Scenario: The temp agency sent you to a new job that was supposed to be something simple that came along with easy money: lots of easy money. But simple is far from what you get when you realize, being the secretary for Jeon Jungkook, comes with his own form of demands.
A/N: this is part one of the obsession series. I blame Jungkook with his stupid sultry looks and how damn good he’s looked in suits the whole BS&T era. I ended up writing this last night sitting in my car for almost two hours.This is honestly going to be dirty and kinky and I’m not gonna apologize. I hope you all enjoy!
Genre: Jungkook x Reader
Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!
Warnings: Smut, oral, and slight rough play
“I am a professional. I. Am. A. Professional. I’M A GODDAMN PROFESSIONAL!”
Your hands smacked down on the marble of the bathroom counter. The words you’d been muttering to your reflection over and over like a damn mantra somehow becoming less effective. You felt like you couldn’t breathe in the high-waisted pencil skirt, which wasn’t a ludicrous assumption since you could barely walk properly in it with, or without, the heels.
The reason behind your anxiety ridden pep talk: Jeon Jungkook.
One of the youngest high-ranking executives in the company, he was known for being incredibly smart; thinking outside the box to close deals and create new overseas partnerships, charming, and a decorated athlete. Before you’d been assigned to the company as his latest secretary, the only time you’d actually ever seen him was on the cover of magazines and photographed next to expensive people with beautiful faces to match. Jeon Jungkook held a life you envied.
Summary: Everybody knows that soulmates have the same hair colour - and your soulmate, wherever he is, is to be blamed for the ridiculous hair colour you woke up with this morning. - A/N: for the sake of this AU, just pretend your hair doesn’t get damaged when you dye it. Scenario: Soulmate AU, fluff Word Count: 3,021
jimin x reader, highschool! jimin, bestfriend! jimin •
smut, fluff, slight angst, •
words: 11,163 →
had feelings for your bestfriend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you
always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…? •
note. this is a
(sort of) remastered version of the same story I wrote for Kyungsoo here,
called Just Friends. Whenever I think of this story, I just see Jimin lmao, and
I couldn’t help myself but to rewrite it. For more information, read here.
It’s the 1rst of March 2017 and that means that this beautiful boy, the reason of this account right here is 23 now.
I can’t really believe how fast time is flying but it is, faster than I ever imagined.
Wasn’t you just 16 yesterday, having your first world tour, wasn’t it just yesterday when my world came out, when you reached more and more goals that you had, wasn’t it just yesterday that this fanbase was created?
Well it’s pretty crazy to think about the fact that this was all nearly 8 years ago, isn’t it?
It is nearly 8 years ago since we started to watch you growing from this little kid into this beautiful young man and I can’t even say how proud I am of you, but just saying that I’m proud would be an understatement because it has been nearly 8 years since you decided to live this kinda life, to take us with you on your amazing journey, and since then, we’ve been here, we’ve been here with you through thick and thin, we stayed through rumors, lies, changes, mistakes, break ups. We stayed when you had the worst part of your life, when you were in deep depression, not knowing what to do with your life anymore, and now look at you my angel.
You rised like a skyscraper out of the ground, you handled your depression, you started to keep your life together again and most importantly, you found your purpose.
You’ve been through a lot, your journey was everything but easy I can tell.. you know, it was tough,
~ you had to deal with the fact that people called you a “ girl ” because of your voice when you were just 16,
~ when you became 17, you were rumored to be a father,
~ you were getting called gay by the age of 18
~ then, 2013/2014, or how we call it, your bizzle phase, you had to deal with more hate than I ever imagined, parents calling you a bad influence for their kids but the worst is that you had to deal with yourself and we had no clue
~ then you turned 21 and you were having a hufe comeback, you went through a lot of changes
~ and well, now it’s the time where I can say, with 22, people called you a jerk and they tried everything to tear you down, but you’re still here.
^ look at all of this, and people still call Justin weak? I’m sorry but for me this just proofs one more that Justin is one of the strongest people existing out there.
And even though you went through all of this, you still managed to love us, to take care of us, to make us feel like we’re worth it, and it amazes me everyday how you have the strength to do it everyday.
People don’t really get it, they will always question the memories I created, we all created with Justin, the stories we have behind all of this, they will never get it, but Justin, there’s one thing you should know and one thing people will always question,
you’re keeping me alive for a lifetime now.
In my darkest times, you were there.
When everyone turned against me and showed me their back, you offered me a hand.
When I thought that all hope was lost, you reminded me that there will always be hope as long as you’re there.
You brought the smile I’ve lost for years back, in such a short time.
You are the reason I’m fighting through a bad day, why I keep holding on.
You’ve always reminded me that I’m not alone, and that you’ll might not be next to me right now but that you will always be with me.
When I was struggling with anxiety, depression and panic attacks, I just had to listen to be alright and I knew that everything will be okay again.
Even though you don’t know how I look, you make me feel like the most beautiful princess.
Do you see this?
You’re the reason behind my smile,
you made me believe in myself,
you made me accept myself instead of bringing it down,
you gave me hope when I thought there’s nothing left,
you stood by my side when I was alone,
you helped me to get out of the darkest place in my life and yet, people still say that you’re a bad influence, shake my head at every single one of them, I wonder if they would still call you names, talk bad about you in front of us, or even come
up with rumors if they would know that you’re the only reasons why their friends, daughters, classmates are still alive.
^ but that’s a different story.
This day is supposed to be about you and only you.
I’m so endlessly proud of you, you’ve got a grammy, a diamond award, our fanbase keeps growing, you’re finally the person who you want to be, you started to figure life out and maybe you didn’t figured out completely, but you figured it out enough to be happy with yourself, and that’s all that matters, your happiness.
There’s so much more I wanna say, so much more things I’m proud of, so much more reasons why I love you, so much more reasons why I will always be with you, but I don’t even have any ideas how to put it into words, because you really do mean everything to me.
But since it’s 12AM,
Happy birthday my angel,
just remember that we love you, that we’ve always loved and that we will always love you because you might not know, but you’re the reason why so many of us are still here.
Happy 23rd birthday my beautiful little cupcake vanilla muffin puppy baby prince, I love you way more than to the moon and back. ❤️🎉
Dedicated to my equally obsessive and kinky friend, Abbie (you know you loved it).
Warning: lots of fluff, love (aka serious business), humor, awfully kinky situations, teasing, and smut (not all in that order though)
A/N: You’re welcome ;) This is the beginning of a series of drabbles for this couple, and was really fun to write. *It’s not meant to be completely realistic, but I tried to keep the boys’ characters in mind, but come on, we all fantasize.* Enjoy~
Important note:‘Italicized words in this format are Y/N’s thoughts.’
You had done everything in your power to get Taehyung’s attention, due to his recent unresponsiveness. You were sure he was snubbing you, but for what reason you didn’t know.
Tonight, Tae and the rest of BTS had a stage and press meet for Mnet, and you, per the norm, were to go along with them for support. Tae rarely left you behind for events such as this because he hated the thought of leaving you all alone at home. The few times he had been forced to leave you alone, he rushed back in despair, with promises to make up for all the lost time. Not that you minded. Those nights definitely made up for it.
The past few days though, Tae had been very quiet. But not just quiet. He barely even looked at you while you two were together. He kept leaving for work early, barely touching the special breakfast you always made for the two of you to eat together while watching each other from across the table, as neither one of you were awake enough to speak in the mornings. Instead both sleepily, and happily grinning at each another from your self-designated seats.
