Hunting’s a total blast until you hit your heat. In between each cycle, you only know how much fun it is to catch a case, to get on the road and feel the rumble of Dean’s car beneath you, all open windows and loud music. The fights are always rough, but in the way that makes you feel strong, in a way that makes your muscles ache with anticipation just to think about it. And of course, there’s the feeling of knowing that you saved someone, that you stopped one small little evil and left the world a little better for it.
But then your heat hits, and you remember. Hunting is not ideal for an Omega.
Summary: You and Chanyeol go way back, and are best friends. It’s become routine for you to come over to the dorms whenever you have a fight with your boyfriend, but lately, he’s been pissed off at you, and you’re not quite sure why. Scenario: angst, fluff Word Count: 6,917
Anon requests:Can you write an imagine where reader has a shitty
relationship with her parents and one night she can’t take it anymore and she
goes to Jughead and he comforts her and they spend the night in the drive in
together? Thanks in advance <3
Jughead x reader where jug and reader is
studying over at the drive in where he lives and then one of the windows are
open and she gets cold and then he gives her one of his sweaters and then
something happens which ends in him confessing his feelings for her and then he
thinks he’s not good enough for her and then she kisses him and a lot of fluff?
times of need, (Y/N) always turns to Jughead for support
Word count: 713
A/N: I hope I did
these requests justice, enjoy!
(Y/N) knocked on the door to the screening room at the
drive-in. She used the back of her hand
to wipe away the tears. Jughead opened
the door wearing a puzzled face.
“Hey,” (Y/N) said, trying to keep her voice from
cracking. “I know it’s late but-” she
hesitated, not knowing what to say. “I…
I have a biology test tomorrow that I’m really stressed about. Can I study here with you?”
“Yeah,” Jughead nodded, noticing her abnormally puffy
eyes. “Yeah, of course, come in.” He opened the door wider so that she could
enter. (Y/N) shuffled into the room,
trying to keep her sniffles as quiet as possible. She plopped down on his bed and wrapped her
arms around herself, ever so slightly rocking back and forth. “You okay?” Jughead asked, sitting down next
“What?” she mumbled, turning her head upwards so she could
look at his face. “Yeah, I’m just tired.”
“Then maybe you should go home,” he suggested. “I’m sure you’ll do fine on your biology
“No!” she shot up from the bed. “I can’t- I’m not going home.” Jughead stood up too and walked towards (Y/N).
“Why not?” he questioned, crossing his arms as he neared
her. She remained silent. “(Y/N)?”
“It’s my parents!” she cried, giving up her façade. “They… I can’t anymore, Jughead.” Immediately understanding, Jughead pulled (Y/N)
into his arms. He enveloped her in a
comforting hug, burying his face into her hair.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, stroking his thumb across her
skin. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” Quietly, she sobbed into his chest, staining
his shirt with tears. They stood there
in the middle of the room like that for a couple of minutes before Jughead
pulled away. He kept his hands on her
shoulders as he held her in front of him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” (Y/N)
shook her head.
“No,” she whispered.
Jughead frowned but nodded.
“Did they hurt you?” he questioned, concernedly gazing into
her eyes. She bit her lip hesitantly,
but rolled up her long-sleeved shirt to reveal bruises decorating both of her
forearms. “Jesus Christ, (Y/N).” She said
nothing, only rolled down her sleeves so that they covered her hands.
“Can I stay here tonight, Jug?” (Y/N) asked quietly. Jughead nodded frantically.
“Yes, of course,” he agreed.
“There’s no way in hell that I’m letting you go back home.”
“Thank you, Jug,” (Y/N) softly smiled.
“You know we’re playing Clueless
right now,” he said, a smile creeping up on his lips as he tried to lighten the
mood. “Do you wanna go outside and watch
it?” (Y/N)’s smile widened.
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
Jughead grinned as he grabbed her hand, leading her outside. The night was frigid, and (Y/N) immediately
grew cold with her lack of a jacket.
Jughead noticed her shivering, and held up a finger to signal for her to
wait for him as he ran back inside. He
walked back out holding a sweater, and (Y/N) grinned. She slipped it on over her shirt, thanking
“Come on,” he urged, leading her to a comfortable place to
sit and watch the movie. The drive-in
was completely vacant, Jughead and (Y/N) being the only two people watching the
movie. Jughead wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s
shoulders and she rested her head against him.
