jimin x reader, highschool! jimin, bestfriend! jimin genre/warnings—
smut, fluff, slight angst, words— 11,163
:: summary— You’ve
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.
Jeon Jungkook -Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.
Setting: A follow-up to the first part of the story (Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating).
Sitting in your office and flipping pages of the documents that were supposed to be taken care of a long time ago doesn’t seem to be that appealing of an idea, but truth to be told, anything would be better than letting your memories of Jungkook’s desperate pleas and breathy moans fill your head. You shake your head in disapproval. They’re haunting you and they keep coming back even though you know damn well it’s so wrong. There is virtually no other word to describe these thoughts and the influence they’ve had on your daily routines since that memorable day. These thoughts have been so distracting, and much to your dismay, they don’t want to give you even a small break since that horrible and yet so ecstatic day. That day when you jerked off your adorable and oh so handsome childhood friend. Your worker. A guy four years younger who’s been crashing on you since he just as much as entered puberty… So innocently sweet… Hell, no. Without a doubt, Jeon Jungkook was anything but innocent when you caught him masturbating in your own bed. Once again, the mere reminiscence caused the beat of your heart to quicken unexpectedly. Words becoming blurry on the now creased sheet of paper. Wait a minute… Are your hands sweating?
Y: Oh, God girl… The hell are you thinking about again?
The question echoed in the room but there was nobody to give an answer to it. You’ve been staying away from that pretty and smiling face of Kookie for almost a week now. Fine, you’ve been giving him orders and made sure that he tended to some pressing matters concerning that flourishing (still a bit shady) business of yours. Providing, of course, that a mafia organisation can be labelled as such. Nevertheless, you’ve been conflicted. It’s not like you doubted him. He’s never given you any reasons to question him or his feelings towards you. He’s been so caring and utterly devoted to you that it sickened your stomach the moment you realised that you’ve been acting like a fucking paranoid teenager. Funny thing… Maybe he isn’t the one who should try his best to prove his maturity? Another unanswered question…
You spaced out. A knock on the door And immediately you know it is him. It’s not like you have some mad clairvoyant skills but deep inside you know. You feel it must be him. Three knocks. At first, it’s gentle but then it becomes more powerful and it speeds up. He’s never been the patient one, but he knows very well that loud banging angers you to no end. He’s not gonna risk that much today, although he adores the way your cheeks flush and the apparent irritation in your voice despite your best attempts to keep it all at bay when scolding him.
The door flings open and there he is. You didn’t plan to, you promised yourself you wouldn’t raise your eyes but sadly, they darted on their own in his direction. It was so quick, but damn you have a feeling he caught you in the act. The papers in your hand have never been more interesting than now. You could almost burn a hole with your gaze in this useless piece of writing.
J: I did what you asked me to. What now? Should I go and dispose of the guy? We’ve narrowed down his usual schedule and shit he does all day… I guess there’s no use waiting since he sure doesn’t waste his time stripping you of your money…
Y: No, that won’t be necessary. You’re free. I’ll have some other people deal with this.
A sharp intake of breath. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? You reach for another document from the stacked up pile resting on the desk.
J: I can handle this just as well as…
Y: It’s not to be discussed. You can leave. I’m working.
Your head ceremoniously propped on your hand, brows furrowed as if you were deeply analysing something.
J: As you wish. Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?
He’s angry. So angry. You can feel it hanging in the air. That tension that keeps both of you on the edge. Why is it so hard for you just to accept him? You’ve missed him so badly. Why can’t you say it out loud to that perfect boy?
Y: Are you deaf? I said you’re free.
Is this what you wanted to tell him? Your head up again. You can see his back as he reluctantly closes the distance between him and the doors. He’s like a sad and abandoned puppy now. But, no… He freezes for a moment and then energetically turns around to face you again. Of course… What have you been thinking? It’s Jeon Jungkook after all. He’ll never let go that easily. He’s proved you this so many times and yet it always makes your heart skip a beat whenever he puts up a fight to win you over.
J: Actually, fuck no. I won’t leave that room.
Y: Excuse me?
J: You heard me right, boss. You can’t be deaf, right?
That cheeky answer was certainly unforeseen and caught you off guard, to say the least. He swiftly moved in the direction of the desk but he didn’t stop in front of it. Much to your astonishment, he went round it.
Standing tall and looking into your eyes. He’s furious. Suddenly, you realised it would be better to stand up too…
Y: I gave you an order Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you forgetting your place? You’re not in the position to talk to me lik…
J: If I am to be completely honest with you after you’ve palmed my dick enjoying the way I moaned your name I don’t think I am that much concerned about our boss and worker relation.
You’re blushing. No, no, no. Not now! Fists clenching so hard that it begins to hurt but you’re too numb and exasperated to notice.
Y: We’re at work and I expect you to do as I say. We’re not gonna talk about your dick, Jungkook.
J: Fine, then.
And he was smirking. That little bastard was smirking at you! Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned the dick part, though…
J: Why don’t we chat a little about that silly behaviour of yours then?
He pouted his lips, raising a finger to touch them. A much too exaggerated whine accompanying this little fake act.
J: Oh wait, I guess we can’t talk about this since your behaviour is very much connected to my dick too…
Y: What behaviour? Are you out of your mind, brat?
J: Like you avoiding me’ cause you’ve essentially jerked me off the other day?
Y: I’m not avoiding you. Don’t get some weird ideas.
J: If that’s the case then you’ll be happy If I come to your place as I usually do, right noona?
Y: And what are we going to do? Play some video games?
You tried to tease him a little but it backfired on you pretty badly…
J: Well, I actually intended to play video games, but if it’s suddenly too childish for you then I guess we can do some more mature stuff.
The way he prolonged the word mature made you wanna rip him off to shreds. An eat-shitting grin plastered on his handsome face.
J: So, seeing you have no objections I assume we’re clear. I’ll be at your place around 8.
And then, that was totally unpredictable. He gently leaned in and placed an innocent and a bit shy peck on your cheek, smiling very softly at you. His intense stare getting a bit too long to handle. Chocolate brown eyes literally melting you down on the spot.
Y: Whatever, just get out already…
That incoherent mumble sounded way too weak even to your own ears. So it did for Jungkook, cause it seems he mustered up enough courage to cup your face with his slender hand.
Yes. His hand now placed on your right cheek. Fingers gently caressing and playing with your soft skin. Oh god, he smells so nice… You closed your eyes. His forehead now resting on yours. His hands are so cold and a bit sweaty. Is he that nervous?
J: You’re making me go crazy, girl. I’m thinking about you all the time. Don’t be so hard on me all I wanna do is to love you the way you deserve it.
Jungkook’s never been too fond of making such confessions but certainly, he’s been getting more and more open about the way he feels. He’s always preferred to act rather than talk but with you, he just can’t keep it all to himself.
You nodded in agreement, still averting his gaze. Your throat was so dry at this point that you didn’t want to risk any attempt at talking.
J: You’re so cute.
He beamed one last time and left the office leaving you all to yourself and more haunting thoughts. Only now it feels a bit different. Your belly feels strangely warm and it’s not all that bad if you were to admit. It feels exciting. How much time is it going to take till you finally see him in the evening? It’s going to be a long and painful day… That you know for sure.
Jungkook arrived earlier. The moment you heard the familiar knocking at the door your eyes scanned the computer screen in search for the clock widget.
7:54… Damn, he’s ahead of time.
You gulped. It’s hard to swallow again.
He gently opened the door and sheepishly slipped into your room. His eyes eyeing your small figure. You’re sitting on the bed trying so hard to look occupied, doing something on the laptop placed on your thighs.
J: Ssup, pretty girl?
He stopped in the middle of your room scratching the back of his head.
J: Don’t even tell me you are still working…
Y: Just a couple of e-mails. I got to make sure that the deal goes smoothly.
A loud whine.
J: But, noona! You promised me a date!
Y: Stop whimpering like a kiddo and just wait. Gosh…
So dissatisfied. Like little children who always stamp their feet when they want to get something, He could do that now. Damn sure he could. You want to chuckle so badly but you bite your lip instead. He reluctantly plodded towards the bed and collapsed on it with such a force that it rocked against the wall.
He is laying down next to you with his head just beside your bare thighs. Hands stretched above his head in a defeated manner. He looks like a picture of misery. No, definitely patience is not one of his merits. Eyes boring holes in you trying to speed up the painful agony of waiting. He is scanning your face in the hope of hearing you say: Kookie, I’m done!. But no such thing happens.
J: Noona, I’m hungry.
Y: How can you be hungry after eating 4 cups of noodles?
J: Gahh… Why did I even text you about it…
Y: I wonder myself…
J: Oi! You’re mean!
Y: No waaaaaay!
And suddenly he turned to the side and before you could react his teeth sank into your delicate thigh. His arms holding your legs in place.
Y: Jungkook it hurts!
J: Khe hehe heh…
Surely he would laugh even louder but he can’t because he’s too busy with nibbling at your soft flesh. The struggle to free yourself from his firm grasp quickly turns out to be pointless. That bastard is just too strong and heavy.
Y: Alright, alright I get it!
More little bites followed
Y: Stop! I have ice cream! You can…
He raised his head visibly excited. His eyes even bigger than they usually are. So shiny… Wait… But his hands are still sneakingly stroking your inner thighs, aren’t they?
J: Now you’re talking! Our favourite flavour?
J: Gonna eat them all.
He let out his infamous evil man cackle while jumping to his feet and running straight to the kitchen to fetch your favourite little treat. Not much time has passed and once again he enters the room with a joyous expression on his face carrying a big carton of ice cream and two spoons. One of them already in his face.
J: They mgmg re asgreeeat as evee…
Y: Jungkook I literally did not get a thing. Can you take the spoon out while you’re talking to me?
A silent nod. He scooped another portion of ice cream and devoured it quickly before answering.
J: Sure! I was telling they’re as great as ever!
Y: Good… I’m glad.
Once again he came to sit next to you on the bed.
J: Here, have a bite.
A spoonful of ice cream appeared in front of your face and he almost forced it down your throat. It’s so yummy…
J: Good, innit?
You smile warmly at him. He’s so precious. Baby bun.
You continue doing your job while observing the way he eats. Such an appetite. He makes sure to feed you too. It seems that each and every time he gives you more and more ice cream on the spoon. The entire carton disappears in no time. He lets out a satisfied moan.
J: So delicious!
You click the send button and it seems that there is nothing left to do? Maybe you should also check the monitoring cameras just one last time before you turn off the laptop…
J: Is this what you meant by “mature stuff”? It is boring as fuck. I hoped for something more entertaining.
Y: It’s not a fucking circus, brat.
J: Last time you were more entertaining, boss.
You shot him a glare and noticed how he licked his lips to get rid of the remaining ice cream. Although, it looked more like teasing. Yes, such a little tease.
J: Ahh… My hands are cold.
He kept on rubbing them in order to warm them up.
Y: It didn’t bother you while you were holding a carton of ice cream.
J: Now, that’s a different thing.
Y: How is that a different thing, smart-ass?
J: I was too busy to notice and I think I know even a better way of distracting myself.
He moved in your direction and positioned himself behind you. Arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hands slowly creeping under your strapless pink top. You put down the laptop. It seems like you won’t get to checking the monitoring system, after all.
J: It’s not fair. I fed you with ice cream and now my hands are freezing. Why don’t you warm me up a little, baby girl?
His slender fingers start rubbing circles around your belly button to let you adjust to the unpleasant sensation of his cold touch. Your belly muscles flex in response and he can literally feel how goosebumps start forming on your skin because of his intrusive fingers. You reach to grab his hands.
Y: I didn’t ask for any ice cream, did I?
J: You’re gonna suffer the consequences of your actions anyway.
Y: Oh, really? Whatcha gonna do, Kookie? Should I be scared?
The nickname stirred him up a little. It’s rare for you to address him so fondly. Last time you called him this way he ended up cumming into your hand…
He decided not to hesitate anymore. You’re going to be all his tonight and he’ll definitely return the favour from the other day.
J: How about you stop that jabbering, noona? Do you want to try me? You know I never back down from a challenge.
Y: Tempting… I feel like I might, actually.
You didn’t have to say anything more to get a reaction from him. All the time he has been breathing against your neck and now you feel your body being roughly pressed to him. Cold hands clutching on your tummy pushing you back on him with all his force. It isn’t gentle at all.Your breath hitches and a small whimper escapes your mouth. He lowers his head and traces your collarbones with his lips applying some pressure on the way. He stops and then he unexpectedly bites you, just like he did with your thighs. It dawns on you that you’re completely trapped between his rock hard thighs. Rock hard thighs that squeeze on you harder and harder to hold you still, exactly how Jungkookie wants. He rocks his hips into your back. Hands forcing you to arch in his direction. He continues to repeat the pleasurable movement. After a couple of thrusts, you stop counting because you’re more focused on Jungkook’s heavy breathing. He got hard. You can feel his erection even through the thick fabric of his ripped jeans. He pushes one last time and you do your best to hit him hard right where he needs it.
J: Fuck, yes…
J: You gotta stop baby girl, I can’t cum so early.
His head propped on your shoulder, arms embracing you so tightly that it is hard to breathe. His smell is intoxicating and you let yourself drown in it, fully relaxing into his arms.
Y: Who says you can’t, Kookie? It felt so nice when you came for me last time. I want you to come again… and again.
J: Tonight I need you to cum for me, mmkay? I want to make you feel good too. I’ve been thinking about this all the time, noona…
He is purring these words into your ear. Shivers run down your spine. He starts licking at your neck. Very slowly. He sucks on the skin and then he carefully bites down on it eliciting a moan from you.
J: You didn’t give me a chance to pay you back. You can’t avoid me like that. Do you have any idea how it made me feel? I was going crazy… Fuck…
He broke the embrace and knelt down spinning you around to face him. He pushed you back on the bed and crawled on you. His hips immediately grinding against your pussy. You wrapped your legs around him encouraging him to go on.
Finally, he is kissing you. So sensually. The passion and desire are radiating from him. Kisses turn sloppy and desperate. You’re pulling on his hair, nails digging into the skin. You need more of that pretty boy. You want him begging just like the last time he did. Hands slowly trailing down his body, reaching for the oversized white t-shirt. You’re struggling to take it off when he breaks the kiss in order to help you get rid of the unneeded piece of clothing. He kneels between your thighs, discarding the t-shirt somewhere on the ground. His bare chest and perfectly chiselled tummy for your private view only. You swallow hard. You can see that his nipples are erected. Your eyes trace the perfect shape of his pelvis area and then you notice the hard bulge in his jeans.
Y: Damn, boy. You’re not gonna do much with such a big problem in your pants.
J: Nah… it’s alright-hah…
You didn’t give him much of a chance to respond, palming his erected member through the material of his trousers.
