this seriously made me gasp out loud when i first read it

2x08 coda because so much happened and my boys need to talk 

Once the others have finally poured out of his home, taking at least part of the nervous energy still lingering against the walls with them, it takes Magnus a few seconds to locate Alec and he feels a twinge of anxiety when he realizes that he’s left the safety of the loft in favor of the balcony. Even knowing he’s undone the spell that allowed his guests’ greatest fears and insecurities to fester, the thought of Alexander alone up there makes him vaguely nauseous, images of Alec’s graceful fall too fresh in his mind, too painful still, for him to bear it. 

If he had been a few seconds late… 

But Alec is nowhere near the ledge now. He’s sitting on the sofa, forearms resting on his thighs and head in his hands, fingers tensed and angry where they’re gripping his hair. 

It’s been a long evening for all of them, upsetting at its best and terrifying at its worst, and Magnus wishes there was an easy way to approach this, a simple phrase that could make it all better for both of them. 

He makes his way the couch carefully, steps loud enough to alert Alec of his presence, before letting his body drop heavily next to him. He links his fingers together between his legs, resisting the urge to touch Alec, to force him to look up so he can try and read his face. Instead, Magnus presses his thigh against Alec’s in what he hopes is a comforting manner. So much happened in so little time and he has no idea where he should even start.

He’s still trying to figure it out when Alec speaks first.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he says fiercely into his hands.


“I’m not,” he repeats and Magnus knows what’s hiding underneath, the guilt and anger of all the times Alec has felt he failed the people who matter the most to him.

“Hey,” Magnus says instead of replying, putting a careful hand on Alec’s body, adding a hint of magic to his touch, warmth and safety against the broadness of his back. “I know what you’re trying to say but that’s not on you.” 

“Yes, it is,” Alec argues, body tense like the string of his bow. 

“It’s on all of us,” Magnus argues, keeping his voice calm despite the anger boiling in his veins. “Shadowhunters, Downworlders…. we’re all going to pay for Valentine’s actions if he’s not stopped.” 

He still can’t quite believe Clary kept her secrets for so long when they all should have been working together to stop Valentine’s plan. 

“I know,” Alec replies, leaning into Magnus’ body for a second before taking his hands off his face and straightening his back. “I know that, but that’s not…” he sighs, frustrated. “That’s not what I meant.” 

It’s been a long time since Magnus has been on the other side of such fervent protectiveness and he shivers a little at the intensity of Alec’s determination, mind flickering to the charm he now carries everywhere. 

“The thought of losing you…” Alec continues, closing his eyes and shaking his head like he’s trying to convince himself that saying whatever he wants to say is okay, is allowed. “I just found you,” he says softly, trying again. “And thinking about what might happen to you…. it’s just… unbearable.” 

“Well now you know how I felt, seeing you out there,” Magnus replies seriously, gesturing towards the ledge, heart beating faster at the sound of Alec’s sincerity. “And I think you know I can easily take care of myself.” 

“I know,” Alec sighs. His eyes wander to the ledge for a second and he grimaces, clearly uncomfortable at the thought of talking about it, but aware that he can’t say nothing, that Magnus won’t be satisfied by that. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” he whispers. “The spell messed with my head, it’s true but I.. I don’t… I don’t want to talk about Clary or Jocelyn. Please.”

Magnus waits for a second, looking into Alec’ anguished face, his closed eyes and defeated posture, and he wishes he could drop it, he really does. 

“You’re not weak Alexander.” 

Alec flinches, trying to move away from Magnus’ body but he’s too quick, moving both of his hands to grip Alec’s shoulders. 

“Letting a demon in,” Magnus whispers directly into Alec’s ear, “feeling consumed by guilt… even failure; none of those things make you weak.”

“Magnus,” Alec begs shakily. 

There are things magic can’t fix, memories that burn deeply within Alec’s core that only time can soothe and no matter how powerless Magnus feels, he has to accept it. 

“Okay,” he whispers before kissing Alec’s shoulder, right next to where his thumb is still digging into the flesh. He lets go slowly, starting to move away from Alec when he feels him grabbing his hand. 

“Thanks,” Alec says, voice small but grateful. “And I’m sorry about tonight.” 

“That wasn’t your fault.” 

“I mean about my mother… and Max,” Alec says with a gulp, eyes wide and sad.

Magnus smiles softly. “I knew what to expect from Maryse when I agreed to throw this party, Alexander. And Max is just a curious child.” 

“Yes but…” Alec hesitates for a second before inhaling deeply and exhaling. “I’m still sorry if he made you feel uncomfortable,” he says after a few seconds, reaching up to stroke Magnus’ temple with a few calloused fingers, stopping in the corner of his eye. 

Magnus feels his smile slipping and he wishes he could hold on to it, wishes he could pretend for a few more seconds, but he feels exposed, cracked open, and Alec has already taken a peek at the rawness inside. 

“I’m more worried I made you uncomfortable,” Magnus admits in a small voice. 

“What?” Alec frowns, looking sincere and offended and isn’t that the most incredible thing. “No, no. You could never make me uncomfortable,” he says vehemently. “Not for that,” he adds softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss in the corner of Magnus’ eyes. 

Magnus leans into the touch, appreciating the warmth of Alec’s body against his, the warmth of his reassuring words. 

“A lot of people have been,” he admits and he wasn’t planning on saying that until it slipped right out of his mouth. He can feel Alec exhale against his skin, heated and tickling. 

“I can’t imagine how,” Alec replies and Magnus turns his head to face him, letting the glamour drop easily. Alec gasps in response, a tiny thing that doesn’t sound disgusted or overwhelmed. “You’re so…” he smiles, cheeks reddening. 

“So what?” Magnus asks, curious now that Alec’s face is painted with embarrassment. 

“Kind,” he replies like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh,” Magnus says in a small voice and he has been called many things in his lifetime but he’s rarely been called kind, even if he’s always tried to be.

 “Clever,” Alec continues, hazel eyes bright with intensity. “Beautiful. Powerful.”

“Alright,” Magnus chuckles, putting a hand on Alec’s chest to try and stop him.

“I just mean…. that it’s another part of you and there’s isn’t a part of you I haven’t liked so far.” 

“Oh Alexander,” Magnus teases, a hint self-deprecating, “that will come.” 

“And I’m looking forward to it. To get to know all the parts of you that fit with me and all the parts that don’t… and all the ways we’re gonna work to be together despite those.” 

Alec clears his throat and lets his gaze wander to where their legs are still touching. He starts fidgeting like maybe he didn’t mean to reveal this much and Magnus is almost glad that he broke their eye contact because it gives him the time to blink a couple of times and stop himself from crying. 

