayed in that thicket for what seemed like hours, until the last rays of the sun were dimming in the sky and Lucy warned him that they needed to leave. They hunt at night, she told him, afraid to see themselves in the light. She left him at the edge of the forest, her wolves circling the pair of them as they crept through Dragonborne territory. She was on edge the entire walk, one hand on her weapon, and it was only then that Natsu realized he’d forgotten his own by the water, though he didn’t dare go back for it, not so close to dusk.

Cold fingers wrap around his shoulder.

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