J: Sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing now? Agh…
Y: I’m making you feel good, Jungkookie. I’ll make you feel even better.
J: No, please. Oh, noona wait. I wanted- ahh- I wanted to please you first…
Y: So stop holding in your moans and let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.
You’re swiftly unbuttoning the trousers never losing eye contact with him. Not wasting any more time you decide to yank off his boxers and jeans in one strong tug. Soon enough his rock-hard cock springs out of its confinement. It’s dripping with precum. You can see that a vein popped out on its surface. Marvellous display.
Y: Kookie, baby, can you just lay down on your back, please?
J: But, noona…
You’re pushing him down on the bed and it’s easier that you’ve thought it would be. He doesn’t protest that much… His beautiful and shiny hair bounces slightly when he hits his head on the soft mattress. Feet resting on the ground. You come off the bed and sit on the floor, just between his thighs. Next thing you do is to take off the jeans that are pushed down to his knees. Yes, much better now. First, you gently massage his thighs and pelvis area in a circular movement slowly applying more pressure. He propels himself on his elbows curious of your actions. Big chocolate eyes stealing glances of your face, your hands, your boobs… Mouth slightly opened. His lips are dry and a bit swollen. He’s been continuously biting on them due to the excitement. Finally, you grab his cock in your hand lazily stroking him to properly coat his member. His hips push back into your hand. You know you’re being too delicate and this is not what he needs now.
Y: Do you want me to go harder, Kookie? Tell me.
Your thumb brushes over the sensitive tip. He moans so loud you that you can feel your clit throbbing in response.
Y: Hmm? What is it, baby?
J: Noona, I need you… I need you to take him harder.
Y: Mhmm… How about I suck you off then?
The expression on his face is just priceless. You don’t know if he’s more shocked, terrified or aroused but it looks just amazing. You’re leaning down, licking your lips and then you blow some air on his dick enjoying the way his body shivers underneath you.
Y: It’s going to be ok. I promise.
You coo trying to calm him down a little. You know it’s his first blowjob and you just want him to relax and simply enjoy.
J: But, noona, it’s… You don’t have to do this. He’s all wet and it’s…
Is your pretty baby boy freaking out? How cute… He’s too adorable to handle. You know he wants it more than anything but he’s also afraid that it won’t be too pleasant for you. Little does he know… Without any more talking, you put your mouth around his erected cock. His hands immediately grabbing on your hair the moment he feels the immense pleasure caused by your sucking. You go hard, no more teasing for tonight. He’s been such a good boy he deserves to be rewarded. You’re sucking repeatedly, working your hand around his shaft. It’s difficult to take him all in at once. Nevertheless, you decide to try. You’re pushing him all in down your throat, without gagging. You stop for a moment not only in order to adjust but also because Jungkook stilled your head with his desperate grip. He’s panting heavily.
J: Noona, stop, I can’t take it…
That makes you even more determined to go on. Despite his strong grip, you continue to bob your head in a rhythmic motion trying to observe his reactions so as to make that boy lose his mind for you. You have to pull out for a moment to catch a breath of air. Some tears forming in your eyes because of your eagernesses to swallow him all at one go. You quickly glance at him to check if he’s alright and an evil chuckle escapes your lips. So lewd. So whipped up for you that he can barely breathe.
Y: Be a good boy and don’t interrupt me, Kookie.
You gently smile at him before placing your mouth back to where they should be. Where both of you want them to be. Although judging from his squirms deep throating was undeniably a success, you realise that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off till he comes. He’s just too big. To stimulate him more you take him in as far as you can helping yourself with your palm. You’re sucking and stroking him at the same time remembering to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. He’s wriggling. His body spasms and convulses because of you. Because of the dirty things you’ve been doing to this boy all this time. His cock is twitching in your mouth. You want to laugh when you notice that he begs you to stop while holding you tight in place.
J: Baby, I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in anymore, please…
It’s a clear contradiction. He urges you to stop but keeps on thrusting into your mouth.
It’s getting more and more frantic. He’s half sitting and half laying down not knowing what to do with himself anymore. Blood quickly rushing through his veins. He doesn’t have any control over his hips and lower area, he just keeps on pushing in and out of your pretty face moaning lewdly much to your heart’s content. You adore every little moan and whimper. You adore it so much that your pussy clenches every now and then making you squeeze your thighs in a futile effort to ease your arousal. You groan, dissatisfied. The vibrations in your throat pushing him over the edge and he rides out his orgasm thrusting erratically while desperately holding to you. He cums crying out your name and repeating countless apologies for forcing you to swallow his semen. You suck him dry, licking your lips and savouring the taste of his cum. You didn’t manage to swallow it all and as a result, some of it was dripping down your fingers. You lick it all eagerly while staring into Jungkook’s eyes. He sits there with his mouth open trying to calm down his irregular breathing. Eyes going wide in shock while he absent-mindedly watches how you lick his semen off your own fingers. He gulps.
Y: Kookie you’re so sweet I could suck you all the time.
He’s sweaty and still a bit dizzy from his high. Body covered in little goosebumps. He vehemently shakes his head blushing furiously at your words.
J: Noona, why did you swallow? I told you to stop… I told you so many times…
You can’t help but laugh a little at this silly question. You’re gently rubbing his thigh with your palm. It’s just that you can’t overcome the urge to continue touching him. He’s irresistible.
Y: True, you did tell me to stop but at the same time, you almost choked me with your huge dick, Kookie. It didn’t exactly feel as if you wanted me to stop, you know...
Words coming out of your mouth in a soft whisper. You are inches away from his face. He’s totally lost and mesmerised by your words and actions.
J: I’m sorr…
Y: Nah… Don’t think I didn’t enjoy myself, you silly.
Having said that, you reach for his shaky hand and place it over your pussy. The shorts you’re wearing are totally soaked with your juices. He inhales sharply and you just bite your lip to hold in a moan. His fingers shyly begin to explore your wetted core in a careful and insecure manner. He gently strokes the tip of your clit raising his eyes to observe your reaction. Your eyes shut tightly and the moment you feel him tickling it with two of his slender fingers your head falls back. You’re whimpering when he places the inner side of his palm all over your heated cunt. He is massaging it rubbing it up and down. Repeating the movement to the point when you shamelessly push yourself on his hand to get more friction. He loves the way you respond to his heavy petting and it makes him even more motivated to hear more of that uncontrollable moans.
J: Baby, don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one naked here?
He experimentally pushes his finger inside your pussy through the fabric of your shorts and you gasp, not being able to respond.
J: I’m pretty sure you won’t need these, right?
He pulls on the band of your shorts and takes them off you taking in the view of your body. For a moment he sits there doing nothing apart from staring at you while fumbling the shorts in his hands. Your cheeks get flushed because he’s basically ogling you with no shame whatsoever. So indecent. You begin to doubt yourself and your body. Is something wrong? Your hands timidly covering the bare skin that embarrasses you so much. He stops you midway.
J: No-no-no. You’re not hiding any of these from me. You’re going to show me so much more, Jagiya.
His grip on your wrists is so strong that it stings a little but it doesn’t last long because he’s now reaching for the pink strapless top. You’re getting more nervous. He hasn’t seen you naked before. The painful realisation makes you even more self-conscious. He leans in, effortlessly pulling off the top. Your boobs out in the open making you shiver because of the chilly air. Once again, you attempt to cover yourself but Jungkook grabs your hips and makes you sit down on his thigh which is now just between your legs dangerously close to your aroused pussy. He takes your arms and locks them behind your back. You can’t wriggle out of his grasp. Besides, any movement makes you rub your ass and cunt on that rock hard thigh. Oh dear… It feels too good… You’ve been wanting him so badly for so long it’s too difficult to restrain yourself from grinding on him till you cum all over that muscular thigh. You move your hips rubbing your clit on his hard muscles groaning much too audibly but you’re far too gone to care. You’re so busy with pleasuring yourself that you’re totally oblivious to Jungkook’s watchful eyes. He’s been admiring your boobs and the way they bounce each and every time you grind on his thigh.
J: Noona, can I touch them, please? Oh fuck, I want to feel them in my hands so badly. They’re so big… So perfect…
He praises you never taking his eyes off them. It seems he won’t play with your breasts unless he is allowed to do so. He is totally entranced by your beauty and he makes sure to voice his admiration as you continue to go up and down his leg.
J: You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all the time. Please don’t be shy, baby. Let me touch them…
You simply nod being too worked out to answer properly. He doesn’t waste any more time and immediately lets go of your hands placing his palms on your tits. The moment he frees your from his tight hold you rest your hands on his back clinging to him like a little girl. He fondles your boobs and swirls his thumb over your erected nipple. Your vision goes blurry and your body slowly begins to spasm as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.
Y: Kookie, I’m so close…
J: Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you cumming for me.
He bowed his head to kiss your breasts. At first, he languidly licked over their surface but then he started sucking on your nipple, playing with it using his tongue. Suddenly you feel so weak. Everything is spinning around you. You cry out climaxing on his thigh.
Y: Ahhh… Kookie, I’m there, baby…
He is kissing you passionately trying to suppress your moans You can feel his hands roughly gripping your ass and pushing you on his thigh in order to help you ride out your orgasm. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so good thanks to a man. He makes you feel loved… When it’s all over you go limp into his arms breathing laboriously because of the intensity of your climax. He wraps his arms around you and carefully places you on the bed, laying on top of you. He tenderly strokes the hair back from your face looking deeply into your half-lidded eyes.
J: I’ve never seen a prettier thing in my life.
Y: Duh… You’re too young to judge, brat.
He laughs out heartily at your poor comeback. He puts your foreheads together and brushes his nose over yours affectionately. It makes you laugh a little too.
J: How long are you gonna pretend you don’t like me, boss?
Y: I’m too tired to answer such stupid questions.
J: Oh, right. I wonder what made you so tired, or rather should I say who? What do you think?
Y: You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Maybe you should work on your manners first.
Again he chuckles at your silly retort and then he places a soft kiss on your swollen lips.
J: I’m sorry, boss. I’ll do my best. I promise next time you won’t be able to bad-mouth me when I’m done with you.
Y: Oh, please.
J: I’m telling you, baby. I’ll do anything for you.
Suddenly he gets serious. His face expression isn’t playful anymore and it startles you a bit. He traces your ear with his lips and whispers fondly.
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3 months. You had been in a lovely relationship with your boyfriend for about 3 months, and everything seemed kinda perfect. Maybe to perfect to be true. Your boyfriend Mark had always treated you nicely, however the past weeks he had been cold and distant with you.
Despite all the things you had tried he seemed to be lost in his own world. He kept canceling dates and ignoring your calls, you could tell he was growing more distant with each passing day, however you had one last idea that might bring your boyfriend’s attention back to you.
You were supposed to meet your best friend Peter at his place. You wanted to talk about it with him. He would help you out right? After all, he was a man, he had to know what was going on with Mark.
Peter and you had been best friends since you could remember. His apartment was just above yours, and since you both attended the same school it wasn’t long after you called each other best friend.
People always used to insist that you and Peter were the perfect couple, and for a little while during your freshman year you actually believed it, however he never tried to make a move on you.
You remembered all that time you wished he would see you as something more than a friend with some nostalgia. When everybody started mentioning what a good couple you would both make, Peter had immediately shut those people down. After a while you just realised that maybe you were better being just friends. A little part of you would always wonder what being Peter’s girlfriend would feel like, but right now you had a lovely boyfriend, even if he hadn’t really been present lately.
You got into his apartment without even knocking, knowing Aunt May wasn’t even around, you loved her, but it was definitely better this way; you didn’t want to have this conversation with an audience.
You went straight to Peter’s room, sitting in his bed right across him. He gave you a quick glance and a smile before returning to his homework.
“Hey Y/n! Where have you been? I didn’t see you at school today”
"Yeah well, I skipped it, I needed time to think about something”.
This time the boy left his duties aside, giving you his complete attention.
“Is everything okay at home?”
God you loved this boy! He always cared for you and made sure you were okay.
“Yeah Yeah of course! But is something else- something with- you know, Mark” you finally said as you looked at the boy. You didn’t want to annoy him with your girl talk, but you didn’t knew who else to turn to.
“Do you want to talk about it?” The boy didn’t love the idea of you and Mark, however he didn’t opposed to it. If it made you happy he was happy as well.
“ It’s just that- he has been really distant with me lately, canceling dates and I’m pretty sure he is lying to me! Can you believe it? But anyways- I think I may have a solution, but-well I don’t know for sure”
“Well dummy, you can always tell me! I can tell you if it’s a bad idea”
A blush spread through your cheeks, making your whole face heat up . You could not believe you were about to tell this to your best friend and former crush.
“Well I’ve been thinking that- well- I think- I think I might do it with him”
You couldn’t even look Peter in the eye after what you had just said. Why did you think it was a good idea?
“You know-the thing!”
She felt the embarrassment filling her up once again. If she couldn’t even say the word sex how was she planning on actually doing it?
“I will have sex with Mark”
For a couple of second everything was completely quiet as you waited for his reaction.
Finally Peter got out of his trance and his eyes grew considerably while a scarlet color adorned his whole face. He could not believe what you just had told him.
“What?! Are you crazy?! Why would you even do that?!”
The boy seemed confused and hurt. He had said those words with a voice tone that would have made you believe Peter was jealous, however you knew better than that. Peter was probably just trying to protect you.
“Peter is not a big deal! Were both 18!”
“So? Being 18 doesn’t mean you have to go and get rid of your v card immediately!”
“Peter I honestly don’t know why are you so upset! I didn’t threw a big fuss over how you lost it to Liz Allen last year!”
Both teenagers had started yelling at this point. They couldn’t believe the other was being so stubborn about the topic.
“But I did it because I wanted to! Not just to get the attention of a douche boy back!”
“What exactly are you trying to tell me Peter?”
“You shouldn’t feel the need to have sex with Mark in order to win him back! If he loved you he wouldn’t lie or ignore you!”
“Of course he loves me! We just need this to make our relationship stronger”
He doesn’t love you! He doesn’t love you half as much as I do, the boy thought to himself. “ When you give him what he wants he will dump you Y/n!”
“How dare you? Mark would never!”
You started pacing around the room before looking once again at Peter.
“You know what- forget it, I don’t know why I came here, I guess I was counting on my best friend, but now I know you don’t care”
Just as you were heading towards the door Peter grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving and pulled you close to his chest hugging you. This was a situation you had found yourself many times in, immediately hiding you face in the crock of his neck. He hold you as he started whispering.