Recently though, Taehyung just did not seem to want to have anything to do with you. He had always been so open with you, so the fact that whatever that was on his mind was keeping him from speaking openly with you, bothered you to no end.
The first day, you just wondered if he was exhausted due to BTS’ recent mini-comeback, but you started to become fervent in your efforts to figure out what was going on with him. You checked just about every news and fan site dedicated to BTS to see if any of the fans had noticed something you hadn’t, but to no avail.
Apparently though, the fans seemed just as concerned about your husband as you. Not only was he distant at home, but at work as well. You had even texted the boys to ask them if they had any idea about what might be going on with him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
You began to panic after a few days because unsettling thoughts of Taehyung maybe cheating on you flooded your mind. You quickly dismissed them, though, because you knew Taehyung well enough to know that he would never cheat on you. Besides, you trusted him wholeheartedly. He was your best friend and hubbie after all.
You were at a loss for what was going on with him, but you were determined to figure it out. At whatever the cost. Even if that meant flirting with the other members tonight at the event to get Tae jealous enough to speak to you.
You knew Tae’s jealous and possessive side all too well. It happened to be the most effective method of getting what you wanted from him (not that you couldn’t ask for whatever you wanted, but it was typically worth the trouble when he was mad).
You also knew the members of BTS well enough to know they’d be down for just about anything as long as no one was cheating on anybody, and was all in good fun. You were close with each of the boys, and you loved them all as your best friends, especially Taehyung, Jimin and Yoongi.
Dressing for the event had been rather fun. You didn’t want something too revealing- that had never been your taste. You decided on a dark red turtleneck dress with long sleeves, and a short skirt that exposed your silky legs and thighs, and added red velvet pumps to top it off. You wanted to go all out tonight if you were going to go through with this plan.
When you finished, you headed out of your closet and downstairs towards Taehyung. He had been pulling on his blazer when you walked out, and barely glanced at you when he grabbed his car keys. It wasn’t until he sat in the car, that something about you must have caught his attention, as he did a double take. He looked into your eyes with surprise for about 4 seconds before turning his eyes forward and starting the engine.
Throughout the drive, Tae’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, completely engrossed with the road ahead of him.
“I can’t believe you’re making me wait like everyone else.” I grumbled, sitting in our bed with my laptop open to the BBC Radio 1 page. It was about 7:50 AM on April 7th. Harry was still lying in bed next to me, watching me with an amused smile on his face, his hand cradling his cheek.
“S’only fair as my biggest fan that you don’t get special treatment.”
“Or,” I was picking at my lips absentmindedly, still scrolling through the website, trying to find the right page, “You just like seeing me surprised and freaking out.”
Harry gently pushed my hand away from my face to stop me from picking at my lips, a habit he was always scolding me for.
“I would never be so cruel.” He said, but he was smiling at me.
“Aren’t you freaking out? This is the world premiere of your first single as a solo artist.”
He shrugged, “A little… Mostly excited though.”
I grinned and pinched his cheek, “I’m really proud of you, bub.”
Based on the request by @hotemotionalmess (sorry I got carried away and turned it into a holiday thing);
‘Can I request a Bucky x reader where the avengers are on a super long car trip and they’re still in the stage of “I’ve got the biggest crush on you but I won’t say anything” and they end up being jammed in the backseat together, reader falls asleep on Buck’s shoulder, he listens to her music, and cute moments like that ending with a unintentional but super sweet kiss from Bucky?’
Sunlight filtered down in beams through the smudged window and warmed your bare arms as you reached up, feeling the slight pull of the seatbelt bite into your skin, and cracked the window open. Sweat clung to the back of your neck as you lifted your hair off it and tied it into a bun before picking up your cards. “You going to tell us where we’re going yet, Stark?” You called over the top of your seat, craning your neck to see the top of his spiked hair reaching up above his headrest
“What kind of fun is a road trip if you know where you’re going?” He replied, smirking at you in the rearview mirror
“This is technically bordering on kidnap,”
“As if anyone would want to kidnap you…”
You shook your head with a smile and swiveled in your seat to face Steve and Bucky who were across the aisle waiting. “Well then Barnes, what’s it going to be?”
Bucky shook his head and took another card from the pile. You had never been into card games, but you were in love with this one. Steve had told you it was called rummy; even though you still didn’t really know what you were doing, it was fun to hang out with him and Bucky without talking about missions for a change. “I can’t believe I’ve never played this game before,” You commented as you reached across to take a card from the pile between you all “it’s brilliant.”
“You know, I never thought when I came out of the ice that I’d be able to teach anyone anything. I figured I’d always be the person who was one step behind,” Steve said, placing his sunglasses on his forehead with a sad smile
“Who taught you?” You asked, drawing a card from the pile and then dumping another
“My mom,” He replied, his smile brightening as he spoke “she had to work late a lot when I was a kid, and because I wasn’t exactly the healthiest I didn’t sleep much. So, when she came in after a long shift we’d sit on the floor and play this until I fell asleep…”
Steve trailed off and stared at his cards for a moment, so wrapped up in the pleasure of the past that the present escaped him. Bucky put a hand on his friend’s shoulder and bowed his head “I miss her too.”
Whenever you heard Bucky talk about Sarah Rogers you felt the love and respect for the woman seep delicately through his words. In many ways, she had been like a mother to him too. “She’d be proud of you both,” You said truthfully, leaning forward and setting your winning cards down on the flip down table “even though I did just kick both of your asses at rummy.”
You all laughed, and when you felt Bucky’s gaze settle on you you found yourself blushing so furiously that you had to look away. Yesterday you had both ended up crammed in the back of the bus next to each other and you had tiredly rambled to him about any and everything until you had drifted off to sleep and let your head rest on his shoulder. He hadn’t mentioned it since, which was irritating you slightly because waking up with your head on his shoulder and feeling his arm around you was all you could think about. As you shuffled the cards for the next game, you wondered if he thought about it too.
“Okay team, pile out!” Tony shouted as he pulled the door to the back of the bus open
Everyone piled out slowly and stretched their aching limbs as they took in their surroundings. A five day journey had lead you here, and you had to admit you were impressed. “A lake house?” Natasha asked with a raised eyebrow “What are we, horny teenagers?”
Tony shrugged and slid his sunglasses onto his face. “It’s one of my lesser known properties; it actually belonged to my Mom’s side of the family and it’s still technically in their name.”
“It is beautiful, I have never seen an area of Midgard akin to this,” Thor interjected, cracking his spine into place
It was breathtaking. The house looked like it had just been painted yesterday, and the rolling lawns surrounding it lead down to the most beautiful lake you had ever seen. It glistened in the low sunlight and was so perfectly blue that you half wondered if Tony had put dye in it. You walked slowly across the gravelled drive up onto the porch and pushed the door to the house open. “Holy cow,” Bucky muttered from the back of the group.
Holy cow indeed. It was like stepping into the pages of a magazine; grand mahogany tables dotted about the place, some holding vast crystal vases which were filled with the most beautiful white chrysanthemums you had ever seen. Most of Tony’s properties were quite contemporary, so this was a real shock. You stepped into the hallway and took your shoes off out of respect for the house, your mind’s eye imagining young Tony running around with Howard and his wife chasing him as he cackled with glee. It felt like a place you should be in with family, and you thought of yours with a small pang. This was the kind of place you would have vacationed at as a kid with them; now you were the only one left. “Y/N?” Tony clapped a hand on your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.
