Gen I just saw Lance still had his socks on in the sex scene. So it'd be you and your two boys, Lance and Chris and they'd be all about you, kisses and lingering touches. Lance was in charge of eating you out, Chris kissing you sweetly and softly as he pulled your shirt over your head. At some point you wanted them but Chris stopped him. "Lance, babe, your socks. You know I hate when you leave em on," he whines. You roll your eyes at his antics and pull his socks off, pulling them back to you.
the cutest thing to me in “tales of shadowhunter academy” was when magnus and alec had just gotten max and alec was being a Promising Parent TM and everyone was like “wow hes such an adult look how he handles this child” but then suddenly he and jace were literally wrestling like little kids and just acting like two teenage bros like wow jace balances alec’s seriousness out and basically keeps him from being too earnest and honestly that is the best thing ever
“I want you to take my virginity.” “What the fuck did you just ask me, Kim Taehyung?”
you’re not actually supposed to take your bestfriend’s virginity when he asks, right?
pairing: kim taehyung x reader genre: attempt at crack, eventual smut, college au warnings: sexual jokes (like a cringe-worthy amount) words: 9,582k part: 01/03
out of context quote: [9:52 am] Taehyung: ___\o/___ me drowning in ur pussy lol
want you to take my virginity.”
just taken a gulp of your pulp-included orange juice when Taehyung
says this. He’s sitting across from you in the cafeteria of the
University you both attend - have attended for the past two years.
brown coffee coated eyes are staring directly into yours - a serious
expression written across his features that tells you what he’s
just spoken was said in nothing but pure seriousness.
he says it so nonchalantly - so earnestly, that you do the only thing
you can think of.
perfectly reasonable reaction after hearing that your best friend,
the boy you’ve been in love with for over two years - wants you to
take his virginity.
By Daryl Davis, September 29 at 6:00 AM:Daryl
Davis, author of “Klan-Destine Relationships,” and subject of the
documentary “Accidental Courtesy,” is an award-winning musician, actor,
lecturer and race relations expert.
night in 1983, I found myself playing in a country band at a truck stop
lounge. I was the only black person in the joint. Taking a break after
the first set of music, I was headed to sit at a table with my bandmates
when a white gentleman approached from behind and put his arm around my
shoulders. “I really enjoy y’all’s music,” he said. I shook his hand
and thanked him. “This is the first time I ever heard a black man play
piano like Jerry Lee Lewis,” he continued.
I told him that Lewis
was a friend of mine and that he had learned his style from watching and
listening to black blues and boogie-woogie pianists. My new fan didn’t
buy it, but he did want to buy me a drink. While we sipped, he clinked
my glass and said, “This is the first time I ever sat down and had a
drink with a black man.”
Why? “I’m a member of the Ku Klux Klan,”
he said. I burst out laughing. Then he handed me his KKK membership
card, and I recognized the Klan’s symbols. In that moment, I was
overcome by a question: How could anybody hate me when they didn’t even
was no stranger to racism. Having grown up a black person in the ’60s
and ’70s, I knew that prejudice was common. But I had never understood
why. Sitting in that lounge with my new friend, I decided to figure it
out in the only way that made sense: By getting to know those who felt
hostility toward black people without ever having known any.
years later, I recruited that man, whose name was Frank James, to put
me in contact with the grand dragon of the Maryland Klan. He tried to
deter me, warning that the leader would kill me. But eventually, after I
promised not to reveal how I’d gotten the grand dragon’s contact
information, James gave it to me.
By then I had decided to
travel around the country and interview KKK leaders and members from
various chapters and factions to get the answer to my question: How can
you hate someone you’ve never met? I was planning to write a book
detailing my interviews, experiences and encounters with these Ku Klux
Klan members. (The book, “Klan-Destine Relationships,” was published in 1998.)
had my white secretary, who typically booked my band and assisted me
with my music business, set up a meeting with the Maryland grand dragon,
explaining that her boss was writing a book on the Klan and would like
his input. Per my instructions, she did not reveal the color of my skin.
grand dragon agreed to participate, and we secured a room at a
Frederck, Maryland motel, where my secretary filled an ice bucket with
cans of soda so I could offer my guest a drink. Regardless of how and
what he felt about me, if he entered my room after seeing the color of
my skin, I was going to treat him with hospitality.
to the minute, there was a knock on the door. The grand nighthawk (the
grand dragon’s bodyguard) entered first, and then the dragon himself.
“Hello,” I began, “I’m Daryl Davis.” I offered my palm, and the dragon
shook my hand as he and the nighthawk introduced themselves. The dragon
sat in the chair I had set out, and the nighthawk stood at attention
were both apprehensive of the other, and the interview started
haltingly. We discussed what he had hoped to achieve by joining the
Klan; what his thoughts were on blacks, Asians, Jews and Hispanics; and
whether he thought it would ever be possible for different races to get
along. A little while later, we heard an inexplicable crackling noise
and we both tensed. The dragon and I stared each other in the eye,
silently asking, “What did you just do?” The nighthawk reached for his
gun. Nobody spoke. I barely breathed.
