Summary: Loving Kim Taehyung was just so cruel, since he only saw you as his childhood friend. But after years of wanting him to return your affection, you finally saw the look of love shine on his eyes - but it wasn’t meant for you. No, it was meant for her… Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Genre: Smut, Angst, bestfriend!au, university!au Word Count: 4.5k A/N: Original request here .
Loving Kim Taehyung was like treasuring a forbidden artifact
– you could appreciate it and love it from afar, but you could never touch it,
never have it – just stand still and admire from a distance. Just like the
artifact, he was untouchable and you could never have him the way you always
wished for. Why? Well that was because he was your best friend since you were
toddlers, but that was it.
You two were inseparable. Always playing and working
together, making your classmates assume that you two liked each other. Of
course, every time that accusation was made, you’d both deny it while saying
how gross it was – but even then you knew you were lying.
At the mere age of 14, you realized that you didn’t just
have a silly little crush on him anymore, no, you had fallen deeply in love
with him. But who didn’t? His affectious boxy smile and playful bright attitude
attracted many people towards him over the years, much to your dismay. But
Taehyung always brushed it aside, and kept his attention solely on you. That
is, once you two entered high school, then it all changed for the worse.
Warnings: Objectification of reader (sorta - he means well), Implied smut, smut, Dry Humping, Oral (69), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), training kink (is that a thing?), rough(ish) sex, NSFW gifs under the cut.
Word Count: 3500ish
A/N: This is me proving to myself I still remember how to smut. I haven’t written anything smutty for the longest of times and I have been feeling like it lately. It was harder than I thought getting back into the saddle though. Sorry if it is a bit rough - pun not intended.
It is somewhat inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Shape of You - and maybe a little by the video too.
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“Fuck,” she breathed out, instantly drawing Jensen’s attention. He was sprawled out his couch, waiting for Y/N to return to his side. It was movie night and she hadn’t bothered leaving the room to take the phone call. Jensen never eaves dropped and even if he was to overhear something it wouldn’t matter. There was nothing to two of them hid from each other. Literally nothing.
They had both been single for a while and some drunken night they had come to the conclusion, that helping each other blow off some steam when either of them needed it was much prefered from picking up some random dude or chick at a bar.
“If you want I am game,” Jensen teased her, throwing her his best Dean smirk, making her eyes roll so hard he was sure Jared would hear it across the hall from Jensen’s apartment.
“It’s not funny, Jensen! They offered me the part. I’m gonna be Wonder Woman,” she complained, making Jensen shoot from the couch and wrap her in his arms, spinning her around the air not caring one bit about her objection.
“That’s amazing Y/N/N,” he laughed putting her down but not releasing her from his hold, “what are you so worried about?” Jensen gently stroked her hair away from her face, studying her face and trying to figure out why she wasn’t over the moon about this. She had a tendency to overthink things. He knew that. He literally spent 2 hours on the floor of her bedroom leaning against her bathroom door trying to talk her out after the first night they had slept together.
summary: that was the snag, the inconvenience if you will, Jeon Jungkook had next to no experience with girls. It was his best friend that insisted on dragging the poor boy from the safety of his dorm and to the nearest frat party. But now Jungkook no longer attended the parties instead taking refuge on your couch. He’d find comfort there, stretched out upon his back with your legs on either side of his body, your fingers threading lazily through his hair. virgin!kook
word count: 6,028
warning: usual filth, basically sex ed with kook
It’s the way he stares. Eyes almost childlike, shining with an innocence so pure and wondrous. Resisting the urge to indulge in such vulnerability becomes a daily fight because you stare too, except it’s not sheer curiosity that is fuelling you, it’s unadulterated lust. A passionate yearning that has your heartbeat racing and skin setting alight, a fire so intense you ponder on whether or not he’d soothe it or ignite it further.
Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Jensen Ackles. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life?
Pairing: rockstar!Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1,175
“Well, shit. I was expecting room service but fuck that noise. Wanna be my breakfast, sweet girl?” Jensen sucks in his bottom lip, practically radiating sin while his eyes drink you in. Who the hell answers the door like that? Jensen motherfucking Ackles.
“No thanks.” You smirk in amusement, taking in the rock star’s disheveled but still delicious appearance. This man will make or break your fucking world, you’re still torn which way you want it to go.
“Then how will I know if you’re a good girl or a bad girl?”
“I have to say…you’re even more entertaining than I thought you’d be.” The giggle that slips past your lips erases Jensen’s arrogant smile, a pissed off scowl is now staring back at you.
“I’m too hung over for fucking games. Who the hell are you?” He abruptly snarls, chugging down the vodka hiding in his glass of orange juice.
