do i let her down easy


deon: um… do i have something on my face??

zia: what?… no why?…

deon: because i feel like you’ve been staring at me for like 5 minutes now what the hell are you looking at!!

zia: oh, i’m not looking at you dummy… i’m looking at the girl that’s checking you out?? [laughs]

deon: what?! what girl-

zia: that ginger barista girl over there, she basically hasn’t stopped staring since we got here… better go let her down easy before she gets her hopes up baby boy!!

deon: i… i don’t think she’s looking at me z…

indigo: [smirks] yeah i’m pretty sure she’s lookin at you, sis

zia: i-i doubt that, why would she be looking at me??…

deon: [laughs] why do you think, binch??????

zia: [blushes] omg shut up!!! i’m leaving you guys are so annoying bye

Take a Chance

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 nervous?

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 weird.

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.

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Desperate for Love [Suga Angst]

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

“Desperate for love is a weak emotion.” 

You wanted him to grab your hand, hold it and make you feel loved and warm just by the slight touch. You wanted him to look at you, like you were the only girl for him, the only one who could capture his heart. You wanted to have those lips on yours, giving you the first kiss worth remembering. You wanted him to love you, feel the same for you as you felt for him.

Min Yoongi was cold when you knew that deep down, he was a warm hearted person who cared. Under all that fake stone hard face, you knew there was once a different Yoongi. Although he was rude and mean towards everyone, including you, you still found yourself in deep, deep love.

You wished that you could say that you could see who the nice Min Yoongi was. But you couldn’t. He wasn’t readable. His mysterious vibes and personality was something any other human would avoid. He wasn’t someone you wanted to involve yourself in.

The problem was, you couldn’t keep yourself away from him.

He was beautiful.

He was beautiful with whatever scar he had over his heart that made him the way he was.

Min Yoongi was your roommate of three years and through all those years, never once have you heard him laugh or seen him smile. He didn’t do smiles, he smirked.

Since the day he moved into your apartment after contacting you and asking if you were still hiring out the guest room, you had accepted him after searching up him on Facebook. He was hot, was your first thought when that profile picture of him appeared on your screen, late that evening.

Now, three years later, it still felt like you knew as much about him as you knew three years ago, nothing much, even if you were now his girlfriend of a month.

After years of threats and deals from your side, you were now his girlfriend but that didn’t mean that he was any different. He still made it pretty clear that the two of you should keep your lives separately although you lived in the same apartment.

“Food’s ready!” You shouted and placed down the two plates of creamy pasta that you had made for yourself and Yoongi.

A few minutes later, Yoongi appeared with a towel over his shoulders, his hair still wet from the shower. Your eyes automatically travelled down his tight fitting tee before up to his well sculpted face again. “Uhm- Here.” You said, blushing before giving him his fork.


You nodded and sat down in front of him on one of the bar stools.

This was what he could do to you. One moment you could be perfectly fine, talking like a normal person and even singing to one of your favourite songs. But whenever he looked that good, which was basically everyday, you couldn’t help but fangirl over your own boyfriend, on the inside.

“How was your day?” You asked, taking a bite from your pasta.


Once again, you nodded and bit your bottom lip, not knowing what to say next since he didn’t ask you about your day.

“I had a great day today, I went to the interview I told you about two days ago. You know the one for the skin care company?” That somehow caught his attention because he looked up to you from his phone with raised eyebrow.

“The Face Shop?” You nodded, gulping down some water. “Yeah, that one. I know you told me not to apply for that work but there’s absolutely no other choice. I’ve been trying to find a job - for what - over a year now.”

“I told you I don’t want you to work at that place. You can find another job, Y/N.” He said, looking at you with a seriousness that you had never seen him in before.

“Why? I need money and they’re kind enough to let me work there. I’ve met the boss as well. She’s really kind and she’s young, perfect. I don’t want to get into a fight with an old lady again.” I explained, remembering back to my previous job that I said up from because of the bossy bitch of an owner.

The fork he was holding on was set down with a thud before he stood up, his breathing hard.

“I’ll tell you once again, Y/N. I don’t want you to work there and it’s best if you listen to me.” He warned, making you completely shocked. “What?”

“Listen, we can find you another job, okay?”

“No. This is my chance, Yoongi. My boss even told me that she was going to pay me more if I could do my work. I won’t just give that up because you said so. And what’s up with that tone? Why would you use that tone with your… with your girlfriend?”

“You gotta be kidding me,” he sighed and pulled a hand through his hair. “Are you using that against me right now? So what if you’re my girlfriend? Do you even consider this as a relationship? Have you even had a boyfriend before? How childish are you, Y/N?!” Shocked and angry, you stood up as well and walked over to his side, facing him.

“So what if I consider this as a relationship? So what if you’re my first boyfriend? So what if I’m being childish? At least I’m not being moody twenty-four seven, like you!” You snapped, glaring at him.

He didn’t even budge a bit. He just stared at you. Before he burst out into laughter.

If it was any day but that day, you’d be happy to finally hear his laugh but then you realized that this wasn’t a laugh that told you that this was all a joke, that he was just kidding, that everything had been a prank.

No, it was a humorless one and you hated it more then his stone hard, careless face.

“Agreeing to this ridiculous thing was a big fucking mistake. You’re naive, bothersome and nothing but a big fucking mistake. You’re desperate, Y/N.” He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth before throwing it on the not up eaten plate of pasta. He was turning around, stalking towards his room when you decided that it was enough.

“Do you even like me, Min Yoongi? Or am I just what you just called, naive, bothersome and a fucking big mistake? Oh, and let’s not forget desperate. Is that everything you see in me?” You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. This was not a time to look like a loser.

“That’s exactly what I think of you, Y/N. The only reason I agreed to the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing was because I felt bad for you. You’re desperate for me to show you any kind of affection and it got annoying, I had to do something. And then you’re naive, not even realising that I don’t want anything to do with you.”

You took a few steps towards him with your clenched fists by your side to keep you sane. “Why are you like this? Why are you treating me like I’m nothing when all I’ve done is to care for you?”

He looked at you and something in his eyes flicked before it vanished and he was back to his stone cold face. But this time, there was a frown on his face.

“You want to know why?” He asked before continuing without even waiting for my response.

“You’re not my style. You’re not someone I can fall in love with. You’re childish and annoying and carefree. You fall too easily and you love too hard.”

It hurt, what he said, it hurt like a thousands of needles just went through your whole body before repeating the same process for several times. God. “That’s not the only reason, isn’t it?” You asked, challenging him to confess everything.

“There’s more than those things about me, right? You’re cold to everyone. You’re rude and you don’t care about people who cares for you. Why are you like this, Min Yoongi? Why do you treat people like they’re not worth a shit?” With each question, you took a step closer to where he stood, just outside his room.

He seemed shocked about your questions because something flicked in his eyes once again, but this time, it stayed. He looked so fragile that you were afraid that he was going to break. You had never seen him react to something you said like that. He’d usually just ignore it because, apparently, you were annoying.

“Answer the damn question, Min Yoongi.” You said, this time, you took two big steps until you were a few feet away from him. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”


“You’re not her.”

It was enough but he didn’t stop there.

“You’re not her and you will never be her. You’re name’s not Ji Hyo. You don’t have her short, wavy hair. You don’t look like her and you don’t even have the same accent. You don’t have dresses and you don’t use make up. You’re desperate for my attention when I was the one desperate for her attention.” His eyes softened but his shoulders stiffened, as well as his whole body.

“Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts just by knowing that she could still have such an affection on you everyday because of her damn company?! Her face is everywhere I go and now, I’ll need to hear about her from your mouth as well?” You gulped and watched as his forehead made a small crease between his eyebrows.

“I love her even when she’s not here but I don’t love you even when you’re here, constantly. I miss her when the last thing I want is to see her but I don’t miss you even if you leave home for days. I need her as if she’s my oxygen but I don’t need you even if you give me everything that I need. I want her like she’s some kind of obsession but I don’t want you, because you’re too easy.”

“Stop, please, stop.” You said, collapsing down on the floor when you felt like your legs would give out any time.

He looked down at you before saying something that would break you and leave scars all over.

“I will never be able to let her go, like I can let you go.”


Hello my butterflies!

Hope you guys are doing great and enjoying your weekend. I’ve missed you guys dearly, I’ve missed writing one shots and spending some time here on tumblr. 

And tomorrow’s bangtanboysoneshot7′s seventeenth anniversary! Wow, it’s been over a year since we started this blog and I’ve met so many great people here and improved my writing as well as gotten steps closer to ARMY and BTS by heart. 

I hope you enjoyed this one shot, please let me know if you did by giving it a heart and if you want a part 2, please let me know about that as well! 

I miss & love you loads! Please take care! ~


Jungkook thinks about the night you spent together.

Originally posted by kookie-bts

word count: 3.8k
genre: smut

Monster – one | two

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anonymous asked:

Please explain why Lexa is a bottom? Honestly just don't see it haha

oh sweetheart how do you not see it, i mean look

Originally posted by criskomtrikru

Lexa knelt for Clarke, without being asked, not for appearances or allegiances, just for Clarke’s sake. that shit right there? bottom action af. 

Originally posted by hedal-exa

this right here? heda af, i can see how you’d mistake her for a top, but….

Originally posted by queercandle

…this???? her entire body language just screams bottom to me. that doesn’t take away from her being Heda and Commander, anything but - in my opinion, her being in such a position of power, and harsh power at that, only makes it more logical and rational that in her personal life, especially with something as exposing and intimate as sex, she’d be less in control. being Heda wasn’t a position she aspired to, it was something that was thrust at her, and she did rise to the occasion and beyond it. the way i see it, and the way it does appear in the canon, Lexa and Heda are two separate identities - Heda is who she is expected to be, the character she plays when she puts on the Helm of Awe and her sash and her war paint, and Lexa….Lexa is who she is. a young girl, unsure entirely of what she wants and what she can have with her difficult life situation, a girl who enjoys body glitter and night dresses and who cries when pretty girls kiss her, and a bottom (and a sub, too, but that’s another part that i won’t discuss here)

also, just in the Clexa dynamic, it fits. to me Clarke’s pretty obviously a top - it’s easy to see that she’d be wanting to have more of the control during sex, that she’d find pleasure in having Lexa completely surrendered to her, having her all spread out and maybe pinned down beneath her. i don’t see Lexa enjoying having Clarke surrendered to her; she conquers and forces people to surrender in her ‘day job’, when it’s time to relax i doubt she’d want to be reminded even a little of what she does otherwise, let alone doing anything like pinning down the woman she loves. it’s just not in her nature to be this ‘harsh rough top’ that parts of the fandom like to write her as, but then again this is my opinion and they’re entitled to theirs - in the end, it’s a matter of perspective. 

Originally posted by alyciaismywife

but for more proof……..she tilts her head to allow Clarke easier access to her mouth. she’s leaning backwards, Clarke’s pushing forward, pushing her towards the bed - and Lexa lets her, because, deep down, she’s the bottomest bottom to ever bottom. she wants to worship Clarke, that much is obvious whether you think she’s a bottom or top, but, really….it’s easiest to worship a queen by offering your face to her as her throne, and, well…if Lexa’s on the bed and Clarke’s riding her face, it’s pretty obvious which one of the two is the bottom, don’t you think?

(in case it wasn’t clear, it’s Lexa. she’s a bottom.)

|| Yours To Cherish || [[smut]]

{summary: you are his to cherish alone, and you’ll be damned if you let another woman take him away from you.}

to those of you who have sent me some new nsfw peter parker headcanon asks, i’ll get to them tomorrow because my plan with those is to do three posts a day so that it won’t come out as too much clutter on everyone’s dashes :D I’m not ignoring them, I promise you I’m not ignoring them! I’m saving them ;w; so if you have anymore headcanons you want to send me, then bring them in !!

now let’s delve into this guilty pleasure series [♥]

[ {I’m Yours} series tagging list ]: @marvel-fanfiction , @sea-kale , @acunningstargazer , @imagine-thingsandstuff , @sebatianstanisbae , @boom-boombang (if you wish to be added to this series’ tag list, let me know in a reply or an ask!)

warnings: masturbation, smut, blow jobs

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Cliché


I don’t have a specific story line to request but I really really really need Reggie x reader angst that ends in fluff. If you can’t do this without a specific plot it’s fine!

A/N: I was writing another fic then this spilled out and I didn’t fit the other fic that well, so I decided to turn it into this and hopefully you guys like it. I don’t know if this angsty enough though. Enjoy and I’ll update my masterlist later. Sorry for the delay in posting I have been sick and finals have arrived. Have a lovely day you beautiful majestic creatures/humans/witches/wizards whatever you want to be. If you’re following me and I haven’t followed you back slide in my ask or inbox and tell me please. 😍 I was supposed to post this yesterday but apparently there is a limit to how much a person can post within a day (blame Tumblr not me).

Words: 2500

Summary: You and Reggie have been friends since as long as you can remember. You both like each other but won’t admit it until Chuck messes with you.

Spoilers: Like one swear word I think. Reggie being protective af.

“So you guys have been inseparable since your childhood and never dated, or even thought of it” Veronica continued as you sighed at the reference that was always directed at you.

You’ve been best friends with Reggie Mantle for as long as you could remember.

That phrase always directed towards you both and it made you groan annoyingly at the person who directed it to you. You couldn’t understand why people couldn’t see that a guy and a girl could totally have a platonic relationship.

You loved Reggie as a friend, and you were pretty sure he felt that too. Sure you had a flirty way of communication towards each other, but you had always been like that.

“Were just friends. Best friends for that matter, can we just drop that” you spoke hating when people expected you to be a bigger cliché.

You couldn’t stand clichés you already were one, the sweet girl that kept to herself and tried to get along with everyone; although you always had Reggie who stood up for you if anything ever happened. That being the biggest cliché, being somewhat popular having a jock best friends who made sure you were always protected.

Growing up though Reggie got handsome and you contemplated your feelings, but pushed them aside because you couldn’t stand being so ordinary and becoming a bigger cliché.

“So, he’s available” the raven haired girl hinted at you.

“From what I know, yes” you answered you took a sip of water.

“So can I have his number?” Veronica continued giving you her phone as you placed in Reggie’s number.

The bell rang indicating that lunch was over and you all made your ways to class.

You were going to be late to class since you forgot your notebook at your locker. The hallway being empty because everyone was now in class, or so you thought.

You soon became startled by a hand brushing against your behind as you turned shocked as to what just happened.

“WHAT THE HELL CHUCK!” you exclaimed as he smiled all you wanted to do now was go home and put on some pants instead of the flowy dress that was on you.

“Pipe down (Y/N), it was an accident” he lied as you saw from the side of your eye that the rest of the football team leaving the locker room after their meeting.

“Just leave me alone, and don’t you ever come near me again” you hissed at him not wanting to make a scene.

“What’s going on (Y/N)?” Reggie made his way to you with worry and anger flooding his eyes.

“Nothing Reg, it’s fine, I’m fine” you reassured him not wanting him to get in a fight with his fellow teammate.

“Yeah I handled things pretty well” Chuck spoke with a devilish smirk on his face not even sorry about what he did and that made you feel more violated than ever.

“How dare you?! You asshole!” you continued at him while slapping his face and Reggie pulled you away.

“Chuck what did you do?” Reggie questioned his teammate.

“Oh, C’mon Reggie she was asking for it” Reggie’s blood boiling not knowing to what he was referring but nobody spoke about you that way not with him around, not ever “don’t act innocent ever since the day she started developing your eyes linger longer than ever too” Chuck continued as Reggie threw the first punch.

It almost was a full on fight until the coach Clayton emerged and broke it up protecting his kid.

“Don’t come near her again I swear your dad won’t be able to save you every time” Reggie hissed as you two were dismissed from school.


You both walked to your house quietly, until he finally broke the silence.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry, I just, I hate how I wasn’t there to protect you. (Y/N) you have to tell me what he did” he spoke with worry in his eyes you stayed quiet “(Y/N/N) I know you hate it when I fight, but I hate it when people mess with the things I care about.”

“I- h- he-, I just want to go home and put some pants on” you ignored the question not wanting him to go crazy as you opened the door to your house.

“I’m going to go change, be right down” you proclaimed.

You changed and made your way to the kitchen as Reggie was making himself a sandwich.