There are so many things that Magnus could say, so many feelings intertwining in his chest. Instead, he grabs the lapel of the suit he carefully chose for Alec and drags him into a bruising kiss, swallowing the way Alec sighs and moans so beautifully. 

They’re still pretty lucky, despite it all. 

Writing is Hard, Part 4: Dry Humping

Summary: Dean doesn’t understand the allure of dry humping.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

“Where does Sam think you are right now?”

Dean shrugs at you, hair dripping from the light rain that’s falling. “Can I come in?”

You head back for your chair, next to the table that holds your pizza, and leave the door open behind you. Dean follows, shrugging out of his jacket and shaking his head like a dog, though his hair is too short for it to do much good. “I told Sam I was coming to your room,” he says, a forced casual tone to his voice as he drops that bomb.

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Secret Identity

Stripper!Au Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Just the a good old Stripper fic.

Word Count: 3,671

Warnings: Crack fic, Language, Drinking, Suggestive Stuff… (come on)

A/N: I don’t know what happened. It’s incredibly long… but I had fun ;) Since I don’t have anything better, this is my gift for 2.5k Thank you all so much ♥

Originally posted by ddee99

“Are you serious?”

“No, I’m Wanda,” your friend replied with a proud smirk.

You rubbed the spot between your eyes where you could feel a headache coming. Wanda was in charge of Natasha’s bachelorette party. You were supposed to spend the evening in a fancy restaurant, but clearly Wanda had other plans.

“I love it!” Natasha took your hand and made you follow her.

You paid the entry fee and walked into the strip club. It was noisy and surprisingly bright. You cringed as the smell of alcohol hit your nose. Wanda gave you her best innocent smile and looped her arm through yours.

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food truck au 2/??


Jack had one blissful week of texting Eric in peace before his teammates caught on.

“ZIMMBONI,” Tater shouted across the dressing room at the end of practice that day. “Who you texting that make you smile so big?”

In a scary sort of tandem, Ransom and Holster whipped around to look at him.

“Yeah, Zimmboni,” Holster parroted. “Who ya texting?”

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Holy hell, guys! I’m seriously blown away by the fact you actually enjoyed my first ‘Imagine’. Seeing as some of you liked it, I think i just might continue writing whatever ideas pop into my head ;)

Originally posted by w-i-t-c-h-e-r-y

Anonymous asked: Your Jeff imagine has me absolutely SHOOK! You’re so talented. Are you planning on writing a part 2?

Anonymous asked: YOUR JEFF IMAGINE WAS SO FUCKING PERFECT IM GRINNING LIKE A HYENA. OHMYGODDDDDDD and ik u said you aren’t taking request but like if you ever feel up to it if you made a part 2 to that imagine like the “date” part id forever kiss the ground you walk on lmfaooooo. But ya. You’re an amazing writer 😭

Imagine Jeff picking you up for your Valentine’s Day date. Dinner is not what you were assuming and you find out Jeff had a helping hand in finally opening up to you.

Jeff X Reader pt.II

Your knee bounces nervously as you wait for Jeff to pick you up and your mother watches you with a small knowing smile. "So who is this boy? Do I know him?“

You try hard to not roll your eyes. "Yes, mom. It’s Jeff,” you deadpan, but try with all your might to slow your beating heart. “Jeff from the eighth grade who I had a terrible crush on.”

A sharp, sudden inhale of breath has you looking towards your wide-eyed mother. When you were little, you used to tell her everything, but puberty changed things and you two didn’t quite talk as much. “Jeff.. Atkins!” She nearly squeals. “When- how?!”

“The other day,” you sigh and meet her gaze head on. “Tony and Clay were poking fun at me for turning down all the jocks asking me on a date, so I made it into a little challenge.”

Mom smirks as she takes a seat next to you, eager to hear more. “Go on.”

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A Favor Returned

Just a stupid little New Year’s Eve ficlet, almost 2 months late, but who cares?

summary: modern AU. Emma is scelebrating New Year’s Eve with her girls, and they are having fortune cookies of a special kind. A handsome, but infuriating stranger doesn’t help to lift the mood…

rating: k for kissing ;)

also on: and ao3

Like every year, Ruby Lucas makes a big show giving out the small tulle packets with the homemade fortune cookies she brought back to Boston from her Christmas visit to her grandmother. It’s tradition that she and her bunch of friends each get one to open at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Like every year, she reminds them, “Granny says not to open them before midnight!”

Like every year, her girlfriend Mulan jokes, “Wait, those are Chinese, shouldn’t I be the one giving them to you?”

Ruby rolls her eyes, “Don’t be so cliché. It’s getting old.”

Emma Swan frowns suspiciously at the cookie in her hand. “Wait, this is a trick? There’s some stupid message inside just to…”

To be fair, it wouldn’t be the first time. Granny Lucas, at whose house Emma spent a lot of time in her youth, has tried more than once to send encouraging messages especially to her. Over the last years, however, it has become more and more annoying, and Emma started to feel the pain of every only single among a bunch of friends who are all happily taken. Endearing as it is that they all care so much for her, it’s still unnerving when even your youth’s friend’s grandmother tries to get you to finally find a boyfriend – or a girlfriend, whatever floats your boat, as Granny put it so eloquently.

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Jared Kleinman x Reader

Summary: (i sort of changed the prompt slightly) ’Somehow every time I have a dentist appointment you do too and you always sit next to me in the waiting room and ask me ‘what are you in for’ as if we are in prison and this has been happening for almost two years who are you’ from this prompt list! || masterlist

WC: 2,805

A/N: honestly, im super disappointed with how this turned out and would really really appreciate any form of feedback (positive or negative) !! i might delete this, it depends. just wanna apologise in advance for the lack of writing skills here

Warnings: SWEARING !! Pretty cliche at parts, Dentists?? Awkward teens, kind of anxious reader at certain points, and horribly written - the plot is completely upside down. i’m sorry

October 7th, 2015. 4:00PM.

You enter the waiting room, shivering from the harsh cold of outside. All of the seats are filled except for one, so you plop yourself down in the space next to a boy who is picking at his nails.

Its your first time heading to the dentist without one of your parents, and you cant deny the feeling of nervousness that bubbles in your chest.

“Hey” your hear someone murmur from next to you.

You turn your head and you’re met with a boy wearing glasses, his hair looks a little disheveled and puffy and he’s smiling right at you.

Despite not knowing who he is, you give him a soft smile and nod your head.

“Hello” you reply.

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A/N: This is the kind of stuff I came up with at the pool in Croatia. I can’t really tell if that’s a good thing or just really, really bad. Anyway, I hope it’s kinda enjoyable to read!