They watched the movie together in blissful silence. Neither of them were focused on the movie,
though; instead, they took turns staring at each other when they thought the
other wasn’t looking. Once the movie
finished, (Y/N) shifted so that she could properly look up at Jughead’s face.
“Jug,” she whispered, causing him to glance down at
her. He didn’t say anything, and so (Y/N)
pushed herself up so her lips could reach his.
Jughead softly cupped her face as he kissed back, holding her like she
was a porcelain doll. When they
separated, they rested their foreheads against each other as they smiled.
“I don’t deserve you, (Y/N),” he whispered, keeping his eyes
closed. (Y/N) smiled sadly and leaned in
for another kiss.
“You do, Jug,” she whispered against his lips. “It’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”
“No,” he said, pulling away from her. He brushed his thumb across her lips. “You deserve everything beautiful the world
offers you, (Y/N).”
My legs couldn’t possibly move any faster but I tried anyway.
I couldn’t remember what I was running from, all I knew was that it struck fear in every vein in my body.
“Paul!” I screamed, pushing up the incline that the forest provided.
“Paul!” I screamed again, tears flowing freely down my face.
I kept running, and running but I knew this entity was gaining on me. I felt its presence along my back, felt it’s heavy breathing on my neck.
“Paul!” I screamed one last time before the entity snaked its hand around my throat.
I woke up drenched in sweat. My pajamas sticking to every inch of my body.
“Shit.” I muttered into the empty room.
I grabbed my phone to look at the time.
‘1:22 am.’ I thought.
It was almost time for Paul to get off from patrols and I couldn’t let him see me like this. The man goes out every night looking for vampires for crying out loud, the last thing he needed after yet another long night was coming to see me and me panicking over a nightmare.
I got some fresh clothes and headed to the bathroom to rinse myself from the disgusting amount of sweat the nightmare produced.
When I got out, Paul was climbing through my bedroom window.
“Hey, baby.” he greeted, nearly knocking himself out on the window pane.
“Hey.” I greeted, trying my hardest not to let the terror I just went through show.
“You okay?” he asked, sitting himself at his usual seat along my bedroom wall.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just haven’t been to sleep yet.” I lied, walking over to him.
I was welcomed by open arms and gladly leaped into them, wrapping my arms around his inferno of a torso.
I was just getting comfortable, finding solace in the presence of Paul and the unusual silence he brought with him tonight.
“Y/N, you’re shaking.” he whispered, taking my hand in his.
It was then I realized that I was in fact shaking, and I couldn’t even stop it.
“Y/N, baby, tell me what’s wrong.” he urged, turning to face me, stroking his thumb over my cheek.
“It was just a dumb ass nightmare.” I answered, my voice coming out too hoarse to sound even remotely convincing.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, pulling me back into him.
“No.” I answered honestly, burying my face deeper into his chest. My tears starting to drench his shirt.
“Okay. Then, we’ll just sit here.” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“No, Paul, baby you need to sleep. I’ll be fine, it was just a nightmare.” I said, trying to wiggle out from his embrace.
“What I need is for you to be okay. You don’t need worry about me okay, baby? You just let me take care of you. As long as you’re okay? I’ll be perfectly fine.” he said, pressing a gentle yet passionate kiss to my lips.
And that’s the last thing I remember before drifting off into a perfect, dreamless sleep.
Summary: You find out Peter is spider man, angry and disappointed you try and ignore him, but you can’t stay away.
Word count: 1,396
Warnings: minor swearing, and a short make out
Ned and I were sitting on Peter’s bed waiting for him to get home from his “Stark internship”. Which I think is actual bs. It may be true he’s working with Stark but there’s something else to this. He’s lying about something. Ned was holding the death star he had just finished, fiddling with the lego characters as I sighed and laid back.
“Do you think Peter’s going to be back soon?” Ned asked me as moved around trying to get comfortable.