“(Y/N), you have to tell me what he did, please, I’m your best friend” this time he ordered and you sighed in defeat.

“You can’t go fuming mad man on him Reggie, or I swear I won’t ever trust you again” you lied knowing you had to tell him before anyone tried to mix up the story as he nodded.

“He- uh- he touched my ass” you spoke softly looking into his eyes hurt in them for what had happened to you.

Reggie grabbed you by the waist pulling you into a hug, and you thought that maybe he wouldn’t go hulk on Chuck although you kind of wish he would because he deserved it.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)” Reggie whispered to you as he ran out of your home and you couldn’t catch up to him.


An hour later you heard the doorbell ring as you opened the door to reveal Reggie with blood in his knuckles and a small scratch on his forehead. You smiled internally because you knew Chuck got the worse of it, but worry is what showed in your eyes as you pulled him in to the kitchen as you looked for the first-aid kit.

“Dammit Reggie, what did you do?” you asked knowing the answer, as you climbed the counter to reach the kit and you missed a step and he caught you.

“You don’t deserve being treated like that (Y/N/N)” he pointed out still holding on to you.

He finally settled you down as you cleaned up his wounds.

“Look you have to keep quiet about this, we both got in trouble at school for going against Chuck” you pronounced soon to be cut off by him.

“No (Y/N), I can’t do that, you’re my girl, nobody messes with us” he raged.

“No Reg, I know what he did was wrong, but this, if the school finds out. They will call my mom, look I don’t want any more trouble. If my mom finds out I- I- Reggie, please you’re my guy too, you know that. I just want to forget about this.” you pleaded as you heard your mom pull up in the driveway.

“(Y/N) what is this about you slapping Chuck Clayton at school today, and why did I have to find out from a call from the principal and not you” Your mom interrupted you and Reggie as she stepped in the house.

“Shit” you mumbled under your breath and stayed quiet.

“Well are you going to tell her?” Reggie added with anger in his voice not wanting you to keep quiet about this whole ensemble.

“Reggie shut up!” you ordered.

“He touched your ass (Y/N), that’s harassment!” Reggie stated harshly and your mother stood there with wide eyes.

“Look mom I didn’t want to tell you because I- its embarrassing okay! I- Don’t you hear what they say about the girls that this happens to. They get slut-shamed even if they’re like me and never have gone out with anyone. It’s so degrading and I can’t stand it, but I hate getting myself or even other people in trouble. Yes even if it’s Chuck and he wasn’t sorry because I hate conflict” you finished tears finally leaving your eyes.

“Oh honey, you’re not a slut. You are not anything they will try to say about you.” your mom pulled you into a hug “but we all need to speak to the principal about what really happened that boy needs to learn there will be consequences to his actions.”

“No mom Reggie is going to get more in trouble if we do, he just went on a punching spree on Chuck” you added as your mom pulled away from the hug and gave a small hug to Reggie.

“Did you get him good?” your mom encouraged.

“MOM!” you chuckled at her comment.

“Well, I need to know that if he’s going to get in trouble it’s going to be worth it” she explained.

“So worth it” Reggie gushed as he brought you both in for a small hug.


Later Reggie “left.” It really just means your mom kicks him out of the house because it gets too late, but he always climbs through your window into your room.

As Reggie was climbing your window he accidently hit his cut on the forehead.

“You’re getting too big for my window, I’m going to have to find a bigger one, although that will make my mom figure out our arrangement” you chuckled as he sat next you in bed.

“Yeah, she’s going to ruin our sleepovers”


1 new message:


Hey Reggie hope you don’t mind (Y/N) gave me your number. 😉

-Ronnie xx

“Now why did you do that?” Reggie asked you as he showed you his phone.

“She asked for it, she asked if you were available; I thought you were” he looked down “so who’s the girl then? I’m sure if I tell Ron she will understand that it was misunderstanding” you gave him a puzzled look.

“No girl, not important I’m just not interested” Reggie fidgeted as he typed down a message letting her down easy.

“Oh c’mon you’d never turn down a girl like Ronnie, who has you like this” you grinned but at the same time sad that there just might be another girl that was going to take up Reggie’s time.

“I think we should just drop it” he ignored the topic “So how are you holding up?”

“I wish it was me that punched Chuck” you said softly laying your head on his shoulder.

“I’d like to see that” Reggie chuckled.

“I’m still mad at you, you know; but I can’t stay mad at you forever because I don’t know what I’d do without you Mantle” you commented looking to his bruised fists.

“I had to he disrespected my girl” Reggie retorted placing his arm around you “I’m just happy I saw you slap him, I never thought I’d see the day you hit someone” he laughed as you playfully punched him “ow, I’m injured, how dare you” he continued.

“That’s not my fault” you defended.

“Oh but it is (Y/N/N), I punched the hell out of him for you” he looked directly at your eyes.

The atmosphere changed within the second you both laid eyes on each other, Reggie looked vulnerable like he wanted to say something, but was scared of the outcome that could come after if he spilled his feelings.

“How are we still friends?” you broke your gaze as he squeezed you tighter to his side.

“What do you mean? We’ve always be friends” Reggie declared but it hurt. Reggie had grown fond of you the moment he realized you were the only one who was ever there for him. In the absence of his family you were there, the coach pinned him against Archie you were there, when he lost his friend Jason you were there.

He knew how you felt about clichés, but all he wanted was to be part of a different cliché with you. He wanted to be the jock that got the sweet girl. The guy best friend who got to date his best friend because he knew that you were his soulmate.

There you both sat knowing your feelings for each other, but afraid to speak of them. He was afraid of rejection and you your excuse was a cliché which you came up with in middle school because you were tired of everyone and their assumptions about you and Reggie. Most importantly because you fell in love with your best friend and you had to make everyone think otherwise.

“I know, but I mean were both a bit different in most stories we were supposed to fall apart and forget each other. You with your popularity and me the shy quiet one” confirmed.

“Are you hinting something?” Reggie gave you a sad smile.

“No, I’m just glad we’ve actually stuck to each other” you smiled back.

“Good, different is good, I like our story” Reggie added and you blushed.

You both laid down in your bed and fell asleep to wake up to your alarm ringing a bit earlier as it always did when Reggie would sleep over so he had time to back to his house to get ready, he lived next door anyways.

You opened your eyes as you were cuddled to Reggie, your head resting on his chest and his arms around your waist.

“Reggie it’s morning” you spoke as he held you tighter not wanting to get up.

“Just five more minutes, please” he wouldn’t let go.

“Mantle the magnificent, I hope you realize my mom doesn’t knock and were supposed to go with her to school today about you know who” you started poking him to get up even though what you wanted was to keep cuddling with him.

“Fine” he let go as you both stood up.

You had a very nervous expression about the whole situation, you wanted justice but Chuck always seemed to get away with it and you two were alone in the hallway when he touched you, there was no witnesses and it all just dawned at you and Reggie saw your expression as he was about to climb out.

“Hey” he grabbed you by the shoulders “It’s all going to be okay, your mom is going to be there and so am I” he grabbed one of your hands as he intertwined his with yours which sent butterflies in your stomach.

“But that didn’t stop him before, I mean no one saw, I have no witnesses.” You freaked as he let his hand go from your shoulder and placed in your chin.

“(Y/N)?” he looked you straight in the eyes.

“Yeah” you said a little short of breath.

“No one messes with what’s mine” he commented as he placed his lips on yours and it shocked you at first but you kissed back.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that for” he confessed as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Probably not as long as I have wanted that to happen” you spilled as he gave you a wide smile.

“So can you tell Ronnie I’m taken now” he beamed.

“As long your there with me” you approved.

“So you don’t mind being a cliché with me?” he questioned you.

“I’ll be your cliché” you announced as you placed one last kiss on his lips so you both could get ready for school.


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Okay so I cannot stop thinking about how Bob said that Bellamy doesn’t fully believe they can survive the apocalypse and how that probably informed Bellamy’s decision re: the slaves and man I hope that is made explicit in the text in the near future because it is so heartbreakingly Bellamy to be pessimistic about their chances but keep fighting any way?  Like, he assumes the end is coming.  Nothing he can do can change that, but the people he loves– particularly Clarke– aren’t giving up, so he’s not going to let them see his doubts.  But he is also looking at what he believes to be the realistic options, and nothing they do with the hydrogenerator is going to actually make a difference so he’s going to take the public heat that comes with sacrificing their “future” because it means these people (who are mostly strangers to him, and previously his “enemies”) get some time with their families before the end.

And it would be so easy for him to say “Sorry Clarke, but I honestly don’t think anything we do now is worth a damn” but he knows that will break her heart so instead he says “we save who we can save today.”  He is willing to let her down in this small way by not completing the mission they agreed on, but he will spare her further pain by not admitting he doesn’t believe they can survive.  

Right now, Clarke is clearly hanging on by a thread emotionally, so Bellamy is doing his goddamn best to prop her up.  He’s not going to let her see his doubts, even though he probably desperately needs to share them with her (because Clarke is his Person, especially when it comes to Emotional Vulnerability).  There’s a clock on the amount of time they have left, and I would bet good money that Bellamy has decided he’s not going to use what little time he has with Clarke by making her feel more isolated and lost.  This is Peak Bellamy, tbh, because “putting everyone else’s emotional needs before his own” is pretty much how he operates on a general level, and especially with Clarke.

But I also have hope that this isn’t a one-sided dynamic.  There was some A+ facial acting from Eliza in 402, where Clarke was briefly disappointed with Bellamy’s decision and then shoved it down in favor of supporting him.  She also gets that he’s in a bad place (see: her concern for him in 401 coupled with her gratitude), so she’s not going to make him feel worse by criticizing what she understands was a difficult choice.  She was prioritizing his feelings over hers right then, which is a really hard thing to do when you’re under as much stress as they are.  Just as he’s protecting her by hiding his real suspicions about their chances, Clarke is protecting Bellamy by choosing to support his decision no matter what.

I don’t know how this will be resolved– Bellamy snapping and Clarke comforting him? Clarke figuring out that he’s just pretending to have faith for her sake and hugging him?  Some other option that will surely destroy me emotionally?– but I suspect it will be addressed.  This season (and to be fair, parts of 3B) has worked very hard to show that they are co-leaders, but what’s more, they’re two people who care about each other equally.

And that, my dear friends, is bellarke.

Jughead's Apartment, A Bughead Fanfiction

Jughead worked his butt off to afford his own apartment. His dad had another bad relapse and he couldn’t stand to be in the same house as him, but he also couldn’t continue to live at Archie’s. His solution was to get two jobs. After school he worked at a small bookstore until closing, and he was a waiter at Pop’s on the weekends. Betty had offered to loan him money since she had no shortage, but he refused, wanting to do this for himself. He wanted to prove to himself that he could be okay without anyone else, that he didn’t need his dad at all.

After two months of working, Jughead finally got to the point where he has saved up enough money to rent and apartment and still feed himself. It was tiny, the opposite of luxurious, but he still grinned like a crazy man when he received the keys. He was proud of himself for doing it on his own. It took him just one trip to move in since he had very little to his name. Betty had offered to help him buy furniture to solve that problem.

Betty skipped out of her house as she made her way to Jughead’s apartment. She was extremely proud of him and couldn’t wait until they had a place where they could be completely alone together. Having him sneak into her room through her window when her parents were a room over was not an ideal situation. She arrived at his apartment building and found his door number. She knocked, excitement overtaking her. He opened the door with a grin and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her inside and shutting the door.

Betty glanced around the apartment and leaned her head into Jughead’s chest. The apartment had one small bedroom, an even smaller bathroom, a small kitchen area with a slightly larger living room area attached, and a lot of potential.

“Not bad,” she said with a smile.

He kissed her head, “I thought so too.”

She pulled her head away from his chest, pecking his lips, “I’m proud of you Jughead. I have no idea how you managed to work enough to get an apartment, keep up with your school work, and still have time to spend with me.”

He scratched his head, which she noticed was lacking its normal beanie, “It wasn’t easy.”

He looked so tired and worn down to her and she just wanted to hold him and never let him work another day in his life, but she couldn’t do that, “Let’s go get you some furniture!”

Her spun on his heal, grabbing his beanie off of the counter, “After you,” he ushered as they walked out and he locked the door behind them. He pulled his beanie over his perfectly messy hair and slung an arm around Betty’s shoulders.

They shopped for a good three hours, purchasing a mattress, sheets, bean bags for his living room, a mini fridge, towels for his bathroom, hangers for his clothes, and other little things that he wouldn’t have even thought about if it weren’t for Betty being with him. They also managed to purchase a small tv and a microwave on Craigslist for much less than if he got them new. Jughead didn’t watch much tv on account of the fact that he rarely had time and didn’t have one in the closet at school. He did like to watch old movies though, and knew that Betty and the rest of his friends would appreciate him having one. It took them another hour to clean the whole apartment and put everything that they bought where it belonged. The apartment was still pretty bare, but much better than before. They plopped down into the bean bags, exhausted after all of the work.

Jughead was wearing only a tank top and yet again, no beanie, and Betty liked this side of him. She looked over at her and smiled her irresistible smile, “Keep smiling at me like that and I’m just gonna have to kiss you.”

She smiled harder, “And I’m just gonna have to kiss you back I guess,” she shrugged, playfully.

“Yep,” he mumbled and leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Their lips touched and Jughead felt a familiar warmth in his chest. Betty wove her hand into his hair and gasped as his hands grasped at her back under her loose shirt. She moved to straddle him and moaned breathily as he nipped her lip with his teeth. Their lips separated with a wet pop and Jughead went to work on her neck, biting and sucking her favorite spots. Betty’s hands moved from his hair and to his back. She dragged her nails down his toned back, causing him to shiver and pull her closer.

“Bed,” she gasped as one of his hands came up to brush under he breast.

He pulled away from her neck, “What?” His eyes were glazed over with lust.

“Take. Me. To. The. Bed,” she said clearly.

He growled and stood up with her legs still wrapped around his waist. His hands went to her butt and he hoisted her up farther, making sure she wouldn’t fall. He walked them into the bedroom slowly and lowered Betty onto the bed, hovering over her. She bite her lip, taunting him as she slip her shirt and shorts off under his delicious gaze. She barely got her shorts off of her legs before his mouth attacked her. This kiss was much less gentle than the one before. There was much more passion on Jughead’s part than she had ever experienced before and it made her insides tingle. The excitement of finally being alone together made her toes curl and her head spin. She was in the middle of peeling his shirt off when the doorbell sounded. He pulled back and Betty asked, “Did you invite anyone over today?”

“No, whoever it is will probably leave soon,” he kissed down her chest and stomach.

The doorbell rang again, “I don’t think they’re leaving,” Betty groaned.

Jughead pulled away from her reluctantly and put his shirt back on, “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, disappointed in the fact that even at his own apartment they were being interrupted.
She heard his feet pad away and sighed, rubbing a hand across her face. Maybe this interruption was for the best. Her mom was expecting her home pretty soon. He looked through the peep hole and pulled his head back in surprise. He swung the door open, “Mom? JB? What’re you doing here?”

His mom smiled, “I know that you invited us to come over tomorrow, but we wanted to help you situated and bring you your first dinner in your new place,” she revealed a bag from Pop’s.

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to come up with a solution. An underwear clad Betty was in the room over and he didn’t want to just leave her there. Especially since they would probably want to see around, “Thanks guys. You can put the food on the counter.”

He put and arm around both of them, “Its been a while,” he tried not to say it bitterly, “I’m happy to see you two.”

JB piped up, “Can we look around?”

Jughead coughed, “Um yeah. My girlfriend,” whom he had yet to tell them about, “Betty is actually over.

His mom perked up at the name Betty, recognizing that they were childhood friends, “Oh,” she said and then realized that he had just been alone in his room with her, “Oh! Um we’ll just wait out here then.”

He smiled in thanks, but Jellybean didn’t quit get it, “Why? I want to see Betty. I didn’t even know that you liked Betty.”

His mom patted her head, “We’ll see her soon enough,” she said as she lead her to sit on the bean bags.

Jughead, still feeling awkward, walked back to his room where he found Betty where he left her, sitting half dressed in his bed, “Um…so JB and my mom showed up.”