-so eddie, alternatively to richie’s reaction, never noticed when people were flirting with richie
-because richie (eventually) became the guy everyone kinda knows
-he’s the guy that everyone goes to for a laugh when they’re down or a real good insult to throw back at a bully
-and yeah eddie came out through puberty real well but holy shit
-i don’t care what anybody says, richie comes out of puberty tall and hot as fuck
-he wears band t-shirts and ripped jeans and leather and only wears his nerdy glasses when he’s too tired to put contacts in and his hair oh my god his hair gets so freaking curly i’m gonna commit
-so all the girls eventually start swooning and giving richie their phone numbers and he’s sorta uncomfortable by it because hello he’s in a committed relationship but at the same time it makes him feel kinda good that he’s being noticed
-stan points it out to eddie one day
-“you know julie’s been flirting with him all year right?”
-“what? no they’re just friends”
-“yeah….but she wants to fuck him….it’s public knowledge eddie”
-so he asks around and sure enough, julie whoever/the/fuck is trying to steal richie right out from under him
-and it’s not JUST julie it’s sara and maxine and olivia and beth and blah blah blah
-at first eddie’s mad because how could richie willingly let girls flirt with him
-and then that anger turns into worry because richie is a raging bisexual so not only is he self-conscious when guys flirt with richie but girls too
-and eventually he just gets sad because he already doesn’t think he’s good enough for richie and knowing that this girl is so close to taking away the love of his life just breaks his heart
-so he starts avoiding richie but the trashmouth won’t let that happen because he’s been abandoned by too many people in his life and he’ll be damned if eddie becomes another
-“what did i do, eds? why are you so mad at me?”
-“i’m not mad at you, rich. it’s not your fault”
-“no. we’re not fucking doing this. you’re not just gonna ignore me even though i did nothing wrong. we’re gonna talk about it rationally or we’re gonna end up fighting. one way or another, you’re not leaving.”
-so they talk a little, and fight a little…..
-“so you think just because some random chick wants to profess her love for me means that i immediately feel the same way?”
-“i don’t know, do you?”
-“i barely know her, eddie!”
-and eventually eddie’s nerves are soothed because richie tells him the same stuff he’s told him a million times before
-that he loves him, and just him, and that nothing could ever come between that or get in the way
-but that doesn’t mean eddie isn’t still a little jealous shit and won’t be all over his precious trashmouth whenever he sees someone flirting with him
-after this whole thing it’s like he’s got tunnel vision
-he can sense a desperate girl from a mile away
-so immediately he struts over with his tight pants and starts hanging all over richie
-and he flirts and teases but not so much that richie would be mad that he can’t finish what he started
-mostly just like neck kisses and a tiny itty bitty absolutely minute bit of hair pulling (a LITTLE bit)
Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 3926
Warnings: angsty af, heart-wrenching flashbacks, also you’ll hate Bucky even more yikes, sorry!
Author’s Note: okay, i know this is a repost, but this part will always make me tear up and be ready with a box of tissues tHAT IS A WARNING TAKE IT FROM AN AUTHOR BYE I”LL LET Y’ALL READ NOW
You quietly stand in
the vast balcony, elbows perched up on the cemented railings, looking down on
the moving vehicles, which probably seemed ant size from where you are standing
on the eleventh floor of yours and Bucky’s condo. You don’t know that he is standing
right behind you, admiring you.
A smile pulls at his
lips, watching your face glowing due the thousand twinkling lights caused by
the city before you. You look ethereal and he truly couldn’t care to hide that
fact. You are beautiful, and that’s a statement he never stopped to
claim every day since the day he met you.
Bucky doesn’t know
how long you’ve been standing there, maybe since he came back home and you
opened the door for him and leaned in to place the sweetest kiss on his lips as
a sign of greeting. He struts towards you, pushing his hair back which is still
wet from the shower he just took to kill the exhaustion of the day.
No sooner than he
reaches you, he has his arms around your waist embracing you from behind. His
face nestling the in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he
pressed his silky lips on the skin there. You giggle a little as the cold drops
of water fall from the tips of his hair and slide down your chest.
Warnings: language, sexual frustration, smutarific, masturbation
Word Count: 2.8k
A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-versary Celebration Fic TWENTY. The line requested was, “You’re like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness.” It was requested by @docharleythegeekqueen. It will be highlighted in the fic. I am also including my line for @avasmommy224 Dirty Thirty challenge which is “Don’t knock masturbation. It’s sex with someone I love.” Let’s see if I can’t make this good for everyone. ;) Happy Birthday, Jenn! :D
because i can’t stop writing about my babies when i should be doing work
after lito finally tells hernando and daniela about the cluster, they agree to have a massive movie marathon so his new family can see what has made his old family proud for so long. lito finds he’s actually kind of nervous, the way he used to get back when he was first acting, before he had made a name for himself. neither daniela nor hernando are exactly sure what to expect, but they can tell when it’s no longer lito talking when an excited voice says, “i forgot you did action movies. this is just like jean-claude!”