“Of course I care dummy! And because I care I’m trying to warn you, I don’t want you to get hurt, or do something you don’t feel prepared for”
This had left you speechless. You had asked yourself this question many times. Were you ready? For many people sex was just an ordinary activity, however you didn’t want to waste what you felt was your one chance to have the perfect first time. Will Mark be gentle on you? Or would he just want to do it fast and rough? You didn’t knew if you were prepared for that yet.
You hadn’t even noticed but at some point you had started to cry, damping Peter’s t-shirt and hugged him stronger. Peter was rubbing his hand in your back, holding you, when he put his hand on your face, holding your chin so he could see you in the eye.
“I don’t ever wanna see you crying for some boy okay?”
With his other hand he cleaned away the tears from your cheeks. As he did so you realised how close you two were. From this position you could count the lashes in Peter’s eyes, those brown eyes you had found yourself getting lost in, those same eyes which were now staring at you. Peter seemed to realise the distance between you two as well as he looked at your lips and once again at your eyes. You could feel you two getting even closer and a part of you wanted to stop while the other wanted to continue even further. Your lips were about to brush together, but you could tell Peter was still waiting for your approval.
You couldn’t do this! The rational part of you pulled away right before you could kiss the boy. Oh God! We’re you actually going to kiss Peter Parker? As you glanced at the boy you could see the confusion in his eyes.
“What happened? Did I do something wrong?”
“Peter- I just- I don’t- Peter you know I have a boyfriend! God, I came to talk to you about him!”
“He doesn’t deserve you Y/n! He never will!”
“Let me make those choices”
With this final decision you stormed out the room, more than ready to make yours and Mark’s relationship work.
Peter was left alone, watching as you leaved his room and probably his life as well. Not only was he losing you but now he knew what you planned on giving to Mark.
He felt devastated, angry at that stupid asshole who couldn’t appreciate what he had right in front of his eyes, but mostly heartbroken, because even with all of that you had chosen him over Peter. He felt his eyes itching, with tears beginning to form in his eyes. He felt his blood boiling under his skin and started gripping his hands into fists, refusing to let the tears roll down.
Before he realised he was punching his bed and pillows, trying to get all his frustration out. He needed some spidey action to get you and everything out of his minds. The boy quickly changed into his suit and leaved the apartment, anxious to punch somebody in the face.
However the boy was in no luck. Today of all days seemed to be the quietest and calmest of the whole year. He hadn’t witnessed any robberies or attacks and all his energy was starting to build up inside him.
He decided to swing from budding to building trying to get some of the energy out, and without even realizing he suddenly found himself right outside Mark’s house. He hadn’t even noticed he had made his way there, but now that he was he couldn’t bring himself to go back to his own place.
He couldn’t go face Mark like he wanted to, after all he was still wearing the suit, but just as he was preparing to go back, he saw from the coroner of his eye as Mark entered the building with a girl in his arms. Peter realised he was too late. You were already in Mark’s home and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He knew it was none of his business, but still he climbed the wall up to the window in Mark’s room. Even from the outside he could listen to the couple’s voices as they laughed together.
Peter was just a coward. He had been so afraid of ruining your friendship with his feelings for you that he had settled with just being friends. But he wanted so much more. He wanted to take your hand and kiss you. He wanted to hold you close all day and all night. He wanted to call you mine and do all the things you were probably about to let Mark do to you.
The boy had been so lost in his own thoughts he had barely noticed that the silence that surrounded him was now filled with other sounds he rather not hear.
Even from the outside he could hear the gasps and moans that filled the room.He could not bear to listen anymore as you asked Mark to touch you more and go further.
Just as he was giving up on spying he heard a name that was clearly not yours.
“Stacy, you treat me so good”
Unless Peter was going crazy that was definitely not your name. More moaning from Mark was heard, and even though he wanted to leave so desperately he also needed to know what was happening.
“Y/n would never be this good”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Mark had a girl up in his room doing things that were definitely not friendly. That jerk was cheating on you! Peter had to tell you as soon as possible! He could not let that idiot hurt you that way!
Whether you loved Peter or not he still had to warn you. He decided going to his place to change clothes and finding you was the best option. The boy swung from the buildings as quickly as he could, arriving to his place at a record time.
He got changed into some jeans and t-shirt, taking his keys and making his way to the apartment’s door. He got to hurry if he wanted to reach you in time to stop you. He opened the door ready to leave, however the boy was surprised when you were already in the entry, about to knock on the door.
Both teenagers stared at each other with surprise in their faces. Peter did not expect you to be here, he thought you were probably on your way to Mark’s. The boy took a long look at Y/n, you looked apparently the same, however he could see how puffy and red your eyes were.
You realised Peter had noticed how you’ve been crying before. You probably looked like hell. You lowered your gaze trying to hide your face a little and straighten your hair.
“What are y-”
“You were right”
Peter had tried to talk but you interrupted him.
“Mark he- he was- he was with-”
You tried to explain. Explain how you had gone to Mark’s hoping to surprise him only to find him snogging some other girls face. he didn’t even look remotely sorry. You wanted to tell Peter how you had broken up and how sorry you were about you attitude to him.
But all those words were caught up in your throat. Your voice was trembling and you couldn’t form any sentences. You were to afraid that Peter will kick you out and never forgive you. As you looked into those brown eyes you found yourself unable to talk at all, and your eyes picking and filling with tears as you realised Peter had only tried to protect you.
Words were not needed between the both of you. Peter stepped closer to you, holding you near his chest and letting you cry, the same way he had done those hours ago. He didn’t need to tell you anything and neither did you.
Once again you found yourself between those arms. Everything felt so in place, so perfect. Not even once you had felt that way between Mark’s arms. He guided you towards his couch, still holding you close.
“I’m so sorry Peter I- thank you, you know for everything”
“ Shhhh- don’t worry about it, I’ll always be here for you”
You pulled apart once again. You knew he wouldn’t approach you anymore, as he was just rejected a couple hours ago, but still something pulled you towards him, grabbing his face between your hands. You stroke his cheek as your thumb move to his mouth. Peter’s eyes grew at the sight of you watching his own lips.
“If this is you trying to apologize you don’t have-”
You cut Peter off by finally brushing your lips to his joining in a small kiss. You pulled apart only to move closer to him in his couch, kissing him once again.
“This is me apologizing, for not telling you, how I’ve really feel about you for all this years”.
Peter finally gave in grabbing your waist and pushing your body towards the armrest, with him above you.His hand stopped cupping your face and moved towards you legs, pushing them slightly open to place himself between them.
You felt yourself breathing a little heavier. You wanted to pull apart to catch your breath, however you needed to be close to Peter more. You continued kissing him and biting into his lips, trying to deepen more the kiss. Peter couldn’t stop the moaning that came out from his mouth as you moved your hand under his shirt, stroking his stomach with your cold hands. He could feel your smirk under your kissing, so he pulled apart. Instead he chose to bite and suck on your neck, leaving small love bites.
“You know how mad it made me? Knowing he would be touching and doing all the things I want to do to you?”
His words distracted your hands from their touching, while Peter hold the above your head.
“I don’t want him to touch you, or kiss you- Hell, I don’t even want him to look at you”
You could not stop the little whimpers from coming out. Listening to Peter talk to you that way made you feel all warm inside.
He continued to kiss on your collarbone, sliding his hand towards your waist once again. This time you placed your hands on his back, pulling him closer. He brought his face close to you, this time looking straight into your eyes.
“I love you more than anything”
“I love you too, Peter”
And you really meant it. After all this years your feeling for him had only grew stronger. Now you knew that all those kisses with Mark didn’t really meant anything, because he wasn’t Peter.
“You’ll never have to do that with me. I’ll always wait for you darling”
With this final words Peter brought your head to his chest and reclined both of you on the couch, cuddling you. He gave you a forehead kiss and while you stared in his big brown eyes you realised that was the place you felt the safest at. Beside the boy you had and will always love, Peter.
Stiles’s used to yogurt handprints on his shirts from where he picked her up, and he’s used to snot on his shoulders and neck from where she cried after a bad dream. He’s used to her legendary tantrums when she doesn’t get her way, her eyes glowing ferocious gold. He’s used to being the village it takes to raise her, and the pack she longs for.
Except, he needs the pack’s help, and Derek’s protection when a particularly power-hungry pack wants his cub. And he isn’t used to sharing.
Derek hears Stiles before he sees him. There’s anxious, wheezy breathing coming from the next aisle over in the grocery store, accompanied by a racing heart and the smell of unwashed sneakers and hair gel. He turns the corner and Stiles is standing frozen in the dairy aisle, knuckles clenched around the metal of his shopping basket.
RATING: Teen and Up
WARNINGS: panic attacks, anxiety, depression, post 3b, pre-sterek relationship
The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.
“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”
RATING: Teen And Up
WARNINGS: so much angst, stiles nearly burns to death
He’s never noticed it before; it’s always just been second nature to him these days, does it out of habit, but it’s not until he stops to actually think about it that it becomes abundantly and embarrassingly clear to him that he is in love with Stiles and that they are practically dating without the actual dating part…
The hair, the buttons and the general happy and slightly tired disposition with which Derek came back from his secret exploits were as obvious as a glaring neon sign flashing the words JUST GOT LAID.
A sign that Stiles ignored because he had a seven year plan god damn it.
(OR: in which Stiles assumes things, gets accosted by the sister he never/always wanted, discovers he was horribly wrong, almost dies via Derek Hale with kids, can’t handle all that collarbone action, uses tickling as the ultimate mode of revenge, and gets a boyfriend. In that order.)
WARNINGS: misunderstandings, because stiles is dumb, lots of pining
“Thing is, Stiles,” Derek says, his voice hard and unfaltering. “I didn’t sign up for you. You just hung around until we got used to you being here.”
That stings. He hadn’t realised how Derek feels about him. They’ve been getting on quite well, teaming up on little missions and bantering back and forth without malice. Stiles sometimes lets Derek crash in his room after a big fight, trying not to let on how intriguing he finds the werewolf.
“Well now we can get used to you not being here. You’re a liability, Stilinski. You can’t protect yourself and we always end up having to help you when we’ve got more important things to do. You’re out of the pack.”
The one where Derek is a terrible Alpha and Stiles ends up walking into a big pile of shit.
WARNINGS: stiles gets kicked out of the pack, derek is stupid, like, so stupid, stiles gets hurt, theres so much angst in this like wtf, stiles is sad, the pack sucks
Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.
The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.
Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.
COMPLETE: it says no but they havent updated in like over 2 years so im guessing its done
WARNINGS: everyone is stoned all the time, also in work 2 stiles is hurt because he thinks derek is getting it on with parrish, they’re dumb, age difference, derek has a beardddd
Derek hadn’t even realized that the words had left his mouth until the whole room went silent, including Stiles, who until about five seconds earlier was busy yelling at him for putting himself in danger yet again.
Derek Hale is a mechanic in the sleepy town of Beacon Hills, where he has lived all of his life. He spends his day in a simple routine: wake up, fix cars, go home, sleep. It’s what he’s good at, and it keeps things simple and uncomplicated. Derek doesn’t let people in and remains emotionally distant from everyone except his sister, Laura, and her daughter. This all changes when Boyd tows in an old blue Jeep that needs a lot of work and Derek meets the owner of said Jeep.
Because once Derek meets Stiles and his kids, he can’t stop himself from caring. And he doesn’t want to stop.
WARNINGS: angst, pining, emotional hurt, stiles has a lot of baggage.
Derek knew the moment he opened the front door of his clean and pristine apartment to Stiles Stilinski holding a small boy, a cluster of bags, and a suitcase, he was screwed. In every way possible. Undone by the big brown eyes of a small child and his annoying, witty, and attractive father.
“So, I’m Stiles.” he smiled warmly once he had put his unannounced patient down on the exam table. “I will poke and prod you a little bit to check for internal injuries, those that I can’t see because they’re inside you, and some of it might hurt but it will pass, I promise. I will tell you everything I’m about to do and why I’m doing it so just stay calm and this will go like a breeze, okay?”
Now, Stiles wasn’t stupid in any way, shape or form, he knew a were when he saw one… although he had obviously never seen a werecat before, and definitely not one as young as this one.
When Stiles left Beacon Hills, he never thought he would be coming back. Eight years later, he is coming home for Christmas, with a small passenger in tow. Old feelings, never forgotten, are rekindled.
“Daddy says that when I’m in trouble I should get the police because they always help us. You’re going to help me, right?” Stiles smiles at her, happy that today he decided to stop by the grocery store to buy milk after his shift instead of going straight home. At least now he’s able to help the little girl, who knows what would have happened to her if he weren’t around.
“Of course I will.” He smiles again. “What’s your name?”
“Rebecca Hale.” She answers proudly. “My daddy is Derek Hale.”
Stiles is at the Hale house, lounging on the front stoop watching Isaac, Erica, and Boyd wrestle, when the baby comes running out of the woods. Derek becomes instant father to a magically appearing baby and falls in love. Stiles can’t take the cute and worries Derek’s heart will break if he loses the kid.
or, a dragon gives derek a baby, stiles is oblivious, steve just loves his bright pink rocking unicorn and his da and ma
All they’ve given him is the guy’s head shot. And it’s terrible because now he is ridding the world of one more ridiculously attractive, instant pants dropping- take me now, if you please- regulation hottie.
Even if he has a scowl to rival Kirsten Stewart.
Or the one when Stiles and Derek work for rival assassin companies and are sent to kill each other. It definitely doesn’t go as planned.
WARNINGS: so much violence, they literally try to kill eachother, enemies to lovers pretty much
“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”
“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”
“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”
Top ten things that surprised Yuuri or Viktor about each other after they moved in together (one of which is probably Viktor finding out Yuuri can play the piano and sing like an angel?)
I don’t _think_ I’ve seen this as a top 10 ask (forgive me if I missed it): Top 10 little things Yuuri/Viktor only found out about each other once they were living together. Like, stupid little things that can be annoying/endearing, but you just never think to mention. (Viktor can’t handle the toilet paper roll facing the wrong way, Yuuri requires there be a pen in EVERY ROOM just in case - that kind of thing).