“Are they still out there?” She asked and he nodded. Her eyes went big and she scrambled to put her shirt and shorts back on. He chuckled at her antics. She was usually so put together. This was an interesting side of her. He smoothed a piece of her hair down, “How do I look?” She asked.

“Guilty,” he laughed a little.

She smacked his armed and stood up, “I never thought I would meet your mom and sister, as your girlfriend, right after making out with you. I thought I would have some advanced notice.”

“I was hoping that we would both have some advanced notice,” he slung an arm around her shoulder and lead her out of the room. They both tried to look slightly less guilty.

Both JB and Jughead’s mom turn around to look at them, “Um…you guys remember Betty,“ he said nervously.

Before Betty could do anything, his mom was standing up and engulfing her in a hug, "It’s so nice to see you again Betty. I never thought Jugbug would get a girlfriend, much less one as pretty as you.”

Betty smiled and Jughead just stood there, offended and a bit embarrassed, "It’s nice to see you again Mrs. Jones, and you too Jellybean.”

Jellybean smiled and looked between the two of them and back at Betty again, “Were you two just kissing?”

The Run & Go

An au where Tyler and Josh are criminals. 


The Day Of

The screams have become background noise.  I can hear them but they’re muffled and far away.  Logically, I know that I should be in pain.  But, instead, I’m staring up at the ceiling and there’s this beautiful, glass chandelier reflecting a thousand different shades of color and honestly, it’s not so bad.  There’s blues and yellows and pinks and greens, and it seems like the more commotion there is erupting in the building, the more the colors sway and jump around.  It makes me think of you, so bright and vibrant and free.  A thousand different shades and layers, each one more beautiful than the last.

I wish that I could breathe better, but the cloth from my mask was covering up my mouth and it made the air seem so hot.  I can see my chest rising and falling from the bottom of my eyes, but it’s not in rhythm, it’s choppy and shallow.  Unnatural.  Desperate.

There’s so many different noises to differentiate from.  There’s the cries for help.  Some people are sobbing.  Some are yelling.  There’s the sirens outside, growing more and more intense as the entire Boston police department shows up.  There’s a crunching sound nearby, someone stepping on shattered glass as they attempt to run.  There’s more gunshots.  More screams.  

Someone almost steps on me in all the commotion, or maybe they did.  It doesn’t matter though, I can’t really feel the rest of my body anyway.

In the heat of it all, someone’s grabbing my arm.  Their silhouette blocks my view from the chandelier and I want to protest, but then Tyler’s features come into focus and I let out a shaky sigh of relief.  

He looks worried, his mouth’s moving, forming words that I can’t understand, but he’s not hurt.  He’s here, alive and well.  Tyler’s got both hands on me, gripping my arms and pressing down on my torso, looking from my chest to my face, back and forth.  I briefly wonder why he keeps doing that.  It’s only when he raises his hands, to cover up his wide, gaping mouth, that I see the glistening, red, liquid all over his skin.  He’s covered in blood.  My blood.  

The sight of it snaps me back into reality, which, in all honesty, isn’t ideal.  That’s when the pain hits.  It’s a searing, ripping sensation in my chest.  There’s pressure and heat and it just _hurts. _I try to call out, but when I open my mouth, there’s this gurgling noise and a bitter, irony taste in my mouth.

“Oh God—“ Tyler gasps as he quickly presses down on my chest once again.  

I sputter, blood spewing in the air with each breathe I take.

Tyler’s telling me to hold on just a little longer, that the van would be here any second.  But it’s hard to listen.  Amidst it all, I suddenly think of the trip to Jamaica that I never got to take.  I think of the white, sandy beach.  The fresh ocean air.  The cool drink in my hand.  I can picture it.  Or at least everything I hoped it would be.  The pain starts to go away.  Tyler blurs out of focus, and the world around me starts to narrow in.  I think of the pizza place on fifth avenue that I never tried, or the Fenway tickets I never bought.  I think of the letter I wish I had written to my mom.  

I think of hundreds of places I never went and thousands things I didn’t do, but the last thing that pops into my head before the whole world goes dark, is you.

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Summary: You’re Dean and Sam’s little sister, after Dean escapes purgatory he finds that Sam and his little sister are not longer together until one day they get a call.

A/N: Hello! This my first story here on tumblr so I’m really anxious to post this! There’s probably spelling mistakes so my apologies and the crappy title. I plan on writing more so some feedback is great. The end is a little rushed but I hope it isn’t too bad!

Warnings: Some language and violence.

Word Count: 2,446

Flashbacks are in italics

Sam waited anxiously outside of the cabin’s door. His palms were sweaty and his knees felt weak. What was he going to tell Dean that him and Y/N were no longer together? That he let their baby sister go off on her own in this cruel world. Sam took one final breath before entering the cabin. Within a split second Sam felt his head hit the floor then sprayed with Holy Water and…borax.
“Dean! I’m not a demon or leviathan!” But with that statement didn’t stop his brother from taking Sam’s hand and slicing it. “Or a shapeshifter.” Sam sighed and sat up but was taken aback when Dean started to do all three things to himself. The  brothers stared at each other, smiled and embraced each other in a tight hug. The hug was long lasted when Dean noticed a certain somebody wasn’t there. Dean let go of Sam and took a double take of the room.
“Sammy. Where’s Y/N?”
Sam’s jaw clenched. “Well…Y/N and I, we went our own ways.”
“What do you mean you went your own ways?” Dean let out a sarcastic chuckle. “She’s 17 years old Sam! Do you really think it’s a smart idea to let her off? By herself?!”
“Dean, things weren’t exactly easy once you had disappeared!”
“What happened Sam? Have you even tried to look for her or even text her?”
“Of course I did Dean! I called and called and was always sent to voicemail. She was smart enough to turn off her GPS on her phone. ” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing. “She wanted to hunt but I wanted to settle down. I hit a dog an-”
“You hit a dog and you two go your separate ways?” Dean snapped.
“Let me finish! I wanted to settle down, there was this girl and Y/N still wanted to hunt. I followed through on a few cases she may have been at but the trail has been dead for a month or two. We had an argument and she just vanished in the night.”
Dean sat down on the couch, throwing his head back. His mind was racing with a million thoughts. The trail was dead that could only lead to two things, either you were dead or, you had given up hunting. “We’re finding her. Let’s go.” Dean glared at Sam, grabbing the keys to the Impala off the end table.


“Y/N!” Tiffany yelled. “Jeez girl, you walk so damn fast I can hardly keep up!”
Y/N smiled at her friend. “Sorry Tiff, I just want to go home.”
“Go home? Uh hello! The homecoming football game is tonight and you’re coming! I can come over to your place and we can get ready then!”
“N-No! Not my place..” you said almost too quickly for Tiffany’s liking. Truth is you didn’t even have a house, you lived in a motel room and earned her keep by working the receptionist table. “I’ll just meet you at yours sometime later, okay?”
“Right..and try to dress cute or something instead of those flannels. Eric is coming over with Mark, and we all know who has a crush on you.” Tiffany winked and walked to her car.
You sighed and shook your head. Honestly, you would rather just stay at home all night, scarf down a cheeseburger and sleep. You walked towards the motel, which she was lucky enough for a short walk from the school. “I don’t have anything else to wear but flannels..” You talked to herself kicking a rock in front of her, “I have t shirts to wear under and I only have these pair of black converse..” You rambled on as she unlocked the door to her motel room after that she threw her backpack down. You jumped on your bed, pulling out your phone. Just then Y'Ns  world came crashing down, Dean’s contact name plastered on the phone screen. Your heart dropped to her stomach and you instantly felt sick. 5 new text messages and a voicemail. You threw down her phone and jumped off her bed. Yeah, you were definitely going to need go out tonight.


You threw down the keys to the Impala, glaring at your brother Sam. “What the hell do you mean you want to give up hunting?!” You glared at Sam.
“Y/N, c'mon, we all wanted out of this life and with Dean gone it isn’t the same as it once was.” The last thing Sam wanted was for you to be upset or angry at him, with Dean not being around he saw how stubborn and hurt you were and Sam knew how much you missed Dean.
“If Dean was here he would be punching you in the face and talking some sense into you. Sam it’s not like we can leave this life y'know.”
“Y/N, I know that. It’s just we have a chance here. I can work and you can go back to school.”
“No, WE don’t have a chance! YOU do! Not me, I don’t want to go back to school. You just want to stop because of that stupid vet girl you met, is that it Sam?’ You crossed your arms, staring daggers into Sam.
"It’s not all of that. You’re still young and you have a chance here Y/N. Won’t you please think about it?’ Sam pleaded.
"Yeah, whatever, I’ll think about it.” And with that you slammed the bathroom door.
The next morning Sam woke up, you were gone without a trace left and Sam knew you had thought about it.


You knocked on Tiffany’s door shifting yourself on one foot to another. You had decided to go with a gray t shirt which was well fitted around your curves with a red flannel tied around your waist with your best looking skinny jeans, and by best you meant they only had one hole in them. You had even decided to put on some mascara. Finally what felt after eternity Eric opened the door, smiling when he saw you. Even everyone around the school knew that Eric has the biggest crush on Y/N.

“Hey Y/N. We were just ready head out, here I’ll walk you to my car. Tiff should be out in a second.”

You nodded and politely smiled at Eric. Sure he was cute but, you knew if you got close tragedy would happen, just like everything else in your life. Just on cue Tiffany and Mark came out.

“Wow look at you Y/N. You actually look somewhat decent for once.” Tiffany smirked which earned a small chuckle from Mark.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah whatever, let’s go.” And with that the four of you got into Eric’s car and headed towards the school.

You had lost track of time by gazing out the window and thinking about Dean. How did he even come back? Was he okay? Was it really even Dean or some sick prank. No, that wouldn’t make sense, it was his number. Maybe it was just Sam. You were at constant war with yourself by thinking of ideas. You were snapped out of thoughts when Eric’s voice broke the silence in the car. “Guys my brakes aren’t working..” He said, applying more pressure to the brake. Instant fear took over your body. You knew what this could be.

“Okay try and slow down.” You turned your body to him.

“I don’t think he should do that.” Mark said and then laughed.

“Uh Mark, what’s wrong with your eyes.” Tiffany tried to back away from Mark in her seat.

You snapped your head around to see the eyes of a demon staring back at you. “Why hello Y/N.” The demon smirked before taking off a knife and slitting Eric’s neck. You and Tiffany screamed at the sight, you knew this day would come but not quick and not now. The car swerved out of control and slammed into a tree, causing you to blackout.

You came to your senses when you heard Tiffany scream and the demon standing over her.

“NO!” You screamed when the demon bent down and snapped her neck. You tried to lift yourself up but, couldn’t, a good chance your shoulder was dislocated. “Come on love, time to go.” The demon smirked before knocking you out and throwing you over his shoulder.


Dean leaned back on the couch, popping the cap to his beer bottle open. The brothers were sitting in the cabin, watching an old ‘50’s show on the TV. Dean’s phone started to vibrate on the table, an  unknown number appearing on it. “Who is that?” Sam watched Dean picked up the phone and put it on speaker.

“Hello?’ Dean said, turning the phone to the speaker was up.

"S-S-Sam…Dean..I-I-I need y-your help…come quick…” Your beaten down voice echoed through the phone.

Dean’s eyes widened when he heard you voice. “Y/N! Where are you what’s wrong!?”

“He killed all my friends Dean…They’re dead…I-I don’t kn-.”

“Ah ah! Isn’t the littlest Winchester something else eh? With her beautiful looks and her charming personality! Who wouldn’t want a piece of that?” The demon’s voice came through the phone with a slight chuckle. “Turned on her GPS, better come find her before I get all my way with her~.” Then the demon hung up.

Sam and Dean looked at each other before getting up off the couch and running out the door.

“Sam! Where is it? Where is he holding her!” Dean started the Impala before slamming on the gas.

“Somewhere in Nashville, Tennessee. I-uh, the address isn’t appearing but on google maps it appears to be an old abandoned warehouse.” Sam said, his heart beating a mile a minute. His baby sister was in danger, being attacked by a demon.  What if you were barely living?  "Dean, can’t you drive any faster?“ Dean knew Sam was anxious but, he glared at him. "I’m trying Sammy!”

Finally from what seemed like forever the brothers stopped at the building and quickly scrambled out. “Wait Sammy, what if there’s more than one?” Dean grabbed his brothers arm.

“Dean, whatever is happening to her! It’s my fault! Let’s go!” Sam shook off his brothers arm and slammed open the warehouse doors. There you were sitting, tied a chair, head hanged low. “Y/N!” Sam screamed, running up in front of you before getting hit in the back of his head.  "Sammy!“ Dean’s eyes widened once he saw his two siblings unconscious, his heart pummeling. "Ah the eldest Winchester, let’s make this easy shall we.” The demon appeared, holding up your head with a knife to your neck, “Come on in and sit.” The demon smirked. Dean sat down in the chair, never loosing eye contact with the demon. The demon dropped your head once Dean sat down. Your unconscious form almost looked lifeless. Sam groaned, holding his head. “Ah! Winchester number 2 is finally awake. Sit down Sam, we can do this peacefully.”

Sam turned and looked at Dean, who slowly nodded for Sam to listen to the demon. Sam sighed and plopped down on the chair beside Dean.  "You know, this little one is a fighter. She can put up quite a fight and stays pretty loyal to her brothers, unwilling to give up your location, anything to keep her dear brothers safe.“ He laughed.

"What did you do to her?” Dean barked, anger boiled up in his stomach.

“Oh just the classic torture. Some cuts and bruises. Oh! Did her a good favor by popping her shoulder back into place! Just as new!” He smirked and turned to you once a groan came out of your body. You lifted up your head and your eyes widened once you saw Sam and Dean. You were speechless at the sight of Dean, your big brother was really there. A tear streamed down your face, “Dean..I’m so sorry. I just didn’t know what to do. I wanted to see you.” You started sobbing. “Y-you shouldn’t have came he’s planning on killing you two.” Your eyes glistened. The demon smirked once again. “Aw Y/N! Spoiling my big plans! Now shall we start the fun?” The demon threw Sam and Dean against the wall, holding them up against it. “Shall we work youngest to oldest.” The demon walked over to Y/N, running his hand through her hair.

“Wait! I’ll make a deal with you! Take me!” Sam yelled, “I’ll do anything! Don’t hurt her!” The demon laughed. “I’ll pass upon that one. Why not take all three Winchester’s out at a time?” He craned his head to look at the brothers. “Hell, I’ll be famous.”

“N-Not famous enough.” You said, getting up out of the chair. You moved your knife up, taking a swing at the demon but he moved, faster taking the knife out of your hand and twisted your arm, a loud snapping sound following after. You screamed in pain but refused to give up. Your brothers were there, you needed them safe. It was the least you could do for them.

“Y/N! NO!” Dean yelled once the demon was over you and then it all happened to fast, the brothers worst nightmare coming true. It was one clean stab and there you were, lying there with the blood seeping out of your wound. “NO!” Dean yelled, struggling to get free from the grip.

The demon turned and faced the brothers, “Well one down, two to go.” He chuckled.

You laid there, feeling the blood slowly seep out your body. You weren’t hit in a vital spot but, you had to lay there, try at least. Try to lay lifeless. You heard the demon step away from your body and move to your brothers. Once you knew you stood up and got behind the demon before plunging the blade you kept hidden in your belt, in it’s body. The electricity crackled and Sam and Dean fell off the way. You fell with the demon’s body, feeling the amount of your energy deplete. Your brothers ran over to you, feeling Dean pick you up. “Don’t you ever leave us again! Don’t you ever!” He yelled but then softened up, stroking your hair. “I’m so sorry baby girl. I am..” Dean smiled down at you.

“Dean, I-I’m fine. Just a little w-w-wounded.” You looked up at your brother. “I’ve missed you Dean-o.” You turned your head to Sam, “And I’ve missed you too. I am so sorry for everything. I was selfish a-and I love you guys.” You smiled.

“Quit talking squirt, we’re going to get you all patched up and we can talk about this.” Sam kissed your forehead.

You smiled in Dean’s arm. “I’m never leaving you guys again.”

But I’m So Good At Being Bad

Characters: OFC/AJ Styles

Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content, Rough Sex, Spanking, Consensual Choking, Daddy Kink.