You looked around and realised everyone had gone. “You going to pick a room?” He asked, gesturing to the sweeping carpeted staircase “If you’re not quick you’ll end up with the one with a garden view.” A smile crept onto your lips “I think I’ll live, Stark.”
That evening after you had all stuffed yourselves with pizza and played so much table tennis in the games room that you could still hear the ball hitting the table hours after you’d stopped playing, the house fell into silence as everyone fell asleep. That is, everyone but you.
You sat on the blue cushioned window seat looking out onto the garden as it was doused in moonlight. Out here there was no light pollution, the sky could be itself for a change. You had been itching to explore outside for a while, but you were worried about waking everyone up. It wasn’t often that you all got a good night’s sleep, and you’d hate to ruin that for everyone. Eventually you lost the battle with yourself and you crept from your room and through the dimly lit halls until you found your way downstairs and out the back door. As you inhaled the cool night air with half lidded eyes you smiled and made your ware barefooted across the grass and onto the sandy bank of the river.
You looked across the moonlit water and allowed yourself to think of your family. A tear tracked down your cheek as you thought of the people who had loved you that you still loved, people who no longer existed. They were shadows in the corners of your memory, always present and waiting. Perhaps that’s why you related to Steve and Bucky so much- you knew what it was like to have no one. Your heart contracted painfully at the thought of your mother and suddenly you were crying because you couldn’t quite remember the sound of her voice.
You turned around to see Bucky stood behind you, regarding you with a hesitant smile. “Hey doll,” He whispered “mind if I join you?”
You shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed as you wiped your eyes with the edge of you sleeve. Bucky sat heavily next to you with a gentle sigh. Neither of you spoke. Somewhere in the distance crickets held riveting conversations with one another and chirped with glee. Everything was peaceful.
“Does it stop hurting, do you think?” You breathed into the darkness “Losing the people you love?”
Bucky sighed and ran a hand through his recently cut hair. He wanted so desperately to tell you that the pain would ease into nothingness. He wanted to say that he didn’t still dream of the smiling faces of the people he had left behind, only to wake in the morning and realise they were all gone. He wanted to tell you that you were beautiful even when you were crying, and that with the exception of Steve, you were the only person he dreamt of that was still here.
He said none of these things, and instead told you he didn’t know. Which was the truth. “I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want you to sit here crying though, even if they can’t tell you that themselves.”
You looked up at him. “What do you think they’d want me to do?”
Bucky exhaled with a chuckle “Well, that I can’t help you with. I’m not very good at filling my time nowadays,”
“What would you back in the 40’s?”
He shook his head, looking to the ground with a smile. The wind gently blew your hair back from your face and you closed your eyes to relish in its coolness. “I’d probably be out with a dame,” Bucky admitted “that was my thing. I’d knock on her door at six with flowers and we’d walk down to the dance hall; it was usually on a Sunday, the tickets were half price and I wasn’t exactly made of money. We’d dance in the middle of the floor until the owner booted us all out, and then I’d make my move.”
You laughed and wiped your face clean with a tissue you had secreted in your pocket. “What was your move?”
Bucky looked a little proud and embarrassed at the same time “I’d get Steve to take her coat home as well as his so she’d get cold on the way home and I could lend her my jacket.”
You couldn’t contain your laughter at the thought of Steve trying to sneak home with some poor girls coat in his arms. And then you felt a strange longing to be one of those poor girls, walking down the street in Bucky’s jacket with aching legs and a joyous smile at the lingering feeling of his touch on your shoulder from that last dance. “You know, I’ve never been to a dance,” You confided “not even at school.”
“Really? I refuse to believe that.”
“I’m afraid it’s true; you see Barnes, underneath my badass facade, I’m really quite a dull person.”
Bucky’s eyes sparkled as they “You aren’t to me.”
Somehow, you knew he wasn’t lying.
The next couple of days passed in a blur of barbeques, laughter, and throwing people into the lake. You had never seen the team so relaxed, especially Bruce, who seemed to be in his element reading on a lounger beside the lake. Every evening you would walk down to the lake, and most of the time Bucky would join you. You would find yourself willing away the happy hours of the day, waiting for the sun to set so you could sneak out onto the lake shore and talk with Bucky until it rose again. “You and Barnes sure are hanging out a lot recently, Y/N,” Natasha observed as you both ducked behind a bush, hiding from the others in the midst of a water gun fight “what’s going on there?”
You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks as you looked around you to check the area was clear. This was a good spot, you both had a slight advantage here. “Nothing, Nat. We’re just friends.”
Nat peeked over the top of the bush and quickly shot at Rhodey before ducking down again as he looked around in confusion. “I don’t need to be an expert in reading people to know that’s a lie,” She smirked, pumping up the pressure on her gun
You rolled your eyes, ignoring the smile on your face “You can believe whatever you want to, Nat.”
“Oh believe me, I do.”
You were about to squirt her with your gun when Rhodey suddenly appeared at your side and shot you both. “Ha! Don’t mess with War Machine!”
“Can you call yourself that outside of the suit?”
He paused for a second and thought. “I mean, I guess so.”
You shot him in the shoulder and ran, cackling to yourself the whole way.
That night after you had showered the team decided they wanted to go and some new movie that was being released at midnight. At three o’clock they were all ready to go, deciding they were going to hit an arcade or something before they went to the screening. “C’mon, Y/N, why are you passing up the chance to see the new Star Wars?” Sam groaned
“Because I still haven’t seen the first ones?”
Sam looked mildly disturbed at this information and then smiled “Well, if you’re sure then I guess it will just be you and Frosty here tonight.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “Bucky’s staying too?”
He nodded and winked at you “Don’t you kids go too crazy, okay?”
You punched him on the shoulder lightly and grinned “See you later, Sam.”
Sam ran out the door with everyone else, leaving you stood alone in the hallway with your heart beating so loudly you were sure they’d be able to hear it in space. This was crazy, why were you nervous? You’d been spending the past few nights talking to him without pause, why would this be any different?
You walked into the kitchen and looked at the calendar. Sunday July 20th. You’d been there for four days, but it felt more like months. If you were perfectly honest with yourself, which you always tried to be, you weren’t looking forward to going back to ordinary life. Who did in the middle of a holiday though? You opened the cupboards looking for something to satisfy your appetite and when you eventually moved onto the fridge you found a half eaten pizza which was calling your name. As you took the box over to the table you heard footsteps in the hall and your heart leapt into your mouth. This was ridiculous, it was only Bucky for crying out loud! You needed to pull yourself together.
He walked into the kitchen with his jacket slung over one shoulder. “I need to go out for an hour, will you be okay on your own?” He asked in a strange voice which made you feel like a twelve year old being left home alone for the first time
You took a bite of the pizza and shrugged, trying to hide your disappointment. “Sure, take all the time you need.”
With a curt nod he walked out of the room, making your heart sink as you listened to the front door close and a car pull off the drive. Maybe you should have gone to see Star Wars, at least then you wouldn’t have ended up alone. You picked up your pizza and trudged off to your room in the low light, resolving that it would be better to sleep away the time than sit around moping.