Words: 1683
Warnings: oral sex, swear words

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7 | Tomorrow




masterlist | ask | prev | next

“What do you mean the baby isn’t yours?” You asked, wide eyed in complete shock.

“It’s Jimin’s…” Tae began, his thick brows knitted together in despair and heartbreak, “There’s no way that the baby can be mine, it has to be Jimin’s. I can’t call the police and tell them about the accident because he’s the father of Yumi’s baby, I can’t do that to her… Or the baby.” His eyes welled up with salty tears, Yumi must have meant much more to him than you’d thought.

Cautiously shifting closer to him you rested your hand on his tense forearm to try and comfort him, however your efforts deemed futile as he brushed you away from his body and stepped back.
“Y/N… I don’t know what to do-, she doesn’t know that I know, that I’ve figured it out… I don’t even think she knows about Jimin and the car.”

“How did you figure it out?” Your voice merely a whisper as the shock of the situation pierced through your body, a cocktail of jealousy at how much your ex boyfriend cared about his mistress and genuine heartache for what he was going through. Yumi and Jimin were expecting a baby, and yet Jimin had no idea.

“The dates don’t add up, she must’ve conceived before we even had sex; and as for the accident… Ask Jungkook, you guys seem to be getting pretty close.”


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Under One Condition: Chapter Three

Originally posted by 9taefox

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Hey, so, this is the latest chapter. Sorry it took so long to upload, I’ve been so busy. I hope you enjoy the read. For those interested, I am also now on wattpad, my username there is the same as my twitter. (MinT_Yooonnggii). 

Thank you for the continuing support.

Remember, feel free to ask questions or make requests for one shots, shorts, what ever you fancy. Asks are always open :)

Jimin x reader x Taehyung

Warnings: swearing, mature content, kinks, smut, teasing

Word Count: 4,307

Chapter Links: 

Chapter one      Chapter two    Chapter three (Chapter four in progress)


Jimin quickly flung himself out of bed and stumbled to get his trousers on, that were still crumpled at the foot of the bed where you left them last night. You pulled the covers over you and harshly whispered at Jimin.

“It is. It is… it is Tae, what the hell am I supposed to do!? Stroll out there and talk to him!? GOD NO!”

He stopped and looked at you, mid shuffle, trying to get the waist band in place. “It’s fine, you aren’t going out there, and I won’t let him in here. I agree, he can’t see you. Not like this… stay here.”

And with that he swept out of the room and slammed the door behind him and he scurried towards the front door shouting to Tae.

“Coming, I am coming… TAE I AM COMING!”

You heard the door open, followed by a relived sigh and a loud plop as Tae threw himself on the sofa.

“I know it is like, 6am, but this is urgent. Sit”. He spoke as he motioned to the seat next to him for Jimin to sit down.

“Tae, what on earth is wrong? You’re freaking me out hyung”. A look of worry was spread across his face, his voice was quiet and soothing.

“Right, you know we had that big thing for work? Well, I have the best idea. Will you work on it with me later, I will show you everything and tell you all about it when we get there. I just needed to hear you say yes”. He sounded so excited, you couldn’t help but smile as you hid in the bedroom. You always loved when he was happy.

“AH!!” Tae let out a pained cry. “What was that for!?”

“You scared the shit out of me thinking something bad had happened for this!? I swear to god Taehyung…” Jimin’s voice had grown louder, and tense. You could feel how annoyed he was just from his tone alone, you could only imagine his expression.

“Hyung— “. Tae left a long pause after he spoke, his voice was shaky.

Jimin stared at him with a shocked look on his face, and a silent prayer ran through his mind, hoping this wouldn’t go where he thought this was going. Tae pointed to the coffee table and stared at him in disbelief.

“Is this… is this (y/n)’s phone? I-i-is sh-she here? With… you!?” His face had sunk, and his voice was quiet, full of hurt and disbelief.

“No, Tae, you know I was on a date tonight. She came home with me last night and… well, I really didn’t expect you to be coming around like this.”

Jimins voice was firm, yet had a comforting edge to it. And you were surprised to hear he told Tae about the date, though obviously, he hadn’t mentioned it was you. It obviously meant he was excited about it as much as you were.

“Jimin, no. This is her phone. She bought that case when we went to the theme park a few months back because she liked how the glitter fell, and it made her smile. This is her phone Park Jimin”.  You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the betrayal in his voice.

You thought it was sweet how he remembered why you got it, and you smiled sheepishly remembering the moment, and how he laughed at you. You hear Jimin speak again, ripping you from your memories and soon snapped back to your seriousness.

“Tae, hyung, lots of people have the same phone cases”.

“I’m calling her, right now.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you gasped from behind the door at his words. Jimin held his breath as Tae dialled your number, and you both waited for your ring tone to echo through the room. Tae stared at your phone on the coffee table with a saddened expression, also waiting for it to ring. But it never did.

You released a heavy sigh of relief, you had never in your life been so happy your phone had such a ridiculously short battery life. You pulled the blanket tighter around you, what would he have said if it rang? Your quickly shook yourself from your thoughts as you heard Tae sigh deeply before continuing to speak.

“I guess she’s still here? I should probably go leave you two to your day then, sorry, hyung.”

“It’s fine Tae, honestly. Don’t worry about it, hyung. I will stop by later as you said, we will discuss your ideas then”. You could hear the smile in voice as he spoke softly.

“Yeah, I will see you then, thank you for this. Sorry for coming over so early, I just needed to tell you. I’m super excited about this, I have a good feeling!”

You heard footsteps and the door open, he was leaving now. You quickly walked back over to the bed, and sat down, making sure the blanket covered you before Jimin came back. You hear him walking back to the bedroom with heavy steps, he must still be tired.

“Morning sunshine!” He beamed as he entered as looked at you snuggled in the blanket.

“Morning”. You giggled back at him.

“Sorry about that. Y’know how he is when he’s excited I’m sure”.

“Oh, yeah, do I. One time at school he got so excited about winning first place for a science project, he ran three corridors down and straight into my class to tell me”. You laughed and shook your head at the memory. “He hasn’t changed much, not that I’d want him to”.

“Ah, me neither, he’s such a great friend”.

He sat beside you as he spoke and pulled you closer to him in a warm embrace, and you smiled into his chest. He rested his chin on your head and sighed a little, before reaching to push the wisps of hair from your face gently.

“You know, we should probably tell him at some point”. He tilted your chin up to look at him as he spoke softly. “Well, given you would give me the honour of taking you on another date that is”.

He smirked and your cheeks turned a rosy tint of pink. He wanted another date! You couldn’t believe it, you weren’t sure why, but you hadn’t expected him to ask you again; especially so soon.