Summary: She has been very bratty and disobedient recently and Daddy!AJ needs to put her in her place on their last night in Japan before WWE.

This one is dedicated to my main AJ lover @phenominalstyles, and secondly to @llowkeys because her AJ thirst is unparalleled!

TAGS:  @actualamyautopsy @oraclegazes @livingthestrongstyle @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues @llowkeys  @phenominalstyles

Sorry if you’ve asked to be tagged and I forgot, Im not good at this! Drop me a message if so!

Thanks to @thephenomenonalkingofthebrogues for the prompt. If you want to send some prompts or ideas my way then feel free to ASK. You never know what might inspire me!

Coz this one sure as hell got me excited. BRB going straight to hell. 


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wingwomen ch1 (trixya, shalaska) - lale

Summary: Trixie was pretty sick of watching her best friend, Alaska, pine over the school weirdo, Sharon Needles. But when Sharon Needles made friends with the new girl from Russia, Trixie decided she was finally going to give Alaska the push she needed into Sharon’s arms – and, hopefully, herself into Katya’s.

A/N: Someone prompted yesterday: “Million dollar idea: high school au where alaska and trixie are cheerleaders+ best friends who get crushes on goth misfit sharon and weird nerdy Russian exchange student katya who also happen to be bffs and they have to wing woman their way into both of them getting gfs” and I couldn’t stop thinking about it!!! Expect updates all this week, and Girls Like Dollies will resume at the weekend as planned!

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Just a Smile - Part Two


SUMMARY: In Hyrule palace, there was one rule left over from the time of her great-grandfather, one that most certainly could not be broken: the guards on duty were not allowed to laugh. But that never stopped Princess Zelda from trying.

Zelink AU where Zelda is a princess and Link is a guard who she’s trying to make laugh but can’t seem to crack. Part two of a larger fic of similar short bursts. Not attached to any particular game. Fluff af. 

““Just admit it, Link. You’re taken with the Princess!”

It was true. Link was taken with the Princess. Absolutely besotted, in fact. She was clever and beautiful and lighthearted, and if that wasn’t enough, she spread joy everywhere she went. There wasn’t a person under the King’s service in the castle that didn’t adore her, and he much looked forward to the time she spent in his presence.

It was the only time he’d ever get, after all.”

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Loathing [b.b] (6/10)

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

catch up here: Loathing Masterpost

Series Title: Loathing (AU)
Fandom: MCU
Characters: Bucky Barnes x female!reader, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: Alternate Universe, minor swearing
Word Count: 1,664
Requested: Yes, by all of you who love this story, which makes me really happy xxx
Short Description: You vent to Natasha and Wanda, trying to figure out what to do about the Bucky situation. In the meantime, Bucky goes to Steve for more advice.

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[Y/N] = your first name

After hastily stuffing a shoulder bag with a few clothes and some other necessities, you deserted your bedroom promptly and made your way to the front door of your apartment, disregarding Bucky’s presence wholly; even as he hollered your name after you, struggling to stop you from leaving. You slammed the front door shut, knowing that Bucky would have to explain everything to Steve before snatching your phone and making your way into the elevator of your apartment building. You angrily pushed the ground floor button and waited for the elevator to move as you dialled Natasha’s number.

The phone rang a few times before Natasha’s voice rang into your ear. “Hello?” she answered her phone almost instantaneously, sounding flabbergasted that you had called. “Y/N? How did your date go?” Oh, that. You frowned, reminded that it was Nat that had set you up with Matt, who had discarded you because of Bucky. 

This recognition made you irritated all over again, and soon, you were fuming. “Barnes chased him off,” you told her, which rendered Nat speechless. “Can I stay with you for a while? I really don’t want to be in the same apartment as him for a while.” You added, arriving on the ground floor of your apartment building and exiting it, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“Of course, hon, you’re always welcome.” She promised, before hanging up, letting you get into your car and drive to Nat’s place. 

When she got your call, Natasha had called Wanda over for reinforcements. By the sound of your voice, you would definitely be needing the two of them. After parking outside Nat’s apartment, you grabbed your bag from the backseat of your car and made your way up the granite steps to her apartment. After knocking thrice, Natasha opened the door for you, dressed in a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans and a casual white, cropped t-shirt. “Hey,” she greeted looking at you with an apologetic expression before letting you into her apartment. When you walked into the living room, you spotted Wanda lying sideways on one of Nat’s sofas, looking as if she had been waiting for you to arrive.

“Please explain what happened,” Wanda requested, swinging her legs over the sofa and sitting properly, her brown eyes curious. “Nat filled me in but you barely told her anything on the phone, so there wasn’t much to tell me.”

You sighed, putting your bag down on the floor and taking a seat next to Wanda, Nat choosing the loveseat opposite the both of you. “Barnes… he chased away my date.” You recalled, still a little confused, since so much had happened in such a short amount of time. “I’m not exactly sure how, but I thought that Matt was running late or something, but after a while, I knew he wouldn’t be coming.” You frowned. “Then Barnes started talking about how I was so much better than that guy and that I shouldn’t waste my time and such. And then, he blurted out that the guy seemed like a dickhead.”

Nat sighed in annoyance. “So he accidentally revealed that he had met your date?” you nodded, motioning to Natasha with your hand to confirm her thoughts. “Well, just for the record, Matt is not a dickhead, he’s actually really great.” It was clear that Natasha was conflicted – she didn’t want to pick sides, as Bucky was her friend too – but she certainly seemed annoyed.

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Hi ladies! Love everything you do? Can we get something with Claire doing something badass and Jamie being scared for her yet proud and impressed cuz, ya know, she's HIS foul mouthed, badass Sassenach :D

Mute: Part Eight:

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Yawning, Claire hiccuped, the lasting taste of whisky coating her tongue as she shifted her weight delicately against the straw pallet.

Against her back, Jamie wrapped his arm fully around her waist and pulled her close.

Claire stilled, panic slowly slithering down her spine as repressed memories sparked behind her eyes. Slinking out from beneath Jamie, she clenched her hands into fists as she stood, pacing the length of the quiet barn.

The sun had only just begun to rise and the subtle shades of deep orange filtered through the panels of the wood, sending eerie shadows floating across the straw coated floor. The cold bit at her nose as she wiped it delicately on her sleeve, trying desperately to ward away her past.

Murtagh, awoken by her pacing, leaned up on his elbow and watched as Claire walked off her anguish. He could see the tense set of her shoulders, and although he wondered what had set the lass off, he let her be. Knowing that she would come to either him or Jamie if she needed to work through her concerns with them.

Her eyes, unfocused as they were, failed to notice her erstwhile voyeur as he kept watch over her. Unable to rest, she grabbed the sweeping brush and began to brush the stray straw into tiny mounds at one end of the stable. With nobody to talk to, she needed to keep her hands busy.

Jamie, suddenly overcome with a chill, opened his eyes to find Claire gone. It didn’t take him long to find her, huddled up the corner clutching the battered broom between her fingers. Sensing her nervousness, he walked slowly forwards, wrapping his bedraggled kilt around his hips as he went.

“Claire,” he whispered, knowing she wouldn’t be able to read his lips in the darkened space. Reaching out, he let his fingers rest idly against her frozen hand.

Dropping the brush, Claire flopped against Jamie’s chest, exhaustion filling her from head to toe. She had only been up a matter of hours but the effect of her panic was showing.

“Hush now, a nighean,” Jamie soothed, rocking her backwards and forwards, his mouth resting softly against her ear in the hopes that she could actually hear, if only wee bits of his speech.

Pushing herself upright, Claire pulled back, needing another moment to herself. Slipping her hands beneath the fabric of the skirts of her shift, she fiddled with the inner hem, plucking at the thin fibres that held the loose fabric together.

Jamie could tell she wanted to talk, but his limited knowledge of sign language would make much more than a sentence difficult to comprehend.

“Murtagh?” He called, certain that his godfather would be awake by now.

Shaking her head, Claire moved further back, her feet shuffling along the –now clean– floorboards.

Bringing her hands up, she began to sign, clearly still on edge as Murtagh came up behind Jamie, his brows drawn together in confusion.

‘It was a long time ago now, Jamie, don’t worry…please.’

Jamie shifted his focus from Claire to Murtagh having only caught a few words in her hand gestures, nothing that he could be certain was right.

Waiting, Jamie held himself at a distance whilst Murtagh addressed Claire, trying to keep up with their silent conversation. Claire blushed and dipped her head, letting her curls fall loose over her face as she communicated with Murtagh.

“She’s, well…” Murtagh began, reticent to tell Jamie what she had told him. “Claire’s engaged –or was–, t’ an Englishman.”

Shocked by the news, Jamie took a step backwards, swallowing as he absorbed the news. It shouldn’t have hit him as harshly as it had. It had been clear to him from the beginning that she’d more experience than he. Appearing out of the blue without any noticeable proof of where she’d come from, he should have guessed she either had a distinctly grey passed or was running from something.

As it was, swept up in their whirlwind of their feelings for one another, he had thought little about it.

Until now.

He watched as she brought her head back up, tears brimming in her eyes as she signed some more and waited for Murtagh to translate for her.

“She wants me to tell ye that she doesna love him, that she left him-” he paused, waiting for her to continue on before translating the rest, “I think she says because he hurt her, but I canna be sure. There are signs she’s using that I dinna ken.”

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Claire steadied herself and reached for Jamie, needing the contact just for a moment before giving Murtagh a message.

“She says she’ll write it for ye, that,” furrowing his brow once more, Murtagh leaned forwards and watched carefully as Claire darted towards the entrance to the stables, her hands leaving Jamie’s sides in an instant as she signed ‘I love you’, and skittered off.

“I take it ye caught the meaning o’ her last words, lad?” Murtagh questioned, not wanting the poor boy to remain in the dark.

“Aye. Aye, I did.” Pausing, Jamie ran his fingers through his hair, tangling them in the mass of knots that littered his sleep-mussed locks. “Do ye think…” he began, his heart pounding against his ribcage at the mere thought of her with anyone else.

“Nah, she’s wi’ *ye* right enough. Through her constant harassment by Dougal she’s stayed, and I doubt anyone is coming for her anytime soon. Dinna fash, Jamie lad. Whatever comes of her writing to ye, I can guarantee that lassie is devoted to ye.”

In the cold damp of the old surgery, Claire battled to find a dry sheet of paper and a working quill, desperate not to be on her own in the deep confines of the castle for too long.

As fast as she could she wrote down the finite details of her ordeal, excluding her trip through time. She was certain she’d be able to convince Jamie that nobody was coming for her. She just needed to get this out. He needed to know about her past so he could actively decide if she was worth marrying.

A hand reached out and grabbed her arm, swinging her round just as she finished the final sentence, messing up the ink on the last word.

Dougal stood at her side, his face bright red as he held onto her.

He was drunk, she could smell the ripe whisky on his breath as he pulled her close to his face.

‘No…’ she mouthed, a short half silent gasp falling from her lips as the air passed through her useless voicebox.

“Dinna ye fight me!” He all but shouted in her face, his eyes boring holes into hers as he walked her backwards.

Still reeling from their first encounter, and raw from the note she’d just penned to Jamie discussing her past acquaintances with men, Claire battled hard to free herself.

Driving her knee hard, she slammed her leg into his groin, pushing him back with one big jolt as she tugged her arm free. She’d have bruises, no doubt, but that was nothing in comparison with anything else he might do with her should he gain power over her.

No more, she decided, grabbing a small stood from the corner of the room and lifting it over her head as if to strike.

She waited, though, hoping that the stupid drunken fool would reconsider any further action once he stood and saw her ready for battle.

“Why…” he started, a mean glint behind his eyes as he stumbled upright, clutching his crotch in a feeble attempt to stop the pain, “ye little wench. I’ll have ye…”

Dropping the stool with measured accuracy, Claire smacked the warchief right on the top of the head, watching as the half smashed wood ricocheted off in a myriad of different directions leaving Dougal in a passed out heap on the floor.

Slamming her foot into his side, she made sure that the fool was completely under before stepping over him, her heart racing as she bolted for the exit.

Murtagh and Jamie stood at the bottom of the stairs, both of their mouths hanging open as they watched Claire fight herself free.

The moment they’d heard the racket beneath, both Fraser men had dashed downwards to see what on earth was going on.

On seeing Claire –yet again– in Dougal’s grubby hands, Jamie had all but launched himself forwards, meaning to break the pair apart and do some serious damage to his inebriated uncle.

Murtagh, though, saw the intense look on Claire’s face. She needed this chance to stand up for herself, he decided. She needed to know she had the strength and power to get herself free of any unexpected situation that might arise when either he and Jamie weren’t directly on hand to assist. So he had put his arm out and forced Jamie to stay where he was, whispering a soft - ‘we’re here, ken. Let the lass find hersel’. If she doesna –we’ll stop Dougal afore he does anything.’

As Claire caught sight of Jamie and Murtagh, she shook the terror from her bones, the mix of adrenaline and fear running hot through her veins as she shakily picked the note from the table and handed it to a very angry Jamie.

‘Read it, I’ll be waiting…I truly do love you, Jamie Fraser.’

Squeezing her way passed him, Claire looked straight ahead not daring to even look back as she made her way upwards once more, determined to flee the castle as quickly as possible.

The cold air hit her hard as she stumbled down the narrow stone pathway leading away from the Leoch portcullis, the dim hum of the morning meal vibrating through the cobbles as she meandered off towards the stables. Seeking peace, she made herself at home beneath a large tree out in the paddock, letting the wind whip around her as she leaned her head back and let out a large breath.

Pacing the surgery still, Jamie crumpled the wee note in between his fingers, smudging the hurriedly written text as he smashed it with his palms.

“Easy, lad.” Murtagh soothed, watching his godson as he strode up and down the tiny room, anger ablaze behind his eyes. “Do ye think she’s no’ struggling wi’ this too?”

“That’s why she near bolted this morning, aye? When I came up behind her. Iffrinn!”

“Filthy English brutes if ye ask me, and her intended…” Murtagh scoffed, spitting at his feet and wiping his shoes through the damp dirt as if to rid himself of the taste, “letting them anywhere near her wi’ their vile touch.”

“Aye, I ken,” Jamie returned, a dark menace lacing his tone, “he had better no’ find himself here, Murtagh.”

“Yer right, we’ll skin the bastard.”

Forgetting themselves, the men bandied words to and fro, their ire heightening as they tried to comprehend how Claire’s situation had gone so awry.

She’d put a little detail into her letter, starting with the basic facts.

Claire had, as she had stated to Murtagh before, been engaged to be married. An English man of high birth it seemed, with some money behind him. Her uncle, before he’d passed, had made sure she had someone around to take care of her. But with the approaching war, her man had been called away, and her with it.

She had also written about her health. She’d still been unable to speak, having been born with the illness that had affected her voice, but she could hear. Perfectly.

At first there had been no issues. Claire had lived in quarters beside her husband, she’d been a healer and had assisted the men with it whenever possible. But then things had taken a turn for the worse.

Drunk one night, her husband had called her to his chambers, handsy and well passed the stage of coherence, he had insisted they lie together as man and wife, almost desperate to get his hands on Claire.

…and she’d gone with him, done as he wished. Eager to please him, her naivety had obliterated anything sensical and she had lost her virginity to him that night.

There was a macabre undertone to her words as she continued on with her sad tale, the words almost deflating as the neatness she’d begun with faded making way for minor errors in spelling. Jamie could see where she’d been holding back her anguish whilst writing, the unsteady lilt to the letters showing her nervousness at writing such a thing.

Unfolding the mass of paper, Jamie smoothed out the sheet and halved it neatly, not wanting to see the words but knowing he couldn’t simply throw this away. Nobody else needed to read it.

Dougal. Jamie had completely forgotten, his attention drawn completely to Claire’s revelation, about his unconscious uncle. Quickly checking his pulse, he carefully moved the man, draping a blanket over his listless form so that he might just assume he’d passed out, rather than been brutally incapacitated by Claire.

Without needing further reminders, he jerked his head towards the exit and marched off in search of Claire. He needed to have her close, and he was pretty sure she needed him too.

With Dougal’s new assault and her confession, she was sure to be feeling more than a little vulnerable.

As he neared the large arch leading out of the castle, Mrs Fitz came storming from the kitchens, a large smile plastered on her face and a large swill of ale resting on her hip.