The sky was just starting to fall asleep when you finally woke up. You yawned and sat up with a gentle stretch, feeling the kind of refreshment you only get from a really good nap. It was then that you noticed it sitting on the pillow next to you; a thick cream envelope with your name wrote on it. You opened it cautiously and gently pulled out the piece of paper inside it.
‘I’ll pick you up at six.’
You reread the sentence and turned the paper over in your hands to look for something else. But it was only that single sentence. Was this a prank? If you opened the door and there was a clown outside it again, then you were going to kill Tony. You looked at the clock next to your bed, 5:55pm. You hopped out of bed and quickly threw some clean pyjamas on and waited. At 6pm exactly, there was a gentle knock on your door. Preparing yourself mentally, you put your hand on the doorknob and opened it.
Bucky stood in front of you looking proud and nervous all at the same time. You looked him up and down feeling slightly confused as you realised he was wearing a suit. “These are for you,” He said, handing you a bouquet of white flowers with a shy smile.
You took them from him in a daze. “Bucky, what’s going on?”
“Isn’t it obvious, doll?” He grinned gently ushering you into the hallway and grabbing your jacket from your room before closing the door “I’m taking you dancing.”
You looked at him with wide, overwhelmed eyes as he gently placed your jacket over your shoulders. “But I… I’m in my pyjamas.”
Bucky shook his head and offered you his arm, which you took gently “Don’t worry, you look great.”
You walked down the hallway with him half wondering if you were still dreaming, clutching your flowers tightly in your left hand as Bucky led you through the house and out the back door into the garden. “Where are we going?” You asked as you slowly began to realise what was happening
You walked through the gardens farther than you had gone before until you came across a bandstand by the lakeside which was wrapped delicately in strings of lights. Bucky reclaimed his arm and walked over to it, beaming as he turned around and looked at you. “What do you think?” He asked, looking at you expectantly “I know it’s not exactly a dance hall, but I-”
“Its perfect,” You breathed, taking in the scene before you as your jacket slipped off your shoulders and crumpled to the ground behind you
Bucky smiled and offered you his hand as you walked towards him. You took it with a smile and walked up the three short stairs with him. “Now, I err… I don’t exactly have any music.” He said, looking embarrassed “It was all on my phone but it died just before I knocked on your door.”
You pulled your phone out of your pocket “Would my music do?”
You walked over the the small speaker by the stairs and connected your phone to it. After a moment, your Otis Redding album began to play. ‘A Change Is Gonna Come’ echoed throughout the bandstand and you nervously walked over to Bucky, who for the first time looked like he didn’t have anything planned. “Shall we?” You whispered
Bucky swallowed and nodded, gently taking your hand in his and placing another hand on your waist. A moment lingered and then you were gently waltzing around the bandstand. Your eyes never left Bucky’s and after a minute the sheer brilliance of it struck you so much that you had to smile. “I thought you said you hadn’t danced,” Bucky said with a grin as he spun you
“I said I’d never been to a dance, I never said I couldn’t.”
You pressed closer together until your head was practically resting on his shoulder. You closed your eyes and breathed in his smell and realised that you were ever so slightly in love. Bucky twirled you again, and when you saw the look on his face you realised for the first time that he felt the same way. Then suddenly you were kissing him, and it felt every kind of right.
The team arrived home at 3am, a couple of them a little drunk and most of them geeking out. “Y/N? Bucky? We’re home!” Steve shouted into the empty house
When no reply came he began to look a little worried. “Check the garden,” Nat said through a yawn “they’re usually out there this time of night.” Steve didn’t bother to ask what she meant and headed out to the garden looking for you both. After a few minutes he reached the bandstand and saw you both out there, dancing slowly together with your eyes closed. Steve laughed and shook his head “About damn time,” He muttered, picking up your jacket from the grass and putting it over his arm as he turned and started heading back to the house. Times hadn’t changed that much, he thought to himself as he heard you both laughing quietly behind him, only this time Steve had a feeling that Bucky would still be dancing with the same dame next Sunday.
(Credit to @toastburninglucy the writer of this request if you wanna send love, leave a comment (not an ask to this blog as she won’t see it), or go over to her blog and send her the love there. Thank you for taking on the request, I really loved this. - Rosalee)
A/N: I’m going to write a part 2 to this if anyone is interested. I almost made this a lot longer than it is too, oops
“Jesus Jughead just admit you’re in love with her already!” Archie laughed at his raven haired friend across from him. Jughead chewed his french fries and glared at Archie. Sure, Oh Jughead had feelings for Y/N, but he’d never admit it. He was always known for being quiet and self reserved, and for as long as his friends have known him, which was practically his whole life, they’ve never once seen him crush on someone. That was until Y/N came into the picture. She hadn’t been in town long, only a few months, but that’s all the time Jughead needed to become her best friend, and ultimately fall head over heels for her. He had become so close to her in fact, that she knew him better than anyone else. That scared him, and what scared him even more was how quickly and hard he had fallen for her. He didn’t want to mess up this friendship and push her away. He’d rather just stay quiet and suffer, and that’s what he did. Until his friends caught on that is.
“I’m not in love with her.” Jughead said plainly, and Archie’s head fell to the table and he sighed.
“What’s wrong with him?” Betty asked, sitting beside Archie in the booth.
“He won’t admit his love for Y/N!” Archie cried out, sitting up. Jughead leaned over the table and put his hand over Archie’s mouth.
“Could you keep it down? It’s bad enough I have you two, Veronica, and Kevin bugging me about my apparent feelings. I don’t need the rest of the town to join the bandwagon.”
“Too late,” Betty said, stealing a few fries from Jugheads plate, which earned her a death glare. “Wow, sorry.” She said, throwing her hands up in surrender and laughing.
“What do you mean ‘too late?’” Jughead asked, trying not to let the worry show in his voice.
“Everyone and their moms know how smitten you are for her. Try as you might Jughead, but you’re not very good at hiding your feelings for her.” Betty shrugged. “Not that you need to, everyone can also tell how smitten she is for you.”
“I’m still surprised someone as observant and smart as you hasn’t figured it out.” Archie chimed in.
Just then, Y/N slid into the seat next to Jughead.
“What has our Jughead Jones not figured out yet?” she asked, looking around the table. Archie and Betty looked at eachother, and then at Jughead, who looked as if he were about to die of anticipation. Sitting there, he quickly thought of a lie before Archie and Betty said anything.
“My novel…” he quickly stammered. Y/N turned to him, and a look of curiosity came over her face.
“What can’t you figure out about your novel?”
“Well he wants to do some background on Jason, maybe for the beginning of the novel.” Archie started, and Jughead gave a sigh of relief. He made a mental note to thank Archie later for the save. “Anyways, everyone in the town knows that Jason was in love with Polly, but Jughead here thought it would be nice to write a bit on their love. Maybe about how they fell in love, and when they finally told eachother they loved one another, not letting their families, or even their own conflicting feelings stop them.” Scratch that mental note, definitely not going to thank Archie anymore.
“That’s an amazing idea!” Y/N beamed, smiling over at Jughead. Jughead just nodded his head and turned his attention to the burger in front of him. Y/N reached over to Jugheads plate and stole a few fries, and he looked over at her. Instead of giving her the death glare everyone was expecting, he just rolled his eyes and smiled.
“I hate you sometimes.” He joked, and Y/N laughed and leaned her head on his shoulder.