when will decides he’s going to propose to riley, he also decides he’s going to do everything in his power to try to keep it as a surprise. one day, when she’s visiting with her dad who’s got another layover, he consults with nomi. (she’s the only one of them who’s ever proposed to someone, after all.) they only have so much time before riley will notice the excitement thrumming through nomi and will, so once he’s made up his mind, he knows it has to happen that day. with most of the rest of the money will has in his old saving’s account, he buys her a beautiful sapphire ring. (it’s blue, just like her, and more importantly it’s nothing like the ring magnus got her so many years ago.) what will and nomi don’t know is that at the same time, she has been explaining everything to her dad, wanting him to finally meet the other pieces of her heart who helped make her whole again. so riley and her dad show up, ready to finally begin introductions, when they open the door to find will down on one knee. (the rest of the cluster is off on the sidelines, not wanting to steal the spotlight.)
kala eventually gets wolfgang to watch bollywood movies with her. (by the time this happens, she has already convinced the rest of the cluster to sit through one with her at some point or another.) it’s not that he had never wanted to join her before, but wolfgang always worried that his time with her was limited. with all of the millions of things he wanted to experience with her, bollywood hadn’t exactly been at the top of his list. eventually, though, wolfgang starts to realize that maybe this thing with kala could last. maybe he can start counting his life in years, rather than just surviving each day. once he realizes that he might actually get to have a life outside of his horrible family, he gives in. kala doesn’t bring it up, but she knows what it means that he is finally willing to take the time and do mundane things together. the movie becomes one of their favorites.
felix loses his shit when he finds out about the cluster. at first, he’s hurt and kind of mad at wolfgang for leaving berlin without telling him. but it’s not wolfgang he’s talking to, it’s some random chick from iceland who’s speaking english and somehow got his phone number. and he wouldn’t believe her at all, if not for all the things she knows about him that he’s only ever told wolfgang. (and wolfgang may be many things, but he isn’t a talker. felix knows this woman must know his secrets for a reason.) he doesn’t get what’s going on yet, but he follows the woman’s instructions to go to the netherlands and find them in amsterdam. (it’s a six hour drive, but wolfgang sat by his hospital bed for a lot longer than six hours.) once he gets there, the icelandic chick (riley, he learns her name is) and several others start speaking to him, accents all varying wildly. at one point, he asks them to slow down, he can’t understand everything if they talk all at once, it’s been a while since he had to speak english. another woman, this one with an american accent, apologies for not speaking german with him, that usually they would but…. nomi realizes partway through the sentence that there really is no good way to finish that without explaining everything, so the cluster ends up just sort of blurting it out and doing their best to catch felix up to speed. he’s super confused, but doesn’t ask questions until after they’ve all rescued wolfgang. it’s only after his brother is safe that felix really freaks out on them. (“you’re a psychic and you didn’t TELL ME?” “i’m not a psychic.” “YOU HAVE CONVERSATIONS IN YOUR MIND WITH PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD.”)
The gifset of Dean giving himself that little pep talk from 7x04 inspired me to write this. Dean x Reader, Dean’s POV. Hope you like :)
For fuck’s sake, Dean, you’ve done this a thousand times. You can
charm a woman without even breaking a sweat. Why are you so damn
Because, dumbass, it’s Y/N. This time it’s not some random bar
chick that I’ll probably never lay eyes on again. And I don’t
want to mess things up. I don’t want to do something that’ll make
everything all awkward.
I just want… I just want to be with her. Whatever that means. And I
don’t even know how to say that without making things all fucking
Just tell her the truth. Well, the surface truth. Say you’re bored.
Take a chance.
She doesn’t need to know you hate being in a separate room from
her, that you miss being around her. That you feel not all there when
she’s not around, like a piece is missing. That you’re dying to
touch her. Like really touch her.
Okay. Here’s her door. Just heard a noise, so you know she’s
awake. So knock already.
Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part V)
A/N: The end.
Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.
It has been three days, you were nowhere to be seen and
Reggie is about to lose his goddamn mind. He tried everything from calling you
(which resulted to a lot of voicemails), going to your house (only to be
greeted with an empty one),going to Cheryl’s house (a man can only be kicked
out too many times before he learned his lesson), and even going to every
single one of your classes to see if you attended but you always weren’t.
“Hey Reggie, coach
asked for –“
Reggie muttered, getting his bag and going to your next class. Just to check.
The new kid nearly pissed himself when Reggie snapped at him,
a glare that was all too familiar but still somehow managed to scared the shit
out of him. Smith patted him in the shoulders and shook his head.
“What got his
knickers in a twist? A fight with Veronica or something?”
Smith responded which the new kid, who was learning fast, got immediately.