Seated atop the
dresser, my secretary realized what had happened: The ice in the bucket
had started to melt, causing the soda cans to shift. It happened again,
and we all began laughing. From there, the interview went on without a hitch.
was a perfect illustration that ignorance breeds fear and possibly
violence. An unknown noise in an ice bucket could’ve led to gunfire, had
we not taken a moment to understand what we were encountering.
though the grand dragon, who now prefers not to be named, had told me
he knew that white people were superior to blacks, our dialogue
continued over the years. He would visit me in my home, and I would
eventually be a guest in his. We would share many meals together, even
though he thought I was inferior. Within a couple of years, he rose to
the rank of imperial wizard, the top national leadership position in the
Over the past 30 years, I have come to know hundreds of
white supremacists, from KKK members, neo-Nazis and white nationalists
to those who call themselves alt-right. Some were good people with wrong
beliefs, and others were bad people hellbent on violence and the
destruction of those who were non-Aryan.
There was Bob White, a
grand dragon for Maryland who served four years in prison for conspiring
to bomb a synagogue in Baltimore, where he had been a police officer.
When he got out, he returned to the Klan and later went back to prison
for three more years for assaulting two black men with a shotgun,
evidently intent on murder. But after I reached out to him with a letter
while he was in prison for the second time, Bob became a very good
friend, renounced the Klan and attended my wedding.
Wizard Frank Ancona, who headed one of the largest Klan groups in the
country, would also become a very close friend. When Frank was killed
this year (his wife and stepson have been charged with his murder), one
of his Klan members, knowing how close we had been, called me and told
me before notifying the police. I accepted the Klan’s invitation to
participate in his funeral service.
weeks after this summer’s violent clash in Charlottesville, I was
invited by the leaders of the Tennessee and Kentucky chapters of
Ancona’s branch of the Klan to speak at their national Konvocation. I
accepted, spoke and took audience questions after the lecture. Whether
or not anyone there immediately changed their minds, we talked as people
— and we all benefitted from that.
I am not so naive as to think
everyone will change. There are certainly those who will go to their
graves as hateful, violent racists. I never set out certain that I would
convert anyone. I just wanted to have a conversation and ask, “How can
you hate me when you don’t even know me?” What I’ve learned is that
whether or not I’ve changed minds, talking can still relieve tensions.
I’ve seen firsthand that when two enemies are talking, they are not
fighting. They may be yelling and beating their fists on the table, but
at least they are talking. Violence happens only when talking has
And sometimes, people do change. One day in 1999, after
having been in the Ku Klux Klan for about 20 years, the Klan leader
from the motel interview, whom I watched go from grand dragon to
imperial wizard, called me, said he was leaving the Klan and apologized
for having been a member. He told me he could no longer hate people. I
had not turned out to be what he had always thought of black people. He
went on to become one of my best friends, and today I own his robe and
hood — one set of many in my collection of garments donated to me by
apostate Klansmen and Klanswomen,
hey i wanted to ask if you could make recommendations for bakushima fanfics? i'm curious as to what you're currently reading, what your favorites are and what your thoughts on the fanfics you read are! :)
Boi!!! Okay, I guess I did something like that a long while ago, everything I said about those fics is still 100% valid, after making that list I reread nearly all of them a dozen of times and I’ve loved them all just as much each of them, good great fics those - but since then I’ve read a shitton more, so!! Let’s do this? Let’s do this
My (newer) Favorite Fics:
one to ten by crunchrapsupreme - lotsa pining, acquaintance to friends to lovers, incredibly soft and ridiculously happy it gave me such a warm feeling reading it? Kirishima is so pure it made my heart sing, Kaminari is just as ridiculous and negative as he’s supposed to be and Bakugou’s!!! Perfect I’m sure you’re gonna like this one
out of sight, within reach by potato - no powers AU, high school AU, misunderstandings and jealousy and ridiculous babies in love - Bakugou pines!!! It’s actually!!! A fic from Bakugou’s pov with this ridiculous dork pining!!!! I would have loved it just for that, but honestly anything potato writes is worth reading they’re just so good and know the characters so well !!!
get tough, straight up by quactus - this!!!! damn!!!! fic!!!! it’s useless even to drag this for long, the reason why this fic is between my favorites is straight out the incredible amount of Bakugou and Kirishima acting like a couple while they’re not even aware their liking each other might be mutual - they’re soft, got no personal space at all, care for each other so sweetly seriously it’s so good to read it made my insides melt
all good things need sunshine by shizuumi151 - a flower shop AU from another author I love with all my heart! Go check everything they’ve written they’re honestly a fave, such a good grasp on these two - this fic is sweet (I think I used that word to describe all the fics I’ve recced till now? It’s my fav genre what can I do) flowers make me soft and these two acting like the ridiculous crushing idiots they are surrounded by them is just a recipe to make me happy lbr
it’s pouring out here again by shizuumi151 - no power/high school/basketball club AU and I’m pretty certain I suggested this one already between my favorite Kaminari fics? Cause he’s amazing in this one, he and Sero both - so are Bakugou and Kirishima, obviously, the whole atmosphere of the fic makes me genuinely happy every single time I read this fic (which I’ve done… way too many times in the last month already, honestly… rip this is a fav for sure)
Fight Meby ryonello - no quirks/nurse! Kirishima AU and oh my god this fic is so good - it’s fun? and bright? and Bakugou pines in the most endearing way ever? I spent the whole fic nodding and going same Baku same haha
From Pictures to Wordsby Kivea - snapchat AU snapchat AU snapchat AU!!!! Holy heck!!!! These!!!! NERDS!!!!!!! This is a seriously great fic - Baku/Mina friendship and the squad being it all there and Baku & Deku being on civil terms make it all even better, but g o d Bakugou and Kirishima in this fic. Jesus Christ. I love them so much I can’t even find the words to describe it
little are the things we learn by newamsterdam - a 5+1 fic, 6 PoV total each of them describing the KiriBaku relationship from the eyes of those aorund them - listen. Listen. This might be obvious, because newamsterdam is my absolute fave KiriBaku author, but I live and die for this fic - aside from how I adore the external PoV format in general, every single character is so incredibly IC? And the KiriBaku relationship is so so so well described and complete even if constantly seen from an outsider’s point of view? God, I love this fic. I should reread this fic right now, honestly
So we were in this really nasty church once, rotten all over and there was a corps hanging from the ceiling. The stench was terrible.