“You know you love me.” she teased, and Jughead tensed up. Archie and Betty laughed, and watched as Jugheads face turned bright red. “Even when I steal your food.”
“You’re the only one he actually lets take food off his plate, so he must love you quite a lot.” Archie said. Jughead kicked Archie’s leg under the table, and Archie gave a strained smile, trying to hide his pain.
“You okay Archie?” Y/N asked, looking over to her friend. Archie gave a breathy laugh.
“I just got a leg cramp, I probably just worked too hard at practice. It felt like someone kicked me in the shin.” Y/N nodded her head.
“Maybe you should be more careful then.” Jughead said, smirking at Archie.
“Anyways, so are you going to tell me what happened at lunch today?” Betty asked Y/N, referring to an earlier conversation. Archie listened in, but Jughead was too deep in thought to notice a conversation was taking place.
“Well, I got asked out on a date.” Y/N said, and Archie and Betty’s jaws dropped.
“Who asked you out?” Betty asked.
“Reggie. I’ve barely talked to the guy except for in math yesterday and apparently he liked me so much he wants to go out.”
“Well are you going to go out with him?” Archie asked.
“Um, well I don’t know.” Y/N gave a nervous laugh and glanced over to Jughead. Archie and Betty caught on to the glance and stared at Y/N. She looked at her two friends and saw their suspicious looks and turned her attention to the table. Betty cleared her throat and Jughead turned to her.
“So Jughead, do you have any thoughts on this whole situation?” Betty asked. Jughead gave her a confused look, and looked around the table.
“What situation?” he asked.
“Y/N got asked out by Reggie today.” Betty said, sipping on her milkshake. Archie and her watched Jugheads face for a reaction, which he gave. Jugheads gaze quickly turned to Y/N and a mix of jealousy and sadness flashed over his face for a quick second, but was soon replaced with interest.
“Well, did you say yes?” Jughead asked. Y/N played with the ends of her sleeves, and looked over to Jughead.
“No, I told him I’d text him about it later on. I don’t know what to say.”
“Maybe you should go.” Archie chimed in. All heads turned to him, and Jughead gave him a death glare like never before. “What?” Archie asked. “I didn’t think he was going to actually do it.”
“You knew this was going to happen?” Betty asked. Archie nodded his head.
“Yeah why do you think I was pushing-” Archie stopped himself before he outted his friend. “Anyways, a lot of the guys on my football team were talking about liking you Y/N. They made a deal that the first one to ask you would call dibs, and it looks like Reggie beat them to it.” Y/N looked down at the table again.
“She’s not some object your numb skulled friends can call dibs on. And you shouldn’t go out with someone unless you really know them. Relationships take time, if you rush into them then they’re bound to fail.” Jughead said, looking over to Y/N. “don’t do this unless you really want to.”
“I’m not sure what I want.” Y/N stammered.
“How could you not know what you want? It’s not that hard, do you want to go out with Reggie yes or no.” Jughead pressed, jealousy obviously present in his demeanor.
“It’s not that simple Juggie.” Y/N said, her voice catching in her throat. She quickly stood from the booth and turned to Archie and Betty. “I have to go.” She quickly turned and stormed off towards the exit.
“Y/N wait!” Jughead yelled, sliding out of the booth. Betty stood up and stopped Jughead from chasing after her.
“Let me go after her.” she said, walking after Y/N. Archie stood from his seat as well, and turned Jughead to face him.
"What the hell was that?“ he asked, and Jughead rolled his eyes and sat in the booth again. He leaned his head in his hands and sighed. "You really handled that well Jughead. I’m proud.”
“I could do without the sarcasm right now.”
“What? Jughead doesn’t want to be sarcastic for once? You really must be upset.” Archie said, sitting across from Jughead.
“I’m pissed.” he grumbled.
“At Y/N?” Archie asked.
“No, why would I be pissed at her? She did nothing wrong. I’m pissed at myself, I made her uncomfortable and upset. I’m her best friend, she’s supposed to be able to talk to me about these things, how is she going to trust me again after that outburst?” Jughead rubbed the bridge of his nose in attempt to release some pressure.
“You need to get your jealousy under control there buddy.” Archie said, and Jughead glared at him.
“No shit.” he huffed and Archie rolled his eyes. “Sorry, it’s just that’s kind of hard to do when she’s got the whole football team making bets on who can get in her pants first. They aren’t good for her!”
“Just tell her how you feel, she obviously is confused on what to do because she’s in love with you.” Archie reasoned.
After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.
Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?
The dull throb in your lower abdomen was what woke you up the following morning. You hissed at the pain as you opened your eyes and tried to sit up in your bed.
“Careful,” Castiel said from beside you.
He stood up and gently helped you up into a sitting position.
“You don’t want to open your stitches. You’ll have to stay off your feet for a few days.” he said.
“Thanks, Cas,” you mumbled. “A-Are there any painkillers I can take? My stomach; the incision is really painful.”
“Of course. Just give me a minute.” he said as he left your bedroom.
It was silent for a moment until another familiar voice spoke.
“How are you feeling?” Chuck asked.
You jumped slightly at his sudden appearance before relaxing back onto the pillows.
“Like I just had a baby.” you said with a small smile.
“Is she…” you began but stopped when you saw Chuck nodding.
“She’s with the family now.” he said.
You bit your lip and looked down, nodding.
“Is that alright?” he asked. “I know women aren’t usually put to sleep for c-sections but you had said you didn’t want to see her when she was—”
“No, I know,” you interrupted. “You did as I asked. If I saw her, I wouldn’t have been able to give her up. Thank you.”
Chuck nodded again.
It was silent again before Castiel came back into the room, holding Percocet and a glass of water. He and Chuck said their quiet hellos before Castiel handed you two pills and the water. You quickly downed the pills and the liquid, hoping that they would take effect quickly.
“The adoptive parents want you to name her,” Chuck said.
Your eyes widened and you shook your head as you gave the glass of water back to Castiel with a quiet “thank you.”
“Chuck, I can’t do that. She’s theirs now. They should be able to name her. It’s not like I even had a name picked out.” you said.
“We both know that’s not true, Y/N,” Chuck said softly.
You looked up at the man who smiled.
“‘I’m not just all-seeing, but I’m also all-hearing. I heard what you called her when you thought nobody was around. When you first felt her move. When she first kicked. Besides, the parents want you to feel like you have a connection to her.” he said.
You looked down and sighed.
“Lily,” you said quietly. “Her name is Lily.”
Lily. A simple name. But she wasn’t a simple girl. Sure, she would avoid the dangerous hunting life, but Chuck told you all about how she was guaranteed a life of adventure. College, traveling the world, amazing experiences you could only dream of. You didn’t know where she was living or who she was living with, but the way Chuck talked about the adoptive family made you feel at ease. She would be loved and provided for. That was the most important part.
However, the loss of your daughter destroyed you emotionally. You thought losing Kevin was hard, but to give up your daughter, the one last connection to your boyfriend, shredded your heart. You knew it was for the best, but it didn’t help the ache in your chest.
Although you were still in hiding, you started hunting again. You couldn’t just waltz back into the Bunker looking the way you did. You had gained only about twenty pounds during your pregnancy but that wasn’t the problem. You looked exhausted. Your hair lost its shine, you had bags under your eyes, and your cheeks had sunken in. If you came back to the Bunker now, Sam and Dean would automatically know something was off. You had to look as normal as possible. So you returned to hunting. You got back into shape. Relearned all your tricks you had shelved during your pregnancy.