Reggie was jogging towards (Y/N)’s third period when she saw
the all-too familiar red hair of Cheryl Blossom. He couldn’t explain it but a
mixture of anger and relief was filling up his system. Anger by the fact that
she was probably the main reason why you have completely disappeared out of his
life and relief because he also knew that if somebody knew where you are right
now, it would be Cheryl.
booming voice catching the attention of about fifty students and one Cheryl in
He expected a lot from Cheryl: anger, complete silent
glare but he was not expecting a smile.
her smile turned into a smirk as she saw his intimidating figure stomping
towards her. Oh, she is so ready for this.“Missed me?”
“Missed you, my ass,”
Reggie spat. “Where the hell is
rolled her eyes.“Safe from you, if
that’s what you’re wondering.” She answered making Reggie flinch. Was she always this annoying?
refused to give in to the temptation of making Cheryl talk, one way or another
because he might be an asshole but he will never touch another girl like that.
He sighed. “Stop playing games, Cheryl. Where is she?”
was about to open her mouth when the a door on their right suddenly opened.“Oh, Ms. Blossom,” Reggie looked at
their principal as he went out of his office. Wait, what the hell was Cheryl
doing outside Principal Brown’s office?
“Is there any problem regarding your documents
for the early transfer?”
blood froze. “Transfer?” he asked
but he was ignored by Cheryl.
“Yes, Mr. Mantle.” Principal Brown stated quite proudly. “It is quite a proud moment for Riverdale
High to have two of their students attend the prestigious New York University.
Unfortunately they will have to leave us early this school year to prepare.”
students? No way.“Cheryl?” he nearly pleaded. Begging
her to tell him it was Betty or some random chick he couldn’t care to give two
fucks about that was the other student.
Not his (Y/N).
“Yes, Mr. Brown,” Cheryl beamed, looking at Reggie straight in
the eyes. “Me and (Y/N) will not let you down. When did we ever?”
chill Reggie felt in his spine could not compare to anything he has ever felt
before. It was like all of his nightmares came true all at once. Everything was
white noise after that. He barely even remembered running, could barely
comprehend the shouts of the principal as he ran outside the gates of Riverdale
High and to your house.
was no way. Just no fucking way you
would leave him. You had a plan. Reggie was going to work hard to win the
championship to get his scholarship and you would attend the same university as
him. Reggie and you have saved nearly your whole highschool life so you can get
a shitty apartment near your future school and live together with Reggie.
a plan. You wouldn’t leave Reggie. You
nearly broke down your door from knocking too hard.
“(Y/N)?! MRS. (Y/L/N)?! (Y/N) OPEN UP!”
looked so fast he swore his neck snapped to see your mom getting out of her
car. “What are you doing here?”
“Mrs. (Y/L/N) thank God! Do you know where
(Y/N) is? I just can’t seem to get a hold of her these days and Cheryl was
talking about – about New York and I thought that’s impossible cause –“
“Reggie—Reggie, darling!” Your mom shook him to calm him down. When
Reggie looked at your mother he could swore his heart broke from the pity that
filled her eyes. “I thought she told
No. This is
a dream, a goddamn nightmare. Reggie
couldn’t breathe. It was as if some force removed any oxygen around him and his
head was spinning so fast he could barely comprehend what your mom was saying
or maybe he just didn’t want to hear it.
didn’t want to accept the fact that you left him all alone. It was supposed to
be you and him towards the end. You were supposed to be together.
wasn’t even given the chance to give you your bracelet. He took a glance at the
watch you gave him and realized it was blurry because his eyes were filled with
“I knew I’d find you here.” He straightened up and blinked out his tears
only to see Cheryl already sitting at the bench at their little park. He didn’t
even realize he was walking down here. He rolled his eyes at Cheryl, she’s
probably here to brag all about New York and he really isn’t in the mood for banter
lost his hold on this world and now everything in his life is fucked up. He wasn’t even able to say a goodbye.
Didn’the at least deserve a goodbye?
sighed patting the space next to her and Reggie gave in. “Remember when we used to play here when we were kids and the three of
us and Jason had a whole sandbox for ourselves because even as we were kids we
were three assholes that didn’t want anyone but (Y/N) to play with us?”
looked at the place where their sandbox used to lay which was now turned into a
small pond “Yeah,” he sniffed. “But to be fair you were the only asshole
in that sandbox.”
“You once pushed Archie from the slide because
he gave (Y/N) a flower.” Cheryl
squinted, to prove her point.
rolled his eyes.”He was gonna ask her to
“And then you asked her to marry you, in his
place.” Cheryl said. Reggie sadly cracked a smile.
“And she laughed saying we were too young but
said yes anyway,” Reggie finished the story and closed his eyes. “I remember thinking to myself that maybe
if I was the one who get to marry her then we would never have to be apart.”