Top Ten Little Things They Learned About Each Other After Living Together:
10) Yuuri sings in the shower and dances when he thinks he’s alone. Sometimes Viktor will hear his voice drifting from the bathroom singing a mix of popular songs and the classics and sometimes he’ll walk in on Yuuri dancing around the kitchen and lip syncing along to the radio
9) Viktor keeps all the books on his bookshelf in order of his favourites and really hates it when they’re moved. Yuuri only discovered this when he pulled out a bunch to read and put them all back in the wrong place because he had no idea what Viktor’s sorting system was
8) Yuuri can fall asleep anywhere. Literally anywhere. On a plane, in a car, on Viktor’s shoulder, if he’s tired, he can sleep. Viktor has walked in on him asleep on the sofa, at the table and occasionally on the floor more times than he can count
7) Viktor speaks Russian without realising it when he’s tired. After living for years in Detroit Yuuri is well used to speaking English but Viktor only ever used it for short periods of time at competitions and interviews and it doesn’t come as naturally to him. Sometimes if he’s had an especially long day he’ll slip into Russian automatically and only realise he’s done it when Yuuri has to ask him to slow down to try and work out what Viktor is saying since his Russian is still pretty basic (he becomes fluent over time though)
6) Yuuri never throws things away if he can help it. When Viktor would just buy something new if it breaks, Yuuri is used to working on a much tighter budget and was raised to never waste anything so he’ll fix things constantly even when he now has the money to just replace them
5) Both of them still write in their native languages. When they’re writing little notes to remind themselves of things or writing down information during a phone call or something similar they both still often do it in their native languages instead of English
4) Viktor colour co-ordinates his entire wardrobe whereas Yuuri thinks it’s a waste of time and just hangs up all of his clothes without caring what goes where. They keep separate sides of the wardrobe because of this
3) Viktor adores bad soap operas, the more cheesy and overdramatic the better. When they’re both exhausted after a long day training and too tired to do anything else he’ll often put one on in the background while crashed out on the sofa as Yuuri naps in his lap
2) Yuuri sometimes needs to not be touched. Viktor is a very physically affectionate person and while Yuuri loves being affectionate with him and loves being close to him, sometimes he goes through periods when he just needs a little space. This caused a bit of confusion initially when Viktor didn’t understand why Yuuri was shying away a little instead of constantly touching and hugging him like usual but after Yuuri explained he understood, even if he couldn’t relate to the feeing himself
1) Yuuri is a blanket thief and this can only be cured by cuddles when he has Viktor to hold on to instead of the blankets. Viktor is very happy to oblige
A/N: I kind of got carried away, this is totally what my father did when I was little and asked him a question! FLUUUUUUFF and stuff
You were sitting on the couch, Toms arm wrapped around you and you were watching a movie. He placed a kiss on your temple every now and then and you went up and down his thigh with your fingertips.
“If you keep doing that we’ll have to take this into the bedroom, darling.”, he said into your ear his voice muffled because of your hair.
You looked up woth a smirk to say something when you got interrupted.
“Livingroom honey!”, you yelled back and a couple seconds later your ten yesr old daughter was standing infront of you.
“I’ve got this homework. Could you help me out?”, she asked sitting down on the carpet and placing her exercise book on the coffeetable.
“Of course. What is it?”, Tom asked and looked over her shoulder.
“So there are questions I have to answer and some of them are about my parents. So how did you guys meet?”, she asked and took her pen ready to write her sentence.
“Well.”, Tom started and you closed your mouth leaving him to tell her.
“It was around the time where I started shooting spiderman…”
Friday - 6:55
Every morning started the same. Exact same time. You took your keys, shoulderd your bag and closed the door behind you, leaving your parents house. A black car drove down the street while you took off to the bus stop where you hopped on the bus 207. Your ride lasting 12 minutes, you were down town at 7:07. It took you about 15 minutes to walk to the café where you were working. So you walked into the Hots'n Buns at 7:22, making the bell above the door ring painfully loud.
Right about then Mrs.Walker walked by you like every morning. She had grey puffy hair, was about 4"11 and had round glasses on her nose.
“Morning me lady.”, you greeted her and tapped your imaginery hat and she smile back at you.
“Right about time.”, she joked and you chuckled.
“7:22. As always Mrs.Walker.”, you said walking past her into the kitchen.
You entered the kitchen at 7:25 and took your cooking apron off the hook and put it on.
“Hiya.”, Maddy greeted you while hanging her own apron back.
“What’s up? Something new?”, you asked and she shrugged.
“No newbies. Suit-Man two coffees. Perl-lady 5 buns. Mrs. Walker two Baguettes…”, she said and took a deep breath.
“And hoodie-boy two croissants and one large black coffee.”, you both said simultanously and grinned at each other.
“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.”, she said and I nodded.
“7:25 you know it!”, I yelled because she was already going out the door.
At exactly 7:30 you were standing at the counter ready to take in the orders. You were known by the staff and the customers for your punctuality. It was just a thing that you tried to keep up. For no exact reason but it was fun.
Exactly 8 hours later you hung your apron back and took your stuff to get out of the Café.
You didn’t know if you got jinxed or something because the next morning you woke up late. Only 10 minutes but very important 10 minutes. Meaning: You’d be late. You didn’t get to have breakfast, you missed your bus and had to take 305 to get to town. It was already 7:17 when you got down town and it was 7:32 when the bell above the door rang. Was it more annoying this morning or was it just your nerves? You did not get to meet Mrs.Walker with her two baguettes and her genuine smile. Which was bad enough. So it was 7:35 when you entered the kitchen where Maddy was waiting with her hands on her hips. You shot her a glare and she threw her hands in the air.
“Don’t say nothin’”, you said obviously pissed off and she shook her head.
“You held it up for three years. That’s somthing.”, she said and you shot her another glare.
“I’m not sayin’ nothin’.”, she defended herself and added,“It’s only 10 minutes. Everybody comes 10 minutes late.”
“Not me.”, you growled and pushed the door open to the counter. You wrote Jessica that she could come 10 minutes later because you would stay in ten minutes longer. No one expected that from you but it was your punishment for yourself. Not that you needed it.
Because everything went wrong that day. Only because of 10 damn minutes.
Three people complained about their coffee which you couldn’t understand. And then while making coffee for them again the coffee machine went off on you. It just did nothing. So no coffee for already annoyed customers. One woman didn’t pay enough. You saw it, she ran away, you had to pay the rest because you wanted to keep the job. Otherwise your manager would flip his shit.
And last but not least: A tiny human being, also called child, decided to drop his cup right before you walked by their table and you slipped on his drink, landing directly in the puddle of ice-tea.
It was after 15:30. Normally you would be gone just now but not today. The lunch rush was over and it was quiet in the Café so you took your chance to repair the coffee machine. You didn’t know how long you worked on it but as soon as you made it work the bell rang. Your back was faced to the room so you didn’t know who came in.
“Yes!”, you said triumphantly to yourself and threw your fist into the air.
“Hello there. Same as always, please.”, you heared someone say to you with an english accent and you turned around to look at him.
“Huh.”, you said and put your hands on your hips. There he was. A young man, probably as old as you, in a black hoodie. He had the kindest brown eyes you’ve had ever seen and it made you smile.
“I-I’m sorry, what?”, you asked after he raised a brow and smiled back.
“Oh sorry. I thought you were Jessica!”, he said and shook his head apologetically. Why on earth did he know Jessica? No offense.
“What?”, you asked again and facepalmed yourself in your mind for sounding so dumb.
“Sorry, you must be new here. I’ve never seen you here before. I’ll have a Latté and a Brownie please.”, he ordered again and smiled but you didn’t think of moving and raised a brow at him.
“No I’m quite old. You probably come in here for the first time.”, you suggested and put the Brownie into a paperbag.
“Actually I’ve been coming here for the last year everyday.”, he said with a grin.
“Name?”, you asked with a small grin on your lips as you took a cup and a pen to write his name.
“Well Tom. I’ve been working here for three years and I’ve never seen you around.”, you said while writing his name.
“What a shame.”, he teased you and you looked up immediatly to see him smirk.
“Which means you always came in too late. After I ended my shift.”, you said and put the cup into the coffee machine.
“Naaah. I’ve been coming in everyday exactly at 15:36. Punctuality thing of mine.”, he said and you looked at him over your shoulder.
It hit you right then that you always missed this cutie for a year because you always left at exactly 15:30. Everyday.
“Well it’s your lucky day then. Cause I came in late today and thus I had to work longer.”, you explained and took the coffee off the machine.
“You’re welcome.”, I smiled at him putting the coffee down on the counter.
“Thank you.”, he chuckled and took the coffee into his other hand. He looked at you for a longer time and then shook his head lightly still smiling.
“Alright. I gotta go.”, he said and you nodded.
“Off you go.”, you said and smiled back.
“See ya.”, he said and turned his back on you and walked towards the door.
“If you come in earlier, maybe.”, you called after him and you were sure that you heared him laugh.
You checked the time when he went out the door. 15:40. That was your call. You went into the kitchen and changed shifts with Jessica who came in earlier.
“Did you see Tom? What a babe am I right? I’ve been trying to get his number for a year now. Do you think he noticed?”, she asked you while you were hanging your apron back on the hook.
“We’ve had a chat. But not about you, sorry.”, you said and shrugged.
While you walked out of the kitchen with your normal clothes on, Jessica walked to the counter. Right about then you bumped into a chest because you were checking your phone.
“Sorry.”, you both apologized at the same time. Realising the voice your head shot up and you looked into those beutiful brown eyes.
“Hey.”, he smiled.
“What are you doing here? Problem with the coffee? People been complaining all day. Thought I fixed the darn thing.”, you said and looked at his cup of coffee.
“No! No. I just…forgot the sugar. And, you know…”, he said and I shook my head.
“I actually don’t know. Are we out of sugar? Are you gonna complain about that? Look man,my shift is over. You can give your compl…”, you started but he cut you off.
“No! No complaint. Jesus. What happened today?”, he laughed and you huffed in relieve.
“A lot.”, you chuckled.
“So I actually came back cause…I felt dumb. For not asking for your name.”, he said insecurely and you laughed out loud. He looked taken aback for a sec and you gathered yourself together immediatly.
“You came back for that?”
“Yeah?”, he said now unsure.
“Why don’t you call the number I wrote on the cup, Sugar.”, you said and pointed at his cup.
“Wha-…ohmygod.”, he blurted out and sighed.
His cheeks blushed and I chuckled.
You looked down and saw just then his weird looking red boots.
“Hey! What’s up with those?”, you asked and pointed at his feet. His head shot up immediatly and he looked horrofied.
“I gotta go! Sorry, I’ll call to ask for your name!”, he called while running out of the café.
“Y/N!”, you yelled after him, not reslly sure if he heared it or not.
“So…you guys met in a café?”, your daughter said after Tom finished his detailled story and his mouth dropped which made you laugh.
“Yes sweetie.”, you answered for him and watched how she wrote down ‘They met in s café’.
“Isn’t that a little minimalist of you to…”, Tom started with an offended look on his face but you cut him off.
“You’re doing great Rose. Anything else?”, you chuckled but she shook her head, so her brown locks bounced up and down.
“Go finish your homework then. We’ll go out for dinner later.”, you told her and she got excited.
“Can we get McDonalds?!”, she exclaimed and raised her hands.
“It’s Daddys turn to decide.”, you said and looked over to Tom who was still shocked.
“And…he will tell you after you finish your homework.”, you added after seeing that he wouldn’t answer.
She took off with her book and you shook your head still laughing.
“We met in café…We met in a CAFÉ?”, he sighed after she was gone and you let yourself fall onto your back and held your belly laughing.
“That’s what she got? I’m gonna have to have a talk with her.”, he said and you playfully hit his shoulder.
“Shut up!”, you said and he looked at you.
“What are you laughing at?”, he said with raised brows.
“She asked you how we met. Not our whole dating life.”, you teased him and sat back up.
“I didn’t tell her about what we did at our second date.”, he teased you back and you raised a brow.
“I can’t quite recall that?”
“I’ll show you, Sugar.”, he said and leaned in to kiss you. You placed your hands on his neck and pulled him closer. He put his hands on your waist and let his fingers gently slide under your shirt.
“I’m done! Ew gross!” The voice of your daughter made you jump apart. You looked at eachother in disbelief and Tom broke the silence.
“Daddy wanted to show you what Mommy and…”, he started but you muffled his voice by pressing your hand on his mouth.
“Tom!”, you said in disbelief and looked up at your daughter.
“Go get your coat Rose. We’ll be there in a sec.”, you told her and she took off again.
“You’re unbelievable.”, you said and took your hand off his mouth.
Request: The twins magically handcuff the reader to Professor Snape.
Note: Sorry I didn’t do two days like you asked, but I got carried away with just one day. I very much enjoyed writing this, sorry it took so long and sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted. Thanks for your request, keep them coming!
What on earth was coming down the corridor?! No, it wasn’t ‘what’, it was who…then you realized.
Professor Snape was skipping down the hall with sparkeling pink robes billowing behind him. His black hair was bouncing up and down in tune with his skips.
You woke with a sudden jolt. What a weird dream. You had to tell your best friends. You got dressed quickly and went to your first class: advanced potion making.
“Hiya Y/N” the twins said in unison.
“Hey Fred. Hey George.” You sat between the two of them.
You and the boys had been friends since first year, you were one of the only ones who knew them apart.
“We’ve got this new spell that we are totally gonna try,” Fred started.
“And you’re the victim.” George finished with an evil smirk on his face.
“No. You. Will. Not.” You emphasised every word.
“But it’ll help with our plan,” Fred quickly whispered the plan in your ear.
Potions class went pretty normal, as a seventh year you were pretty good at potions. At the end of class, like every other day you went to give Professor Snape your notebook to be graded, but as you did so Fred as well as George came up behind you mumbled something and the next thing you knew there was a handcuff around your left wrist, the boys ran and Snape looked livid.
“Get back here!” Snape started to walk after them.
“Ouch!! Professor stop!” You yelled as his steps jerked your wrist and the rest of you body forward.
You were handcuffed to Professor Snape. The twins would pay for this, big time.
“Well don’t just stand there Professor, get it off! I have other classes to be at.” You said pulling your hand up as if to remind him the handcuffs were there.
He narrowed his eyes at you, “Do not talk to me in such a disrespectful way Ms. Y/L/N.” He said cooly and then looked down to examine the uncomfortable handcuffs.
You waited silently as the class started to laugh and whisper.
“Well?” You asked impatiently in an annoyed tone, “are you going to get them off or not?”
“Stop using that tone with me, I’m not the one who did this.” Snape said and sighed heavily. “These,” he raised his wrist so the handcuffs were in your face, “will be part of our lives for the next two days, there is nothing I, or anyone, can do.”
You stood there, shocked, and getting very mad.
“You’ve got to be joking.” You deadpaned.
“I am not one to joke. Now, I have to get supplies for my next class.” He said and started walking.
“Oh no you don’t! I have classes I can’t miss. You’re coming with me to my classes.” You said trying to keep up with him.
“I think not.” He said and kept walking.
You stopped, causing his arm to jerk back and he stopped.
“I will drag you along if I have to.” He said as he raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Well put them on hold. I’m not having detentions because you won’t go to my classes.” You said angrily turning toward the way of your next class.
He huffed and started walking toward Professor McGonall’s classroom. You smiled triumphantly.
“Of all students why did I have to get cuffed to you. You’re so stubborn and not at all intimidated me. Most students would do what I say.” He said irritated as the two of you walked.