“Who knows when he’ll be back from his stark internship” I replied my voice laced with annoyance. We sat there a couple minutes longer until we heard the window opening. Ned was about to say something, but I sprung up covering his mouth. I was thinking it might be a robber or something because who would come through the window, but all of the sudden Spiderman was on the ceiling of Peter’s room. Ned’s mouth was practically on the ground. Mine was the same as his as spider man took off his mask revealing my best friend since age 3. Peter fucking Parker. Peter closed the door and both Ned and I were both speechless until Peter turned around his mouth even wider than Ned as he dropped the death star on the ground.
“You’re spider man” Ned exclaimed
“No, I’m not” Peter Panicked
“Peter you were literally crawling on the ceiled” I squealed.
“I can’t believe this is happening right,” he said under his breath taking off his suit and standing in only his boxers. I mean I wasn’t complaining because he got ripped. I definitely was staring too long because I saw Peter blush and bow his head. The shock soon turned into anger. I grabbed my bag about to leave until out of nowhere May burst into this very awkward situation and told Peter they were going out to dinner and quickly telling him to put clothes on. Ned was freaking out and I just kind of stood there silent. Peter quickly told us we needed to leave obviously not in the mood to deal with this. Ned was still attacking Peter with questions and got up quickly leaving the room not wanting to deal with this either. I felt Peter’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. He knew I was angry with him. I was feeling a huge mix of anger, sadness, anxiety, and annoyance. I wasn’t really that mad I was more upset that he didn’t trust me and that he had been ditching me and lying to me constantly. I was also upset that as a 15-year-old boy he was putting himself in dangerous situations where he could easily die. I lived in the same apartment as Peter and Ned I just lived 2 stories above. I opened up the door to my apartment and practically ran to my room and plopped into my bed. I turned off my lamp immediately going to bed. To be completely honest I didn’t want to think about this anymore.
The next morning I woke up wishing last night was a dream, but I had to face reality, but I didn’t have to deal with it directly. So I rushed and put clothes on and texted Ned I was not going to walk to school them today because I had to get there early to talk to a teacher. Which was bullshit because I didn’t want to deal with Peter at all today, but that was going to be a challenge since I had 4 classes with him, sat by him in 2. Good thing I brought my headphones. Today was going to be a long day. Of course, I had the first hour with him. Plus we were doing a lab in chemistry and he was my partner. I decided it would be best if I walked in last minute with both my headphones in thinking he’d possibly take the hint, but knowing Peter I doubt he would leave me alone. I walked into class as the bell rang and ducked my head down a bit thinking no one would notice me.
“Y/N you look pissed” Flash laughed
“Shut it asshole” I spat, Flash is a grade A douchebag and hate him more than I hate Peter right now and to be completely honest that’s saying a lot.
“Damn girl you’re feisty today,” he said with a raspy tone, I rolled my eyes, and took my seat next to Peter who was fidgeting and looked like he was about to jump out of his seat.
“Y/N listen I’m sor-”
“Peter I don’t want to hear it, your secret safe with me”
“Wait Y/N bu-”
“Peter we can talk about this later let’s just get this lab done please, I don’t want to deal with this right now” I argued, it almost sounded like I was whining. It got Peter to back off though and that’s what I needed. I wasn’t truly mad anymore. I was just upset he didn’t trust me.
The bell finally rang after an excruciating 49 minutes of Peter staring at me with puppy dog eyes. This kid knew exactly how to get me to forgive him. I’m a sucker for those damn puppy eyes. What sucked is the rest of the day he looked at me like that, but it was different from the times he used them when we were just play fighting. He actually looked like he was in so much pain. He looked like he was suffering, and I felt horrible. It was the end of the day, and I saw him moping by his locker. I honestly suck at holding grudges and the more I think about I understand why he didn’t tell me. He turned around and made eye contact with me and the world began going in slow motion. His brown orbs made me feel as if I was melting into the ground. I could literally see tears form in his eyes and I couldn’t be even slightly angry anymore. I just began walking towards him.
“Y/N please don’t hate me, I can’t lo-” I cut him off pulling him into a hug. I had my hand around his neck and I buried my head into his neck breathing in his scent. I think I took him by surprise because it took him a second to wrap his arms around my waist and hug me tighter that I was hugging him.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Y/N, I just wanted to keep you safe” he whispered, I pulled from the hug and held his cheek.
“Hey look, Peter, It’s okay I’m not mad anymore, I seriously overreacted,” I said wiping a single tear from his cheek.