“Hm… well, I might do”. You prodded his chest as you teased him.


He pretended to look offended at your response while clutching at his chest dramatically. You laughed and took his hand away from his chest before looking to him with a smile.

“Well, in that case, okay. I will give you the honour of another date”.

“That’s what I thought”.

He smiled and laid a gentle kiss on your lips before standing in front of you, pulling you up to stand with him. His lips met yours again, and your free arm, not clinging to the blanket covering you, found its way around the back of his neck. You pulled him in closer as he deepened the kiss and his hands found your body, tracing every curve from your shoulders, to your lower back where his hands came to a rest. He held you close to him, and you couldn’t help but to think this felt different to how it did last night. There was no hungry lust, just a soft sweetness, and it made your heart flutter. His lips parted from yours and he stood back a little, still holding you, looking at you fondly.

“Right, you go get a shower to clear up the groggy morning brain, and I will go make you some breakfast. How does that sound?”

You smiled widely at his kind gesture. You couldn’t believe the man who was so full of lust, so domineering, so rough, was being so thoughtful, soft, and caring. He was the true duality of man, and it left you wanting more. Yes, more of him, but to also to know more about him; to see every possible side of him.

“Yes, that sounds great. I’d like that”.

“Okay, the spare clothes I mentioned are already set out in the bathroom for you, on top of the towels I put out for you”.

“Wait, when did you…” you looked confused but he cut you off.

“I put them out before I picked you up last night”. He said with a smirk.

“But how did you know I’d come back with you?” confusion still lingering in your tone.

“Well, you did agree to my one condition, and I did say you needed to be punished for leaving me to take care of myself later that night after the car fiasco”.

He smirked at you cocking his eyebrow at you, lustful gaze returning as the memories of the car ride, and last night flashed before his eyes as he spoke.

“Yeah, fair point. I hadn’t thought of it that way. Well, thank you doing that for me”. You smiled at him gratefully.

“Not a problem, now go wake yourself up”. He said as he turned to leave.

You wondered through the door at the side of the bedroom, and into the bathroom. You smiled as you looked at the neat pile of towels and clothes he had left for you, and turned the shower on, fogging up the mirrors instantly from its warmth on a cool morning. You stepped inside and tipped your head back as the hot water ran over you, letting out a sigh of contentment. You scanned the in-shower shelf for some shampoo, and found all the bottles had a fruity fragrance, but the shower gel, much to your surprise. You shrugged and squeezed out some citrus shampoo, it smelt extra refreshing this morning and you relished in its scent as you rubbed it into your hair happily. You heard clattering followed by a loud bang come from the kitchen area, and then Jimins voice.

“Fuck!! AH great”.

You laughed at the sound as you continued to rinse the shampoo from your hair. He must have dropped something trying to hurry to have breakfast ready for you, you thought, picking up the gel. You flipped the cap and sniffed it, it had sandalwood hints and a musky fragrance, just as Jimin did last night. You squeezed some out and proceeded to clean yourself, breathing in the smell, remembering how as he pushed you to the bed the scent of his skin was the air you breathed while you panted beneath him. You felt a coil in your stomach tighten and you shook your head to snap out of it, before your thoughts could deepen.

You stepped out and shut the shower off, wrapping yourself in the soft towel, and making your usual towel hat to dry your hair off a little as you dried yourself off. You picked the clothes up he’d left you. A pair of his grey sweats and a black t-shirt. Perfect. Just the comfortable attire you needed today, as you were still feeling a little tired, though your fuzzy head had dissipated with the steam from the shower. You pulled the clothes on and began to towel dry your hair the best you could, before making your way out to find Jimin.

He turned to face you, at the sounds of the pitter patter of your feet on the cold tiles, as you entered the room. A smile stretched at the left corner of his lip as he stood gazing at you, spoon in hand. He was still wearing nothing but the crinkled trousers from last night, his hair slicked back from his face. You smiled back at him sheepishly and waved awkwardly as you stood there, looking back at him. Jimin laughed gently at your shy wave, before turning back around to finish what he was doing.

“God, you’re so cute”. He spoke so quiet, it was barely audible, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You walked up behind him, not sure what to do, how to act. Would it be out of place to hug him? You wanted to. You wanted to thank him for being so considerate and sweet, but would he think that’s weird? You stood there for a moment, watching what he was doing, before you said to yourself, ‘fuck it’. You wrapped your arms loosely around his waist from behind him, and standing on tiptoes, placed your head between his neck and shoulder to see what he was doing.  You felt him smile against your cheek at your actions.

“That looks good! And don’t think I didn’t hear what you said”. Jimin turned to look at you, a mild look of shock on his face, he didn’t intend for it to be heard.

“You aren’t bad yourself you know”. You concluded and tightened your hold on him, and smiled coyly.

“Thank you. Now, go sit, breakfast is served!”

You let go of him and walked over to the table. As if he was going to serve it to you as well as make it? What a gentleman. You both sat to the table, opposite each other, and began to eat. You noticed him sneaking looks at you over his coffee cup and between bites, you tried not to smile at his actions, but you ended up lightly shaking your head and smiling anyway.

“What you are shaking your head at?”

The silence was broken and you looked up to see him smirking at you, playfully.

“Nothing. Nothing. This is just probably the best breakfast I’ve had in a while”. You smiled at him and took another bite, before gesturing at him with your fork. “Y’know… You’re not half bad at cooking!”

He laughed shyly, rubbing his neck, before looking back up at you to reply.

“Thanks, I try my best. Thought you could use a good breakfast after last night, you must still be feeling a little rough?”

He smiled and continued eating.

“Oh, no, no. I feel much better now, the steam really cleared my head, thank you”.

“So, I hope you haven’t got plans for the day. I want to keep you for a while, until I have to go meet with Tae”.

You look back up at him, he’s still smiling at you sweetly, and you swore it was the brightest smile you had ever seen. The way his lips pull tightly at the corners, exposing his perfect teeth. The way his eye smile along with his lips, and crinkle in the corners. The way his nose slightly scrunches up. You swore you could look at him smiling like this all day.

“Yeah, you can keep me. I’ve got no plans anyway”. You said through a smile.

“Good! I don’t have to meet Tae unt-”

He got cut off speaking by your phone ringing loudly from across the room. And you turned to find the source of noise.

“Is that my phone? Or do we have the same ring tone?”  You teased, while wafting the fork in his direction again. You were certain he’d not have a girl group song for a ring tone, after all.

You both giggled at your accusation, before he answered.

“Yeah, it is. I put it on charge for you while you showered. It’s on the counter behind you”.

He pointed past your shoulder and you got up to follow his direction. You unplugged your phone, and checked the caller ID. Tae.