It took four months. You were no longer the scared pregnant sixteen year old who had run away from home. You were seventeen now, and your old upbeat personality had hardened into one of quietness and brokenness. Your aching heart had now had walls of steel built up around it. You never wanted to experience loss like that again.
Castiel had given you a picture of the baby a little after she had turned three months old and about a month before you returned home. You didn’t know how he got it and you burst out crying when you saw her. She may have had your eyes, but she looked so much like Kevin with her black hair and little grin she didn’t even know she was giving to the camera. Castiel apologized, saying he shouldn’t have given you the picture but you reassured him (after cleaning your tears up) that it was fine. You had a picture of your daughter and it brought you some closure you so desperately needed.
Coming back home wasn’t easy either. After eleven months of no contact from either of your brothers, getting the courage to call them to tell them you were coming home was nearly impossible. It had taken you hours of just staring at the phone in your hand before you finally got the courage to dial Dean’s number. The phone rang for a while but Dan finally picked up on the fourth ring.
“Yeah?” a gruff voice answered.
You swallowed the lump in your throat.
“Dean?” you croaked.
“Y/N?” he asked, his voice soft. “Is that you?”
You could hear him and what sounded like Sam get up.
“Yeah, it’s me.” you said quietly.
“Y/N, w-where are you? Are you safe?” Dean asked.
You nodded despite knowing he couldn’t see you.
“Yeah,” you said. “I’m safe,”
You looked to Castiel next to you who nodded.
“I—Dean, I want to come home.”
“Of course, where—”
“But,” you began, cutting him off.
Dean was silent and you took a deep breath.
“But you can’t ask me any questions, okay? I come home and that’s it. No interrogation.”
“Yeah, of course, baby girl. We just want you home. Where are you? I can come and get you right—”
“It’s fine. I can drive myself. I’ll see you guys in three days.”
You hung up the phone, taking a shaky breath. If you could barely talk to Dean over the phone, how would you be able to face him in person?
A knock on your motel room door interrupted your thoughts.
“Uh, not now, Sam!” you called out.
It was Saturday and you were grateful you didn’t have school that day. After yesterday’s dress shopping drama, you had been avoiding text messages from Betty and Veronica. You knew they were going to press you for more information, and you weren’t prepared to deal with that right now.
Another knock sounded out and you groaned as you got off your bed and made your way to the door, swinging it open.
“I said, not n—oh.” you said and stopped once you saw Betty and Veronica standing outside, Veronica holding what looked to be a box of pastries.
“Not Sam.” Veronica said, a small smile on her face.
You looked at the girls with wide eyes.
“H-How did you guys find me here?” you asked.
Betty looked down guiltily.
“We kind of stalked you yesterday. To see where you lived.” she admitted.
You rose your eyebrow, shocked and impressed that they had the audacity to do that.
“I also wanted to give you these.” Veronica said as she handed the pastry box to you.
You took it hesitantly.
“What is it?” you asked.
“Cupcakes. From New York,” Veronica answered.
You looked at her questionably and she sighed.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry. For interrogating you yesterday. I should’ve backed off.” she said.
You opened the box of pastries, pleasantly delighted when you saw the colorful, tasty treats.
“Are we okay?” Veronica asked, worry tinging her voice.
You managed to smile this time.
“Yeah,” you said. “We’re fine.”
“Okay, good, because Betty here wanted to invite you over for a girls night. You, me, her, Kevin.” she said.
You froze at the name.
““Kevin?”” you croaked.
“Kevin Keller. He goes to our school.” Betty cut in.
You felt like you could breathe again.
“Oh,” you breathed out. “Of course. Sorry, I, uh, I was thinking of someone else.”
You could tell the girls wanted to press you for more information on who “your” Kevin was and why you were living at a motel instead of a house but knowing they were treading on thin ice, decided to just nod instead.
“So… girls night? Tonight?” Veronica asked.
“Yeah, sounds good,” you said. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
The girls nodded again and said their goodbyes. You closed the door behind them, sliding down the door. You really didn’t want to go out, but you knew you would regret it if you didn’t go. Another knock made you get up again and open the door again, revealing Sam.
“Hey,” he said. “Can I come in?”
You nodded and your tallest brother stepped in your room as you closed the door behind him.
“What’s up?” you asked.
“We got a lead,” he said. “On getting out of here,”
Your heart fell.
“Some old Celtic spell,” Sam continued. “Ingredients are gonna take us a while to get but it should work.”
You were silent as you contemplated this information.
“Oh.” was all you managed to say.
At your silence, Sam decided to elaborate.
“I know this can be tough,” he said. “Packing up and leaving everyone. I’ve had to deal with it, too. If you want someone to talk to, just know I’m always here, okay?”
You smiled softly at your brother’s words.
“Thanks, Sam,” you said. “I, uh, hate to be that person after your kind reassurances, but I kinda have to get ready. I’m going over to a friend’s house for girls night later.”
“Oh, sure thing,” he said as he made his way back over your front door, opening it.
He turned back to face you.
“Just… don’t get too attached, okay?” he said tentatively.
You willed yourself not to break down right then and there.
“I never do.”
A/N: Next chapter is girls night AND reader x Jughead. It’s gonna be a fun time. :) As usual, please send feedback! Hope you enjoyed!
You were on guard duty when you saw Rosita approach the gates. She was all geared up for a run, you assumed, seeing that she was wearing a large backpack on one shoulder. Wondering where she was headed, you climbed down from the wooden scaffolding and blocked her way.
“What?” she snapped at you with a glare.
“Where are you going?” you curiously asked, wearing the rifle on your shoulder.
Rosita made a face, “To scavenge.” she stated, rolling her eyes and brushing past you to open the gate.
You remained standing behind her, not really knowing whether to believe her or not. Once the gate was opened, Rosita turned around and found you watching her closely. Heaving out a sigh of frustration, she walked up to you with a bitter smirk.
“I haven’t told anyone, if that’s what you’re so worried about. So get off my back, please.” she said in an exasperated tone before shaking her head and walking off.
Still not convinced, you called out to her. “How can I be so sure that you haven’t told anyone?” you asked.
Rosita snickered, “Trust me, you’d know if I did.” and with that she left.
You were a nervous wreck, sat across from Baekhyun in a
quiet corner of a random café, nursing your third cup of green tea to help with
the butterflies in your stomach. The air between you both was silent, neither
of you saying anything. Instead the awkwardness was just prolonged, like an
itch that wouldn’t stop no matter how hard you scratched.
I’ve been planning to post this since I watched the movie.
So I watched Beauty and the Beast yesterday, and let me tell you, I am in love with it. I legit told my parents I was gonna marry that goddamn movie.
The story line and moral lesson was so sweet. The characters were so diverse and funny and heartbreaking and just overall amazing (I was legit screaming when I saw how many POC characters were in it, God bless). And even though some scenes were a bit rushed and auto tune was kinda irritating, I loved it.
But the best part of the movie was the introduction to Disney’s first canon, outed gay character.
When I first heard that there was gonna be some representation in a children’s film, I was so excited. However, I was kinda worried Disney would play it off as some joke or even make the person a rude, sinister jerk. When I heard LeFou was gonna be the gay character, it made me even more nervous.
But I saw him and his role in the movie. I was shook.
It was so beautiful.