“No it’s not okay I feel ho-” I cut him off grabbing the collar of his shirt and planting my lips on his. I don’t know what the hell had gotten into me, but his lips felt amazing. My eyes were closed, but if they were open I knew his eyes would be wide open. It took him a couple seconds to comprehend what was happening, but after a good 10 seconds he started to kiss bad and placed his hands on my hips. I removed my hands from his collar and wrapped them around his neck and started to tug on his hair causing him to groan into my mouth, making me smile into the kiss. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip and I gladly let his tongue slip into my mouth. He squeezed my hips making me moan into his mouth which makes him chuckle. I pulled him even closer to me than humanly possible, but eventually, I had to pull away for air resting my forehead on his.
“Wow,” I said breathlessly.
“If I knew that was gonna happen if you found out, I would have told you way sooner,” he said still shocked at what had just happened
“Oh my god Peter” I giggle pushing his chest. He grabbed my hand and we began walking home. I honestly have no idea what I just did, but this was gonna change everything, and think for the better.
A/N: Order of Phoneix time frame when the twins are in their last year, also idk if there is a difference on how wizards find out they’re pregnant ant muggles/humans do… so I just went with the good ol’ test.
Order of Phoneix Headquarters Beginning of Christmas Holiday
You bury your face in your hands as you sit on the edge of the bathtub. The literal fate of the rest of your life is resting on the three sticks sitting on top of the basin of the sink.
You take a glance at your watch and let out a deep breath. There is still two minutes left and you’re dying inside. All the thoughts on how this will affect your future along with George’s… don’t forget the timing of it too.
Your thoughts get cut off by the bathroom door flinging open.
“Ron!” You shout.
“Oh… sorry.” Ron awkwardly apologizes, eyes snapping from the basin to you then he slams the door close. You can feel your heart pounding against your chest.
Timeskip Living Room Area
You plop back down on your spot on the couch next to your lovely red-headed boyfriend. He wraps his arm around you, pecking your forehead causing a smile to appear on your face.
Once you hear him go back to the conversation, you take a glance over at Ron. He raises his eyebrows, silently asking, you nod. His eyes light up and he looks over at his older brother, a different kind of feeling when he sees him talking.
He turns back to you, mouthing a ‘congratulations’ in which you smile at him. Your focus gets snapped back to George when he squeezes your thigh, signaling you to join the conversation.
A/N: so this isn’t
based off of any request, I was just inspired to write this fic. hope you
“It’ll be like old times,” Betty said,
hopeful eyes staring at Archie.
“The three musketeers,” he laughed. Betty bit her lip, her smile slightly fading.
“Actually, Archie,” she corrected,
“there were four of us.”
“(Y/N)!” a newly-turned six year old Archie exclaimed. "I didn’t think you were gonna come!“
"Of course I came!” (Y/N) giggled, stepping into the Andrews
house. "You’re my best friend.“
Archie pulled (Y/N) into a hug.
"You’re my best friend too, (Y/N),” he grinned.
“Yeah, four of us,” Archie muttered,
turning away from Betty. She frowned, realizing she reopened that wound too
“I’m sorry Archie, I didn’t mean-”
“It’s fine, Betty,” Archie grimaced.
“No, I shouldn’t have brought it up,”
“But there were four of us,” Archie
admitted. "I guess I was just
trying to forget the fourth.“
"Why do we only come here when they play this movie?” ten year
old (Y/N) questioned, gesturing towards the movie playing on the Twilight
Drive-In screen. Archie shrugged,
wrapping his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders.
“Because it’s my favorite,” he replied. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“Don’t you want to watch something else for a change?” she asked,
looking up at him with a smile. "You
know, discover something new?“
"No,” Archie refused her suggestion, immaturely shaking his
head. "I like things just the way
Archie couldn’t get (Y/N) out of his head for the
rest of the day. Throughout school, and
after school during the preparations for Jughead’s party, Archie’s mind kept
going back to (Y/N). For two years, he
had blocked out all memories of her. Now,
she was pictured clear in his mind. Her
memory was haunting him, and Archie could do nothing but push through the day
as if nothing was wrong.
"Archie,” (Y/N) whimpered, standing on his front porch. He ran out towards her and enveloped her in a
hug as soon as he reached her.