DM: Roll on constitution.
Me and two others: Critical success
Our highest ranked officer: Fail
DM: You throw up.
Officer: I throw up into the nearest bowl.
DM: You throw up into the holy water pool.
-we proceed into the church. 2 of us leave to scout. Me (medic) and the officer stay.-
Officer: Can you find out what killed the guy up there?
Me: Sure, but we’d had to get him down.
Officer: I check the altar.
DM: It’s pretty gross, there are pieces of rotten flesh all over the altar aswell as dried up blood.
DM: Roll on constitution.
Officer: Fails again.
DM: You throw up.
Officer: -points at me- I throw up on him.
Me: I roll on dodge. I fail pretty badly.
DM: The officer throws up all over you. Roll on constitution.
Me: Failed the roll pretty badly.
Me: I THROW UP ON THE OFFICER!
Officer: I THROW UP ON DODGE.
anon said: Hi! If your request are still open… can I request a jimin bad boy smut where her father’s friend son ( jimin) is living with them for a few years and the tension is just building up. Thank you! I love your writings!💕💕
Summary: Throughout high school you’ve hated Park Jimin. That doesn’t change when he begins living with you… or does it?
Warnings: language, oral sex (unprotected)
Word Count: 10.7k+
A/N: The gif is mine.
When you were two years old you’d met Park Jimin. He wasn’t even a year older than you and your father’s best friend’s son. That was beyond confusing for your two year old mind so he was simply referred to as a family friend’s son. You never had a problem with Park Jimin until your freshman year of high school when everything changed. He’d cut off all ties with you and began hanging out with a group of six other boys. He had a different girl hanging onto his arm each week and it was no secret that he and his friends often bet each other to ask girls out just for kicks.
“Revenge?” You inquired with a smirk as he dragged you out of your room.
“Come on. We have to make her feel bad, you know?”
“Aren’t we supposed to be the bigger people?” You raised an eyebrow. Stopping in his tracks, he sighed. “Aren’t you mad about what she did?”
“Then, for once, just this once, for your…boyfriend, can you agree?” He drawled out the word ‘boyfriend’ as if testing it out and then nodded in satisfaction.
“Boyfriend, huh? I don’t recall you asking to be my boyfriend,” you looked around, aimlessly.
“But Y/N,” Jungkook whined, shaking your hand in his grasp.
“I’ve already told you I love you and I’ve kissed you,” He peered down at you with a raised brow. When you nodded, motioning him to continue, he shook his head as a chuckled released from his lips. “Now, all that there’s left is the question. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Sure, I love you, too, so it’s very clear that’d be my answer. Now, what were you thinking for revenge?”
“That’s it? A ‘Sure’? You know what, I should’ve expected that,” He laughed.
“Did you expect me to jump into your arms oh so gracefully and give you a kiss?”
“I mean, that’d be nice,” Jungkook shrugged with a cheeky grin. Rolling your eyes, you stood on your tippy-toes and pecked his cheek. He pouted but nonetheless walked along.
“So, girlfriend, my plan of revenge is messy,” Jungkook smirked, leading you to his dorms.
“You’re not gonna call me that always, right? I like the sound of it but do we want to be that couple?” After a moment of silence you nodded to yourself. “Of course we do. We’ll annoy the shit out of people.”
“So what were you thinking?” You asked again when you reached his room; a room you stayed in plenty of time. You were the one who hogged his bed and constantly fought over room while, Yoongi, poor Yoongi, had to watch from the other side. Unlike you, Jungkook had a roommate.
Opening the door, you both walked in. At the sound, Yoongi’s head popped up from his laying down position on the bed. “Y/N! I never thought I’d say this, but I missed you here!” Yoongi shouted, grinning ear to ear. You’ve never seen him like this.
“Hyung,” Jungkook sighed.
“Nope, I missed Y/N. How many times have I told you to apologize to her for ignoring her for so long?” Yoongi stood up and walked over to the both of you.
“Many,” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly, casting his eyes downward.
“Oh really? Well, hate to break it to you but it required a Vmin intervention to get him to apologize,” You playfully scowled in Jungkook’s direction.
“Why, what happened?”
“That girl I met once when she came over and after she left, I banned her from coming back because she was too damn annoying? Yeah, I remember her,” Yoongi rolled his eyes as if recalling a day he’d much rather forget.