“Little Reggie would be pissed if he saw you
now, wouldn’t he?”
“I’d let Little Reggie beat my ass any day if
it means I’ll have her back.”
stayed silent looking around. “I wished
our world remained as big as this playground. In our little sandbox.” Cheryl muttered and Reggie couldn’t
help but glare at her.
“That’s rich, Cheryl,” he snapped, shocking Cheryl. “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t
you get it?! You won! You have (Y/N)!”
“You think I wanted this, Reggie?!” Cheryl screamed at him, standing up. “Hell, do you think she wanted this?! She was willing to give up New York for you! She
declined my offer every goddamn time because she just couldn’t drop your sorry
ass but you somehow managed to fuck
that up too!”
“I made one mistake, Cheryl.” Reggie stood up too. “One.”
“And if you think you’re mistake was ditching
her for seven hours at Pop’s then you’re an even bigger moron than I assumed.” Reggie was confused. “You didn’t just ditch her at Pop’s, Reg. You showed her her place in
your life and made her realize that if you weren’t gonna make her the priority
then she will make herself a priority.”
shook his head in disbelief. “She is my
priority and you know it, Cheryl.”
“What I know and do not know doesn’t matter. I
warned you, Reggie because, unlike you, I actually saw it coming and was not
blinded by some false sense of security that nothing will ever change and that
(Y/N) will always be waiting silently behind me.” Cheryl sighed one last time before fixing
herself. Reggie slumped at the bench, again , head running ten thousand miles
per second. “The world is cruel and
unfair, Reggie. People grow, they change, and they start wondering what the
world outside their comfort zone will look like. Let’s just say we both learned
that the hard way.”
“Just go, Cheryl!” Reggie screamed, hating the truth that was
coming out of her mouth. He didn’t need the truth right now. He needed you
back. Cheryl shook her head and started walking away but turned back.
“Oh, and Reggie.”
spared her one more glance and saw her handing out an envelope. “Here’s your goodbye.”
stared at the white envelope long enough for Cheryl to get in her limo and
teared up when he saw your handwriting, the one you always hated but Reggie
thought was beautiful. He opened the envelope with shaking hands.
Hey there big boy,
couldn’t help the chuckle that went out of his mouth. God, he’s gonna miss you.
Did that make you laugh? You laughed didn’t
you? I’m sorry I suck at writing letters but I’m an even bigger idiot when I
speak so let’s go to the lesser of two evil.
I’m so sorry, Reg. I know you probably hate me
and I’m going to admit it right now that I’m a coward because I am. I am scared to face you because I knew if I
told you that I was leaving for New York you would’ve stopped me and I would’ve
let you but I can’t do that anymore, Reg. I’m sorry. I needed to grow up and I
can’t do that if I am always with you, if you are always there to protect me.
I have been keeping a secret from you, Reg. You
see, I’m not that great of a friend. You might object (I hope you do, you ass)
and tell me that I’m the best friend you have ever had but that’s where everything
will go to shit, Reg. I’m not a good friend because I didn’t want to be just a
good friend to you. I didn’t even realize it then but I have been using our
friendship as an excuse for my affections towards you but now I’m letting it
all out: I love you, Reg. And I meant that in the most non-platonic way
possible. I thought I could keep it, I thought it would disappear and I can
just pretend that everything is fine and dandy but clearly I was wrong.
I love you, Reggie Mantle and you have no idea
how sorry I am for that. I did not leave as payback or to make you feel bad. I
left because I need to. I need this. I need to see a life outside of you,
Reggie because due to recent events I saw just how impossible it would be for
me to remain in yours forever. The world doesn’t work that way and sooner than
later we would have been ripped apart and I would be left with nothing.
None of this is your fault, my love. This was
my decision to make and I’m sorry if I hurt you in any way. Despite it all, I
hope we meet again some time in the future where we will be who we are supposed
to be and we can rebuild this relationship that was never supposed to end. Somewhere,
someday we will cross again, how and when it will happen will not matter, what
matters is that, at that time, we will be right for each other. We will already
be a better version of who we are today and we need to separate for us to reach
I wish you nothing but the best, Reggie,
because you deserve it. And I hope you too will find happiness beyond our
little town in Riverdale. I’ll see you on the outside, it’s a date.
was a mess. Your confession was something he never expected but has been
crawling at the back of his mind for a long time now. He knew that what he had
with you was something special and he didn’t need Cheryl or Archie or Veronica
to say that for him to notice. What you had with him was different because you
were special. It was sick, the way he loved it when girls would whine at him on
how he always spends time with you like they had any right because they didn’t.