“What?” he asked, burying his face into her hair. "What’s wrong?“ (Y/N) gripped onto his t-shirt, her hands
desperately holding onto her best friend.
"I’m moving,” she sobbed. "I’m moving next month.“ Archie’s arms dropped, and he took a step back.
"Moving?” he echoed. "But
what about 8th grade?“ (Y/N)
helplessly shrugged, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks. "It’s our last year before high school.
We were gonna…” The rest of
Archie’s sentence was stuck in his throat.
“I know,” she cried. "I
know, Archie. You think I wanted this?“ He frantically shook his head.
"No, no, of course not.”
“We’re leaving in July,” she explained. "I tried to convince my parents not to
move, or at least to leave me behind.“
"You could stay with us,” Archie offered. A bittersweet smile creeped onto (Y/N)’s lips.
“I know,” she said. “I told them that.”
“Jesus, (Y/N),” Archie mumbled as he stumbled into
his bedroom, ignoring the party going on downstairs. "(Y/N).“ He repeated her name over and over again,
reminiscing on the way her name felt on his tongue. All the memories that he had hidden away from
himself came tumbling back, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions that
he had forgotten how they felt. He
frustratedly tugged at his hair, struggling to cope with his feelings. Her sparkling eyes and joyous laugh were still
engraved in the back of his mind. How
could he ever forget? "God, (Y/N),
I’m so sorry.” He continued to
drunkenly pace around his room, head spinning with memories of (Y/N). Every moment they shared, every hug they had,
every chance he missed to tell her he loved her. He missed every single opportunity he had to
tell her. "I should’ve told
her,“ he moaned. An idea lit up in
Archie’s mind, so he began to search his room. He tossed clothes and blankets aside until he
found his phone laying on his nightstand. He picked it up and immediately dialed (Y/N)’s
number by memory.
"I’m sorry, this number no longer
exists,” the monotonous robot answered his call. Archie screamed out in frustration, throwing
his phone across his room against the wall.
“I want to talk to her!” he screamed,
punching his bed. "I need her!“
"Archie?” Veronica called out as she cautiously
his room. He paused his rampage as he
turned to face the raven-haired girl.
“What?” he snapped.
“You’re making a lot of noise,” Veronica
ignored the bite in his voice. "I
wanted to make sure you’re okay.“
"I’m not…” he clutched his head,
sitting down on his bed, “I’m not okay. She’s gone.”
“Who?” Veronica questioned, sitting
next to Archie.
“(Y/N),” he moaned. "(Y/N)’s gone.“
"Who’s that?” Veronica asked. Archie glared at her and stood up, stepping
away from her.
“I loved her,” he whispered, flopping
back onto his bed. Veronica frowned. "God, I should’ve left Riverdale when my
"But then we would’ve never met,”
Veronica quipped. "And that,
Archiekins, would be a tragedy of epic proportions.“ She glanced at his lips, then back up to his
eyes. Leaning in, she connected her lips
with his. It only lasted a moment before
Archie pulled away.
"No, Veronica,” he stopped her. "I’m sorry, but… you’re not her.“
"I’m sorry,” she apologized. "That was stupid and selfish of me, I
"It’s fine,” Archie interrupted her. "It’s not your fault, I just… the wound
is still kinda fresh, you know?“ Veronica
"She sounds lovely,” she offered. "Can you tell me about her?“ Archie inhaled deeply.
"We were best friends,” he started, and
a smile already grew on his face. "Our
parents were good friends, so we knew each other since birth. We were two peas in a pod. Then we met Jughead and Betty, and we became
the four musketeers. We’d do everything
together. But (Y/N) and I were still the
"When did you fall in love with her?”
“I think I always was,” Archie answered
truthfully. Veronica sighed; she knew there
was no competing with even the memory of (Y/N). "But I don’t think I realized it until I
"Did you know some people have already had their first kiss?”
(Y/N) asked Archie as she sat on a swing.
“Like who?” he questioned. They were eleven.
“I heard Cheryl kissed someone,” (Y/N) shrugged. "I don’t know who though.“
"She could be lying,” Archie said.
“Josie, too,” (Y/N) interjected.
“Maybe they kissed each other,” Archie laughed, and (Y/N)
giggled with him. Once their laughs died
down, they swung in silence.