You rolled your eyes and walked into the class, took a seat and waited for McGonall to come in.
“Students today…Severus? Why are you sitting in my class?” She looked at the man beside you.
You raised your hand with the handcuff and Snape’s limply followed, his face in a scowl.
“What the devil?!” McGonall came over and closely examined the handcuffs, “Well, it will be an awkward two days for the two of you.” She said resuming her class and passing out a test you had to take.
You started the test and you could feel Snape looking over your shoulder at your work.
“Can you not?” You asked not looking up from your test.
“Shhh.” McGonall said.
“I was seeing if you were as bright in this class as you are in potions, but you’ve got number three wrong you dunderhead.” He whispered to you.
“Oh shut up.” You said in a more sarcastic tone so he thought you were joking.
“A simple ‘thank you’ would have sufficed.” He said looking away.
“Severus, Y/N, if you both keep talking I will give you a detention, and Severus, don’t make me bring up the birthday incident! This is a test.” McGonall said in a harsh tone.
Snape huffed. You looked back at number three, and sure enough you saw that you’d made a mistake. You rolled your eyes not wanting to thank him and not wanting him to say ‘I told you so.’
You finally finished the test and McGonall took it. You realised the worst thing possible. You motioned to Snape like you wanted to tell him a secret.
“What?” He said, his voice and face void of all emotion.
“Get your head down here I’m not saying it out loud.” You said getting irritated.
Snape gave in and put his ear by your mouth. You whispered to him.
“You what?!” Snape’s horrified look and louder than needed tone caught everyone’s attention, even McGonall’s.
“I have to pee.” You repeated just above a whisper, your face turning bright red.
McGonall choked on a laugh and put her head down, probably to hide her smile.
You got up and Snape followed, his eyes looking to the floor. You came to the bathroom and stopped outside a stall.
“Any ideas about how to go about this?” You asked.
“Just go I’ll stand at arms length and stare at the wall.” He said and walked in the stall behind you.
It was the most awkward minute or two of both your lives. You relieved yourself while Snape stood by the wall shifting his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
You’d gotten through your classes and three horrendous trips to the bathroom (him having to go was way more awkward than when you had to) and it was finally time to eat….this would be weird, would he make you sit at the head table or would you sit with your friends? You couldn’t stand the thought of him sitting with you and your friends.
The pair of you walked to the Great Hall. He kept walking past the rows of students up to the head table.
“Wonderful.” You mumbled under your breath.
“I will not sit with your group of so called 'friends’ they’re all dunderheads.” He said as if reading your mind, “also they would do nothing but stay silent.” He finished as you sat uncomfortably close to him at the table.
“They’re not all dunderheads. If you’d take the time to realize that not everyone is as smart as you then you might actually see some of them aren’t that bad.” You sassed off to him as though he weren’t your professor.
“You’d better watch it young lady.” He said in a low growl.
You didn’t mean to come across as rudely, it was just your defense mechanism. You kept everyone you knew at arms length so to speak.
“I didn’t mean it as rudely as other came out, but I won’t apologise for the truth professor sir.” You said as you reached for the potatoes.
You didn’t eat much at dinner, which wasn’t abnormal, you never ate much, just enough to fill you up, and that didn’t take a lot. You sat through the boring conversations and the every now and again tease from one of the professors, some said they were so sorry about you being handcuffed to Snape others found it hilarious.
You shuffled out of the Great Hall. Tired from the days events.
“Merlin’s beard!” You said rather loudly.
Snape stopped in the hall and gave you a puzzled but annoyed look, “What is it now?”
“You….I….oh God.” You stuttered as realisation of what was to come hit you.
“Well?” Snape said impatiently and began walking again.
“We have to…sleep together.” You said in a somewhat disgusted tone.
Snape stopped. His face deadpaned, “this hadn’t crossed your mind ealier?”
“No. I didn’t give it any thought. Oh my gosh this is gonna be weird.” You said and began rambling about what others would think and say.
Snape continued walking at his normal fast pace toward his private rooms, practically dragging you along.
“Can you slow down? One of your strides is like four of mine.” You half panted.
Snape huffed and rolled his eyes, but he did slow to a pace you could keep up with.
He opened a large wooden door. Inside was a rather messy sight. Books were stacked in every corner, potion bottles were in no order on a desk in the corner of the room. The fireplace looked as though it was never used, and it looked as if Snape had never dusted.
You followed Snape down a hallway into his bedroom. The walls were stone, just like in the room you’d just been in. There was a four-poster in the middle of the room with a little table on both sides. The left side had a thick book and candle on it. The right table had another book, it was a very small book and a quill on top of it.
“D'you have a diary?” You asked teasingly and pointed at the small table to the right.
“No.” Snape said rather quickly.
“Yeah sure. Look I’m really tired can we just…” You stopped not know how to ask to lay down without it sounding awkward.
Snape nodded and you both layed down on the tall bed. It was rather hard and the room was cool. You pulled the blankets up to your neck.
“G'night Professor.” You said trying to get a bit of a rise out of him.
“Stay on your side.” He commanded.
You fell asleep rather quickly.
You woke with a jolt the next morning. 'What the?!’ You were cuddled up next to your potions master, your head was on his chest and your arm aroud his tourso. You looked at your sleeping professor, who at this moment was starting to stir. His eyes fluttered open he looked at you in confusion for a moment.
“'Morning sunshine” You said with a devilish grin.
“I told you to stay on your side! Get off of me!” His voice deep and laced with drowsiness as he scooted away from you.
He scooted nearly all the way off if the bed before both of you noticed that his wrist no longer handcuffed to your own.
“They’re gone!” You said in amazwment, “how?!”
You looked over at Snape who still looked shaken by the fact he woke up with your head on his chest.
“I’m gonna tell everyone I know you slept with me, and that even though you seem like a cold man, you’re pretty warm.” You said trying to get his attention, your mouth twisted into a wicked smirk.
“If you breath a word of this to anyone…” He started, his face getting a hint of pink.
“You’ll what? You can’t expell me for telling the truth professor. And if you give me detention I’ll find other ways to annoy you.” You said triumphantly, you’d finally embarrassed the professor who never showed emotion.
“I’ll find something to do.” He said, “now that we are no longer handcuffed you can leave.” He gestured to the door.
“Oh don’t act like you don’t enjoy my company. You love it and you know it.” You said as you got up and walked to the door of the bedroom.
“Thanks for the cuddles!” You yelled as you ran out of Snape’s quarters before he could say anything.
“Well,” George’s voice brought you out of your thinking.
“Did it work?” Fred asked as he sat down beside you in the Great Hall for breakfast.
“Like a charm.” You smiled and handed Fred a large bottle of powdered bicorn horn you’d managed to grab on the way out of Snape’s room.
“Did he know?” Fred asked, looking over at Snape who looked over at the three of you as if he knew you were talking about him.
You gave an exaggerated wink to Snape, his face flashed a look of embarrassment and he quickly looked away.
“He’s got no idea, he think I have a crush on him, and that’s how I’ll return the bottle.” The twins looked at you confused, but they knew you always had a plan.
After you made the Polyjuice Potion the twins wanted you found yourself walking back to Snape’s private room.
You smiled and knocked on his door. He opened it and you quickly walked past him.
“Oh how I’ve missed your cuddles!” You said overly exaggerating every word.
Snape’s face contorted into a look of disbelief.
You opened your arms and ran toward him, purposely knocking down a table in the room. You acted as if you fell, quickly reached in your pocket and tossed the bottle to the side.
“GET OUT! This is totally inappropriate.” Snape’s voice boomed.
He came over you and to your suprise, offered you a hand to help you up. You took it and quickly walked to the door.
“As you wish sir.” You stated and winked at him, spinning on your heels to walk out the door with a triumphant smile on your face. You had finished your mission for the twins, now they owed you.
In the room you just walked out of stood Severus Snape in utter shock, had a student actually liked him? He didn’t mind her, he had indeed enjoyed her company. But he couldn’t believe a student would like him, especially when he treated every student illy. What was the world coming to?
The Little Café Down The Street - Niall Horan Imagine
He was never interested in dating at his age, he thought about it, seeing his bandmates around him getting lucky with the ladies, but he simply never was interested in it. Niall wanted to be successful in his career, he wanted to reach his goals, make his fans proud, and even better make his family proud, while enjoying the work he would take in, and at that moment he was doing it. He said to himself that he did not want any distractions in his life, he just released his third album with a world-touring band, hitting and exploring so many new places, and the last thing he needs on his mind is another person to take care of, honestly, he can’t even take care of himself, how he can for someone else.
He found himself in a rush to get out of the door that morning, he found that he could not think straight, he burnt his breakfast, he slept in and he almost fell asleep in the shower, it was not his lucky day. Niall could not handle it anymore, too many small mistakes that day, all he needed to do is get out, get breakfast and head for work, but all he needed at the moment was a long sleep. Therefore he grabbed the closet coat by the door, picked up his keys to his range rover, and finally walked out, locking his apartment door behind him, heading to the, hopefully, well day ahead of him.
On the way to the studio, he got a call telling him that the meeting was moved till after lunch, but too late now for him, he was stuck in traffic, in the busy streets of London, the day was not with him. His pale fingers tapped the steering wheel, while the other arm went behind his head, watching the car in front of him, while listening to crappy music on the radio. The time told him it was half past eight, rush hour, he groaned hitting his head back against the seat, he did not have the patience today for this, therefore, when traffic cleared on the right lane, he changed. He focused around him, but his eyes went and saw a small coffee shop on the corner of the busy London street, and with that, there was parking.
request for rfa + v + saeran who is dating an mc who is self conscious because she thinks she's clingy (and is but only because she wants to show her partner as much affection as possible)? because this is me like 100% lolol
My gosh this took over a month to complete. I tried my best to make sure that all the characters sound like themselves. I hope I did your request justice!
Somehow every time you were your usual affectionate self they seemed rather… disinterested. Maybe even annoyed. You felt bad and apologised for being so clingy and touchy with them all the time.
Zen was cooking dinner for the both of you when you suddenly started apologising for being clingy all the time.
He was so confused because he especially liked your affectionate side.
I mean obviously.
He is Zen.
“Babe, you don’t have to be sorry about that. I love it when you’re being clingy because it means I can be as affectionate as I want to be and it wouldn’t be weird to you.”
His initial playful expression changed and he looked more serious.
“You know how my childhood was. I… I never got much affection. But now that you’re here, I do. And I’m finally happy. I finally feel genuinely loved for once. Don’t change, okay?”
He planted a kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a big hug. Both of you just stayed like that for awhile.
You were glad to know that he appreciated your ‘clinginess’.
In the midst of your hugging-fest, he completely forgot about the chicken on the stove and burnt it.
Staring at the black piece of tar on the pan he said, “You know what? Why don’t we just order some food and eat on the rooftop?”
Under the stars, the both of you just cuddled.
He made sure you never felt like you were being clingy ever again.
He didn’t even realise you had started to harbour guilt when he didn’t respond to your hugs and kisses.
To him, it was almost like a routine. It was your thing. He liked it.
“Hey guys, I’m gonna be away for awhile, my girlfriend’s here,” he said into his microphone.
There was a long pause before he replied with a snarky “Well at least I have a girlfriend!”
Then he placed his headset onto the table and turned his chair to face you.
“MC please don’t be sorry about being ‘clingy’. I appreciate it. I’m just… I guess I get carried away with my games or work sometimes that I forget to reciprocate. I’m sorry. Please don’t ever feel like you’re disturbing me. I love you okay?”
You stood there, not knowing how to respond. You could see his character getting absolutely obliterated on the screen behind him.
He forced himself not to care about that.
Turning off his console, he got up and said “You know what? I’m feeling a little sleepy after all that gaming. Do you wanna take a nap with me?”
He didn’t let you go the entire time both of you were asleep.
That was how he made it up to you.
“MC, that’s not a bad thing. What are you talking about?” she asked as she wiped the tables. It was 11pm and all the customers had finally left.
Jaehee expressed affection more with her words, and you with actions. She didn’t find anything wrong with that. In fact, she thought it was a good balance.
“Being clingy is being selfish and not giving me freedom because you want me all to yourself. You’re not like that, MC. You supported me through my dreams. You’re the reason why I’m where I am right now.”
You looked around at the coffee shop that both of you had worked hard for and you gave her a small smile.
“And whenever we have a bad day here, I know you’ll be there to hug and comfort me. I love that about you… and I love you.”
She put the cleaning cloth down and held your hands in hers and looks at you in the eyes.
“Don’t ever be sorry for being affectionate, okay? There’s nothing wrong with that.”
To make sure you felt better, she whipped up some coffee and muffins and both of you sat at the table by the window.
You talked about everything, from the customers you’d encountered that day to future plans together.
Man, how lucky you were to have someone like her.
You were both seated at the dining table eating dinner when you started to apologise.
“Is that why you stopped being affectionate towards me after I get home from work?”
You nodded. “You’re clearly tired and I keep bothering you. And you seem really disinterested anyway. I’m sorry.”
His expression was indecipherable.
“MC, you know I’m kind of… new to this affection thing. I do try to hug and kiss back, but sometimes it is a little overwhelming. But I should be the one who’s sorry for not being an expressive enough husband.”
You felt even worse.
You looked up and saw something in his eyes. Was that guilt?
“MC, I love you. Don’t ever think your random hugs and kisses annoy me. You make me so happy. Let me learn how to do the same for you. Please just be patient with me.”
Turns out, while you thought you were being too clingy, he thought he was too detached. It was an issue that had never been brought up before.
That night, your conversation at the dinner table lasted over three hours.
You got to know each other all over again.
“Wait can you repeat that? Sorry I’m really busy.” He spun his chair around to face you. Behind him, you could see all the unfinished codes he was working on.
“I was just saying sorry for being such a disturbance all the time and distracting you. I don’t want you to get in trouble with your company.”
He let out a huge laugh. He thought you were kidding. When you didn’t laugh back, his face got serious.
“Wait. You honestly think you’re bothering me?”
“No no don’t think that!” he exclaimed. “Why would you ever think that?”
You didn’t say anything. You simply looked at the computer behind him and he understood.
“Look, MC. There was a time before you when I would stay awake for three days at a time without talking to anyone. I almost went mad several times. But you, you help me remember that I’m not alone and that as crazy as it sounds, someone cares enough about me to want to hug me and cuddle me! I love you okay?”
He walked over to you and gave you a peck on the lips before going back to his work.
“After I finish this, let’s go play some video games together. What do you say about that?”
He let you beat him in the game several times to make you feel better.
This man is so confused. So confused.
“MC, you know that before you, I loved Rika right?”
The sudden mention of Rika took you aback, but you simply nodded.