they were nothing compared to you, to his girl, and just like you he had been
banking on the fact that you two have always been like that to suppress his feelings, to use it as an excuse for the one
thing he was so afraid of: love. He was so afraid to love you because in his
eyes you were you and he was Reggie and being just Reggie gave him no right to even dream of loving you. You were
smart and beautiful and so fucking
perfect and he was just some clueless jock who got you in his life by some
dumb luck. When it comes to you he didn’t want to risk anything and in turn that was what caused you to leave.
you were right but he couldn’t help but still want you back. There should’ve
been another way where he didn’t have to lose you but he knew it was useless. Cheryl
was right, he is a moron. He was so blinded by the fact that you were always there on his side that he did not
even try to prospect the possibility of you leaving and now he is slapped by
the reality of it. He should’ve said those three little words you wanted to
hear a long, long time ago. God knows he
loved you too, so much, too much. But he had no time to mourn because just
as you said you will meet again. What happened cannot be undone and if he wants
to have a face to show you when the time comes, if he really want to earn the
right to ask you to become officially his then there was only one thing to do
IMAGINE: Justin comforting you after something happens at the Winter Formal
Up til now, the night had been going very well. I’d been excited about the dance for weeks now. A cute senior even asked me to be his date, which I accepted. I was having a good time dancing and having fun until I saw my date making out with some random chick.
Instead of going up and confronting him, which I would have normally done, I ran out of the hall with tears pricking at my eyes. I wasn’t very upset, just humiliated. I didn’t even care that much, why was I crying?
I had been standing alone in the dark hallway for a few minutes when I heard the door open and close again. I quickly wiped my tears away, which had fallen down my cheeks despite the useless attempts at stopping them.
“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?” I heard the concerned voice of my best friend, Justin Foley, behind me.
I turned around and smiled weakly. “Yeah I’m fine thanks Justin. Go back in and enjoy the dance.”
“You’re not fine.” He stated, stepping closer to me to wipe away yet another rogue tear with his thumb.
“So, you and Jess seem close. ” I said, attempting to change the subject.
He laughed. “Nice try, but you’re not changing the subject.”
He took another step closer and wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back. We stood in each others arms for a while, not saying anything.
Justin and I had been best friends since we we’re kids. We’re always together, people even thought we were dating for a while. He’d been there for me throughout the hard times and so had I for him. He often crashed at my place when he was having problems at home. My parents have basically adopted him.
“You’re the best.” I whisper.
“I know I am.” I feel him smile. “But you’re better. I love you.”
-I know you think Aelin and Rhys would be the ultimate Brotp but have you thought of CASSIAN AND AEDION??? I feel like in another life they would’ve been fuck buddies. Just putting it out there.
-And FENRYS AND CASSIAN??? The best of the friends.
-Like Aedion and Fenrys would slot perfectly into our bat trio it’s lovely.
-I feel like Rowan and Azriel would understand each other on a spiritual level. Like something that transcends their different universes. It would’ve gone something like Azriel: Woman are so hard to understand. Rowan: Fuckin tell me about it.
-AMREN AND MANON GUYS. Like people would be honestly terrified to go into rooms when they are together. Except Elide. She would scoff and act like the two woman are kittens that have escaped their enclosure.
-Feyre, Mor and Amren would stop and stare eyes wide the moment they saw Fenrys and Connall together. They’d just mutter “Twins? Twinssssss.” Over and over again.
-Despite the fact that they are all in loving relationships they don’t mind appreciating the obvious good looks of everyone else. However all it takes is one up and down look towards Rowan from Mor at the wrong moment and Aelin snaps. She is the most territorial Fae to ever have lived and the growl she shoots towards Mor makes Feyre go to Mor’s side and bare her own teeth. Upon seeing Feyre, Lysandra backs up Aelin and alllllll the men in the room collectively shit themselves over the possibility of these women fighting each other.
-It blows over after Lil Evangeline stalks up to Lysandra and pulls her down by her sleeve and whispers something in her ear. Lysandra nods and asks the room where the closest bathroom is. Lucien smiles politely and offers to escort the ‘Little Lady’ (unsurprising Rhys came up with that one) to the bathroom. He holds out his arm for her to take like any gentleman would but she just gasps when she sees him and excitedly says “We match!!” While pointing at the scars on their faces. It breaks the hearts of everyone in the room that Little Lucien and the Little Lady have so much in common. Elain gets especially sad and walks forward and crouches down so that she can be eye level with Evangeline when she talks to her. With that the tension in the room disappears.
-So like everyone’s met Dorian and Manon and no one can quite figure out if they’re a thing or not??? Like Dorian is this beautiful affectionate soul and Manon is lowkey a monster? Not even a nice monster she’s barely pleasant to anyone. It’s not until they all sit down for dinner or something and Nesta (one of the people Manon likes) and Dorian politely asks her if he can sit there instead. She says yes of course and Dorian sits down and they all start eating in their merry way. Everyone’s eyeing Manon and Dorian (who are subtly holding hands under the table) and she’s honestly so sick of it so when he’s finished eating she turns his face towards her and kisses him hard and deep, pretty much answering anyone’s questions about their relationship. (Feyre and Rhys also catch Manon whispering to Dorian how much she’s loves him when she thinks no one can hear her and the pair find it quite cute honestly.)