You briefly wondered what he wanted, but saw you had ten unread messages, and assumed they were from him as well. What if he mentioned this morning, or asked why you weren’t answering texts, or where you were last night? You always answered him after all.

“Hi, Tae!! What’s up?” you greeted him cheerfully, while glancing at Jimin nervously.

Jimin looks back at you, mouthing his name questioningly, with a gesture as if to ask what he wanted.

“Oh, wow. Someone is excited. Congratulations!! Wait, what? You want me to come over this afternoon? Oh, okay. Yeah, sorry I didn’t answer, I was asleep. Yeah, you can show me then. Okay, okay. Yeah, I will see you then Tae. Okay, see you soon, bye”.

You hung up and glanced at Jimin, who was looking confused from only hearing one side of the conversation.

“You’re going over today too? Was it about his brilliant idea for work?”

“Yeah, he seems so excited! It must be good. I know you have to go too, but I couldn’t turn him down, sorry”.

“Don’t be, it means I get you longer. I will drive you home to get changed soon, then we can go together”.

“What!? NO! We can’t just turn up together like that Jimin, especially not after this morning. He has already asked why I wasn’t answering him all night. He will get suspicious”.

“No, no. I understand. What I’m saying is, we will go together. We will be there at the same time, but you will go in first, I will need another coffee to keep me going by then anyway so I will go to the cafe. Plus, he gave me no set time, I just said I’d turn up later. It will look like a happy accident”. He stood up and walked over to you, placing his hand on your cheek and pulling you close with the other. “Plus, I get to see more of this beautiful face”.

He leant in, holding you tighter, and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, before lightly grazing them with his thumb and smirking at you.

“Yeah, you’re right. I worry too much, don’t I?”

He hummed and rolled his lip between his teeth while looking at you, tilting his head.

“Hm, I wouldn’t say that. But you still have to honour my condition. So, you’d be going anyway, even if you didn’t see the light, I’m afraid”.

You gasped a little as his finger dug into your waist a little harder, pulling you flush against him. His eyes flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes, before he smiled and leant in to kiss you again. As your lips met you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, and deepened the kiss, keeping him close to you. He pushed against you, causing you to take a step back, and he walked with you until your back met the counter, as your lips worked against each other’s. One of his hands moved from your waist, sliding down to the hem of your shirt. His lips parted yours, and he rolled his tongue against your own. As you both became more frenzied, he slid his hand under your shirt and lightly run his fingers over your stomach, sending shivers up your spine, causing a breathy moan to slip from you.

“Moaning already, babygirl? I haven’t even touched you”.

And with that, both of his hands slid to your ass, as he returned his lips to yours. He pushed his body closer to you, wedging you firmly between his still unclothed chest, and the hard edge of the counter top. You felt his fingers dig into your flesh as he tightened the hold he had on you, and he lifted you onto the work surface, one of your legs either side of him.

“Now, what am I going to do with you?”

You look down at him with big doe eyes, while biting your lip at his suggestive tone. He smirks at you, crashing his lips back into yours as he rolls his hips into you.  You feel his hardening member push against your clothed core, causing you to gasp and dig your nails into his neck. He bites your lip, continuing to thrust against you. His hands move to your breasts and he grabs them firmly, kneading at them with his fingers. You start to rock your hips against his to meet his thrusts as you both become needy. The intensity rises, tongues fighting a war, lips being bitten, hips grinding against each other’s needily. You pull his hair and break the kiss to let out a desperate moan against his neck, before placing open mouth kisses from his jaw to his collar bone. He places a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to meet your gaze.

“Tsk. Babygirl, who gave you permission to do such a thing? Do I really have to punish you again?”

His eyes were dark, full of lust, and a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. Your mouth remained parted as you looked at him, as you felt the all too familiar need grow in the pits of your stomach. You swallowed hard, as you prepared to answer, you knew what he wanted to hear. He made it all to clear last night, you knew what would get him going.

“N-no, daddy, you don’t. I will be a good girl for you, I promise”.

He hummed in appreciation, and slid his hand under the waistband of your sweats. Your breath hitched in your throat, but leant back to give him better access. You wanted more, you needed more.

“You want me to touch you babygirl?”

“Mhm, please”. You bit your lip and nodded at him, awaiting his touch.

He dipped hid hand further into the sweats. You felt a finger graze ever so lightly across your folds, before drawing a line teasingly from your entrance to your clit, where he paused and gently rubbed light circles into it. You tipped your head back and moaned at his movements. You needed to feel his touch, but he was deliberately being soft, teasing you; and yet it still felt so good.

“Fuck, you are so wet for me already”.

He drew a line back to your entrance, and circled it. You bit your lip and let out a breathy moan of anticipation. He removed his hand from the sweats, and held it up to you. You saw his fingertips glisten with your arousal, and shyly looked away.

“Look at them. Look at how wet I make you without having to touch you”.

Your eyes widened and mouth hung ajar as he slipped his finger into his mouth, cleaning off your wetness. You couldn’t say why, but it made the coils in your stomach tighten further.

“Damn, babygirl, you taste good”.

He slipped his hands back into your sweats, and repeated the same circling motion, only this time he slightly dipped his finger tip inside you, and swirled it around a couple of times. You moaned lightly and your nails dug into his shoulder as your hand roamed his back. Just as you thought he was going to give you what you needed most, he pulled his hands from your sweats again, and you watched eagerly, expecting him to lick his finger clean again.

“Open up”. His voice was deep, frim and had a gravely edge, only causing your need to grow stronger with his every word.

You hated to admit it, but your mouth dropped open for him before you even had chance to fully process the words. He slid his finger into your mouth as your eyes locked with his.

“See how good you taste? Suck”.

You found yourself wanting to please him, and sucked his finger while rolling your tongue around it, ensuring there was nothing left on there. His eyes dropped to your lips to watch your handy work, as your lips tightened around his finger, and he bit his lip as he felt your tongue swirl around it. You were surprised at the taste, it wasn’t unpleasant at all. When he was satisfied you had done the job properly, he removed it from your mouth and inspected it to see if it was clean.

“Good girl. Now get up. You’ve had enough”.


“No. No, babygirl, you haven’t got a say in this, get up right now. I’m taking you home to get dressed. You do as I say, when I say, without question. Remember??”

He spoke firmly, his voice was all domineering, with a smug hint to his final word. You couldn’t argue, you knew it would make him mad, but his voice and the dominance he was expressing made the ache between your legs ten times worse. In this moment, you wanted nothing more than to feeling him inside you, but you knew you’d have to wait.

“Yes, I remember. I’m sorry daddy”.