“I didn’t realise it back then, but she didn’t love me as much as I loved her. I loved her so much that I even let her hurt me.”
He touched the small scar above his eye, where the surgeon had made an incision during his eye operation.
“But now you’re here, and you make me feel so genuinely loved. I’ve done bad things out of love, I admit that. Sometimes, I don’t even feel like I deserve to be loved by someone as pure as you.”
You sat down next to him. You didn’t expect him to suddenly pour his heart out.
“Before I got my surgery, my only connection to you was through touch. When you hugged me, kissed me… And now that I can see, I see the happiness in your eyes when you do that. I don’t want that to disappear. I may not be as good at being physically affectionate as you, but I do love you as much as you love me. Maybe… maybe even more.”
He pulled you into a warm embrace.
Since then he made the extra effort to show you how appreciative he was of you. You showed him real love. It’s time he showed it to you back.
“Well, finally you realise.”
This guy. Oh boy.
“You’re always in my personal space. I know you like me but that doesn’t mean I don’t need my own space.”
And with that, you left his house. That hurt, but at least he was honest right?
That night, you got a call from Seven. No ‘hello’s, no ‘how are you’s. He just went straight to “I’m so sorry about my brother!”
When he found out what Saeran had told you, he scolded him. Why? Because he knew that Saeran was head over heels for you, and after much coercing, he finally got Saeran to admit that he liked you. A lot. He just didn’t know whether or not to be expressive about it.
Just as the phone call ended, your doorbell rang. It was already 1am, but standing outside your door was the other redhead, looking absolutely anxious.
“I’m sorry for what I said. The truth is I like you. You’re not being clingy. Or if you are, I like it. Because… I like you.”
It was adorable seeing him be so shy for the first time.
You offered to let him stay the night at your house since it was late, and of course, being you, you cuddled with him for awhile while the both of you watched TV.
This time, he didn’t flinch.
You could finally see that he actually enjoyed your affection.
Request: Can I get an
imagine where Dean and Sam are on a hunt with their friend, who’s like a sister
to them, and Castiel’s soulmate? She goes to fight something that went after a
baby and destroys it because when she was younger she lost her baby sister?
Word Count: 1,013
“Y/N, you need to be rational about this.” Dean attempts,
watching as you stuff yet another gun
into your trusty knapsack. You only glare at him in response, eyes boring holds
of pure heat into him – and not in a good way. He’s never seen you like this –
it’s frightening. For someone who usually provides so much joy and light,
you’re terrifying when you’re on a mission.
You flip the flap over and haul it onto your back, “Rational went out of the
window the second we established that a baby
was a target here. A baby, Dean!
How are you still sat on your ass?!”
Sam, who is intelligently sat on the bed in the corner,
visibly flinches. Good. Let him flinch – let him be afraid. Let them both see
how deadly serious you are about this, because any form of play disappeared
from the chess game a long time ago.
Too long – it could already be too late, for all you know.
“Y/N, sit down. This… thing, it’s been going after people
for a long time. It’s good at it. We need a plan before we go charging in there.”
A special cult of vampires,
travelling from town to town, prizing the blood of the young and innocent over
any other. They don’t get a look-in most of the time, but here… it’s a given.
They’ve wormed their way into the social care system, and it’s only a matter of
“I don’t give a shit!” You explode, having to resist going
for the gun at your side, “We’ve taken out bigger and badder things with less
planning. We don’t have the time, Dean. Sam, you have to agree with me.”
Sam lifts his head, but only to give you an apologetic shake
of the head. If you’d been even slightly less human than you are, you’d have
“I can’t believe- you know what, it doesn’t matter. I’m
leaving. Call me when the two of you have managed to grow a pair.” You turn on
your heel, and make it all of three steps towards the door before bouncing
straight off something as hard and steady as stone.
“Y/N? What is the problem? I could feel your distress.” He
says softly, hands coming to rest of your shoulders. Despite the calm he always
offers, you can still feel your heart racing and stomach twisting – you’d
accepted the bond between the two of you just a few months ago, meaning that
him being there and so close combined with all of the emotion and turmoil of
Of all the stupid, annoying, embarrassing things, your
stupid human brain doesn’t know how to do anything but burst into tears.
Completely overwhelmed by everything, you crumple into his chest, tears already
building up and flooding over in protest of it all.
Before you know it, you’re bundled into his arms, the warm
glow of his protection quickly enfolding you in comfort – both of you know how
dangerous and volatile the bond can be, and you’re slowly adjusting, but with
every hardship you learn that it’s worth it. Even when he does get… grumpy,
whenever you’re less than smiling.
“What did you say to her?” Cas snarls, still holding
you close. Dean holds fast, though seeing one of his best friends as terrifying
as that… to his credit, he waits until Cas’ gaze moves back to you before he
“We… realised that the cult’s victims are children; that the
random killings were just to throw us off.” Sam says softly, ever the diffuser,
“Y/N… wanted to go straight away. We thought that we needed a plan.”
Something sparks in Cas’ eyes. Both brothers see it – and
you feel it, through something deeper and more innate. Before you can lift your
head to comment, the motel room has fallen away from beneath your feet and you’re…
in a brightly lit park. Children play, parents talk idly, but none of them so
much as look at the pair of you.
Cas pulls back then, wiping away the tears from your face
and searching your eyes for a few moments, “This is about your sister.”
“Sam and Dean don’t know about her.”
A shake. You hadn’t wanted to tell them – not when they had
their own sibling-related issues, and certainly not when you didn’t feel like
you could talk about it without falling into a thousand pieces, yourself, even
all these years later.
“Y/N, you don’t have to hide it. You did nothing wrong,” His
voice is low and soothing, like the soft warmth of a blanket by a fire after a
snowstorm, “You have nothing to be ashamed of. We all bear our scars – Sam and
Dean are family. They aren’t going to judge you.”
“I know.” You wipe at your eyes, unable to meet his azure
gaze, “But… I just didn’t want to talk about it. She should be here, she should
be alive. But she isn’t. And this is the least I can do to make up for that.”
Cas pauses, then nods, reaching down and taking one of your
hands in both of his, soft and steady, “Alright. You and I, we’ll go together.
How is that?”
There isn’t another option but to nod: you can’t take the
hunt alone, and you certainly aren’t going to go with Sam and Dean now. Plus,
what better than time spent with your soulmate? Even hunting time is better
than no time.
The hunt went smoothly – even when you slip back into the
motel room, hidden under Cas’ celestial cloak of silence, and slide into bed,
the panic and flood of emotions has ebbed away. You’re exhausted, and by the
time Cas has draped his coat over you and taken a seat next to you in order to
watch over you – a position he’s taken up most nights, over the past few months
– you’re knocked out.
Even so, he watches over you – and the boys. Because you’re
family. And family, blood or not, doesn’t give up on each other.
he’s the official leader and “father” to the pack but he’ll also listen to direction from others and take in what they’re saying
he doesn’t mind cuddles and hugs, which may seem surprising since his exterior tends to look cold and stoic. but, no, he’s a big cuddly bear
when you, new to the pack, have trouble settling in; he goes out of his way to make the pack feel like your home
he makes sure the others talk to you and will even bring back blood he knows you’ll like, just to make you smile
those caring gestures are how he treats all his friends so you think nothing of them, willing yourself to ignore how he made you feel
until a certain incident
where an enemy attacked you and suddenly, that big softie was gone and a ferocious leader was in their place. he ripped that vamp to smithereens and nursed you back to health, since he kept snapping at the healer who was supposed to
he didn’t trust you in anyone’s hands but his
you soon realise why and as he’s changing your bandages one day, you rest your hands atop his; “thank you for caring for me. it’s no wonder I’ve fallen for you, you’re so kind.”
he smiles shyly and his cheeks bunch up to his eyes and he laughs a little. but says nothing. there is no need for words. you know he’s yours and you’re his
very focused on each of his tasks. this is why he’s basically second in command and shownu’s right hand man
he gets tasked with the harder, more difficult jobs. one being training the newborns to control their thirst
out of the three newbies, you were the only one left. the others had gone mad trying to ignore the hunger and went rogue. this is what piqued wonho’s romantic interest in you
you had always been his friend before this, or his pupil in a way. but your will to survive, how well you learn, how hard you try to not just mindlessly kill humans; makes him think ;)) hey ;;) what’s good?
he was always flirty, but in a friend way, until he realised those feelings. now his sarcasm and humour is always just to make you smile, to hear your laugh
he doesn’t waste too much time of the flirting tho, asking you out soon after ;)
the opposite to how you imagined a vamp being
he’s LOUD and happy and warm and kind. he loves making friends and putting a smile on ppl’s faces, whether they’re a vamp or a human
which is why he’s in charge of scouting
he can mingle in with the humans no problem, able to fit in with the times despite the fact that he’s older than most of the castles he walks by
he spots you in front of one such castle, or more so, he spots the vampire eyeing you up. you were an easy target, not paying attention, and at the edge of the crowd. if you were lured away, no one would notice your absence until it was too late
he couldn’t let that happen. you seemed nice, too nice to die like that
so he introduces himself with an easy going smile “hi, I’m minhyuk! what’s your name?”
a friendship blossoms but he tells you nothing of his real identity, until that vamp resurfaces and starts a war by telling you everything. he’s trying to provoke minhyuk’s pack and doing it through you was a brilliant way
minhyuk was furious that you now knew, that you were scared of him. his pack went to war, winning after a few months, and then he could finally return to find you
he crept into your room one night, shaking you awake: “please, don’t scream! I won’t hurt you. I lied to keep you safe, since I care so much about you. But I’ll be honest this time, I promise.”
if you decide to trust him or not is up to you
smol and grumpy but cute
snaps at the less experienced newborns and if he doesn’t like the order given to him, he’ll be in a bad mood the entire time he’s doing it
one such order was to track down a newborn that was terrorizing a nearby village
he stomped into the place, hopping over dead bodies until he found you huddled in a cave, sobbing without any tears
then he softened
“ah, look, the blood lust is hard at first. but you’ll get better. if you come with me, I can help you”
he takes you under his wing and although he’ll still grump and frown at you, his touches are gentle and no matter how many mistakes you make, he’ll help you not make them again
the boys like to tease him for that and he’s EXTRA GRUMPY but blushing (if he could) since omg shut up what if y/n hears?!?!?!?!
you get to see softer, warmer side to him. he’s like that always but he covers it up since vamps are meant to be tough. not the type to sing lullabies to you when you’re upset he swears he doesn’t do that but u know different
rubbed you the wrong way at first. he was blunt and not shy about pointing out your mistakes, which made you feel unwanted as a new pack member. that was just his way of looking out for you tho and helping you learn
once you get to know him better, you realise he’s such a sweetheart and feelings form
but he’s oblivious, continuing to laugh and joke with you, unaware of how you were falling more and more in love
you should prob confess asap bc if he figures out you think he’s hot then you’ll never hear the end of it lol
and w you being the straight forward one for once, he’s surprised and shy and if he could blush he would
“you want to go on a d - date? sure! I hope we find a restaurant that serves blood” lol
a vampire aegyo king
over the years in the pack, you’ve worked your way up and if there’s a time when the pack can’t hunt for whatever reason, it’s your job to ration the blood supply
and suddenly jooheon is attached to your hip, flashing his dimples and cute voice and asking for seconds. and who could say no to that? :”)
at first, the relationship was just him wanting tasty blood but you grow to become friends from it
he’s welcoming and warm so even tho he’s kinda using you, it’s not out of badness. and you recognise that, growing fond of the child within that ancient body
a time came when you needed a favour from him and he did it w/out hesitation. you know that you can trust him and the bond between you is so strong that shownu often sends you on missions together
more time together = stronger feelings
but he was too afraid of them not being returned so you two tango around the emotions while EVERYONE else knows how you feel
eventually hyungwon sets you up on a date and the rest is history ;)
was distant and didn’t talk to you much at first. he was the latest to join the pack so you tried your best to make him feel welcomed
although he didn’t talk much, he would always listen to you and that felt nice :)
eventually, he grew out of his shell and was incredibly funny
he would always make you laugh, joking around and doing stupid things like impersonations
he would tell you about the time he was from and you him, getting a first hand glimpse of different decades and how times change
you often venture off together from the pack, walking through the woods or a crowded city at night, just to talk and be alone. you enjoy each others company and although he settled in well and is friends w everyone, you were still the first person he trusted so there’s a bond there
as he realises that his feelings are no longer those of friendship, he would try hard to show that without words
he’s always helpful but even more so now, doing anything to please you and make you smile
his willingness to help makes you suspicious and you curiously ask jooheon about it. he spills everything right away and maintains that you “interrogated” him but in actual fact he just couldn’t keep the secret in anymore
chankyun’s a bit annoyed but only bc he wanted to tell you first, when he felt more confident. but having you show up to his place out of the blue and kiss him was nice too so he can’t complain :)
Little Kylux things I get emotional about at night
Hux and Kylo are rivals, and although I love their hatefuck-proneness as much as the next guy, rewatching the movie again (and again, and again) I became obsessed with the thought that their resentment might be pretty fucking recent, and that despite everything, Kylo truststhe shit out of Hux. Emotinal and biased meta under the cut.
In all honesty, I don’t know how I feel about how the ending came out. It took me quite a while to prevent it from seeming cliché and even now I get kind of annoyed when reading the end. Hopefully, you guys all enjoy it though. Thanks for reading and supporting. It’s very motivating!
I realise this part came out shorter than normal but I promise the next part will be longer to make up for it.
Waking up on Saturday morning, you called Areum to arrange to meet at the local café. When you arrived there at exactly 11:30 am, Areum was already sitting down waiting for you at your usual window table. After ordering and receiving your caramel iced frappé, you headed to your table and sat down.
“Hey Y/N, I didn’t appreciate you just leaving me to video call myself yesterday. My mum thought I was talking to myself and tried to refer me to a doctor.” You snickered at her sentence and took a long sip of your drink.
“Sorry Areum. I just really needed my beauty sleep.” You couldn’t prevent a smile spreading over your face. However, Areum mirrored it with a sly smirk.
“Ah it’s okay. I know how much you love impressing Jungkook. Beauty sleep is one way to do it.” This effectively made you choke on your frappé and Areum giggled at her comeback. After hitting your chest aggressively to save yourself from choking to death, you shot her a deadly glare. She didn’t take it seriously and turned her attention to the window in front of her. When her eyes widened drastically, you furrowed your brows in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” As you spoke this sentence, your head turned to glance out the window too. Hands grabbing the sides of your face stopped you from actually seeing what was happening.
“Don’t! I mean… it’s nothing.” Grabbing Areum hands, you pried them off your face and focused on what had her so shocked. A moment later your eyes widened and you felt a pang of hurt in your chest.