-Rhys and Feyre don’t know whether to like Aelin or be deathly terrified of her. It’s not until they go to the Rainbow and Aelin embraces the music and life that they figure out she’s just like them and no one that appreciates music that much can be that bad.
-There’s this one very emotional night where they all tell each other their stories. There’s no one in the room who hasn’t gone through something horrible and traumatising and speaking about it with people who really understand is nice. Rhys understands how Aelin can be horribly upset about her past even though she lived in wealth. He understands how she could still care even if she 'wasn’t suffering as much as other people’.
-Lorcan and Azriel always run into each other in the middle of the night. Like they’re both fetching stuff for their wives but are to cautious to talk to one another. Eventually they do talk to each other when they run into each getting midnight snacks and they actually get on really well. Lorcan understands the dark side to Azriel that he struggles to deal with and Azriel understands how difficult it can be having a unique and rare power.
-Look, I’m not saying there would be kinky foursomes. But I’m also not saying there wouldn’t be kinky foursomes.
-Everyone agrees that Fenrys and Connell are the most the most beautiful things to ever be born.
-So the Cadre are all serving Aelin and wouldn’t have it any other way but it’s also really nice for them to see someone else who is a great ruler and who sincerely cares about that fate of their kingdom.
-Chaol is fast friends with Tarquin. Both men are new untested/unexpected leaders trying their best to make a difference.
-Our bat trio challenges Dorian and Chaol to a game of cards thinking they could swindle them but little do they know Dorian’s been doing that to people for years and Chaol’s always been there to back him up. It’s a super intense game that either side is constantly winning and losing.
-Feyre takes Aelin to that one shop. You know, the one with the underthings. Aelin goes wild and buys so much lingerie that Feyre has to help her carry it back.
-Mor feels put out that there’s another strong blonde woman taking the attention of her friends but all it takes it one conversation about clothes and Aelin and Mor become besties.
-Cass and Aedion have a HUGE conversation for hours swapping war tactics and comparing Cassian’s armies to Aedion’s bane. They then have a huge session where they show off all their scars and the stories associated with them all.
-Lys turns into different people just to fuck with them. Like the inner circle all know that Lys and Aedion together but when they see Aedion kissing some random chick they’re positivity scandalised. And then there’s this Ghost Leopard just following him around and no one knows where it came from. Lys changes into random woman like Aelin of Mor and messes around and waits for someone to notice.
-Feyre gives Dorian lessons on how to harness his power. Because she has magic from all courts she’s the closest person he’s ever met to having raw magic and to mastering it so she’s actually really helpful. (More helpful than Rowan even).
-Lucien and Aelin go head to head with their fire magic. They end up just messing around though and playing jokes then it being an actual competition.
-They all just slot so well together and all enjoy branching out to all these new friends when previously they’ve all been more or less secluded to the same group.
You were an actress, you started acting at only 10 years old and when you were 14 you got your first resident role, on Supernatural. It was a dream come true, mainly because you got a real role, one you were really proud of. And because you gained a new family. The other actors, the crew and even the fans. They loved your character the moment you walked into the scene and owned it the badass teen hunter you were.
The person you became the closest to, however, was Jared Padalecki. He was like your second father. Dad jokes included and he insisted on embarrassing you at conventions, or even just in front of the rest of the cast.
She rolled onto her side, snuggling up to him and he couldn’t help but smile. A ray of sunshine hit her face and he stroked her cheek. It was impressive how well he had memorized her face. He knew everything about it. And when he would close his eyes, he could see every detail because that was the only way he was able to survive a whole world tour without her by his side.
It was a slow day; rain was falling from the dark blue sky.
So it ended up to be a lazy day for you and Calum. But of the course the boys
decided that it was the perfect day to come over. You were laying on yours and
Calum’s shared bed watching some random chick flick that was on tv. You heard a
commotion of footsteps coming up the stairs then four boys bust into the room.
You smile to them then pay your attention to shirtless Ryan Gosling on the
screen. Calum digs threw the closet to give something to the Luke then the boys
say their goodbyes to you and Cal. Leaving you alone in the room once again
until you hear Calum walk up the stairs and stand in the doorframe responding to
something on his phone. You had to admit he still looked amazing even in a grey
long-sleeved shirt that hugged his biceps so well and black gym shorts, you had
no clue how he wasn’t freezing his ass off but you decided not to question him
on it. “You know staring is rude, right Y/N?” He asked with a smug grin
plastered onto his golden skin. You blushed and looked away and felt the bed
dip indicating Calum finally got on the warm bed. You felt his cold hands creep
under the blanket onto your thigh, “Calum your hands are cold move them please.”