LeFou - I’m so proud of Disney. He isn’t played off as a comic relief or a thing that shouldn’t exist, but he was so well-written and actually had layers. He went through so much development in the movie. His crush on Gaston influenced much of his actions, but soon he realized what was happening and ultimately found some good in his heart. He helped the antiques in the battle and he finally learned that he deserved more than a ruthless, heartless monster with a habit of leaving old men to die in the wilderness.
In the end, he got a happy ending. He’s over Gaston and is now happy and joyful at the ball dance, especially when a handsome young man - Stanley, I think - joins him in the revel.
Honestly, this movie made me feel so happy. But I’m not only gonna stop here.
If you don’t like the movie because you hate gay people: fuck you. It’s 2017, get your shit straight - actually, it’s already straight. But still - we live in a changing world, and we all know we can’t control love. If a princess can fall in love with a beast, I’m pretty sure two guys have the right to kiss.
Try to argue with me. Try.
Secondly, I know some people have doubts about LeFou being a good representative. Remember what I said above. His sexuality corresponds with his actions and behavior. It is shown many times that he loves Gaston, but he doesn’t stay in that want for him much longer when he realizes what a monster he actually is. Like what Mrs. Potts says: “You’re too good for him.”
So he learns a lesson and gets some development. But we have a final thing we have to discuss before I end this.
Many people are pretty upset that there isn’t much representation in general. That there isn’t enough, and most of what happens brings you laughing your ass off.
And to that I say: Look.
Look how far Disney has come. We went from a movie about how true love is always the answer (which it isn’t) to a movie with a diverse cast and the lesson that there is always good and kindness in our hearts. I’m proud that Disney has taken it’s first step (but not the last, mind you) in exploring different cultures and peoples from Polynesian tribes to their first gay character that isn’t “just a joke.” And this probably isn’t the last time we’ll see this kind of diversity.
Disney is taking baby steps, but I will wait for the rest of my life for a time where the LGBTQ+ community is nothing but ordinary. That we exist and we are more than just fetishes and stereotypes.
Be patient. This isn’t forever. Just like how it isn’t forever till you finally come to terms with your sexuality or gender identity. How it isn’t forever till you come out. How it isn’t forever till you make a difference in the world and win equality for all.
I hear so much about how little representation was shown and how the movie failed with it - but take the time to realize. We’re lucky we got actual representation. We’re lucky we’re here today, watching the birth of the first gay Disney character who’s outed and he isn’t just some doofus or laughingstock.
We’re lucky Disney finally heard us and listened.
Maybe they screwed up. Maybe they didn’t. You have your own opinion on how they played it out, and I have mine. But I want you all to know this isn’t the last time we’ll see this. This isn’t the last time we’ll find our community on the screen where so many different people can see.
If Disney doesn’t make more movies with more representation, like hell we would rest. We will make our voices heard, and we will make sure they know we aren’t going to rest until we are seen as valuable as a straight or cis person. We will make sure people will see who we are.
But right now, let’s just look. Look at how people are changing, how minds and ideas are changing. How the world is changing.
One day the world will change. One day everyone will be accepted for who they are, regardless of religion, sexuality, race, gender, kin, age, weight, or anything else. One day, love will bring people together instead of driving them apart, and hate would be something of the past.
It sounds poetic, I know. Even downright stupid.
But I hope this day will come.
The movement for equal rights had started long, long ago, and it’s not done yet. We will fight for our rights. And we still fight today.
This movie is not the start of Disney’s diversity, and it isn’t the end. I have a feeling they’re gonna make more representation in the times yet to come. But let’s be happy they took another step. A step that’ll help show the world that we’re all as valid as society’s “norms.”
I’m so proud of LeFou and what Disney has done, and I can’t wait for more.
(This banner had been made by the awesome and amazing artist @bente36. i am so honored that she had drawn this banner for this story. please go and show her all the love in the world that she deserves!!! \[^o^]/)
The cab ride to the Mikaelson Compound felt terribly long. You had the need to just blow up Kol’s phone with calls and texts. But, you knew better that he would only ignore them so instead, you held back.
You gazed out the window and started slightly shaking your right leg from being so impatient to arrive at your destination already. We’re you really in danger or is it possible that Kol got jealous? Surely enough, you won’t stop until your question gets answered.
Finally after what felt like forever, you have arrived. You paid the cab driver with cash, letting him keep the rest of your change as you rushed out. Thank goodness Hope was spending the night at Hayley and Jackson’s apartment because you planned on raising hell once you got inside.
“Kol!” You shouted as you marched inside the compound. “Kol effing Mikaelson!”
Klaus and Elijah just happened to be sitting at the table exchanging words while drinking scotch. “Oh, hey guys.” You greeted, then went back to using your eyes to scan around the compound. “I know you can hear me!”
Just as you grabbed onto the railing to walk upstairs, Klaus stops you to get a word in. “And may I ask what my little brother did this time? It seems that bloke has a habit of getting himself into a mess.” If you had eyes in the back of your head, you would be able to see the amused look Klaus has on his face. The tone in his voice says it all.
“Long story, Klaus.” You weren’t in the mood to vent.
“I assume you’ve been drinking, miss Y/N? I can smell the alcohol in your breath from here.” Elijah said.
“Yup. Your sisters too.” You continued to make your way up the stairs without caring if Klaus and Elijah wanted to add on or not, you needed to speak with Kol.
After looking in room after room, you found Kol hanging out on the patio taking his time drinking out of a blood bag.
“Okay so you’re playing the ignoring game now?I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.” You spat, stopping just a few feet behind him crossing your arms in front of you.
Kol sighed before speaking. “You don’t give up do you?” He turned to face you, setting the now empty blood bag on the nearby table.
You made no answer. “Fine.” Kol sassed then continued, “Well go on, let’s have a seat.” He pointed over at the bed since his bedroom didn’t have any chairs or couches available to sit on. You swallowed, then followed through, perching yourself at the edge of his bed as Kol did too.
“Okay, so?” You questioned, keeping your eyes on him.
“I suppose, seeing you with that vile man made me uneasy. I wanted to snap his neck the moment I saw him speak to you. But seeing as Marcel has these rules, I simply cannot.” Kol said.
“First of all, that man was very polite to me. And secondly, how in the world did it make you feel so uncomfortable that you just had to ruin our night out?” You asked, fixing him with a stare as you await your answer.
“I’m aware that we had these bloody rules about not allowing ourselves to feel feelings for each other. I mentally punish myself for it everyday.”
Kol took a deep breath. “I, Kol Mikaelson, have unintentionally fallen for my…fuck buddy.” He admitted while forcing a smile.
You stifled a laugh and fell silent for just a moment. If you could, you’d pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. How in the hell did you get so lucky?
“My apologies, darling. I know this is uncomfortable for you since it’s obvious you’re to trying to move forward with your life and all.” Kol stood up off the bed, he frowned, feeling embarrassed because he assumed you don’t feel the same way he does. “You asked, so I answered.”
“Oh no no no. I’m just processing this right now. Sit back down.” You patted your hand next to you on the firm mattress. “So when I told you yesterday that I wanted to start dating again. I actually don’t.”
Not a word came out of Kol. He just sat there trying to read your facial expressions.
“I ended up having feelings for you too, but since we made that stupid vow, I thought you followed it.” You confessed.
“Why not bother telling me, Y/N?” Kol questioned, resting his hand on top of yours.