“She wasn’t my pen pal…Y/N was,” Jungkook still obviously felt guilty for picking a stranger over you.
“Oh? That makes a lot of sense. I liked your pen pal’s sense of humor and I liked Y/N,” Snapping his fingers he shook his head, “Should connected them sooner.”
“Well, now she’s exposed and Kook and I want to get revenge,” You clapped your hands, smiling sweetly.
“And we’re dating! Y/N, can’t forget about the highlight,” Jungkook grinned.
“I sure hope you are. The way Jungkook used to go on and on about you, you already knew he was in love with you.”
“Hyung! Not important right now! Revenge plan, remember?” Jungkook waved his hands around.
“I love a good revenge plan. What were you thinking?”
“Remember the paint war we were supposed to have?”
“The one with the balloons?”
Nodding his head, Jungkook grinned. “That’s a great idea!”
Looking between the two boys who’d be thought being twelve years old with a conversation like this, you were confused. Paint war? Balloons?
“You think? It isn’t too mean?”
“You’re asking the wrong person…I’d write roast the shit out of them with a diss track. How can I help?”
“Great. More of Jungkook’s friends. Wanna yell at me, too?” You overheard Y/F/N groan when she spotted Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin approaching her.
Both you and Jungkook were hiding on top of a probably restricted construction structure. It was in front of one of the buildings being repaired from storm damage. Under the structure, was Y/F/N where you had planned her to be.
“We were just wondering why you lied to Jungkook,” Jin said, innocently, walking closer, but not close enough to be ‘revenge-ed.’
“I have to explain it to you, too? Ugh, honestly if I had known this would be the consequences of being his friend in the first place then I’d–” You nudged Jungkook to hurry up and start. Jungkook sent you a smirk before dropping the blue water balloon so it landed on her head.
She let out a shriek as you stifled a laugh. The boys in front of her laughed their asses off, and you quickly grabbed the special present Taehyung gave you. Throwing it on the ground next to her, an eruption of purple smoke was released.
“Smoke bomb. Smart,” Jungkook nodded, handing you a balloon. You both threw the remaining balloons before the smoke dissipated and scurried off the structure. You pretended to be just walking in on the scene, noticing the boys motioning you over.
“You did this!” Y/F/N pointed an accusing finger at the two of you. Putting both your hands up in surrender you denied, “We just got here, how would we?” You couldn’t contain your laugh as you observed her. She was a rainbow. Her arms were green and orange, while her head and torso was a mixture between blues and pinks.
“Then maybe it was the other two,” She was fuming.
“Us?” Taehyung and Jimin genuinely just entered the scene. All the while, other students walked by with snickers and smirks on their faces.
“Wondered why she got that.”
“I don’t care. She deserved it. You know she stole my boyfriend in freshman year?”
“She looks better like that.”
“I’d give a high five to the person who did that.”
Smirking to yourselves, both you and Jungkook returned to your dorm room. “Now, that, was fun,” You yelled, a large grin on your face. Tackling Jungkook in an embrace, you sighed in content.
“Princess, as long as you’re dating me, it’ll always be fun,” He wiggled his eyebrows, suggestively.
“Says the virgin,” You smirked causing him to gasp.
“Hey! You’re making fun!”
“No, no, just a small tease,” You leaned up and pecked his lips. Humming in response, Jungkook pulled you onto your bed. Hovering over you and wrapping his arms around you, he gave a cute smile.
“Just letting you know, I’m not letting go. Ever,” He buried his head in the crook of your neck as you laid underneath him.
“Good. Because I don’t want you to.”
The both of you soon fell asleep, your hand playing with his hair, a new thing you did that Jungkook loved. However, like the last time, you managed to move around so you were against his chest and legs tangled together.
This time, when you woke up, there was no awkwardness. Soft smiles and sweet words were exchanged between you two and man, you wondered what the hell you did to deserve it.
That day, you were both sent to you Dean’s office where Y/F/N, still some part of her body covered in paint splatters, sat in his chair. You sat in the other two seats next to Y/F/N.
“I’m sorry Y/F/N, but no one saw it,” your Dean apologized.
“They had a smoke bomb! Believe me they did it!” She pointed another accusing finger at you.
“And why would they do that?” The Dean raised his eyebrow. You and Jungkook exchanged glances. You were both expecting this. If Y/F/N said you waned revenge, she’d have to explain why. And why would be the reason she’d be in trouble. Pretending to be someone else, especially if it was part of an assignment, was a violation and she knew that.
Opening her mouth a few times, she looked down and grumbled to herself. Looking back up sweetly, she apologized, “You know, it probably wasn’t them. I’m sorry for wasting your time.” Then she marched out the door and closed it behind her.
“I’m sorry I had to have you here. You see, paint was thrown at Y/F/N and she thought you two were the culprits. Do you know why’d she’d think that?”
The both of you shook your heads in disbelief, widening your eyes. “What?” “No way!”
“I thought so. You can leave now,” the Dean motioned to the door.
“See? Smoke bombs are smart,” you smirked, out of ear range of the Dean’s office.
Intertwining your hands, Jungkook sighed, “What an adventure; First I talked to my pen pal, then you, then back to my pen pal, then you, and then Y/F/N, and then you who was my pen pal all along? Wow, what a story to tell.”