You said shoving his hands off for the third time after him putting them back. “Nu
Uh you’re warm angel.” He said placing a kiss on your neck. He knew what pet
names did to you and he was talking full advantage of it and you knew it. “Cal
let me finish this movie and we can do whatever you want my love, I promise.” He
would normally try and wait but today he was cocky and kept going with the
kisses on your neck every one getting sloppier than the last. You let out a
light moan and the fuled in even more, “You know the boys said they don’t think
I can make you cum without using my hands or cock, I think I could.” He said between
every kiss. You always had a thing for thighs more importantly Calum’s thighs.
They are just so toned and thick complimented by a warm golden color, thigh
riding has been brought up in your guys relationship before but It was never a
serious thing, you always saying how much you love them and how much you would
wanna ride them but Cal would normally just laugh it off. You smirked knowing
that today would work in your favor so you paused your movie and moved from the
warm fluffy banked to straddle Calum. He chuckled knowing he won you over and
you started leaving kisses around his neck leaving love bites here and there
but not high enough for anyone to see knowing he has interviews the next day. “Does
this mean I get to ride your thigh Daddy?” You whispered in his ear, a moan
automatically leaving his mouth at the name you called him. “Mhmm Princess you
wanna get off on my thigh huh? You wanna rub your sweet pussy on my thigh till
you cum?” He said looking you dead in the eyes. You nodded your head vigorously
while taking your shirt off. Calum thre his head back letting a low groan out
as he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. His hands instantly went to them massaging
and pinching at your nipples. Out of instinct your hips started grinding onto
his cloth covered dick but he grabbed your hips stopping you. “Nu Uh princess
get up and take those shorts and panties off for me would yeh?” He said
grabbing your chin with a smug smile. You got up with no hesitation and
stripped down to nothing while Calum watched you palming himself. He patted his
right thigh as a que for you to straddle it. You shoved up his shorts so you
would have room and he grabbed your hips lowering you onto him. You moaned at
the sudden pressure on your clit. “You okay peaches?” He asked and you nodded
as his hands started guiding your hips to move on his thighs. You put your
hands on his chest to balance yourself and starting grinding soon his removed
his hands, you whimpered at the loss of his hands. You always liked having his
hands on you at all times. He grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him
while moans left your mouth. He gave you a quick couple kisses before putting
his hands behind his head cockily. “Look at you all worked up just but my
thigh. Who would’ve kwon my thighs can make pretty little Y/N a moaning mess.” He
let out a chuckled and moved his knee up a little so more pressure would be applied
to your clit. “Don’t get so cocky Hood I can make you cum by just sitting on
your lap and moving my ass.” You said as you felt the knot in your stomach get
tighter and arms start to give out. “C’mon babe I can tell your close just look
at the mess you’ve mad on my leg.” He said taking a finger swiping up some of
your juices and licking them off and returning the hand behind his head
alongside his other one. You started getting sloppier and loosing rhythm knowing
you were going to lose it and any second. “Babe cum all of my thigh make a mess
on me, I know you want too.” As if that were a cue you came moaning his named
loudly like it was the only word you knew how to say. Your arms gave out and
you collapsed onto his chest and you soon felt his hands wrap around and rub
your back. “You okay Angel?” He asked as you tried controlling your breathing.
You nod in response and soon Cal rolls you off of him and walks away and you
hear the sink faucet run and you open your eyes and see Calum holding a rag
walking to you, “Gonna clean you up alright?” You nodded and let out a moan of
relief as you felt the warm cloth against your pussy. He pressed light kissed
to your thigh then the the rag into the laundry bin. You sat as soon as Calum
sat back down. You went to pull down his pants but he stooped you. “Calum you didn’t
come.” You said confused. “You don’t know that.” You laughed “Are you saying I
made Calum hood without touching him as well?” He blushed and hid his face in
your neck pulling you down to cuddle him. “Lets take a nap and forget you made
me cum by just looking at you okay? Okay!” You laughed and soon dozed off with
a pretty boy next to you.
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Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Y/L/N (Reader), Officer Jacobs (OMC), Officer Wheaton (OMC), Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Garth Fitzgerald, John Winchester, Thomas Y/L/N (OMC), Dominique Sandgren (OFC).
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1.5kish
Warnings: AU, Language, Angst, slow build up (more warnings would be included in future chapters)
Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @nichelle-my-belle aka my beauty, Nichelle’s Angst Challenge! I got the prompt: “She was an angel craving chaos, he was a demon seeking peace.” I really hope you guys like it and stick around for the ride!
**Also, huge thank you to @neversatisfiedgirl for reading over this and giving me the confidence to post it like this.** -This will be a series-