“I could say the same to you, Kol.” You blurted, then softened your tone of voice. “But I hate rejection, so, I figured if I just distanced myself, the feelings would go away, you know?”
“I understand, love. Well since that’s all in order, what shall we do?” Kol quickly lightened the mood. He can’t ever be in his feelings for too long or else he’d go crazy.
You stretched, then made yourself comfortable on the bed by resting your head on the pillow. “I don’t know, you tell me.”
Even though Kol ruined your planned night out, you couldn’t help but get over it, especially since he looks so hot in his button up and you were still a little buzzed. Laying in his bed gave you dirty thoughts of all the sex you had with him. You flirted with the idea of Kol being on top of you right now. And of course, since you were his play thing for those last couple of months, you knew exactly how to get him in the mood.
You brushed your hair with your fingers to one side and teasingly bit your bottom lip, hoping it wouldn’t look too obvious that you’re trying.
“You’re a daft one, Y/N.” Kol chuckled, then crawled over to place himself on top of you. He planted his lips on yours which led to a hot and steamy kiss. You started to wrap your legs around his waist until all of a sudden, he stops and pulls back, giving you a devilish grin.
“Um, what’s wrong?” You questioned.
“Sorry, but that’s all you get, love.” Kol made known with that grin plastered all over his face.
“You’re annoying.” You scoffed and moved him off of you so that you can sit up on the bed.
“Oh don’t be so cross with me. Now that we both fancy each other on a deeper level, you’re going to have to work for it, darling.”
At first you didn’t understand, but you realized that Kol did have a point. “Yup, you’re right. So how do we approach this then?”
Kol took a second to think about it and then an imaginary light bulb appeared over his head. “I have a thought. How about I take you on a date or two and we move from there?”
“I’d love that.” The smile on your face could be seen from a mile away. You leaned over to give Kol a kiss on the cheek. “Pick me up tomorrow night at 7:00.”
“Brilliant.” Kol agreed.
You left the room so that you could end your night with Kol at that. Waking downstairs, you can still see Klaus and Elijah in the same spot. “Great.” You mouthed to yourself.
“Where’s Kol? Ah, let me guess. You rid of him with that dagger?” Klaus implied, taking a sip of his bourbon. Elijah just sat there and decided to mind his own business this time by keeping his opinions to himself.
“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” You joked, then walked out the front so that you could wait outside for your cab. There was no way you were going to wait in the middle of the compound for your cab with Klaus. You were tired and just wanted to go home and get some rest.
As you were waiting, you thought about how excited you are to go on your first date with Kol. You mentally crossed your fingers hoping that this leads to something amazing.
(The First Date…)
You never thought of Kol being the romantic type. Who can blame you though because you were so used to being his booty call that being viewed as something much more will take some getting used to.
The night sky was pitch black as the time is a quarter to 9. Kol told you to dress up and have you meet him at his house. Arriving there, there was a stranger on the driveway dressed in a suit who had special instructions on where you to lead you. You figured Kol had compelled this man.
The man led you towards the backyard in a path that led to the trees which had beautiful lights and lanterns wrapped around and hanging. The end of the path brought you to a table meant for two with high end looking plates and utensils. The table was also minimally decorate with well lit candle and rose in the center of the table. The best part about it, is seeing Kol sitting at the table waiting especially for you.
“Hello, darling. You made it.” Kol smiled, then he got up to pull your chair out for you.
“I mean of course. But oh wow. You did all of this?” You sat down, still looking around amazed with everything.
“I may or may not have compelled someone to help me.”
“Of course you did.” You rolled your eyes at him playfully.
It didn’t take long for the compelled butler (as you call him) to bring out a cart filled with 3 course meals. “Not too shabby.” You commented.
After lots of food and laughter, the night ended successfully. Kol walked you to the car and innocently planted a kiss on the forehead. Butterflies took over your stomach on your drive home and you laid in bed with a gigantic smile on your face.
(Several Dates Later…)
It has been almost a month now that you and Kol had agreed on this whole ‘dating’ thing. To the fortune of both of you, everything has been going great and you were just dying to have sex with him already. You were hoping he was thinking the same thing too.
Today is your day off, so you decided to invite yourself over to the Mikaelson Compound to hang out with Kol. The plan was to watch a couple of movies and maybe even spend some time with Hope if she isn’t with her mom and Jackson. Today would also be the first time that the both of you had alone time in his room since this all started since Kol’s been really strict on taking you out on dates only.
Walking in, you see Rebekah playing with Hope. Kol was just hanging out on the chair scrolling through his phone. It looked as if he was doing it to kill time as he waited on you. “Hey guys.” You announced.
“Hi, Y/N.” Rebekah greeted you, then went back to smothering Hope in kisses.
After Kol heard your name, he looked up and put his phone in his pocket. “Ah, darling. It’s about time you arrived.” Kol stated, greeting you with a hug and a long kiss on the lips.
“Oh you two lovebirds.” Rebekah stopped to compliment.
“So, I brought my favorite Tim Burton movies that we can watch.” You said to Kol, pulling the movies out of your bag for Kol to see, then put it back inside. You would love to give Hope some of your attention, but whenever Rebekah is here, she always tends to hog her.
“Whatever you like.” Kol said while looking at you with loving eyes.
Of course movie time meant cuddling in Kol’s bed under the warm blanket. 30 minutes into the movie, Kol had his hand over your thigh. It wasn’t long until the temptation got to him which led him to slowly traveling his hand high towards your core. Since you’re the one that’s probably wanted it more than him, you were more than happy to allow Kol to do whatever he wanted to you.
You started breathing heavily and let out light moans while he slowly rubbed his fingers in circles through your panties. One thing led to another and the next thing you know, the both of you were ripping each others clothes off.
Before getting too aggressive, Kol stopped himself so that he can take his time with you. This was a first considering when you two were friends with benefits, you were practically attacking each other. But this moment, at this pace was a euphoric experience.
You’ve never made love to anyone like you’ve done with him and you have the confidence to say that he’s the best you ever had, enough to put you to sleep. As Kol was spooning you while you were asleep, he made sure to kiss you goodnight. “So much for finishing this movie, love.” He whispered in your ear.
Summary: Sure you had your own insecurities, but he had his too
Word count: 1731
Being in a relationship with an idol is difficult, and you admit to that. There were ups and downs and lefts and rights, but you two always stuck together through everything. It’s been a little over a year since you two began dating and now it’s gotten to a point where you two owned a shared apartment. Sure, Jimin had spent most of his nights at the dorms since it was closer to the dance studio, but every week he made sure to come home and spend the night with you at least once or twice.
You laid in bed all snuggled up in your comforter inhaling the scent of lavender and just a tinge of Jimin. He spent the night with you yesterday, so his scent lingered on the sheets. It was raining out, all gloomy with no sun to be seen, and on days like this, you liked to cuddle with your boyfriend. Unfortunately, he wasn’t here right now. You fully understood the different aspects of being in a relationship with an idol, so you accepted the lack of his presence. Just knowing that he loved and cared for you was enough.
After getting yourself in a comfortable position, you reach over for your phone which sat atop the nightstand next to your bed. You scrolled through the various types of social media you had, but the only thing you could see on almost every post was something along the lines of “JIMIN DATING!!” or “PARK JIMIN OF BTS RELATIONSHIP CONFIRMED”.