“Who do you want to be your first kiss?” (Y/N) broke the
“I don’t know,” Archie shrugged. "What about you?“
"There’s not really anyone I want to kiss,” she answered. "The only good guys in Riverdale are you
"Would you kiss Jughead?”
“Ew, no!” she squealed. "Jughead is like my brother!“
"Am I a brother to you?” Archie asked. (Y/N) grew quiet and shrugged.
“You’re my best friend, Arch,” she responded.
“So does that mean you would kiss me?” he smirked. (Y/N) blushed.
“Would you kiss me?” she countered, causing Archie to blush. They both grew quiet, each embarrassed by the
thought of kissing each other.
“I’d want you to be my first kiss,” he said. (Y/N)’s head snapped up to look at Archie.
“Really?” she asked. He
nodded. "I want you to be my first
"What if…” Archie nervously stuttered, “What if we did
it now? Like, kiss each other. Just so that we’re definitely each other’s
first kiss.” (Y/N) pretended to
contemplate it for a moment, but she already knew her answer.
“Sure,” she agreed nonchalantly. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest. Archie jumped off of the swing and stepped
towards (Y/N). Both of their eyes
fluttered closed, and they pressed their lips against each other’s. They pulled apart a second after, a blush
spreading across both of their cheeks. Archie hopped back onto the swing next to (Y/N). Neither of them spoke about the kiss.
“Do you think she knew?” Veronica
asked. Archie raised a puzzled eyebrow. "Do you think she knew that you loved her?“
she elaborated. Archie shrugged.
"Maybe,” he responded. "I hope so. I never told her, though. God, I should’ve told her.“
"Hey,” Veronica reached a comforting
hand out towards Archie. "Don’t
beat yourself up over it. From what you
told me, it sounds like she knew.“
"You think so?”
“I do,” Veronica nodded. "And from what I can tell, I think she
loved you too.“
A/N: Finally after trying to write all day, I finally got part 2 done. Enjoy more art collector, sugar daddy T’Challa since I know you guys got all these feels going on from the trailer drop yesterday. I know I do. Also, I’m pretty sure I want to do a part 3. Who would be down for that?
You were sitting in your office having a meeting with your
assistant when an intern popped her head to tell you that you had a call from
someone. You apologized to your assistant as you picked up the phone.
BTS Reaction - Their gf gets clingy when she’s sleepy
I was wondering if you could do a bts reaction where you get really clingy when you’re sleepy? Thank you in advance 🌌💚
SO MUCH FLUFFFFF
When Yoongi wants to sleep, he just wants to sleep. So when it’s late, and the two of you are sitting on the couch watching a movie that completely disinterests you, you’re hoping it just ends so you can sleep already.
“Yoongi,” you say as he intently watches the movie, where bombs are going off and men are shouting. You tug on his shirt and move your body closer to him, so your cheek is pressed against his shoulder. Making a face, it’s not close enough for you, so you climb onto his lap and rest your head on his shoulder while wrapping your arms around his waist.
Yoongi just makes a face, “Really, Y/N.” But when you don’t move, he just sighs and turns the movie off before bringing you upstairs. You don’t even waste time being apart from him, because as soon as he lies down you’re clinging to him again.
He knew how you got when you were sleepy, so when you had accompanied your boyfriend to the studio one day and ended up staying there late into the night, you couldn’t help yourself. Laying on the couch in the studio, you sat there on your phone, trying not to be annoying while Namjoon continued to write lyrics and mess with the soundboard.
Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. You got up and walked behind him, your head resting on his shoulder. “Namjoon,” you whispered, your lips against his neck but your eyes closed, already half asleep. “I’m sleepy,” you said, louder.
“Baby, you know I’m trying to -” He began, but seeing as you weren’t going to move unless he came with you, Namjoon sighed before standing up and taking you into his warm embrace, where he dragged you to the car and drove home where you clung to him even more.
It was 5 AM - and you just weren’t having it. After a long day the night before, you couldn’t believe you had agreed to come with Hoseok to the studio this morning. You had been putting it off because of how early he had to go in and practice, and he was beginning to nag you about it.
“Hoseok,” you drawled, grabbing onto the back of his sweatshirt as he walked down the hallway of the dimly lit company building. You caught him by surprise, and he slowed down to wrap an arm around your shoulders as you involuntarily dragged your feet down the carpet.