“Yeah, at least we’re both at fault. We both did stupid things.”
“Because we’re both idiots,” Jungkook finished.
“For each other,” you pinched his cheek lovingly, causing him to groan.
“You’re lucky I love you.”
“As Sarcastic Princess would say, I love me too,” You smiled when he chuckled. “Oh, and I love you, too.”
ITS OVER *wipes tear* I hope this was an okay ending that satisfied you all! Thank you all so much for reading this and leaving such sweet messages and asks. I couldn’t ask for a better bunch of readers.
As for the next pen pal, it’s going to be….*drum rolls* Yoongi’s!!! So all you Yoongi biased (heh me too) be sure to stick around!! Pls, I love making friends.
How did you like it? Any particular parts you loved? Let me know!
It was no secret Kim Seokjin and Kim Taehyung were two of the best-looking humans to ever grace this godforsaken campus, and it was no secret that they were your best friends. The three of you were practically attached at the hip or rather… hips. See, the thing is, neither Jin nor Taehyung were always sex gods. In fact, Taehyung was bullied by an upperclassman for a little while in preschool and that upperclassman happened to be Jin, who turned out to be projecting his own experiences onto the little nerdy tater-tot that was the young Taehyung. It was after class that you heard a yelp coming from the boys’ bathroom and, being young and pure at heart, you didn’t hesitate to check it out- finding Taehyung shoved up against the sinks, Jin holding him by the collar.
Director stealing credit for intern's work? Enjoy unemployment and €250,000 personal debt.
Brace yourselves, it’s a bit of a long one, but it’s a prime example of a single sentence can go a long way. (tl:dr at the end)
So one summer at university I took a job in the marketing department of a small manufacturing company, ostensibly creating foreign language advertising material and safety texts, as well as all the social media stuff for their upcoming move into Europe.
It quickly became clear a large element of sales was involved but I didn’t mind - I was young and wanted lots of big wins for my résumé. The department consisted of myself, another guy for another European language, and one hugely underpaid 16-year-old ‘junior’ intern. We all worked for an absolute bandit (hereafter 'the boss’) who basically had no relevant experience or competencies but was a smooth talker and had ensnared the company owner with some kind of evil wizardry. This boss spent most of his time running a side business off his iPhone, only stopping to literally throw things at us whilst we were on the phone (banter), to randomly paint the inside of our office jet black (ceiling included) or make inane demands like trying to force a supplier to give us a 40% discount based on our tiny firms 'potential’.
You went to the cafe every morning, in hopes of spotting Jungkook, to somehow attempt to make everything right. For the first few days, he either wouldn’t hear you, or simply ignore your presence. Not to mention, Y/F/N was always near him.
You couldn’t message him from Sarcastic Princess, because one, Jungkook wold be even angrier how ridiculous this was getting for him. He wasn’t a fan of drama and that was just what was going to happen. Second, Y/F/N knew some shitty things about you, including why you never revealed yourself to Jungkook, and you knew she wouldn’t hesitate to tell Jungkook if you in any way ruined her chances with him. Hell, if you even thought about texting him as Sarcastic Princess, she could somehow convince him you’re were some CIA level hacker. She was that manipulative.
Then, those days when he was alone, he’d give a forced smile as if he didn’t care at all by what you’ve done.
“Hey, Y/N,” his eyes would gaze over the store as if looking for someone.
“Look, Jungkook. I know I lied but–”
“Can we not talk about this? It’s over with. I got my pen pal, and that’s all I ever wanted,” He spoke, sternly, the last few words expressing more meaning than said.
That’s all he ever wanted. Just his pen pal. He never really was your friend, he was hinting. He wanted you to think he didn’t care at all about what had happened, or you for that matter. And that hurt. A lot.
He would leave, making a dumb excuse to meet up with Y/F/N. This went on for two weeks. She never hung out at your dorm anymore. Scoffing just thinking about it, you two never had much in common. She was more outgoing, popular, had a better style while you liked to stay in and watch time go by wearing your comfiest clothes.
It was only until you told her about your pen pal when she seemed interested in your friendship. You should’ve known from the start. She was using you. Those times you asked if you were being sly enough, she was just being sly herself by learning to be his pen pal.
But out of all of it, you still had his friends. It was one day, you were in the library, a place you only used to go with Jungkook, when Jimin and taehyung rolled next to you on swivel chairs.
“Hey, Y/N! Jungkook’s not around?” Jimin smiled.
“No. Just in case he hasn’t told you, we’re not friends anymore,” You looked at the computer in front of you, swallowing the knot in your throat.
“Wh–what?” Taehyung gasped, quite dramatically.
“Yeah, I lied to him. And he found out.” Now it was their turn to hate you.
“Finally let him know you were his pen pal?”
Choking on a breath, you coughed. “What?”
“C’mon, Y/N. The way he spoke how you spontaneously entered his life, accidentally when his pen pal gave him her room number? Not that hard to see through,” Taehyung shook his head, but held in an amused smile.
“He’s an idiot. That’s why he didn’t suspect it. Why didn’t you tell him, anyway? He was in your room.”
You blinked at the boys’ curious faces.
“I think we broke her. She was sad, remember?”