Jungkook was stood at the other side of the street with his arm around an unfamiliar girl. He seemed to present her with a gift because the girl then squealed and threw her arms around him. You averted your attention and ignored the painful feeling in your chest.
“It’s just Jungkook… why are you so shaken up? Just because we’re friends again doesn’t mean he’s suddenly stopped his playboy ways…” Despite what you had just said, the strong feeling of betrayal was prominent. Areum seemed to notice this and stood from her seat, grabbing her iced tea.
“Come on. Let’s go back to mine.” She grabbed your hand and forced you to stand up, dragging you out of the café. Jungkook was too focused on his company to notice you across the street, even when you bumped into the rival schools gang leader and had him yell at you to ‘watch where you were going.’ Not wanting to get involved with him again, you pulled Areum away and jogged down the street.
Spending the rest of the day at Areum’s house, the evening arrived and you began to get ready for the party that had already started. It was Areum’s idea to be 'fashionably late’ and you decided to just go along with it. When you had both gotten dressed and applied finishing touches, you headed out, the destination being Jungkook’s house.
Arriving outside, it was obvious that everyone was either already half drank or completely wasted at this point in the party. Deciding to ignore the obnoxiously loud teenagers, you let Areum guide you inside. Jungkook was nowhere in sight but that wasn’t your main priority. You were here to have fun.
Areum had left to grab drinks for the both of you and returned a few moments later, handing you a plastic cup which most probably contained a mixture if alcohol and coke. Taking small sips of your drink, you glanced around the room looking for familiar faces. None of the boys had made a surprise appearance yet, which was odd.
A few drinks later you, unsurprisingly, managed to get tipsy. The same couldn’t be said for Areum as she was beyond drunk. It was shocking really to see the reserved Areum let lose at a party. Dancing with each other, you let loose, ignoring the other students. When you decided to grab another drink, you squeezed Areums’s shoulder, which she returned with a clumsy grin. Grabbing two cups and filling them to the brim with the unknown alcoholic drink, you turned on your heel, set on returning to the dance floor. However, when you made your way back she was nowhere to be seen. The initial reaction was annoyance and you analysed the overcrowded room, searching for her brunette waves. After realising she was no longer here, you decided to search for her throughout the house and headed to the second level of the house.
Peeking through doors, you came to Jungkook’s bedroom. If she was here he definitely wouldn’t mind you entering the room. Or so you thought. Knocking on the door and pushing the door wide open, your eyes were instantly drawn to a drunken Jungkook.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” His eyes were glazed and you paid no attention to his shouting, mainly because he was only sporting underwear. What made you do a double take was the fact that Hye Mi was underneath him, arms wrapped around his neck and legs hooked around his waist, smirking in victory. You had obviously interrupted something intimate.
He seemed to notice who you were because moments later, he wrenched her limbs of him and jumped off of his bed. His eyes were widened in shock and the shadowed look they had sported before was no longer present.
“Y/N? Don’t take this the wro-” You were sure that if you had stood there another second, you wouldn’t be able to stop the hurt tears from falling so you slammed the door shut. Taking a deep breath, you controlled your emotions. The only thing you should be worried about is finding Areum, not crying over unnecessary feelings.
You headed towards the guest room, once again entering the room and found another couple looking for some privacy. Except it wasn’t exactly a couple and you realised this when you recognised the loud giggle that escaped brunette girl you had been looking for. Anger enveloped you as you saw Areum lying on the bed and a boy you had ever seen in your life, evidently trying to take advantage of her drunken state.
“What the fuck! Get the fuck away from her, you bastard!” When his motive was interrupted, surprisingly the unknown boy freaked out and scurried away, leaving you to grab Areum and steady her.
“Areum! What the fuck just happened?” She giggled and softly patted your face.
“He said we… could play.” She slurred her words and you decided that enough was enough. The second part of this party was a complete disaster for you and you now understood why Jungkook tried to prevent you from coming. Helping Areum out of the room, you carefully helped her reach the ground floor.
Making it outside, you called Areum’s older sister, Mi-nah, and asked her for a ride back. Ten minutes later, her familiar car had stopped in front of you and you allowed her to buckle Areum inside. Just as you were going to leave you heard Jungkook call your name.
“Hey! Where the fuck are you going?” Rolling your eyes, you glared at him.
“Anywhere but here. I should have just stayed at home because, to be honest Jungkook, this party has caused so much shit and I can’t deal with it.” He stuffed his hands into his pocket and scoffed.
“It’s just a little bit of fun, why are you so jealous? You’re the one who wanted to come to the party.” Not believing the kind of crap he was speaking, you climbed into the car. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you dialled his number. There was no way he was going to have the last laugh. He picked up immediately after seeing your name appear on his screen.
“Not everything is about you Jungkook. I’m not jealous, heck, you can fuck as many girls as you want! As long as it’s not the one bitch who made the past two years of my life as shitty as they can be.” Not giving him a chance to even think about replying, you hung up and calmly asked Mi-nah to drive.
You watched Jungkook in the mirror who, in his drunken and disheveled state, clearly hated not getting the last word and threw his phone against the floor. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration and turned back into the house. Scoffing at his childishness, you turned your gaze to the passing houses.
“Why is he so dramatic, the phone didn’t do anything to him.” Mi-nah giggled at your sentence whilst Areum howled with laughter.
“You guys sound like a married couple!” Rolling your eyes, you ignored Areum’s comment.
There was no way you sounded like a married couple.
pairing: do kyungsoo x reader / feat. oh sehun, high school! kyungsoo
genre/warnings: smut, fluff
• words: 9,117
Summary: You’ve had feelings for your friend Kyungsoo for as
long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What
if it turned out they weren’t…?
“He should be here already,” you whined to your friend, who you were
sitting next to on a kitchen counter.
You were at some pretty crappy house party and things were getting
Why wasn’t he here yet?
“Maybe he got lost on the way, I heard he’s that stupid,” your friend replied, his low voice drawing out as if he
couldn’t be bothered to speak aloud.
You turned to him with a huff, but that huff trailed off as you were
met with his face and you silently groaned.
How after all these years of knowing him, did he still have this effect
His eyes were big and dark, his eyelashes curling upwards, thick and
black, and his nose perfectly fit his face, it wasn’t too big but it wasn’t too
small…and don’t get you started on his lips. Those lips were enough to make any girl wonder. They were thick and
plump, his cupid’s bow flawlessly turned up and his teeth were straight. You
loved it when he smiled, his mouth opened up into a heart shape, although these
days you didn’t see him smile much. Maybe you had stopped making him smile…
“Hey, don’t me mean!” You warned, remembering to speak.
You watched him roll his eyes and run his hand through his thick hair. It
was styled up today and you liked it – it made him look older, more mature.
“It’s true though, right?” He asked, smiling that heart shaped smile,
that you missed.
It was your turn to roll your eyes now and you hit him on the shoulder.
“Kyungsoo, be quiet,” you said, however, you couldn’t hide your little
smirk, as you watched him laugh at your reaction.
a/n: part two of twin andrews is here!! if you love it and want more make sure to send me a request for a part three!! love u nugs🌹
“wow V” i chuckle as we walk out of the gym “i can’t believe you got Betty onto the squad” we all laugh and Betty smiles admiringly to her friend.
“it’s about time we had a cooper on the squad” i chuckle looping my arm in the blondes “thank you both- this has been a dream since like forever-” she swoons grabbing her heart.
“you wish is our demand” Veronica tells her friend as we bow jokingly in front of her we all laugh holding a new uniforms in our hands “should we try them out for size?” i nod eager to get into something that was familiar.
we pile into the girls change room and put on our uniforms “im a vixen!!” Betty squeals jumping up at down and swishing her mini skirt.
“B can you zip me up?” i pull my red hair aside as she zips me up
“wow (y/n/n) looking hot!” Veronica exclaims fanning herself cause me to stick my tongue out at her “why thank you miss V”
we walk out of the changing rooms head held high, it started to finally feel like i was finally getting back into my old life, the one i left a year ago for with my mum. I find myself smiling at my friends glad that i came back, i needed them and I didn’t know that till this very moment.
“have you spoken to Archie?” i was snapped out of my thoughts
“spoken to him about what?” i ask stopping at my locker to grab a few books “Betty didn’t tell you?” i shrug feeling someone’s eyes on me “tell me what?” i press.
“she doesn’t need to know-” Betty stumbled with her words, i furrow my eyebrow hitting myself in the head with my chemistry book “if this is about B having a crush on him then yes i know” i roll my eyes.
walking backwards i giggle at Betty’s blushed cheeks, ronnie joins in on the giggle nudging the blonde with her elbow “approve?” she questions and i nod winking st the girls
“look i gotta go- Pop’s after school to celebrate? we have our very first Cooper and Lodge girl that means milkshakes and burgers on me” i ask glancing at the clock it was the last lesson and I was craving one of pops famous burgers
“sounds like a good idea!” Betty smiles at me “good see ya’s later”
i turn on my heels and collide with another body sending me to a heap on the floor, i land on the victims chest and we bop heads “fuck!” i cuss rubbing my head.
i didn’t get a chance to see his face before i tried to stand instantly going dizzy, hands dart to my waist keeping me steady.
“woah easy there Andrews” i instantly recognised the voice “Jughead?” i exclaim glances at his face taking in all his features and that old beanie of his “oh my god” i throw my arms around him as he circle my waist.
“i wow you look-” i step back glancing at him “you look good juggie” i hug him once more and he freezes before hugging me back. “still not a hugger?” i ask and he shakes his head.
“no but you’ve always seemed to be the exception” i laugh “id love to stay and talk but i have chem-” he smiles “me too, walk together?” i nod following the boy
“so how come you weren’t at Pop’s last night for my big return, i knew something was missing but Archie didn’t mention anything” he goes quite so i figure I’ve hit a nerve.
“how are things?” i ask changing the subject “yeah okay” his voice sounds strained “are you sure?” i press “im here aren’t i?” i bite my lip and walk next to him in silence earning a few glances from peers, a river vixen walking with an ‘outcast’.
“this is us” he point to the class i follow him in just as the second bell rang others scrambling into their seats as Mr Hill slips in behind us “seats everybody” i gulp glances around desperately for a seat i forget we’d be in pairs.
all eyes are on me and within seconds the class is buzzing in soft whispers “Andrews” i hear jughead call sitting a few desks back, he gestures to the open seat next to him and gladly slip into it “thanks jones”.
he nods glancing to the front of the class “welcome back miss andrews” Mr Hill greets me “good to be back” i clear my throat awkwardly the eyes of my classmates piercing into me.
“so the hotter Andrews is finally back” i turn in my seat to see Reggie smirking in his seat running his hands through his hair “Reggie Mantle, god even Chicago couldn’t erase your idiot voice from my brain” i smile sweetly batting my eyelashes before facing forward rolling my eyes.
jughead laughs at my comment and i smile at him “baby you couldn’t forget me if you tried” i shake my head facing forward “oh but baby It’s not your devilish good looks that made you memorable it was more what you were lacking in you know where”
the class erupts in laughter and i smirk at my victory “ive always liked you feisty my little river vixen” he purs.
“enough” our teacher yells standing and scribbling notes on the board “good to be back” i mumble catching Reggies sleazy glances in the car of my eye “gross”
i mumble copying the notes “you okay?” jughead whispers “yeah just sleaze ball taking a little bit of a long look” i gesture to Reggie with my pencil and Jughead narrows his eyes at the boy.
“yeah he definitely hasn’t changed since you left” i laugh trying to hold in my giggles and people’s eyes start to stray from the board to me.
“hey juggie” he murmurs glancing to the board then back to his book “Betty & Veronica wanted to go to Pop’s after school to celebrate them making the team- do you maybe wanna come?”
he puts down his pencil facing me “andrews are you asking me out?” i jolt up shaking my head furiously
“no i um no i was just-” i give up when i realise im no longer speaking English “what i meant to say is that no the whole gangs going to be there and i want to hear more about what’s happening around here- Betty told me you’ve been writing about Jason”
he turns to the front nodding “ill be there, we can talk about Jason another time when it’s just the two of us” i nod returning to my work.
“why aren’t we celebrating you becoming a vixen?” i roll my eyes “ive been on the squad since freshman year juggie it’s not that big of a deal” i tease clicking my pen.
“noted” he replies focusing his full attention to the white board.
i turn to see my brother jogging over to me looking slightly puffed “you good?” i ask continuing to walk my brother following hot on my heels, i was eager to get out of this damn school and to Pop’s.
“are you going to the dance tonight?” i knit my brows “what dance?” i question approaching my locker to grab a few books slipping them into my bag.
“the school dance- its tonight- Betty asked if I’d go with her and Ronnie” i close my locker “she what?” i say surprised.
“i- i dunno she just asked if I’d go with them and i said yes which means you have to okay!” i grown “arch i don’t want to go to a stupid school dance” he grabs me by the shoulders pulling me toward him “please!” he begs.
i remove his hands from his shoulders and start the walk to his car, “please please please please please” i block him out taking long strides to reach Archie’s truck.
“open the damn truck arch” he shakes his head “Archie! Open the damn truck” i yell frustration consuming me at how annoying my brother was being “i swear to god Archibald is you do not open this door i will kill you!” i hiss and he shakes his head.
“ill open the door if you come to the dance” i groan resting my head against the door “fine fine! ill go” i say in defeat earning a happy yell from my brother followed by the beeps of the car being unlocked “hallelujah” i mumble getting into the car.
“Betty and Veronica are going to the mall to buy a dress so ill drop you off and you can pick out something nice okay” he teases smiling stupidly at you “why don’t we both ditch and order in watch a movie something actually enjoyable” i offer clasping my hands together to beg.
“no, i can’t let them go by themselves” i smack his arm “um why the bloody hell not? we can take care of ourselves yanno” i tell him irritation itching at me.
“oh well it’s your first social event back- you need this” i ignore him glancing out the window as he pulls into the parking lot of the mall “bye sissy” he teases. i slam his truck door and flip him off as he drives away.
“jerk” i mumble
“you made it!” i walk toward the blonde and the raven headed girls “i made it” i smile at them as they loop their arms in mine “let’s get you a killer dress” i tell Betty as we walk into the complex and she blushes
“archie tell you?” i nod “when were you going to tell me you asked my brother out?!” i exclaim bumping her shoulder “i didn’t ask him out i asked him to the dance with V it’s not like it’s a date”
“whatever you say coops” i wink at her and run my fingers across the nearest dress rack “wish i had someone to go to the dance with” i think aloud flicking through the hangers.