“Jamie, my boy!” She laughed, her voice echoing through the half empty courtyard, “Collum has made arrangements wi’ us for yer nuptials. I’m sae glad to see a wedding, we havena had one in a wee while. Are ye ready for yer bands to be read in church this week?”

Nodding, Jamie placed his hand on Glenna’s shoulder, trying to ease the pent up look of aggression he’d worn as he’d left Beaton’s old surgery. “Aye, Mrs Fitz, I am. I thank ye for yer kind words, but I must away. My bride is needing me to bring her breakfast.”

“Ach, awa’ wi’ ye then, laddie…and gi’ her a wee kiss from me.”

With a final wave, Jamie freed himself and dashed off, incredibly aware of the time he’d taken between letting Claire leave and now.

“Where do ye think she’ll be?” Jamie questioned, his feet moving as fast as he could get them to go in the direction of their self-made home.

“I dinna think she’ll be far, nay matter what she’ll wait for ye. I can promise you that much.” Murtagh muttered, his eyes scanning the horizon for any hint of the lass.

“There,” he pointed, his hand coming up to tug at Jamie’s sleeve as he noticed movement beneath one of the trees, “sitting on that wee root.”

Turning in the direction, Jamie slowed himself, folding his hands against his stomach as he made his way towards her, keen to make his presence known, not wanting to spook her.

Claire, sensing that she wasn’t alone, looked up, her eyes rimmed red as she glanced warily at Jamie and Murtagh.

“Nay matter what ye’ve told me, Claire” Jamie began, wishing to quash any doubts she had before he spoke further, “I willna severe our union, aye? I love you, and that isna something I say lightly.”

Claire nodded, her nose tinting red as she pursed her lips and swallowed back the relief.

‘When I came here…when I found you. Even after all the heartbreak before, I felt something. It pulled at me, rearranging my insides almost.’

Murtagh translated, as roughly as he was able, whilst Claire stood, coming face to face with Jamie as she signed to him.

‘I didn’t feel his touch on my skin anymore, I felt the echo of you. You might think me daft, hallucinating memories of things that hadn’t even come to pass, but I swear to you it’s true. What happened, what he let happen…I let it happen too, was foolish. I was young and desperate to be taken seriously. But it didn’t matter. I was a joke. They all thought me useful for only one thing, the bloody bastards!’

Placing his palm against her cheek, Jamie took a step forward, his eyes softening as he watched Claire’s harsh gaze, her foot kicking at the soft soil and loosening the wet grass.

“You are so strong, sassenach. Stronger than me, aye?”

Slipping backwards, Murtagh tried to give the lovers some space as Jamie calmed Claire’s frayed nerves. Seeing the flourishing bruises on her arms only made his stomach clench, renewing the anger that he’d managed to subdue before.

Dougal was a hot-headed buffoon, but he was mostly harmless. His aim was always to scare Claire into submission, and when that hadn’t worked he’d simply lost his temper. Even though that was no excuse for his reckless behaviour, comparing that to who Claire had almost married, made him look like a saint.

After his first dalliance with her; Claire’s *honourable* husband-to-be had returned to her bed only a few days later. Only this time, not only was he drunk, but in the company of some other intoxicated army brutes. All of whom had accosted the pair, claiming the admittance of their lovemaking false. Prompted to *prove it*, Claire had been forced into a corner. Either she complied with the request, taking him to her bed whilst the others watched on, or she lost face.

Wanted to appear strong, Claire had metaphorically slapped them in the face, declaring herself no coward as she accepted their vagualy pornagraphic challenge.

She hadn’t wanted to face them during, so had lain with her back facing, her head buried beneath the pillows as she tried to reign in her emotions.

*They’re just men*, she had muttered internally, over and over, *just men and they cannot hurt me, not if I choose not to be hurt*.

But that had been a lie, something she later couldn’t sustain as she’d lay in a blast zone, her ears ringing with the pressure, shell shocked and locked in hushed world of near silence.

*He* had left her soon after that, deployed to a new location, his men sent with him and she had elected to stay behind.

They hadn’t gotten physical with her, she’d noted, but they had made themselves known. Their repulsive, slimy hands had roamed over the bared expanse of her back. And every now and again memories of them would re-surface, making her heart lurch and her palms sweat.

‘I wanted to prove myself,’ 

Claire continued, a revived power underpinning her wild hand gestures, 

‘I wanted to show them that it didn’t matter, they could mock me all they liked, but it was *my* body, and *my* choice.’

Pieces of the puzzle clicked into place, and Jamie, rocked by the epiphany, pulled in a ragged breath, his fingers sliding gently against Claire’s smooth skin.

‘You, Jamie Fraser, I don’t know what it was about you, but it felt as if I needed you. As if I couldn’t breathe. You lay there at night, your eyes semi-blinking as you slept…and if I reached out to you, you’d smile and my fingertips would pulse with the energy of it.’

“…and ye wanted me because o’ that?” Jamie broke in, interrupting Murtagh’s very quiet translations.

‘I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. I forgot everything that came before. My –disability– my lack of voice, of hearing, it wasn’t even a factor for you. When I realised that, that’s when I loved you. Because, whether you knew it or not, you loved me. I knew being physical with you, kissing you and bringing you to my bed, was frowned upon. I saw the disapproval in everyone’s eyes when they looked at me. Not only because they were afraid I was…simple, but because they couldn’t accept my forwardness.’

Taking a breath, Claire raised her hand, placing it on Jamie’s chest just over his heart as she measured its pace. Thrumming beneath her fingers, she smiled through the pain, small trails of moisture falling from her eyes as she did so.

‘I just wanted you, all of you…and I would have done anything to make that happen. Come what may.’

“C’mere, Claire,” Jamie whispered, his words catching in his throat as he brought he towards his chest, curling her against him as he swayed from side to side.

Nuzzling his neck, Claire basked in his body heat, her hands clenched tightly in the material of his thick woolen coat.

“I’m yours, Claire. Just as ye are mine…and nobody will part us now, I promise ye that.” He muttered, making sure to pronounce his words clearly as he placed his mouth against her ear and spoke.

Pushing herself closer still, Claire nodded into his chest, her chin catching on the buttons with the motion.

“She says she loves ye, dafty that ye are,” Murtagh relayed, sarcasm lacing his tone as he continued, “but I think ye owe me a whisky fer all that, and afore ye ask, lad, I amne following ye home to enlighten ye further. I’m off to check on yon Dougal Mackenzie. See if the auld bastard has risen from his deep slumber.”

Chuckling, Jamie twisted his head to the side just in time to see Murtagh slink off back towards the castle. He really would have to make sure the man got a good bottle after all of his assistance.

Leaning her away just a little, Jamie tilted Claire’s chin up so that he could look her over.

“Shall I take ye home now, mo nighean? I think ye need a wee bit of rest, I’ll stay wi’ ye, I promise.”

Taking his hand, Claire kissed his fingers with a sort of languorous caress that lulled him into serenity as he stood in the paddock.

‘Yes, I’d like that.’

“Good,” he replied, his eyes lightening at the prospect, “because I wasna going to take ‘no’ fer an answer.”

Broken Leg, Broken Heart



The rain had made the road slick.

The curve was known for being an accident magnet.

Your brothers had warned you to not get on the motorcycle again and again.

You saw the tree, rushing toward you faster than it should have. You felt your body collide and then… nothing.

You vaguely recognized the flash of red and blue as the EMTs loaded you onto the stretcher.

“Ma’am, can you hear me?”

Your eyelids fluttered, unconsciousness drawing you under again.

It wasn’t until there was a tickling, a prickling, and then an outright shot of pain radiating through your body that you woke up. The room was bright– too bright.


You turned your head just in time to see two sets of eyes staring down at you—a green set and a hazel set. “Wh…what are you doing here?”

“Oh, thank god,” Dean said, diving down and wrapping his arms around your neck.

“Ow,” you moaned, a rush of pain washing over you as your body was jostled.

“I don’t care,” Dean said. “I thought we were gonna lose you. You’ll deal with this for a second.”

“Dean, she was in a terrible accident. Give her a break.”

Dean reluctantly let go, only to be pushed aside and have his position taken by Sam.

“Easy,” you groaned.

Sam pulled back, staring down at you. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a truck.”


“What happened?”

“You didn’t listen to us, that’s what happened!” Dean said.

“I never listen to you.”

“And usually we can be there to clean up your mess. But this time–”

“Dean,” Sam warned. He turned back to you. “Y/N, what do you remember?”

Thinking hurt, but you tried to go back. “I remember… we had a hunt…”

“That was four days ago,” Dean muttered.

“And we got home…”

Sam nodded, waiting, hoping you’d remember something else.

“And then… Charlie…”

“That son of a bitch,” Dean growled.

“Where’s Charlie?” you asked, suddenly afraid. “Where is he?”

“He’s down the hall,” Sam assured you.

“We… we got in an accident… didn’t we?”

Sam nodded. “He lost control on the curve. You were thrown from the motorcycle and hit a tree.”

“That explains the pain.”

“You could have been killed!” Dean said, pushing his brother aside. “Dammit, Y/N, how many times have we told you not to go on that deathtrap?”


“No, I’m serious. You know that guy is bad news. We ran his background check, for crying out loud.”

“And didn’t find anything!” Your burst of anger made your chest hurt; you sank back against the pillow in defeat.

“But he’s still a terrible person! And he drives too damn fast on that thing.”

You wanted to argue but you were overwhelmed by the realization that you could have died. The worry you saw on both of your brothers’ faces and the pain ebbing through your body…

Whatever guardian angel was on your side had certainly done their duty.

But would they next time?


Your crutches clicked through the halls of the bunker.

“Y/N?” Sam said, poking his head out of his room. “You okay? You need something?”

“I’m fine, Sam.”

“Where are you going?”


“I’ll come with.”

“No, Sam.” You tried to give him a smile. “Please. I’m fine.”

Sam looked like he wanted to argue, but he nodded and watched as you made your (slow but steady) way down the hall.

“Y/N?” Dean called as you passed by the library. “You good? What’s wrong?”

“Dammit, can’t a girl walk down the hall without everyone flipping shit?”

You made your way into the kitchen, standing before a cabinet. None of the snacks stood out to you as extremely delicious, but you pulled down a bag of chips. You sat at the table and nibbled on the snack, fighting back tears.

“What’s wrong?”

You looked up, startled. “Cas, what are you doing?”

“How are your injuries?” Cas said, squinting slightly. You felt self-conscious about the softening bruise around your eye.

“Fine, Cas.”

“You’re in pain.”

“Only a little.”

“You’re also… sad.”

Your eyes flicked up, finding Cas’ staring right into them. “It’s nothing.”

“No, it’s not.”

You swallowed, throat and eyes burning.

“What’s wrong?” the angel asked again, gentler this time.

“It’s Charlie.”

“Your boyfriend. Have his injuries worsened?”

“No. And he’s not my boyfriend. At least, not anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

You pulled your phone from your pocket, showing the messages to Cas. A number of them in a row were from you, asking if he was okay, asking him to answer, begging him to answer.

And then today, almost a week after the accident, there was a response.

We’re done.

“He… broke up with you?”

You nodded. “Apparently the accident knocked loose the screw in his head that made him think I was okay to be with.”

“That son of a bitch!”

You and Cas turned, finding your brothers peeking around the doorframe.

“Way to go, Dean,” Sam scoffed, stepping into the kitchen.

“How long have you two been out there?”

“I’m not going to dignify that with a response,” Dean said. “Now, are you seriously telling me that that jerkwad broke up with you after nearly killing you?”

Cas handed over your phone, the brothers examining the messages.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Dean said. “Nobody does that to my baby sister. Nobody!”

“Dean, calm down,” you said with a sniff. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yeah, it is.” You stood, your brothers reaching out to steady you. “Look… you were right. He’s a shitty guy. This proves it.”

Your brothers wrapped their arms around you, trying to give you some sense of comfort.

“Um, guys? My ribs are still killing me. I love you, but can we not with the squeezing?”

Leather Jackets (Chapter 2)

‘Fag fag fag,’ Jimin hears it in his ears and he tries to ignore it as much as he can but the words ring inside his mind and he can’t turn it off and he feels like he is doing something but bad but he knows he isn’t.

Jimin’s mother was fairly religious and Jimin went to church every Sunday. And he heard the sermons that the father told and there was this particular verse that always stood out to him.

“If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them.”

It wasn’t that Jimin thought a lot about it in particular. It just stood out to him because he really couldn’t understand why the all accepting god wouldn’t accept the gays. What was so wrong in loving a boy but he never did get the answer.

There were accepting hums agreeing with what the father had just said and then Jimin would look at his mom and she had the same look on her face like everyone else.

And that is what he keeps hearing in his ears as Jungkook kisses him his hand sliding above Jimin’s shirt eliciting an erotic moan from Jimin. He feels Jungkook’s mouth moving to his neck sucking slightly and nibbling because he knows Jimin has a thing for his neck and Jungkook is a tease.

The shirt’s off of Jimin’s body and Jimin feels slightly self-conscious as he sees Jungkook eyeing him.

“You’re beautiful,” Jungkook says in a hushed voice as their lips meet again in a heated kiss and Jungkook has his hands on Jimin’s chest.

Soon Jimin is pushed down and Jungkook is on top of Jimin and they continue to kiss. Jimin has grown used to the strange taste of ash and what tastes like peppermint. In fact, Jimin loves the taste of Jungkook’s mouth that it’s addicting.

The shrill sounds of a phone ringing interrupt the peace. It’s Jungkook’s phone.

Jungkook gets up and gets the phone from the table and answers it. His expression turns sour.

“Fuck you,” he curses before hanging up when he meet’s Jimin eyes which are full of confusion.

“Who was that?”

“No one,” Jungkook answers.

Jimin isn’t convinced but he nods.

“Jimin babe I have to go,” he says.

Jimin nods.

“I’ll see you later okay, take care,”

Jimin nods again as Jungkook kisses him briefly before he grabs his jacket and leaves and Jimin sits on the bed until he moves too gathering all the takeout boxes that litter the floor

Time flies by too fast when Jungkook is around and Jimin has a paper that he still needs to write and with a sigh, he sits down with his laptop and by the time it’s 12 am he finally finishes it and is satisfied by how it has turned out and clicks save.

He sends a quick goodnight text to Jungkook and then falls asleep.

The diner is almost always full now and Seokjin has to hire someone new and he brought in a guy named Hoseok who was just a year older than Jimin himself and was a dancer. Jimin could only think about how much his mother would have disapproved if he had taken up a profession like dancing but then he sees how happy Hoseok is in his life and he can’t help but be a little envious because he is stuck doing something he is not the happiest with. But then again he has no choice in that matter.

But still, Jimin likes Hoseok because he is nice to talk to and always has a smile on his face and he helps around a lot. Seokjin seems happier than ever and that makes Jimin happy too because he had seen Seokjin suffer a lot but now the diner was finally getting the recognition it should have and Seokjin gave Jimin his promised pay rise.

Namjoon is around as much as he is able to and Seokjin seems particularly close to him. They almost look like they are dating but Jimin guesses it’s because they are just that close to each other.

All in all, Jimin is glad because how things are been going in the diner because for once he likes to come to work.

Being with Jungkook meant that Jimin had to meet almost all of his friends something that Jimin has always been hesitant about. But they are nice to Jimin constantly teasing especially Taehyung but he usually shuts up when Yoongi gives him a glare. Then there’s Sana who is always sweet to him and so is Yugyeom who seems to be the closest to Jungkook and Nayeon who sings all the time.

They are all bad people a voice reminds Jimin as he sits with them when they pass around cigarettes and drink cans of beers at a time but he always reminds himself to not judge people by what they do and how they live.

The people at the church didn’t have a lifestyle like this. They were proper uptight people who went to Sunday mass and for them, everything which caused pleasure was a sin and for the longest time, Jimin believed that but he doesn’t anymore.

Because now when he looks at Jungkook’s friends he sees them in a different light than most people would do. They don’t give them judgmental looks when Jungkook leans in to kiss Jimin. They are more accepting than any of the church folk ever were and that’s why Jimin likes them better than any people he has ever met.

He feels at home with them.