Letting out a sigh, you looked down. “I lied because he was disappointed. You should’ve seen his face when he saw me, wearing my usual comfy clothes, messy hair. It wasn’t what he expected nor wanted.”
“Idiot,” Jimin shook his head to himself, referring to Jungkook.
“But you two became friends! Surely, now he would understand why you felt that way. Why is he mad?”
“Because I wasn’t the one who told him. Psh–She didn’t even tell him the truth. Just made it a bigger lie.”
“She?” Taehyung asked.
“Y/F/N,” You spoke as if the name was poison on your tongue.
The boys looked at each other and clenched their jaws. “Y/F/N. Oh, we’ve heard of her.”
“You have? All good things I assume because she’s pretending to be Jungkook’s pen pal.”
“Hm, from him, she’s okay, I guess. But we don’t like her,” Jimin frowned.
“Nope. At all,” Taehyung confirmed with a nod.
“All she does is take away our time with him. He’s never around because they’re too busy hanging out. We’re glad she’s not his pen pal. We were really rooting that it was you.”
“That sure sounds like Y/F/N. I wish I would’ve known her motives sooner before I lost him.”
“You didn’t lose him,” Taehyung placed a hand on your shoulder. “Just tell him everything you told us.”
“I can’t do that. He’d still hate me. And when it comes to how much he hates me now and how much he’ll hate me if I tell him, I think I’m fine right now. Plus, why would he believe me after everything? Why would he even care?”
“I can’t tell Jungkook. Not gonna do it. Sorry for trying, boys, but I’m fine and I deserved this. Sure, I wish he could have the same outlook you two have but I’m not willing to risk it.” You stood up in your seat to leave when your heart dropped to the floor. You couldn’t move.
“Tell me what?”
OOOOOkdshjfasdfkdjsf Wow who did two updates for the same series in a day??? Hello, yes, I did… Also, hey remember when this was fluff? Lolololol
Summary: Being Sam Winchester’s Omega was wonderful… when he was actually there. Yes, he was kind and loving, but he’d spend weeks away from you, only stopping by when he needed to. Two years of living on the outskirts of Sam’s life is starting to take its toll. Pairing: Alpha!SamxOmega!Reader Words: 4704 (whoa) Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Pining (is that a warning?). Talk of sex. AN: The long awaited sequel for Reluctant Rejection!!! There will be a third part. I promise you, it will be a lot shorter than this… this one got out of hand XD Anywhooo, hope you enjoy it! I have some worries that I may have waffled, but @skybinx-blog assures me otherwise… Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!
The damn thermos was the only thing that was still the same.
After you’d made Sam leave, you’d spent the best part of two
weeks just living on the couch. You’d had no energy to drag yourself far, and
the sofa put you equidistant to the fridge and the bathroom, meaning you didn’t
really have much need to move. With shaking limbs, you’d decided that enough
was enough. You had to keep living
your life, and that meant moving on from your Alpha, even if he had been your
So, you fell into a routine to try and keep you grounded.
Wake up, work, eat, sleep, repeat. Unfortunately, you had no idea if it would
have worked, because it didn’t take long for your heat to hit once again. This
time there was no Sam walking through your door to comfort you, no Sam to wrap
his arms around you and hold you close, no Sam to show you how much he loved
You’d never felt agony like it. Sure, heats had always
sucked ass, but what you experienced was far beyond any pain they’d caused you
before you’d met Sam. There was no need to seek out an explanation for it,
though. You knew it was because your whole being was craving your Alpha.
What you also realised during this time was that Sam’s scent
was saturated into every part of your house. Sure, it might have been vaguely
faded, but it was there, and in your sensitive state you’d torn up a large part
of your home in an effort to seek it out, desperate for something more
substantial than a weak scent clinging to your mattress. Once you were over the
worst of it, you started on your next endeavour to move on.
You gutted your house.
There was no way you wanted to suffer like you had during
your last heat, and so you did what you had to. All things that you knew you
would never rid of Sam’s warm smell was to be tossed out. Your mattress and all
your bedding went first, quickly followed by your sofa and curtains, and then
the carpets. Even the doormat that Sam himself had bought you got tossed out,
only pausing briefly to look at the strange pentagram that you spotted on its
underside, painted on in a colour that was just
off from the mat’s colour. Unnerved slightly with this discovery, you pressed
Everything that you kept went through a serious cleaning. No
surface went un-scrubbed, and you painstakingly re-varnished all the wooden
Not to mention you decided that, with new furniture and a
new life, you would rearrange everything and have a new layout. This brought to
surface the second thing that unnerved you… the little fabric pouches that
started popping up in random places.
Regardless, you persevered, and soon it looked as though
you’d moved into a new house.
(Regarding your reddie cheating fic) (I hated but loved it uGH) Ummm no offense but in my HCs reddie never breaks up and they get married and live happily ever after 😂 Can u pls write a fic where ( it starts out angsty) (gets fluffy toward the end) they make up??
— You reached for Jin’s top button of his shirt, and his breathing hitched. You stopped immediately, feeling as if you did something wrong. You opened your mouth to speak, but soon shut it as Jin’s large hands were placed on top of yours. You locked your eyes with his, and you noticed how zoned out he seemed. You felt your heart ache as you two stood there, wanting to know what was wrong. Jin had never stopped you, and you had never stopped him.