“what about Jughead? Yous seemed pretty cozy in the hall” Betty speaks up curiosity filling her voice “oh my god!” i exclaim cursing.
the mention of his name reminds me that we were supposed to be meeting at Pops now “shit shit shit” i smack my forehead trying not to think about how hurt he’s going to be when he shows up and none of us being there
“what’s wrong?” Ronnie asks concerned her arms full of dresses “i invited Jughead to Pops tonight and i totally spaced” i tell them guilty “im sure he’ll understand” Betty tries to comfort me placing a hand on my shoulder.
“i hope so” i sulk “do you know what happened with him and my brother?” she shakes her head “they haven’t really spoken since before summer break i don’t think they spoke for the whole summer” i gulp, great what the hell happened.
the rest of the shopping trip i spent too engulfed in my own thoughts and theories about my brother and his former bestfriend that i barely noticed buying a dress and getting to Betty’s house.
“earth to (y/n)” im snapped out of my thoughts by Ronnie, she waves the curling wand in front of my face “you almost ready Arch will be here soon” i nod finishing off my hair and grabbing my dress “ill just change and ill be down before you know it”
“okay we’ll be outside”
i nod closing the door and quickly changing into my dress sliding on my heels and applying another coat of lipstick before glancing at myself in the mirror. i didn’t look half bad i smile at my reflection before the tooting of a horn brings me back to earth
“really archie? i was coming jesus” i complain opening the front door of Betty’s house and walking down the driveway to meet my brother the girls already tucked into the car
“wow little sis you look decent when you put in effort”
i gasp shoving him in the chest “your 10 minutes older than me okay-”
he rolls his eyes at me and mockingly opens the door for me, i smile sarcastically at him and slip in the passenger seat “the quicker we get there the quicker we can get home” i think aloud
“c'mon it can’t be that bad” Veronica teased but i just shook my head “you have no idea”
a/n: sorry for it being long and kinda poopy im in the midst of starting a new part it’s just with the ending i wanted for this is would’ve taken SO LONG! but be excited for part three because their will be lots of jughead x reader fluff! so if you’d like that PLEASE (im low key begging you) to just type a ‘part 3’ or ‘i really like this series or just SOMETHING. silent readers get me down!
and as always requests are wide open my friend feel free to drop a question or a request, love hearing from you nuggets!
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Imagine: You had just been transformed into a vampire and commited your first kill, which induced you to turn off your emotions in order to help you cope. Yet, being so close to the Mikaelson family, they would not allow you to stay that way for long. However, despite how hard they try, the only one who manages to break down your walls is Kol Mikaelson.
Warnings: lights descriptions of torture, mostly fluff and swearing. no biggie.
Word Count: 2503
I fell onto the cold, hard ground, finally realising what I had done. Blood was spilt across my face and my body, proving it was not just some twisted dream fabricated by my mind to punish me for becoming a vampire; no, I had actually killed all those people. Their limp forms were scattered throughout the dark room, their necks broken due to my brutally. A growing pain took over me, leading to a strangled, loud gasp to crawl out of my lips. The guilt was too much for me to overcome it so easily.
“Y/N?” A deep, somehow soft too, male voice cut through the devastating silence. “What happened here?”
“I murdered them.” I managed to blurt out, tears already streaming down my warm, red cheeks. “I was angry, scared, hungry. I-I couldn’t control myself, Kol. I just couldn’t.”
“Oh baby.” He whispered in a soothing tone, one I did not deserve. “I hate to see you like that! It was a mistake. You’re new, it happens.”
“No, no, no. I ripped these people from their lives. I shouldn't… I can’t!”
“Y/N, listen to me!” My eyes were screwed shut, yet, the salty teardrops kept descending, reaching my bottom lip. “Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“Turn it off.” Someone else said, coming from behind Kol. “You don’t have to suffer because of this. Just turn it off.”
“Are you insane, mate?” The tall, brown haired man yelled, obviously mad at the proposition. “She’s not going to do this!”
Damon smirked, tilting his head slightly, whilst graciously leaning against a covered with scarlet blood wall. Although it was a entirely crazy idea, my Salvatore friend had a point. Turning my emotions off could be really helpful, for it would rule out of the game all distractions. It would help me develop as a vampire. Plus, if I experience even one more ounce of this crushing pain I have inside now, I would surely break.
For one second I felt everything rushing through me, every bit of feeling, like pure energy was flowing inside my veins, and then it was over. I did not feel a thing. Not guilt, not sadness. Absolutely nothing. Solely void was left behind.
“Y/N, please tell me you didn't…”
A bright, wide smile curled my lips, revealing there was nothing that the mighty Mikaelson could do, except enjoy this new side of me.
“I did, honey bunch.” I winked at him, getting back on my own feet. “Now, if you excuse me, I have a few business to solve.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” Kol stated, grasping my wrist and forcing me to stay where I was. “And Damon, you better disappear before I have the chance to rip your heart out.”
Those words said, it took less than a split second for the plain white room to get suddenly crowded. Stefan and Elena went to Damon’s side, gently clutching his arms, assuring he would stay in place; yet, they did not come alone, for Rebekah, Klaus and Elijah rapidly approached their reckless sibling as well. I sighed, starting to get utterly bored from this whole situation.
Klaus cleared his throat, moving one step ahead and shooting a fierce look towards the Salvatores. He was obviously not happy to be seeing this horrific scene.
“Alright, who is going to explain what has happened here?”
“Why was Kol threatening Damon?” The brown haired doppelgänger quizzed, quirking an eyebrow. “I thought we had decided to call a truce. For Y/N’s sake.”
“He pushed Y/N into turning off her emotions.” The younger Mikaelson brother said, narrowing his eyes and still keeping me under his tight grip. However, even though this dialogue was annoying as hell, I could not care less about what was on the verge of happening. “Is it enough or you fellas need me to find another reason to be mad at the glorious Damon Salvatore?”
“You mean she…” Rebekah’s voice died out before she finished her sentence and her sibling replied with a weak nod. Man, those people were simply pathetic! “Let’s go home, then. We need to get Y/N back as soon as possible.”
Ultimately, I pushed Kol’s hand away from my upper arm and went to the centre of the room, staring each person standing in there. They had quickly formed a circle around me, perhaps thinking they could avoid my escape. Fools.
I chuckled, sustaining their strong glances at me and crossing my arms on my chest.
“Uh, if I may have a say on my own life, I don’t want to turn back on. I’m actually feeling pretty good the way I am.”
“I’m sorry, love, but you have no idea what you want right now.”
“Out of everyone, Klaus, I really thought you would appreciate this new version of me.” Licking my lips, I walked smoothly to where the Hybrid was whilst hearing everyone’s breathing hitch on their respective throats. “I was obviously wrong.”
“No, darling, you were wrong to get closer enough for me to this.”
Then Klaus, piecing his blue eyes on my own, got hold of my neck, his hands soft on the skin he grasped; sharing one last look, he swiftly twisted it, killing me where I stood. Yet, even though darkness engulfed me pretty quickly, I still formed one last thought: the blond Hybrid was totally right.
The room I woke up to was bright. And amazingly beautiful. Like it belong to a king. Or a queen. Its walls had a miscellaneous set of colours while the expensive furniture was perfectly positioned, like it had been made to that exact spot. The whole thing was simply perfect. However, whatever amazingness I should have been caught into, it was broken the second I realised I was chained up. Urgh, why couldn’t they just let me go? This is so boring!
“She’s awake.” Rebekah muttered, swinging the tall white doors open. “Hello, Y/N.”
“Oh, hello, munchkin.” An ironic smirk lied carelessly on my lips. “Such a nice day, isn’t it?”
“I definitely hate turned off Y/N.” She rolled her eyes, annoyed, yet, I could still see sadness playing on her gorgeous traits. “Come on. I want to try it first.”
“Poor Rebekah, always trying to save the ones she loves.” I said, staring at her emotionlessly. It was odd, though, for the memories of our friendship were still fresh in my mind. I was not able to care, though. “Don’t you get tired?”
The blonde soaked a small blade in a transparent, thin liquid, right before she dug it into me. I could sense the stinging pain, yet, it was not enough. I smiled faintly at her failed attempt to flip the switch back on.
“Try harder, Bekah!” It was teasing. Oldest trick in the world to get people mad. The ones who cared, anyway. “Come on! Fight for me.”
“God, you are such a spoilt brat!” The original snarled, burying the knife deep within my flesh. “Why don’t you obey, for once, the elders?”
“Enough, sister.” Klaus put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her to go any further. “Let me handle it. I might have a better chance.”
“Uh, I feel so especial! The mighty Hybrid caring for me.” A maniac smile changed my traits, giving it a crazy gleam, as he took his sister’s place, removing the blade afterwards. “Well, I should, shouldn’t I? I don’t. I feel nothing. Or does boredom count?”
“Look at me, Y/N.” I raised my chin, defying him by fixating my eyesight on his. “Now pay attention: you are loved. By everyone in this family. We would risk everything for you. Do anything. You’re a Mikaelson just as much as I am. Why don’t you try for us? Me, Rebekah, Elijah, Kol…”
“Really, Niklaus? That’s the trick you are using? Trying to make me feel like I belong?”
“You do belong, Y/N.” He stroke my cheek, his slim fingers tracing my cheekbones. “You are family. Come back to your family.”
“Nah, I don’t think that’ll break me.”
Klaus allowed a tired exhale to slip, shaking his head. I could bet he thought this was going to be easy: just appeal to her loyalty towards her family and she’ll be right back on track. Not exactly, Nik. I bit my bottom lip to avoid a sneer laugh. .
“Don’t make it so difficult, sweetheart.”
“I wouldn’t if you just let me go.”
“You see, darling, that’s not happening. You either flip back on or flip back on. There’s no other possibility.”
“Now what is it? Rage? Or is it pity? Doesn’t matter. It won’t do the trick, Niklaus.”
My last remark had done it for the Hybrid, because the anger within his irises announced what he was going to do next: snap my neck. For the second time. It must be my lucky day.
“Are you awake now, love?” Someone questioned, tenderly massaging my arms, bringing me to a rather spinning reality. I blinked quickly, adjusting to the new found darkness. “Are you okay?”
“I am fine. Perfectly fine.” My voice sounded hoarse, probably due to the hours I spent “asleep”.”I imagined you would be their last resource. The reckless Mikaelson. My boyfriend, or is it ex? I don’t quite know.”
“Oh dear, it’s going to take a lot more than a humanity switch off for you to get rid of me.” He chuckled, bitterly. “I didn’t come here to convince you that this is wrong. I’m afraid you already are aware of it.”
“Then what?” I whispered, fighting against the tiredness. It was getting harder and harder to not feel anything. The emotions were scraping the walls of my head, crawling back to where they belonged. Nevertheless, I would not allow them to surface it. No. Never. “What do you want, mighty Mikaelson? Torture me some more? See if you, out of everyone, can make me flip back on?”
“Nah, I just want to talk to you.”
“Care to be more specific, sweetheart?”
“I want to tell you a story.” He clarified in a smooth tone, his lips dangerously close to mine. His mint scented breath fanning all over my face, making me want to kiss him, to taste that mouth. Urgh. “About a relationship I had in the past.”
“Oh, I see. You do want to bore to death.”
“Quit being a brat and listen!”
“Fine.” A soft sigh escaped as I nodded, agreeing. “Go on.”
“Before I met you, I was madly in love with this girl called Davina Claire. Damn, she was perfect! In every way.” Kol paused, swallowing thickly; perhaps he was struggling with the memories of his old ex girlfriend. “However, when she brought me back to life, it came with a price. I was cursed with an unbearable thirst. I tried to resist! It was worthless, for in the end, she died by my hand. And, God, it hurt like hell! I mean, I had lost the only thing that had ever made me feel something. I killed the only person that had ever touched my soul.”
“Is this supposed to be touching?”
“Oh come on, I’m not finished.”
“Proceed, then. At least it keeps me distracted from this knife buried in my skin.”
“I beg your pardon.” The brown haired Mikaelson smiled, gently, and pulled the blade off, winning a relieved gasp from me. Klaus must have put in back on to keep my blood flowing. “Now, as I was saying, I had lost everything. My magic. My Davina. Then I was bitten by Marcel and put into a slumber.”
“Didn’t you ever live? All your stories end with you in boxes.” The statement slipped and I widened my eyes, surprised. I did not care, why should I be asking stuff?
“I blame Nik for that, but you are right. My life kind of sucked and with Davina gone, it all became pointless again. That was when you, my tiny witty human, showed up.”
“I’m not tiny. Nor witty. Not even human.”
He laughed, clearly amused.
“Yes, you’re still tiny and witty. For me anyway. And I love you. So much.”
“Can’t do anything about it.” I shrugged clumsily, still restrained by the chains soaked in vervain. “This is ridiculous, don’t you see? All of you? I won’t get my feelings back.”
Kol, suddenly, cupped my cheeks, his eyes filled with everything mine lacked. It was hard to sustain the intimate exchange of looks, for tears began to well up on that chocolate sea. If I kept staring, I knew I was not going to be able to resist any longer.
“I don’t want to lose you too, Y/N. You’re the only good thing in my life right now and I can’t afford it. I won’t let you destroy yourself because of a reckless mistake. Because I wasn’t around to teach you.”
I chewed my bottom lip, finally caving in and feeling the energy of my emotions flooding back in. All of it. Pain, guilt, rage, love. Love! I had hurt so many people I loved! How dared I say so many hurtful things to them?
Salty teardrops fell down my cheeks with the realisation of the evil I had performed in the time I spent off. No one should forgive me for what I did or said. I was not worthy of it. A cry rumbled in my chest as I absorbed, bit by bit, the enormous acheness from my previous actions.
“I’m so s-sorry, my love.” Those words came out mingled, stuttered, strangled. I closed my eyes, avoiding the silky, reassuring look I got from my boyfriend when I voiced a coward apology. What good have I done to have someone so sweet to look after me like him? “The pain… It took over me. Made me do things. I thought I was going to break!”
“Hush, sweetheart.” His warm digits silenced me, resting against my mouth delicately. “First let me get you out of these chains.”
“How can you trust me, Kol?”
“We’ve been together for a while now and I got to know your eyes, those sweet Y/E/C eyes, very well. I know when you’re lying.” He broke the iron that held me up, which lead to a clumsily stumble, for I was unable to stand on my feet properly. The brown eyed Mikaelson picked me up, carefully placing me on his toned arms as if I weighed nothing. “Thank you for coming back to me. I don’t what I’d do without you.”
“Oh, Kol.” A goofy sigh slipped. “I will always come back to you.”
Afterwards, a smirk still enlightening his traits, he stole a kiss from my lips. It was just a peck, yet, it made me feel warmer. Of course my guilt, self loathing, hate, the whole package, remained, nonetheless Kol managed to shake it all off, forcing me to concentrate on the present and, for now, that was all I needed.