Jimin makes his way to the hospital lobby and he smiles at a few of the familiar nurses whom he has known for years now ever since his mother has been here.

He finally reaches her room and the first thing he does is to replace the dried up flowers that are in the vase beside her. He places fresh tulips in them instead, his mother’s favorite before sitting beside her.

“Happy Birthday mom,” he says.

He takes his mother’s hand and kisses it lightly and of course, there is no response. Jimin didn’t really even expect one.

“I miss you,” he says.

His mother still lies motionless but Jimin continues to talk as if she is there right beside him listening to what he is saying.

“Do you remember the time I planned a surprise for you?” he asks. “And you cried. I wish I can do that again someday”

Jimin pauses a little.

“University is been going really good. All my teachers like me and I try my best to keep up and I have mostly As so that’s good right,”

He continues.

“Seokjin hyung’s diner has been doing really well. I get a lot of tips now so that makes everything easy and I am very happy for hyung because he deserves it so much you know,”

“Everything’s been going good,” he finally says.

He contemplates whether he should tell her about Jungkook but then decides against it because it doesn’t matter and she doesn’t have to know.

“I just want you to wake up,” he says as he lets a few tears slip.

“This is your birthday and I shouldn’t cry but I really miss you,” he says as he kisses her hands again.

He watches his mother’s chest heave up and down and he looks at her face that has withered so much. He leans in and kisses her forehead.

“I’ll see you soon mom,” he says as he gets up and leaves taking one last look at his mother chest heavy with grief.

He walks back without stopping to talk or acknowledge anyone and then he gets a call from Jungkook.

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asks.

“Yeah, okay,” Jimin says. “Your place or mine?”

“Yours duh,”

“Okay,” Jimin says. He could use the distraction.

“All right I’ll see you in 2 hours,”

“Okay bye,”

“Bye,” Jungkook hangs up.

Jimin walks to the bus stop his mind clouded with Jungkook. He sometimes just can’t understand the other. Jungkook talks a lot and shares everything with Jimin but there are so many things that Jimin doesn’t know about him. The bruises that he always has and how he earns money or why does he never take Jimin to his home and insists they hang out at his.

Jimin has never let anyone get as close to him as Jungkook. The boy has kissed him, held him and seen him in ways he wouldn’t even ever imagine anyone else seeing him but still, they felt like strangers who barely knew anything about each other.

Jimin finally reaches his home and cleans up everything and then sits down to study when Jungkook comes this time with some Thai food but Jimin doesn’t care about the stupid food because Jungkook his sporting bloody knuckles messily covered up by bandages and a black eye and a deep cut on his cheek.

“Hey Jimin,” he says in a nervous voice something that he only uses when he finds Jimin staring at his questionable state.

“Hey,” Jimin simply says.

Jungkook almost seems satisfied that Jimin has once again decided not to question his state but Jimin has other plans. He isn’t gonna let him off the hook this easy.

“I brought Thai, you love Thai food right?”


Jungkook leans in and kisses Jimin and Jimin kisses him back as Jungkook puts on a movie on his laptop that he has brought along with him and it’s some animated movie but Jimin isn’t paying much attention his mind mostly engulfed in the thoughts of his mom and his boyfriend.

However, Jungkook is quick to notice.

“Everything all right babe?” he asks.

Jimin just nods.

“You sure?”

Jimin nods again as Jungkook pauses the movie and turns around so that he is facing Jimin.

“Tell me what is it?”

“I told you it’s nothing,”

“No, there is something that is bothering you and I have to know,”


“No, you got to tell me,”



“It’s my mom,” Jimin says.

“Oh, is she all right?”

“Uh yeah but today is her birthday,”

“Oh,” Jungkook says. “I am so sorry”

“It’s…it’s not your fault,” Jimin says.

Jungkook hugs him.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he whispers and Jimin nods.

Jungkook smiles and kisses Jimin.

“I am here for you always,” he says.

Jimin nods again.



“We should always tell each other everything right?”


“No secrets,”


“So can I ask you something?”

Jungkook just nods biting his lip.

“Why do you have those bruises on you?” Jimin asks. “Who is hurting you?”

“Those are nothing….,”

“You are lying to me,” Jimin said. “I can tell”

“I promise Jimine,” Jungkook says.

“Then why won’t you tell me because I can’t bear to see you come home like this every day,”

“Jimin it’s nothing….,”

“Don’t you trust me Jungkook?”

“I do,”

“Then just tell me,”

Jungkook sighs.

“I have a rivalry with a couple of people around here and sometimes we get in fights and you know…,” Jungkook trails off and he is picking the threads of his ripped jeans and not meeting Jimin’s eyes.

Jimin knows he is lying.

“What kind of rivalry?” Jimin asks.

“Jimin I…,”

“Jungkook I need to know the truth,”



“We…I mean Yoongi hyung Taehyung all of us we deal in drugs,” Jungkook sighs.

“What…,” Jimin says.

“That’s why I didn’t want you to know,” Jungkook says. “I didn’t want you to leave me”

Jimin hears and is too shocked to respond as he looks at Jungkook who refuses to meet his eye and he doesn’t believe it. Sure he always had his doubts about where exactly Jungkook and his friends get his money from and he came to the conclusion that their parents were simply rich and gave them enough that they could spend lavishly.

Drugs are the last thing Jimin expected.

“Jimin at least say something,” Jungkook says and his voice cracks. Jimin can’t believe the boy is on verge of crying.

“Jungkook,” Jimin finally says.

Jungkook looks at Jimin again with his tear-filled eyes as he gulps and croaks out a yes.

“I love you,” Jimin finally says and he feels lighter now that the weight of those three words has finally left him. He didn’t expect to tell it this soon to Jungkook having to spend sleepless nights thinking about how exactly would he tell Jungkook that he loves him and how would Jungkook respond or was he brave enough to tell him.

But now he has said it and he can’t take it back even if he wants to and there is a pregnant silence. Jimin feels a sense of gloom but he doesn’t regret what he said. It had to be said someday.

“You…you love me?” Jungkook asks.

Jimin just nods.

“Jimin,” he says. “I love you too”

At first, Jimin feels like this is something that his mind conjured up so that he feels better. He feels like he is hearing a voice and seeing things but it’s real as he feels Jungkook’s body against his and they are hugging now and Jungkook is letting out soft sobs but Jimin seems too shaken to cry.

“I love you,” Jungkook says just loud enough for Jimin to hear as he presses a kiss on his neck.

“I love you so much,” he says as he kisses Jimin’s lips.

“I love you too,” Jimin says. “I don’t care what you do”

Jungkook smiles and they kiss again and it feels like they are on the top of the world at the moment and Jimin is so happy, happier than he has ever been in years and everything is perfectly okay now that Jungkook is by his side.

Jungkook breaks away and presses a kiss on top of Jimin’s head before they sit back and Jimin cuddles up to Jungkook who rubs circles into Jimin’s skin staring into Jimin’s eyes.

“I don’t deserve you,” Jungkook says in a hushed voice but Jimin thinks otherwise.

It’s one thing to have a boyfriend and it’s one thing to be in love and now Jimin understands the difference.

Jungkook is always with him except for when he is at University or Jungkook is out ‘working’.

Jimin soon learns that Jungkook is the sappy romantic kind who likes to surprise Jimin with breakfast in bed albeit burnt up toast and half cooked eggs but Jimin doesn’t mind and it tastes like it’s made out of love and Jungkook gives him a sheepish grin as Jimin completes his breakfast. But at least Jungkook makes good coffee so there’s that.

When Jimin gets off the diner Jungkook is always there to pick him up and they go home together sometimes even at Jungkook’s house which is a small studio that Jimin vaguely remembers and it’s small but its homely and after Jungkook tries to cook up a disaster of a meal Jimin intervenes and they end up eating fried rice that Jungkook swears is the tastiest he’s ever had and Jungkook does the dishes before they fall asleep on the small bed  either talking or listening to some old band that Jungkook introduces him to. This time it’s Pink Floyd and Jimin falls in love with their music and Jungkook smiles at him pushing back a few stray strands of hair here and there.

“I’ve never loved anyone before you,” he says.

Jimin just kisses him.

Tuesday Jimin visits his mother almost a week since he has last visited and he feels guilty because he used to visit every day until he started seeing Jungkook and he hardly finds time to stop by the hospital anymore.

Of course, the first thing he does is replace the withered tulips with some fresh lilies before he sits down and takes her hand.

“Hey mom,”

He hears the constant trickle of the machines as he continues.

“You know you always told me that I could tell you anything right?”

Jimin continues.

“Something has happened in my life and I think you deserve to know more than anyone else. Mom, I am in love,” he says and smiles as he feels himself tearing up.

Jimin wipes the tears with the back of his oversized sweater as he keeps talking.

“You won’t approve because it’s a boy but that’s okay because I know you’ll still love me just the same,” he says.

“He makes me very happy,” Jimin says. “He has a lot of flaws and he might not be perfect but he does everything for me and I love him mom”

Jimin pauses as his voice cracks.

“His name is Jungkook and I’ll bring him to see you one day,” he says. “Then you’ll see what I mean. He is amazing”

“I love him and even though I know you won’t like what I’m doing I had to tell you because you are very important to me and you deserve to know what happens in my life,”

His mother stays completely still and Jimin chokes back on his tears as he stands up and presses a kiss on his mom’s forehead.

“I love you mom,” he says. “I’ll visit very soon”

Jimin takes his bag and leaves the room walking out of the hospital.

Some people might think that Jimin is stupid to talk to his mom but he knows she heard everything he has said to her in the past 4 years and he knows one day she will wake up.

Hope is the only thing he has.

Sunday are always the busiest at Seokjin’s diner and also the day Jimin makes the most off of tips that he gets.

Namjoon is always there on Sunday helping Seokjin with everything he can except for the cooking part. The man tried to get into the kitchen once and broke two plates and managed to cut himself. Seokjin then banned him so Namjoon just handles the cash and making sure the customers are all satisfied as Jimin and the new sous chef Jinyoung cook in the back.

It’s 8 pm when they finally decide to close for the day and Hoseok leaves immediately apologizing that he has some important stuff to look after so Jimin is left to clean the tables which he does while listening to Pink Floyd in the new iPod that Jungkook has given him.

He is done in about 20 minutes and he finally sweeps the floor and says bye to Jinyoung who is leaving too and he goes in the back to keep the rag and the mop when he sees Namjoon kissing Seokjin who is sat on top of the counter and Jimin being the idiot he is drops the mop getting their attention. They stop and look at Jimin.

“I uh I am so sorry,” Jimin says. “I didn’t mean to…I’ll just keep this and leave”

Jimin keeps his head down and places the mop and the rag before turning around to leave.

“Jimin wait,” he hears Seokjin,

“Yes hyung,”

“Jimin I…we don’t want anyone to know,” he says.

“I won’t…,”

“Not even to Hoseok or Jinyoung,” Seokjin cuts in. “We can’t risk it”

“Don’t worry hyung,” Jimin smiles. “I won’t ever tell anyone”

Seokjin smiles at Jimin.

“Thank you for understanding Jimin,” he says. “I didn’t expect you to”

“I know how you feel hyung,” he says.

Seokjin does look a tad bit confused at what Jimin just said but he doesn’t comment so Jimin just smiles and leaves the diner as he waits for Jungkook to pick him up but it’s over 20 minutes and there is no sign of Jungkook and he won’t pick up Jimin’s calls.

Jimin ends up taking the bus which is mostly empty at this time and goes to his home and it is a strange sight to not see Jungkook and the house feels empty.

Jimin changes and keeps calling Jungkook but he still won’t pick up and Jimin is starting to get worried now a thousand scenarios that cross his mind but he convinces himself that Jungkook is probably stuck somewhere.

It’s 11 pm and Jungkook still hasn’t returned and Jimin has begun trying all of his friends and none of them are answering and Jimin almost wants to go to the police but he knows that he can’t do it so he is stuck here waiting for them to come back.

At 12:15 am there is a pounding on the door and Jimin opens it hopeful to say Jungkook and ready to yell at him for not taking his calls. It’s Jungkook who Is barely standing up along with Yoongi, Taehyung, Yugyeom and some other guys he has never seen before. They all look rough and beaten up and Jimin lets them in. They help Jungkook lie on the bed.

“What happened?” he asks Taehyung who is tight-lipped looking at Yoongi.

“Someone hit him on the head with a glass bottle,” Yoongi says.

“What? Why?”

“Some fight took an ugly turn we all got hurt but Jungkookie got the worst hit,”

“Did you take him to a doctor?” Jimin asks.

Taehyung nods.

“What did the doctor say?”

“He’ll be fine the wounds are not too deep and he removed the glasses,”

Jimin almost tears up sitting on the bed.

“Shush Jimin it’s gonna be fine,” Taehyung says.

Jimin looks at Jungkook’s still body lying on the bed the dried blood on his shirt and his hair and he doesn’t feel like it.

“He is gonna be all right,” Yoongi says. “You don’t have to worry”

“Hyung’s right,” Yugyeom says.

Their words hardly comfort Jimin but he just nods.

“Thanks for bringing him here,”

They all nod and some of them begin to leave and now Yoongi, Taehyung, and Yugyeom are the only ones left.

“Should I get you guys something?”

“Tea would be nice,” Yoongi says.

Jimin leaves and goes to the kitchen and makes them all tea before bringing the cups to them. They all sip their faces grim.

“I should have taken better care,” Yoongi says.


“Look at him,” Yoongi says. “This is all my fault”

“Yoongi hyung stop saying that,” Taehyung says and Yoongi gnaws at his lip before he looks at Jimin.

“I am sorry Jimin,”

“You don’t have to apologize,” Jimin says.

Yoongi doesn’t say anything but just sips his tea before he stands up.

“Come on we still have to see through the fuckers that dared to attack our Kookie,” Yoongi says.

Taehyung and Yugyeom stand up and they nod at Jimin who just presses his lips and nods back. Yoongi is the last to leave.

“Jimin,” he says. “Please take good care of Jungkook”

Jimin nods.

“You know Jungkook is a strange kid and the last person you would expect to fall in love but he really does love you,”

Jimin feels himself tearing up again.

“Please don’t hurt him,” Yoongi says.

“I wouldn’t dare to,” Jimin says. “I love him too”

Yoongi nods.

“Stay safe,” Jimin says.

Yoongi nods again before leaving as Jimin closes the door and cries a little looking at Jungkook before fatigue takes over him and he finally falls asleep.

The next morning Jimin wakes up but he is not on the floor but instead on the bed sleeping beside Jungkook who is looking at him.

“Morning, beautiful,” he says.

Jimin sits up immediately looking at Jungkook smiling and he kisses him overjoyed.

“You idiot,” he says. “Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

“I am…,”

“And why aren’t you resting you have a head wound,”

“Jimin I feel fine…,”

‘Shut up,” Jimin says. “I’ll make you something to eat”

“Jimin,” Jungkook says stopping him. “Just sit here”

Jimin sits back and looks at Jungkook and he feels his eyes brimming with tears.

“Why did you have to get in the fight?” he asks.

Jungkook bites his lip.

“I am sorry Jimin…,”

“Do you have any idea how worried I was for you?”


“You can’t just make me worry about your safety like this…,”


“Promise me you won’t get in any more fights…,”

‘Jimin it doesn’t work…,”

“No, I can’t see you like this anymore,” Jimin says. “I love you”

“I know and I love you too”

“So promise me,” Jimin looks up into Jungkook’s eyes.

“I can’t promise that I’ll never fight but I promise to try to stay away,” Jungkook says. “Is that enough?”

Jimin nods hugging Jungkook.

Jungkook runs his hair through Jimin’s hair and Jimin listens to the sound of his heartbeat and it feels like a perfect moment but it really isn’t.

Jimin only just realizes how risky life is for them.

Hope Part V

Previous Parts: Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV  Part IV [Side fic]

Genre: Slight teasing, Drama, Angst (The Vampire Diaries AU! Part V) 

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook; Reader x Yoongi

Word Count: 2.3k-ish 

Originally posted by themoonofsatan

After the whole incident with Yoongi and the recollection of your memories from your other life, you decided to sleep, hoping to find solace in your slumber but it was in vain. As your eyes shut close, you found nothing but more visions, visions of you and Yoongi and somehow, you didn’t want to wake up. You wanted to see more, more of your life with him.