“The managers told me that I need to lose some weight. They want me to cut my diet down, so that’s why I’ve been cooking more healthy foods for us… I still feel as if I am not up to their standards. If they feel that way, you must too. I feel as if you will leave me if I don’t thin up.” Jin spoke quietly, only loud enough for you to hear. You lowered your hands from his chest, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. “Y/N, it’s not that big of a deal; I’ll just keep my shirt on if that’s alright—”
“Jin, you’re so small,” you croaked out, not understanding why he was seen as anything less than perfection. Jin shook his head as he placed his hands on your cheeks. He looked you in the eye, seeing the pain that those words had caused you. You couldn’t imagine being in his spot and being told that. “Please don’t lose weight, Jinnie. I don’t want to see you in an unhealthy place. If you lose weight you'll—”
“I love you,” Jin interrupted. Jin wiped the tears that left your eyes with the pad of his thumb. He nodded at you, not needing to hear the rest of what you had to say. He knew what his baby wanted, and that was the healthy version of him. “I’ll talk to them, okay? I’m sorry I brought it up.” Jin smiled faintly before connecting his lips to yours again. The returned feeling made your heart beat out of joy instead of sorrow. Jin reached his hands down to yours, placing them on his chest again.
YOONGI ( SUGA )
— Yoongi’s hands would be on your thighs as you straddled him, his lips on the crook of your neck. You were already down to just your underwear, yet he was still fully dressed. Lowering your hands down to the hem of his shirt, Yoongi’s eyelids fluttered open. His eyelashes tickled your neck, and you stopped yourself there. Usually he would just help you remove his shirt, not wanting to wait much longer. This time, he removed his lips from you.
“Yoongi, did I do something?” You asked, looking him in the eye.
“N– no, you’re… you’re great,” Yoongi breathed. You could hear the pain in his voice as he took your hands in his. You would have gotten off his lap, but he held you close so you wouldn’t. He didn’t want you to leave him. “I just haven’t been with you enough. I’m always away working, and we rarely have nights like this where it’s just us.” Yoongi was never good at expressing himself, but neither were you. “I… I don’t know if I’ll be able to give you what you want.”
“Yoongi,” you squinted your eyes at him. He let out a small sigh, leaning back in the office chair you both resided on. You saw the pain in his eyes as he held onto your hands, rubbing his thumb over your skin. “Time doesn’t change how I feel about you. I don’t care if we both don’t feel satisfied; I just want to be with you. I would be just as happy sleeping with your arms locked around me.” Yoongi nodded. “Plus, name one time we did not receive a noise complaint from my neighbors or the boys.”
Yoongi chuckled, “never.”
HOSEOK ( JHOPE )
— Hoseok smiled as the two of you sat on your shared bed. He had just thrown your shirt to the floor, and so far everything seemed picture perfect. Hoseok picked you up and placed you on his lap, your cheeks reddening as he did so. He loved seeing the impact he had on you, and you could help but let out a soft giggle as he tapped his fingertips against the small of your back. He grinned against your collarbones at the sound, closing his eyes. You reached down for the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up to tease Hobi. He kissed your collarbones.
“My stomach is kind of fat right now jagi,” Hobi stated, making you stop. You could tell with the tone in his voice that he was unhappy with his body. You could see no imperfections, and his words had surprised you. You had seen him shirtless this morning when he got out of the shower, and his abs were definitely there. Even if they weren’t, you didn’t care. Hoseok was Hoseok no matter his body, and you would love him anyway. “Baby?”
“You’re not fat,” you mumbled. Hoseok sighed softly as he lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. He smiled at you, glancing down at your lips. “If you think you are, then you shouldn’t. Hoseok, I don’t see where you got that idea at all! I saw your abs this morning when you were getting ready. I can feel the muscles in your back!”
“You always used to praise me for my figure, and you no longer do,” Hoseok explained. You rolled your eyes.
“I thought you got bored of the same compliments I gave out,” you pressed your nose against Hobi’s. He smiled, knowing you didn’t mean to hurt him. He was beautiful no matter his size, and you didn’t have to vocalize that. “If you need me to, I’ll tell you every second of the day how much I love you. I’ll say all of the words that will change your mind. I will kiss you and assure you that your abs now are far better than what they were. Want to know why they’re better?”
“Because they’re mine, and I love them too,” Hoseok finished with what you had planned to say. You giggled, nodding. He grinned widely before throwing his shirt off, placing his lips on yours.
NAMJOON ( RAP MONSTER )
— Namjoon had not been in the best mood lately, due to the constant spotlight on the two of you. Because both of you are idols, you both get hate from either sides. His seemed to be more intense than yours, and he understood why. You were gorgeous, with hair that always seemed to flow effortlessly, and a body that could stun anyone. He was lucky to call you his, and he knew you felt the same about him. You constantly told Namjoon how much you adored him, but times like this he forgot.
The words repeated in his mind as he had you pinned against the wall of your room. Your hands were tangled in his hair, which had always been his weakness. With your back arched, his only desire was to have your body covered with his kisses. He reached around to your back and began unzipping your dress, noticing how the fabric loosened on you. He placed his lips on your shoulders as he slid the straps of your dress off, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor.