“Hmm, you will be. It looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson. I will make sure you never forget again”.

“Daddy, ple-”

He cut you off midsentence, pushing his finger to your lips firmly. You moved your head back a little at the unexpected contact, and your breath hitched. You wouldn’t admit it, but it made the ache grow even strong, which you thought was impossible. Any contact he permitted you sent electrical pulses through your being. You weren’t sure if you could tolerate having to look at him all day, without feeling him inside of you.

“No talking, get up right now. Do as your told or this will only be worse for you. Don’t you think you already need punishing enough?”

You did as you were told, and stood up without saying another word. You watched him pull on a fresh shirt and sweats quickly. How could he look this good in lazy clothes? Your thoughts quickly turned back to the issue at hand. Suddenly your mind was reeling, what punishments did he have instore for you this time? Surely it wouldn’t be any worse than last night. You looked over to him stood by the door, a huge smirk spread across his lips, lust filling his eyes, and his erection pushing against his loose sweats.

“Come on, we don’t have all day. Tae is waiting”.

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Medical Checkup

Part Two

Summary: Doctor Negan can’t resist one of his patients.

Word Count: 2819

A/N:  I really hope you enjoy this pure piece of smut as much as I loved writing it. I decided to end it on a slight cliffhanger since I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue. If you want me to write a part 2 feel free request one! Also, I would love to read your thoughts and opinions!

Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, Fingering, Swearing, slight Daddy kink? (the word is said once.)

Tagging: @jml509, @negansoutpost, @warriorqueen1991, @negans-network

So, I don’t know if you guys wanted to be tagged in everything I write or not, but if you only want to be tagged in ‘Life in her yet’ please let me know!

I’m also going to tag @jdmfanfiction, I really hope you’re feeling better and if you ever need somebody to talk to, you can always message me! <3

And for all the others, let me know if you want to be tagged!

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Doctor!Negan x Jade Graham (pre-apocalypse) 

Jade carefully stepped out of the steaming shower cabin, a towel tightly wrapped around her slim body. She instantly reached for the bathroom sink to get a little bit more support. Four days ago, she had a much-needed surgery on her left knee cap and now she’s stumbling around everywhere.

She opened the sliding door to let some of the humidity and steam out and also to not get her leg brace wet.

Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the room and the big, hospital door opened wide. Her towel seemed to be startled by the sudden interruption and dropped to the floor which made her sigh.

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You Have Me

Fandom: The Hunger Games

Word count: 2170

Characters: Finnick x reader

Warnings: Flashbacks to the reader murdering someone, general Hunger Games issues, references to depression

Summary: You fall in love with Finnick after you win the Hunger Games.

You walked into the Victor’s Village alone, twisting your hands together unconsciously.  You had sent the camera crews away as soon as you could, because having a swarm of cameras pointing at you still felt strange.

Huh. You’d killed people, and it was the cameras that bothered you. That probably just showed the type of person you’d become.

Victor’s Village was quieter than you’d though it would be. At least it meant that you wouldn’t have to talk to anyone, though. It had been so long since you had a moment to yourself.

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ar maidin | alfie solomons

Built around my headcanon that Alfie never goddamn sleeps, someone save this man and bring him some warm milk and a blanket already.

Camden didn’t seem to have a cycle to the day and night so much as it had disorienting, sudden switch-overs. There was the bustle of work in the day, the burst of fun in the evening, the outright chaos of the night. There was never really a lull, except a clear hour before the dawn when everything seemed to stop. Too late for revellers, too early for workers, peace found a home here, nestled up to the buildings and slumbered.

You should have been slumbering too, wrapped up in the outrageously expensive sheets Alfie insisted on but never actually seemed to sleep in. Yet here you were, heels clacking down the damp steps of an illegal distillery.

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Completely Soulless

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean 
Warnings: violence, soulless!sam, swearing, all the angst
Summary: Sam’s soulless and couldn’t care less about anything or anyone, including his long time girlfriend, the Reader. She’s at her wits end and doesn’t know how much longer she can put up with him. 
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Lilac Hues

Words: 2k
Genre: Fluff, Fairy!Au
Sequel to Azure Blue 


He giggles.

And you can’t help the smile that raises on your lips, his high pitched laughter absolutely infectious. “Hold still, Jimin!”

“I can’t! It tickles too much!” He whines out, still giggling and thrashing beneath your hands.

“Almost…” You huff out tiredly, fingers weaving through the strands of his hair. “…done.”

With one more sweep of your fingers through his hair and the liquid all soaked up, you swivel his chair around while taking a step back so his azure wings don’t hit you. His honey eyes grow in size as he peers into the luminescent mirror, hand reaching upwards but retracting carefully as to not ruin your hard work.

“You did it!”

“Of course I did.” You snicker playfully. “I’ll miss your orange hair but I think lilac suits you nicely too.”

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Hide & Tickle! (Bokuaka)

A/N: Haikyuu!! (Bokuaka) -  24. “I’m sorry, are we 12 now?” - Yay this is the I’m back- fic I needed to write, yey hi needs XD

I’ve got many ongoing fic ideas but sometimes it’s easier to just pick up an entirely new one. There were even two ideas that popped up for this one when I chose it, but I let my sweetiepie friend Mia choose ;D Thanks @unpopular-irl-too​ for the prompt sorry I switched their roles /)///(\ 

Summary: Bokuto and Akaashi are chilling in the sun and life is good, Akaashi is feeling relaxed, and he would like to stay like this forever. Of course Bokuto thinks otherwise, he is bored and wants to play a game. Akaashi is playing, whether he wants to or not.

Random headcanon that Bokuto lives in one of those nice houses in Tokyo omg I’ve stayed in one of those during a homestay and they’re a-we-some ok.

Word Count: 1874

The sun felt warm on Akaashi’s face, it felt good. He felt his lips twitch a little into a genuine smile. He was lying stretched out in the grass, head in Bokuto’s lap. These kind of moments, hanging out at his boyfriend’s place all by themselves, chilling in the garden on sunny Sundays, they were the best. 

Tap tap tap - the sound of Bokuto playing on his phone coming from above him didn’t disturb him the slightest bit. In fact, it was calming and reassuring. As long as Bokuto would keep himself entertained, that was all that mattered. Because the longer that would take, the more Akaashi could enjoy this sweet relaxed moment in the sun.

“Akaashi, I’m bored.” Oh, shit. Akaashi opened one eye, glanced up at is lover but then quickly closed it again since the bright blue sky above them, the sunlight and Bokuto’s pretty face were too blinding. 

“Go read something.” Akaashi probed the pile of books that was next to them in the grass with his elbow and rolled a little onto his side, claiming his spot with his head on Bokuto’s lap even more as he cuddled closely. His hands massaged the grass and he hummed, sighing contently. 