However, fate had other plans for you, jostling you awake as you felt something brush against your cheek. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open to find a rather amused Yoongi sleeping mere inches in front of you with his hand on your cheek as his eyes admired you.

You smiled at him, happy to see his face after so long but you couldn’t help the pang of guilt that struck your heart when your thoughts drifted to Jungkook, who was probably trying his best to find you.


In an instant, he hovered you, pinning you to the bed with your wrists above your head and his legs on either side of your body. Your eyes widened in shock, lips parting with a soft gasp and your mind was left blank yet somehow, your body knew what to anticipate as he leaned downwards. Your eyes closed as his lips grazed yours until he was kissing you, hard. Your hands squirmed in his grasp but not to push him away but to tangle in his hair as you pulled him closer to you because no matter the circumstances, in that moment, you needed him.

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Professor Park

» Part two

So here it finally is. I’m sorry if it sucks, I’m not a writer and English isn’t my first language so please don’t be to hard on a hoe. Anyway, i wanted to expand the story a little bit by digging into the characters so it’s going to be a lil angsty

Author: amsimaria

Word count:  6,6K

Feature: Jimin x Reader ft. Jackson Wang (got7)


5 days later

Your eyes feel heavy, staring at the empty Starbucks coffee cup that’s rolling on the wooden floor of your small apartment.
A sharp pain enters your head when you close your eyes and turn your head to face the wall.
Your lack of appetite made you weak and unable to think rationally about everything that had happened.
All you could think about was how you could avoid the man that had so much power over you, preferably for ever.
The memory of your intimate moment with him was clear as day, which made everything even worse. His forehead, covered in sweat with a few strands of his thick black hair bouncing on his forehead as he pumped himself inside of you. His hands all over your body, gripping and squeezing your flesh.

The worst thing about it all was that you were still dreaming about him every night and they would always end with him walking away with a smug grin on his face while you were crying your eyes out.

You had been skipping classes for three days in a row now, and you didn’t plan on going back there for at least a few more days, maybe even another week after that.
You couldn’t stand the thought of seeing him, act like nothing happened and going back to his wife, giving her the love that you craved for so much.
You wanted to hate him, but every time your mind spilled the image of his smiling face, you couldn’t help but to almost burst out in tears again.
You were a mess.
How could you let him have so much control over you?
Would he even think about you?
Thinking about that made you feel even worse because deep down you knew you were nothing more than a promiscuous schoolgirl to him.

You hear the sound of Melanie’s key pocking the key hole on the outside of your apartment. Watching her come in, you notice her arms are clinging on to two bags, one from Top Shop and the other from American Apparel, two of your favorite clothing shops.
You look at her with a sigh. Your eyes looking lifeless and utterly exhausted from lack of sleep and overthinking to much.
A worried look appears on her face when she closes the door behind her.

The days hadn’t been easy on her either, hearing you crying yourself to sleep and listening to you constantly putting yourself down.

“How are you doing babe?” She asked, her voice calm but with laced slight desperation

‘’I’m ok i guess’’ you answer, staring down at your lap

‘’Was he there?’’ you ask, as you start to you nervously play with the end of your sleeve. You eyes filled with desperation.

‘’Uh.. yea, yeah he was..“ she replies, looking at the ground and rubbing her neck with one hand

Silence fills the room.

”You have to try letting this go man.. He doesn’t deserve this.’’ Melanie sighed.

‘’You need to come back and start picking up the pieces before you start missing actual important shit. I’m sick of seeing you hurt like this. I refuse to let you fuck up your life over some asshole (Y/N), i won’t let it happen.“ She continued

As you look down at your feet, Melanie puts down the bags and sits herself down next to you, placing one arm around you and pushing the side of your head onto her shoulder.

“I assure you it’ll be alright, ok?” She promises bravely

You know everything will be far from alright, but you didn’t want to upset your comforting friend by telling her otherwise, so you just keep quiet and give her a small nod.

“Now get your fine ass into these cute pieces i just bought you, or i will.” She jokingly demands before excitingly getting up and pulling some pieces of pastel colored clothing out of one of the bags.

You struggle to get up, looking at Melanie, who is now holding a yellow piece of clothing in her hand, with a face full of excitement.

‘’Try this one, with this white top.’’ She says while handing you another piece of clothing, this time white.

‘’Uh.. These colors don’t really match my mood, or my face at the moment Mel..’’

‘’Oh come on, nobody is going to notice your ‘’mood’’ when you’ll be rocking these tomorrow.’’  Melanie replies, holding a pair of pastel-yellow colored culottes in front of you.

“Put them on’’ she demands

You obey with a sigh and start to squeeze yourself into the waist-tight over-knee trousers  

‘’Yasssss! It really accentuates your apple bottom babe’’ She lifts your hand in an attempt to make you turn.

“Melanie that’s the last thing i want right now’’ You shout insecure

‘’I don’t want to be noticed, i feel gross enough as it is.’’ you continue, your voice softer this time. sitting back down onto your bed with a defeated look in your eyes.

Melanie sighs.

‘’I’m just trying to help you get out of this downward spiral you’re in (Y/N).’’

You keep quiet.

“Wear a vest over it then?’’ She implies

‘’It’s not about the clothing Mel..’’ You interrupt, shaking your head with a sad smile on your face.

‘’It’s all in your head, you know that right? You just have to swallow the fear of seeing him again.’’ She points out in a serious tone.

‘’I will help you get over it, ok? i promise. Don’t let him see you are broken.’’ she continues

‘’I know.. I- i just really hate him Melan-‘’ unable to finish your sentenced caused by the tickling sensation in your throat from tears coming up, you place your face in the palm of your hands as tears start drowning your eyes again.

‘’Me too, (Y/N) Me too..’’ Melanie sighs, lowering herself to the floor and letting herself fall on her knees next to you, placing the side of her face onto your lap and taking both of your wet hands into hers, holding them tight.

You both stare into the room in silence for a few minutes.

‘’Thank you for being there for me Mel… I’m sorry for acting like a total cry baby these last few days. I don’t deserve a good friend like you.’’ You whimper, pecking your friend on her temple and drying your face with the bed sheet.

‘’You are right, i have to face him and keep my head held high.’’ You say, lifting your chin while jokingly smiling.

You hug your friend before you continue to try on the rest of the clothes she bought you.

- The next morning.

Walking towards the University, you feel the ball, build up of insecurities in your stomach getting intenser and intenser by the minute. You hesitate to walk back to your safe dorm room, but Melanie, who’s paying close attention to your worried expression, is holding on to your hand so tight, that you were sure she would drag you into the campus if she had to.
And she was right, you had to face your problems instead of avoiding them, even if they happened to be the married teacher you’re insanely in love with.

Arriving at the entrance, you both make your way to your first class.
It’s a 2-hour Statistics class.
You feel the pace of your heartbeat speeding up as you watch the clock on the wall every now and then. You were secretly hoping you would somehow faint before your third period began, so you’d have a good reason to skip it, but you knew skipping would only postpone it and make it worse.
At the end of the class you feel lightheaded, caused by all the stress, and an empty stomach as your nervousness resulted in lack of appetite this morning.

Walking towards the entrance of Professor Park’s class, you feel your knees getting weaker with every step you take. The 4 inch high wedges Melanie forced you to wear under the yellow culottes didn’t make it rather easy for you.

‘’Mell, i can’t do this..’’ You say while shaking your head in defeat, eyes filled with desperation

‘’Yes you can, just act like nothing happened ok? she calmly assures you

You feel slight relief as her soberness always seemed to calm you down whenever you were feeling stressed.
She locks her fingers into yours and pulls you inside the classroom.

When you enter, you see Professor Park sitting at his desk, which is odd, he usually always stands leaning against it to greet his students.
You quickly hide your face behind your brown locks and look away from him.
Sitting down at a desk all the way in the back, you look up to see Professor Park still sitting down at his desk, not paying the class any attention.

Your memories of his face didn’t do him too justice. Seeing him again made you feel heartsick.
All you wanted was to feel his soft lips kiss yours again, his eyes smiling at you like you were the girl he searched for his entire life.
A cold and sad feeling creeps into you when you think about how out of reach he actually were from you and how you could never make him love you like you loved him.
Your vision becomes blurring, as you stare at the man you knew would never be yours.

“Are you alright (Y/N)? Melanie asked worried.

Her words didn’t get through to you, you were numb by the feeling of being helpless and lonely.

Suddenly Professor Park gets up from his chair and walks over to the door, closing it to begin his lesson.
Looking into the now filled classroom with an expressionless face, his eyes suddenly widen when his gaze falls on you sitting in the back with your face turned down and your forehead resting on the hand that is leaning on the hard material of the desk, covering your eyes.

Your eyes meet when you slowly look up to see him frozen by surprise, still staring at you. You quickly look away as you feel more tears coming up.

“Ok everyone, L-let’s start today with the following topic, which is In-inflation” He says, nervously blinking, before walking back to his Macbook book to start the projector.

“I can’t do this Melanie..” you admit to your friend in a wobbly voice, looking at her with your eyes telling her everything she needs to know.

Glancing into your now tear filled eyes, she’s silenced by feeling of guilt.
As soon as she starts touching your shoulder in attempt to comfort you, you feel a tear strolling down your cheek, followed by another.
You take your bag, swoop it around your shoulder and start to quickly stumble down towards the exit. One hand covering your mouth and your soaking wet eyes looking away from Mr Park, the man who held your heart in the palm of his hand without even fully realizing it.
Silence fills the classroom as everyone watches you flight your way towards the door.

When outside, you start sobbing like a little kid.
You spurt to the nearest bathroom to hide from your embarrassment.
Locking yourself inside one of the toilets, you sit down on the toilet and place your face in your shaking hands.

A projection of his shocked face, played your mind in an endless loop. The memory of him touching your body with his strong hands, gazing into your eyes and adoring you, had almost become a surreal fantasy of what you wanted it to be. It was almost like it didn’t happen and you made it all up because you were so obsessed with him.

Tears were dripping down your lab like rain drops as your thoughts take full control over your emotions.
You feel your phone vibrating in your bag, probably a worried Melanie. You decide not to look at it, as you didn’t want to talk about it.
You just wanted to go away and leave all of this behind, start a new life somewhere else and just forget about everything.  
If it was only that easy.

Suddenly you hear a noise coming from the entrance of the girls bathroom.
“Are you in there?”

It was Mr Park’s voice.

A hot flash runs through your whole body, paralyzing you the minute you heard his familiar voice say your name.
It gives you a strangely warm and safe feeling at first but when your memory reminds you of all the embarrassment you’ve caused, you feel instantly sad.

As you don’t answer, you hear his steps coming closer towards the toilet booth you locked yourself in.

‘’I know you’re in there..’’

You remain silent, but your whimpers undoubtedly gave away your presence.

‘’(Y/N) why are you hiding from me? And why are you crying?’’ he asked, his voice low and slightly annoyed.

You wipe away some of the wetness your tears left on your cheeks with an angry swoop, and you open the door of the toilet booth to then stumble out, standing now one feet away from him and looking him into his inviting dark brown eyes, bearing an enraged expression on your face.
You wanted to scream at him and curse him out, but standing in his presence made you feel weak and defenseless.

‘’I.. I feel so stupid!’’ you cry, placing your face in the palms of your hands

Taking one step towards you, he leans over your small frame, taking your hand into his.
Your heart starts racing inside your chest as your faded memories of the intimate moments you shared with him, suddenly all became real again.
Lifting your chin with his other hand, he gently wipes away some of the wetness under your eyes as he gazes into them, making you look away and lowering your gaze to the floor from embarrassment.
You pull back your hand, but he tightens his grip around your wrist, refusing to let go of it.
His hand slowly sliding down your face towards your neck, touching your bottom lip with his thumb.

‘’I haven’t forgotten about you if that’s what you think’’ He suddenly states, almost whispering it.  

His words made you turn your eyes back at him in surprise, meeting his gaze and only blinking at him.

You both stay silent for a few seconds.
He lowers his gaze to the side and back to you, then sighs. ‘’Meet me at 7pm tonight at the coffee place across the street so we can talk about this in private ok?.’’ He commands, his voice warm, but his tone serious.

‘’Ok..’’ You nod in response, looking him into his dark brown eyes.
Letting go of your hand, he turns around to walk back in the direction of his classroom.
His words echoing your mind as you watch him disappear around the corner.

Was it possible it all meant just as much to him as it did to you?
Possibly not, but the thought of being alone with him with, having his full attention sounded like pure heaven to you right now.

- 7PM

Arrived at the arranged place, you take a seat in the back of the coffeeshop, patiently waiting for him to arrive.
His words domineering your thoughts the whole time you were waiting.

You start to get worried when you look at your phone and see it is already 7:21.

Would he even show up?
Why would he, he didn’t care about leaving you behind the first time you let him have his way with you, why would care now?

You start getting anxious at the thought of him forgetting about you or worse, not even caring enough to show up in the first place.
Your eyes light up when you suddenly see the face of your teacher appearing from the entrance.

Your heart starts pounding with excitement and you feel yourself shaking from adrenaline. But when you squint your eyes to get a better view, your heart sinks to your feet. His hand was holding on to that of the woman who he was with the time you saw him at that lounge bar.

Completely paralyzed, you watch your teacher taking a chair from a table in the front, offering it to the woman to sit herself down, then sliding it back to the table. He sits down next to her and, starts touching the small of her back with his right hand and places kisses on her cheek, making her giggle.

Your eyes immediately start to tear up from anger and heartache.

How could he do something so cold?
Was this his way of showing you you should stay away from him and forget him.
You hated him, you wanted to throw your hot coffee into his stupid face and tell him he’s an asshole, but too broken to do something you, take your bag and start storming out of the coffeeshop passed the happy couple.

Two months had passed and you’d switched classes with a girl who wanted to be in Park’s class so bad, she’d practically begged you for it.
Your new Economy class was given by an old lady, a bit slow and boring, but you were happy you could follow the course without having to see Professor Park all the time. Next to that, the new class happened to be a very social one. Everyone worked together and you made a few new friends, including a cute boy named Jackson.
He was 2 years older than you, but he was very playful and he always seemed to be in a good mood. He always made you laugh at the most inconvenient moments and his dry jokes made you mostly forget about everything that had happened to you the last couple of months.

Once in while you still saw your old professor when he walked passed you in the hallways, and most of the time he just acted like you weren’t even there. You hated the way he could act like nothing happened while you still hunkered for his conditional love. You tried your best not to look at him or show him any kind of attention, but it was hard and it was painful every time.

‘’Psst sleepy head, have you studied for the upcoming test?’’ your hear a low voice whispering, coming from behind you and waking you from your daydream about your planned trip to Asia next spring.

‘’Yea, sorta’’ You whisper, turning around at Jackson, before giggling at yourself for how unprepared you actually were for that test.

“Ah ok, let me know if you need help ok?’’ Jackson kindly offers, while smiling.

‘’I will, thanks’’ You smile, turning your head back to the front.

After leaving the classroom, you make your way towards the University’s exit to meet Melanie who was waiting for you at the coffeeshop.
You slightly jump up when you feel a hand on your upper back, stopping you in your tracks. Turning around to see who’s arm it was, you see Jackson’s cheerful face smiling at you.

‘’Hey, i wanted to ask you something. I thought it would be kinda lame if i asked it over text.’’ He mutters, scratching the back of his neck with his hand.

‘’Wow, that sounds pretty serious. Should i prepare myself for your question?’’ You joke

“No.. No. I just. I uh.. I wanted to ask you if you want to go and have a drink with me tonight.’’ He stutters while uncomfortably darting his eyes around before back at you.

A little shocked by his sudden nervousness, you laugh. ’’You don’t have to be so shy about it weirdo’’ You joke, prodding his shoulder with your hand.

Embarrassed by his obvious nervousness, he shakes his head while putting his face in the palm and laughing at himself.

“I’d love to go.’’ You finally answer him, your voice in a higher tone.

‘’Great! Pick you up at eight?’’ He asks joyfully

“Sounds good.’’ You smile

Watching him walk away backwards, you start laughing when you see him bumping his back into a girl who was talking to her friend.