You placed your hands at the waistband of his jeans, holding Namjoon close to you by his belt loops. You unbuckled his jeans, and he slid off the hoodie that he wore. You wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile, your lips connecting again. With your body pressed against his, Namjoon couldn’t help but smile. You were his everything, and he could feel your love whenever you were around. The words began to replay again, and he slowed his kiss down. You knew something was up, being able to tell easily with Namjoon.
“I love you,” you breathed as you looked Namjoon in the eye. You smiled, feeling his fingertips tap on your lower back. The words seemed to disappear with you standing in front of him. You didn’t know why he was upset, but you knew he was. Namjoon wasn’t an open book, but he had a few ripped pages on the floor. If you had to guess, it was the attention constantly on the two of you. “I wouldn’t want anyone else, Joon. I’m the lucky one, and you shouldn’t feel insecure about yourself.”
“I love you too, baby,” Namjoon smiled, and he meant every syllable.
— You woke up early one morning, not feeling the warmth that Jimin produced beside you. Squinting your eyes open, you could vaguely see Jimin standing in the bathroom you shared. He had practice, and you knew that he got up early to get ready. He didn’t notice that you had woken up, and you watched as he pinched the skin on his stomach. He carried a frown, clearly unhappy with the skin on his stomach. He only wore a towel covering his lower half, and you knew he had just showered. He let out a sigh, running his hand through his wet hair.
“Chim, you’re not—”
“Ah,” Jimin turned around swiftly to face you. He must have saw the displeased expression on your face, because he looked down at his feet. You wanted to burst into tears then, begging for Jimin to never do that again. He self-consciously wrapped his arms around his stomach. “I was supposed to leave a few minutes ago.”
“Why haven’t you then?” You asked, sitting up. He frowned, turning towards the bathroom mirror, his back to you. You could see his muscles on his back, and you didn’t understand. “Jimin, you are tiny. What you were pinching is skin, and last time I checked, everyone has it. You don’t need to stress, oppa. I have that too.” Jimin nodded, sniffling. He turned around to face you, clearly feeling terrible now. “I love you, Jiminie.”
“I’m sorry,” a tear slipped down his cheek as he rushed towards you. Jimin sat down beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You hugged him tightly, kissing his bare shoulder. “You’re perfect, and I am doing what I hate you doing. You’re so beautiful, Y/N, and I’m sorry that we both are being stupid and ignoring each other’s words. I love you more than the stars in the sky, and I promise to never make you feel sad like that again.”
You then realized that you had been crying.
TAEHYUNG ( V )
— Tae loved you more than anything else in his life, and he’d give up everything for you. Because of that, he often felt as if he was not good enough to be with you. He felt as if you were the most unique and fascinating person in the entire universe, and he felt lesser of himself. Whenever it came to taking any clothes off around you, he did not feel comfortable. It only got worse as your relationship hit the one year anniversary mark, and the two of you had yet to ever undress in front of each other. He wasn’t alone with his insecurities, because you felt the same.
“Tae,” you greeted him as he stood in the kitchen eating leftovers. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and his heart started beating. You two were never a pair that did much skinship besides loose cuddling. You both often wished that you had done more, but you couldn’t help it. Clinging onto Tae, that was probably the closest you had ever been to him your entire relationship, including when you two were just friends. “Good morning.”
“M– morning,” Tae stuttered, placing his free hand on top of your hands. “Do you want the rest of this? We can go get something to eat if you’d like. Or, I could ask Jin to make something for you.” Taehyung spoke quickly, clearly wanting you to let go of his waist. You took the hint, removing your arms from him. He immediately felt guilty after seeing your expression. You loved him, and he knew that you didn’t see anything wrong with him. “Baby.”
“Taehyung,” you breathed unsteadily. He saw tears brimming in your stunning eyes, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you. He shushed you before you could say anything, feeling your hands grip onto the fabric of his shirt. You didn’t want to hug him back, fearing that he would feel awful about himself again. “I’m sorry. You’re absolutely perfect and I don’t understand why you are insecure. I’m sorry I made you feel bad about yourself…”
“Shh,” Taehyung breathed. “I’ll ease up, but that means you have to too, okay?” Taehyung spoke softly, and you nodded faintly. It would be hard to get out of your habits, but you had Tae with you. “You’re the most amazing and incredible creature, and I love you, baby.”
— A smile would be on your face as you sat on Kook’s lap. It would not be the first heated makeout session between you two, but this one seemed to last a lot longer than the others. He held onto your hips, his hands under the fabric of your shirt. You would lower your hands down to the hem of his shirt, knowing what was on both of your minds. You had been together for eight months, and nothing had come out of it yet. Today that would change, or at least you thought so.
“Babe,” Jungkook breathed as you broken away from him. You quickly removed your hands, knowing he was uncomfortable. Jungkook held onto your hips still, letting out a sigh. “I don’t have much experience… I don’t see why you’re the one always initiating this, because you can probably tell I’m not as good as—”
“Jungkook,” you interrupted. He tilted his head, confused. You would smile, placing your hands on either sides of his face. You would kiss the tip of his nose, a blush appearing on his cheeks. “I don’t care if you aren’t experienced. I want to be with you, and I know that you’re great already. You’re more experienced than me, so I should be the one talking about not being any good.” Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.
“You always find a way to boost my confidence,” Jungkook stated. He took your hands in his and placed them on the hem of his shirt. “I love you.”