“Or homework,” he sighed before falling in a nearly-slumber. 

“I want to play.” That got Akaashi wide awake again. Hearing this, he knew their relax-time was about to be over. But he was not giving in. Not now he was finally enjoying some calm and peace.

“Let’s play hide and seek,” Bokuto suggested. Akaashi opened one eye again and snorted. Of all things…

“I’m sorry, are we 12 now?” He closed his eye again and decided to ignore Bokuto’s silly suggestions.

“I want to play hide and seek. I’ll give you ten seconds to hide,” Bokuto continued. Akaashi shrugged.

“Not playing,” he murmured sleepily. 

“And then when I find you…” Bokuto said, and he glided his finger across Akaashi’s chest, around his shoulders and down his front, tickling him a little. Akaashi squirmed and shook off his hand.

“I will tickle you senseless.” Bokuto held both his hands like claws above Akaashi’s body, and as if he could feel his fingers on him already, Akaashi tensed up and opened his eyes immediately. He frowned.

“Bokuto, no.” He had no energy for his games, not this time.

“Hide & Tickle, we’ll play now. My game, my rules. Ten seconds Akaashi,” Bokuto sang. Akaashi wasn’t taking it seriously, Bokuto was being lazy in the sun too. They weren’t playing.

“Ten, nine…” They definitely weren’t. He definitely wasn’t. Akaashi defiantly crossed his arms over his chest and held his chin high, lying back with his head in Bokuto’s lap and enjoying the warm rays of the sun.

“Eight…” His body started to tingle. Maybe Bokuto was being serious after all.

“Seven…” Bokuto’s voice got that sing-song teasy tone, and Akaashi opened his eyes.

“Six…” Crap, he was so screwed. Zero and hidden or not, he was getting those awful Bokuto-tickles whether he liked it or not, he was very aware of that now. 

Getting up so fast it dizzied him, Akaashi stumbled towards the house. He dragged his bare feet through the grass, and Bokuto chiming “Five… Four…” after him had some remarkable effect: he was now running. 

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Hey guys, I’m back again for another fan account and boy was it like the best day of my life. OMG…if you don’t feel like reading all of this, I’m just going to leave some highlights for you and of course I’ll bold the most relevant parts.



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Alexander  pt.1[BTS Jungkook ] (M)

jungkook x reader (y/N) 

bts members 

Genre : angst/smut/fluff

Mature contents: this is not a fairy tale leave if you don’t like it,

Summary: he gave me fire and i need to find him ;with him i saw stars ,i wasn’t scared i felt safe.. i liked his kisses and i wish we meet again … 

part 1 2 3 4 5


Originally posted by sugutie

you fidget and opened your eyes your hands were too heavy to reach out for your phone , it wasn’t there you moved closer to the night stand but checking it it seemed like it wasn’t your phone that kept bothering your sleeping 

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pumpkin | (m)

pairing: kim seokjin x reader 
genre/warnings: smut…and pumpkins, humour
• words: 2,974
→ summary: you hate Halloween, but you love your boyfriend Jin – even when he’s dressed as a giant pumpkin.
• note. I think I’ve finally cracked guys. I’m getting aroused by Jin dressed as a human pumpkin, and I don’t regret a thing. My take at a Halloween scenario

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Hanbin Scenario: Naggy Boyfriend

Yay! Another scenario! Plot ideas have just been pouring into my mind lately. I’m struggling, trying to write them all down fast before I forget, but I’m such a slow writer because I get so distracted every few minutes LOL and I also run out of words sometimes, so I always have to look at google to have some word variety and to make it more interesting. 

Sigh, why can’t it come more naturally to me? I’m so untalented ugh the struggle.

Anyway, sorry. Here it is! Enjoy this one because I made this longer than my previous scenarios. I also added way more Hanbin dialogues because I noticed that I already wrote a couple scenarios with Hanbin sleeping LOL. Heehees. The likes are much appreciated because they motivate me to write more! :3

It was nearing 1 am, and you finally finished your paper due the next day. You stretched your arms out above your head and scoped the library. There were only a few students cramming left, and you felt comforted by their presence. Thank God you weren’t the only one procrastinating at the last minute. 

You shut off your laptop and started to put away your things in your school bag, then headed for the exit to call it a day. As soon as you opened the front door of the library, the cold air hit you smack in the face, and you shivered into your scarf wrapped multiple times around your neck. 

Summer decided to come in late this year so you silently cursed at the season. You loved the cold, but you were dying for the warmth of the sun to come already. 

Your nose threatened to drip and you sniffed it in before it could escape. The action reminded you of Hanbin who was getting better from a cold, and you wondered how he was doing at the studio.

You pulled out your phone and dialed his number.

To your complete surprise, Hanbin picked up after the first ring. “Jagiya!” He excitedly called you on the other end followed by a cheerful chuckle, making you smile like an idiot in the dark, empty street. Despite the coldness, you felt your cheeks and your heart in your chest warm up from merely hearing his voice and imagining his innocent smile he most likely had on right now.

What is this? You never pick up after the first ring when you’re in the studio.” You replied and giggled into the phone.

He chuckled again then said, “Nice timing, jagi! I was holding my phone in my hand because I was just about to call you, but then you suddenly called.

Why? Did something happen?” 

No, nothing happened.” He paused shortly then continued softly, “I just missed you, that’s all.” The tone of his voice sounded bashful and a blush crept onto your face. You bet that he was blushing on the other end too so that made you laugh.

I missed you too,” You replied, trying to bite back the huge smile wanting to appear on your face. To calm yourself, you started walking in the direction of your apartment. 

He gasped playfully. “Daebak, can we read each other’s minds now? Are we at that stage already?” 

You mirrored his gasp then said, “Hanbin-ah, maybe we are! Shall we celebrate?”  You played along with him and you both giggled at this cheesy exchange. 

Then you heard him sniff on the other end which reminded you of the reason you called. “Oh right! How are feeling? Are you okay?” 

Yeah, I’m okay! Don’t worry about me. My health is at 99.9%. I’ll be better by tomorrow, I promise.

You hummed through the phone, doubtful of his words, and your eyes narrowed at the view in front of you of the empty street and closed up shops. 

Really! Trust me.” He told you, and you gave in with a sigh after a brief moment of silence. “Anyway, what are you doing?” He asked cheerfully, catching him quickly wanting to change the topic but you let it go.

I’m walking home right now. I left the library a few minutes ago after I finished that paper that I told you about.

Huh?” He sounded concerned. “By yourself?

Yup.” The wind blew and you sunk further into your scarf to block the cold hitting your face. 