Walking towards the coffeeshop you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about your former professor.
You were still weak for him. Yes, your transfer had helped you get over most of your heartbreak and your new class was a lot better than you could’ve wished for, but still, your love for him had only become more complicated. His words had plagued your mind for weeks. You could sometimes still feel the anger build up when your memories brought back the image of him and his wife entering that coffeeshop.
Maybe it was a good thing Jackson asked you out you thought to yourself.
Maybe he could help you finally get over that asshole. It was a little bit of a selfish thought, but Jackson was a sweet guy and if it wasn’t for the heartbreak, you would’ve probably already asked him out yourself. And besides, a cute guy like him being that nervous to ask a girl out is just adorable.

‘’Tool. ’’ You silently say to yourself while rolling your eyes while widely smiling at his clumsiness before entering the coffeeshop. Spotting Melanie sitting in a booth in the back, you decide to get yourself a coffee first.

Sliding next to Melanie who was rapidly typing her fingers on the keyboard of her laptop, you take a sip of your hot coffee.

‘’Hey boo.’’ Melanie says, not taking her eyes off the bright screen of her laptop.

You giggled at the sight of her big black hipster glasses covering her small face, before greeting her.  

‘’I’m sorry, i gotta finish this reeeal quick.’’ She hastily says.

Silence fills the space between you and your friend as she continues typing on her laptop.
Staring into the coffeeshop, your eyes fall on a couple who seemed to be having an argument about something. While taking another sip of your coffee and watching the pair, the the image of Professor Park and his wife sitting at the table in the front comes ghosting your memory again.
You wondered if they ever fought. Of course they did. Or maybe not?
You didn’t know the woman at all, and even though you had no right to, you hated her with every inch of your body. What was so great about her? What did she have that you didn’t?
Yes, she was presumably a couple of years older than you, and unlike you, she probably had her shit together.
But still, what made him want to marry her? Those questions made you insecure and sometimes somewhat obsessive.

‘’How was class?’’ Melanie asks, bringing the coffee cup to her lips while looking at you.

‘’Good.’’ You mouth absently, still staring at the couple.

‘’Sounds convincing’’ Melanie replies sarcastically

Shaking your head from your thoughts you turn back facing your friend.

‘’Sorry, i was lost in my thoughts for a sec.’’ You reply, after focusing your attention back to Melanie.

‘’About what?’’ she asks, wriggling her eyebrows and throwing one leg over your lap.

When you’re just about to say something, Melanie interrupts you ’’No wait let me guess, you were thinking about that hottie from your new class, who you haven’t introduced me to by the way.’’ She smirks. ‘’What was his name again Jack?’’

‘’Jackson.’’ You reply

‘’He uh.. He asked me out just before i came here.’’

‘’Whuuut! No waaaay.’’ Melanie almost shouts while taking her leg off your lap and starts leaning forward. Gaping at you for a few seconds.

‘’Yes. ’’ You chuckled

‘’And?’’ She asked, stretching her neck out forward and raising an eyebrow.

‘’And what?’’

‘’And, are you gonna bang em?’’ Melanie asked, leaning back and bringing her coffeecup to her lips.

‘’NO! You dumbass’’ You laugh. ‘’I said yes tho. He is going to pick me up at eight tonight.’’ You shyly smile, sounding a little proud.

‘’Good. You could use some lovin, girl.’’ Melanie winks

‘’How was he today..’’ You ask, after a few moments of silence

‘’Who Park? He’s an asshole (Y/N) forget him.’’ she scoffs, looking back at her screen.

‘’I just want you to forget about him. I want my old friend back. The confident one.’’ Her voice sounding a little warmer now.

Lowering your gaze to your lap, you start nervously playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Look at me.’’ Melanie commands, raising your chin with her finger. “You deserve better, man.’’

Nodding in response, you prudently smile at your friend.

Her words were sweet, and you were sure she meant them, but you had to believe them yourself, and you didn’t.

‘’I’m sure he’s fucking some other student now anyway.’’ She mouths, looking back at her laptop.

‘’Really what makes you think that?.’’ You ask in a rushed voice, swiftly darting your eyes back to your friend’s, sounding slightly upset.

‘’Calm dooown.’’ She frames ‘’I’m just assuming with him being a dick and all.’’ She states, lazily.

“Whatever he can do whatever he wants right? Fuck him.’’ You said, sounding unconvinced.

‘’Yeah! That’s the spirit. And besides, you got a date with a hot guy tonight so fuck Park.’’ She says, wriggling her eyebrows.  

‘’Anyway we better get back, we gotta be in class in 15 minutes’’ You sigh, taking your bag and sliding out of the booth.

‘’Yeah let’s go.’’ Melanie says, taking the lid of her coffeecup between her teeth and taking her things before getting out as well.

- 8 PM

After getting a text from Jackson, you hastily take your things and leave your apartment to go on your date with him.

“Hey’’ You greet him with a smile.

“Hey, you look.. g-great!’’ He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously, while scanning you down as you get in the car. His eyes stopping on your tight bordeaux over-shoulder dress.

‘’Well you texted me to wear something fancy but danceable so here you go’’ You shrug, jokingly.

‘’Where are we going anyways?’’ You ask, as he drives away from the campus.

‘’You’ll see.’’ He mischievously smirks, looking at you before looking back at the road.

Arriving at a street full of nightclubs, you continue to stare out of your window, looking at the nicely dressed people walking down the sidewalk. The people here were obviously rich or something, you thought to yourself. Looking at the terraces, you see people smoking cigars, wearing flashy watches and expensive suits.

‘’Wow this looks a little out of reach for a couple of college students’’ You mutter, looking at Jackson before turning back to stare at the sophisticated individuals.

‘’Well, you’re kind of right yeah.’’ He laughed, watching you stare out of your window.

‘’We’re going to go to that club.’’ Jackson points at a place a little further, pushing his finger against your window.

“Really.. How? I don’t understand..’’ You ask, looking confused.

‘’Just come with me’’ Jackson calmly smiled after parking his car.

You both get out and he jokingly holds his elbow out for you to grab onto.  

When arriving in front of the club, you see a massive line of well dressed people waiting to get in.

‘’How are we ever going to get in here? I’m not even 21 and look at that massive line. It will take ages’’ You state, giving Jackson a questionable look.

Taking your hand without saying anything, Jackson pulls you passed the endless waiting line towards the enormous bouncer and a girl who was wearing an earpiece and held a clipboard in her hand.

‘’What are you doing? You’re going to make a fool out of us!’’ You silently shout, making Jackson instantly chuckle.

“You’re so cute, just come with me. The bouncer has a crush on me.’’ Jackson said, pulling you with him.

When the bouncer sees the both of you, he nods at the girl and she immediately unhooks the cord and let’s you both pass. When walking passed them, the bouncer winks at Jackson without smiling, making you even more confused.

When inside, you tuck on Jackson’s arm. ‘’What just happened?’’ You ask, stopping you both from moving before shaking your head confusingly and furrowing your eyebrows at him.

‘’I told you. The bouncer wants a piece of this.’’ He smirks, wriggling his eyebrows while taking his jacket his jacket off.

After laughing at your very confused face he starts talking again. ‘’No, just kidding, my uncle owns this place.’’ He explains, taking your jacket of off you and handing it to the guard robe lady. ’’I can go whenever i want.’’

‘’Wow, that’s pretty cool.’’

‘’Yeah, i guess it is.’’ He shrugged, taking your hand as he walks towards the major marble opening, in the shape of a half moon.

As you both walk in, you couldn’t believe your eyes. The place was amazing. It was one gigantic white marble room, with the ceiling shaped as a dome. And in the middle of the dance floor, there was huge fountain spewing water in all shapes and colours. The DJ booth was located on the white balcony of the second floor, facing the entire club.

‘’This place is amazing Jackson.’’ You say, slapping his chest, still looking around in awe.

‘’I’m glad you like it.’’ He smiled. ‘’It used to be an orthodox church, but they renewed the place.

‘’It’s amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it.’’

Taking your hand, he guides you to a vip like area and you sit down on one of the suede sofa’s.

After a bit of talking and drinking some fruity cocktails, you feel yourself getting restless from the buzz of the alcohol.

‘’Let’s go dancing!’’ You shout excitingly, taking Jackson’s hand and pulling you with him as you make your way towards the dance floor.

As you both start dancing, you notice Jackson getting a little nervous, as he starts avoiding your gaze. Feeling bold, you take his hand and start dancing more close to him.

You had to admit, you were feeling pretty good and you were having fun dancing around with Jackson. For the first time in weeks you didn’t feel insecure and actually felt confident about yourself. You didn’t know if it was because you were falling for Jackson or simply because a cute boy gave you the attention and admiration you so desperately needed. The way Jackson looked at you was so different from the way Mr. Park had looked at you back then. Jackson eyes showed adoration, fondness, cherish. While Park’s eyes showed, lust, desire and hunger. You couldn’t understand why you were so fond of the man. All you two really had was one sexual moment. He didn’t promise you love, nor commitment. Maybe you were the kind of person that just wanted the things she couldn’t have.  

‘’I really like your hair up like that! You should do it more often.’’ Jackson shouts over the music, his eyes twinkling.

Smiling in response, you lift his hand over you head and start doing a little twist beneath it, rolling your back into his chest. Feeling him stiffen under your touch, you lift your hand and place it behind his neck, letting your head slightly rest on his shoulder.

After three minutes of intimate slow dancing you lift your head back up, facing the dance floor.
Your eyes fall on the face of your former professor, standing a little further away from the dance floor, looking at the two of you in complete shock. Blinking a few times, trying to apprehend if this wasn’t one of your memories, playing the image of his flawless features. The image of the man you’d been avoiding for the last couple of months. The man who broke your heart.

It was him, you were sure.

Damn he looks good.

You noticed him scanning your body from top to bottom with his eyes, and after meeting his gaze for a few seconds, he turns back to the group of guys he was with.

Isn’t he with his dumb wife?

You thought, almost saying it out loud in disgust.

All of a sudden you started feeling like this was your golden opportunity to take revenge on the man. You turn around and start kissing Jackson.

After half a minute of intense kissing, you break loose from the kiss. Jackson’s eyes were filled with bliss and his whole demeanor smiled while still holding your neck with his hand.

You felt kind of wrong for using Jackson in your little revenge play, but that didn’t even come close to the amount of thrill your felt from the slight chance you had at making your professor jealous.

Slowly turning around to see if he was still looking at you, Jackson suddenly grabs your hand.

“My uncle texted me to come see him upstairs for a few minutes. Do you want to come with me?’’ Jackson asked considerately.  

‘’No, no! That’s ok i needed to pee anyway.’’ You smile.

Quickly turning around to see if Park was still looking at you, you notice him to be gone.

Has he really left?

Looking around to see if he had maybe walked over to another spot, you notice the little group of people he was with to be gone too.

You walk over to the big hall where the toilets were located. Your eyes shifting around, searching for a familiar face, hoping there would still be a slight possibility he’d be here.  

When you pass by the thick marble pillar connected to the wall, you feel two hands grabbing you by your waist, pulling you closer.

The lobby of the club was a lot darker and you had to blink a few times to adjust your eyes to make up the face that was only inches away from yours. Your heart starts racing when you recognize the familiar face of your former professor. Park. 

‘’Hhmmhh.. Look at you’’ He hummed, biting his lip and staring at you with intense desire. His voice thick with arousal.

‘’What are you doing?! Professor, I came here with someone.’’ You say, trying to push him off of you.

‘’Ah, I love it when you call me that baby’’ He purred down your neck, not letting go of your waist and placing his lips on the soft flesh of your neck and trailing down kisses on your strapless shoulders, sending your body shivers like no other could.

Feeling him so close to you made your breath become unsteady from arousal. He broke you, humiliated you and changed you into this obsessive insecure girl that lost almost all of her confidence, yet still had you wrapped around his finger in a matter of seconds. That thought made you angry. Pulling yourself loose from his grip, you take one step backward.

‘’Don’t you have a wife to go to? Professor.’’ You scoff, your voice slight shaky, laced with build up insecurities.

‘’Jimin.’’ He sighed.


‘’Call me Jimin.’’ He warmly smiled, looking into your eyes as if you were someone he genuinely cared for.

Not being able to bring up the words, you stay silent, just looking at him with slightly parted lips.

‘’You make me go insane, you know that?’’ He says, taking a step closer to you. ‘’I mean look at you.. You gave me a hard on just by standing there.’’ He slowly sneaks his hand around your butt cheek.

‘’You’re drunk’’ You state while carefully scanning his face.

‘’Oh is that so?’’ Placing his hand on the back of your thigh, he slowly lowers himself in front of you, still looking into your eyes. ‘’Man.. What i would to get a taste of you right know.’’ He purrs, sneaking his other hand under the split of your dress.
Reaching your panties, he gently eases two fingers inside your soaking wet core, making you quietly moan, but loud enough for him to hear.

“Fuck.’’ He breaths ‘’You’re tight little pussy is soaking wet.’’ His words slurred and his eyelids hanging from both arousal and the buzz of the alcohol.

‘’Do you like me filling you up baby?’’ Jimin breaths.
You quietly moan at the feeling of his fingers slowly going in and out your still very tight core.

“No, no. Stop, there are people here. And this isn’t right. I came here with someone. I have to go back to him before he comes looking for me.’’ You say, sounding out of breath, pulling his hand away as you take a step back.

‘’What? You mean that clown you were kissing back there?’’ Jimin snorts, getting back up he points his head towards the direction of the dance floor while laughing in a condescending manner. ‘’You need a real man (Y/N), not some college douchebag who probably doesn’t even know how to give it to you right.’’

You remain silent, your gaze fixed on the ground.

‘’Let me take you home.’’ He says, his voice warm but low.

His words felt like honey to your ears. He wanted you so bad and you loved every second of it.
Though you wanted nothing more than to leave with him, your intuition was screaming for you not to give in. For you to go back to Jackson who actually liked you for you and didn’t use you or break your heart. Jackson was cute, sweet and fun to be with but your love for Jimin Park was so much more than just a crush, your heart literally skipped a beat every time your name rolled of his skillful slick tongue. You’d never felt anything like this, ever.

‘’I can’t.. You broke me heart.’’ You finally answer, looking back into his eyes.

Jimin sighs. “(Y/N) look..’’ He says stroking your jaw. ‘’I’m sorry if i hurt you.. It’s just.. I can’t stop thinking about you. You are the woman of my dreams.’’

The woman of his dreams..
Did he really mean that?

‘’Really?’’ You shyly smile.

‘’Yes. I’m just in a complicated situation right now.’’ He said.

You were unable to tell if he was being honest. You would probably buy anything that came from his mouth. You were putty in his hands, locked under his spell.

‘’I want to keep seeing you. Please let me take you home tonight.’’

Your obsession with him had become unhealthy. You often found yourself imagining him calling his wife and letting the phone lay next to you while he fucked you, and you moaned his name in between the sound of skin slapping skin.
You were so jealous of a woman you didn’t even know that it had made your thoughts somewhat wicked and hateful towards her. You wanted him all to yourself.  

After a few seconds of silence you answer.

‘’I’ll go with you on one condition..’’

‘’Anything’’ He replies, looking straight into your eyes. His voice clear.

‘’I want you to take me to your house, and fuck me on your kitchen counter while your wife is asleep in your bedroom.’’ You boldly state, looking into his eyes with all the seriousness, making him widen his eyes and parting his lips at your words.

‘’What.. A-are you being serious?’’ He raises his eyebrows at you.

‘’Yes. If you want to fuck me professor, you have to take me to your house and do me while your wife is asleep.’’ You reply innocently but clear.

‘’I.. I can’t do that (Y/N)..’’  

‘’Why not? She’s asleep, she won’t notice. I’ll be very quiet.’’ You promise, biting your lip while looking him into is eyes. 

You were so desperate for him to give in. You just wanted some kind of confirmation that he didn’t value her as much as you thought he did. 

After some consideration, Jimin gives in. ‘’Let’s go.’’ He says without smiling, looking at you with his lust filled eyes. 

Getting into Jimin’s car, you text Jackson that you weren’t feeling good and took a cab home. You felt awful for leaving Jackson like that, and you would probably hate yourself in the morning, but for now you just couldn’t bring yourself to care as your body was high on the rush of endorphins.

I’m sorry it sucked, i promise the next part will be better.