At this time of night? You’re walking home by yourself? Alone on the street?” His alerted tone shot through the line, and you giggled at your overprotective boyfriend. 

I’m fine. Don’t worry.” You reassured him. There really wasn’t any need to worry since the library was just in the area of Hanbin’s studio and the apartment complex that you both lived in.

What do you mean ‘you’re fine, don’t worry’? Of course I’ll worry! That’s unacceptable.” You heard a rustling noise over the phone and immediately pictured him shaking his head in disapproval. “Hey, do you know how—

You cut him off before he could go into rambling on and on about how the streets are dangerous at night and possible perverts hiding in the shadows, a conversation you had plenty of times when you would give him surprise visits at his studio. “Hanbin, it’s fine! The library is just in our area anyway.” You laughed out loud and the sound echoed on the street. “I’m keeping my eyes out and watching my surroundings closely like you told me.

The line went quiet, then Hanbin asked, “Where are you right now?” His voice went at least 3 octaves deeper as he asked you seriously through the phone. Your heart skipped a beat in its cage at the sudden change. 

Obediently, you answered him timidly, “I’m 5 minutes away from the studio right now.

I’ll wait for you outside the building,” He said curtly then hung up.

Your heart was beating fast in your chest as you stared at the end call screen on your phone. Hanbin would never hang up just like that unless he was in a bad mood. Looks like you were going to be scolded. You couldn’t help the smile from forming on your face.

Hanbin never scolded you as much as he scolded his team mates when they made a mistake in their choreography. He was the soft and caring boyfriend who always treated you gently and who never got angry at you seriously. The complete opposite of the boy you watched on WIN and Mix & Match. Maybe he would nag at you, but it was never at that level with the rest of the iKON members. 

But when he did (so far it was only once) for some reason, that made you feel excited rather than regretful as you should be. You wondered if he would seriously scold you this time as you continued walking.

With anticipation rising within, you approached the studio building that was gradually coming into view. You immediately spotted the tall figure standing in front of the entrance doors with his head down and arms crossed over his chest, dressed in all black. Black hoodie with his snapback under the hood. Black, baggy sweatpants. Black converse shoes.

You cleared your throat quietly to contain your excitement, then gingerly made your way towards him. As soon as you were standing in front of him, his head lifted to meet your eyes with a sullen look on his face.

Annyeong,” You timidly greeted him with a small smile.

He frowned at you then with a warning tone, he started, “Y/n…

Immediately, you straightened up then answered, “Yes?” 

For a moment, you both stared at each other. His eyes narrowed at you and you kept your obedient stance, waiting quietly for the scolding you eagerly awaited.

“Follow me,” He went back into the building and you trailed behind him. He led you into his studio where it was warmer. He faced you again and continued to stare at you with the same look. You watched him with sparkling eyes of anticipation.

To your dismay, the scolding didn’t come. Instead Hanbin sighed in defeat then flicked your forehead, making you cry out in pain. “Look at you,” He said as he breathed out another exasperated sigh. “Why do you look happy rather than being sorry?

You peeked up at him then gave him a cute smile. 

He shook his head. “You are really…” Another sigh.

You giggled then took his hand. “I’m sorry. I really am!” You shook his hand repeatedly.

I really don’t think you are though.” He retorted. “Just now you looked like you were expecting something from me instead. What is it?

It’s nothing!” You firmly told him then let out a nervous laugh. You shifted the conversation back to apologizing. “Anyway, I’m really sorry for worrying you, Hanbin. But seriously though, there’s nothing for you to worry about!

Thankfully he took the bait without any suspicions. You didn’t want him to know how weird you were about wanting be scolded by him. He instantly replied with, “Of course there is something to worry about! The world we live in is dangerous you know, y/n. You could be kidnapped or a pervert could appear out of nowhere and—”

You cut him off again, “Hanbin-ah! Are we going to have this conversation again? We’ve talked about this so many times already.” You whined childishly and shook his arm.

“Yes! Because you don’t listen to me. If you would listen to me, we wouldn’t have to repeat this conversation.”

“Then what should I do then?” You changed your tone, feigning irritation but honestly your were amused because your boyfriend was so naggy. “Stay at home and never come out?” You frowned at him and crossed your arms over your chest. 

His demeanor softened and his voice quieted. “No…” His voice trailed off.

You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

It’s just...” He paused then sighed, running a hand over his mouth. His eyes looked into yours and said, “I just want you to be safe. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you or to have you experience anything awful. Sometimes I wish that I could stay by your side 24/7, but we both know I can’t.”

A smile grew on your face, and you took a step closer to him. You looked up at him tenderly and placed your palm over his cheek. He held that hand and leaned into it with his eyes closed, taking a deep breath in.

Then what should we do to give you some peace of mind?” You asked him softly. “I can stop going to the library, but I won’t stop myself from walking to your studio to see you.” His eyes opened and you continued, “Because think about it, if I don’t come and see you here, then we won’t be able to see each other at all. Maybe only a couple times a month, but that’s it.

He had a thoughtful expression on his face for a moment, then a look of realization replaced it, acknowledging that it was a fact. “What should we do..” He mumbled then he placed your hands over his neck and encircled his arms around your waist as he leaned on the desk and pulled you closer.

You hummed in thought then a wild thought appeared. You suggested playfully, “Should I go knock at your dorm and grab one of the members in the middle of the night to walk me here? You’re okay with me walking with someone else at least, right?” 

You giggled when he had a look of displease on his face at the thought. “No.” He pronounced firmly and tightened his hold around your waist. “Definitely not.” Naggy and overprotective.

“Then what else can I do? I don’t want you to come and get me, and disrupt your work.”

He looked at the ground, seriously considering what to do, and you watched as the gears in his brain worked, making you smile at the thought of Hanbin seriously taking this “dilemma” into account.

He sighed and shook his head, “I can’t think of anything. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” He met your eyes again and gave you a smile.

After you google it, you mean?” You retorted with a knowing smile.

His childlike smile that never failed to warm you up inside finally appeared, and he timidly nodded. You both laughed then hugged each other.

Let me know what you find.” You said as you leaned back to look at his face.

He replied with an okay then got up from the desk. “I’ll walk you home this time.

Your eyes lit up and you excitedly asked, “You will? What about work though?

It’s fine. I’ll continue tomorrow.” He turned to shut off the computer and grab his things. Once he put everything to place, he led you out the door and turned off the lights. He held your hand, and you both happily walked back to your shared apartment complex.

I can honestly imagine Hanbin being so naggy LOL such a cutie <3

On a side note: this scenario ended up being something else entirely than what I had planned to write. Oh well, I’ll just have to write that one up too. xD