“Wake up,” your boyfriend said, laughing as you tripped over your own two feet. You just grappled at his hoodie again, breathing in his scent and then automatically wrapping your arms around his waist. “Aish, Y/N, I have to go practice…”
“Y/N, I gotta go get something,” Jungkook said, detaching himself from your grip as you clung to him like a koala to a tree. He jogged down the hallway, looking back to laugh at your annoyed, sleepy face.
You wouldn’t let him get away from you that easily, so you shuffled after him and slammed right into his back, burying your face in the soft fabric of his t-shirt. You heard him laugh again, this time an arm coming back to drape over your shoulders.
“Hey,” you began to say as he pulled you closer to him, sure he would abandon you like he did a few weeks ago, but as he dragged you down the hallway with him to the waiting room, you felt his lips press themselves firmly against your forehead. “Why are you so sleepy, baby?” He murmured.
You flopped onto the couch as soon as you walked in the door, shoes and all. The day you had was insane - meetings and clients and too much standing wore you out completely. Taehyung just looked at you with a small smile playing on his lips, his eyes cast downwards to your tired face.
“Today was the worst,” you said, slipping your heels off and curling up against your boyfriend, who was watching We Got Married on the television. “Oh, yeah? Wanna tell me about it?” He responded, focused on the TV. Your hand went up to curl around his neck, and you pulled yourself up so your body was pushed against his chest.
“I guess not,” he laughed, turning his head to kiss your cheek as you drifted off, and you felt his hand come up and rub your back while he continued to watch his show.
He continued to let out his windshield laugh as you clung to him like a teddy bear. It was 6 AM, and you swear you were more tired than you had ever been in your life that morning. Combined with the other early starts you were beginning to hat, the effects of sleep hadn’t wore off yet in the slightest.
“Jagi, come on,” Jin would laugh, lifting his arms to show the other boys how clingy you were being. You heard him say, “She gets like this when it’s early.” Your boyfriend would look down at you, your head hung as your eyes remained closed.
He would pull you towards the couch, and sit down with you in his lap. “Just go without me, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He explained waving the other boys off as his attention was finally focused on you. “I don’t want you to leave, you’re nice and warm,” you mumbled, borrowing into his chest. “Aish…”
Poor Jimin, you’d be clinging to him so badly. It would be in the middle of the day, but you had been tossing and turning all night the night before because you kept waking up. He’d beg you to just let him go to the bathroom for five minutes, but you just kept clinging to him.
Your hand would have his shirt in between your fists and your face would be buried in his neck, while his arms snaked around you. His hands would rub your back while you hid against him, and he just casually talked to the other boys while you held onto your boyfriend.
“Y/N…come on, I think its time for you to lay down.” Jimin would say quietly, walking you to the sofa where he’d pull a blanket up to your chin. Right as he was about to leave the room, your hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. “Y/N,” he sighed, coming back towards you and eventually giving in, where he lied down next to you. Your noses were touching as you drifted off, his hand gently rubbing your back.
Summary: “We don’t meet people by accident. They’re meant to cross our path for a reason” but sometimes it’s a little awkward.
Word Count:2,565 (wtf?!)
Warnings: Language, Drinking, Implied Sex, The Fluffiest Fluff that ever Fluffed
A/N: Written for Bee’s writing challenge. I’m so sorry… it took me forever to write this. I hope it’s okay.
The bar was empty except for another patron and the
bartender who was cleaning mugs with a rag. It was late and you should have
been in bed, sleeping soundlessly, but you were too nervous to sleep. So you got
dressed in the first clothes that came to hand, grabbed your keys and decided to
take a stroll around the neighbourhood.
Of course, that didn’t do a thing to calm your nerves so you
settled for the next best thing: a bar not too far from your apartment. You
only had a ten dollar bill and some change in your pocket, but it was enough to
order their cheapest drink -a vodka cranberry.
for the summer of mutual pining: what do you think of the numerous times viktor watched yuuri cuddle makkachin and was seized with the almost violent urge to wrap himself around them both
This is the most important ask I will ever receive honestly.
Since the day Victor learned Yuuri lost a poodle recently, he resolves to be strong when it comes to Yuuri and Makkachin. Which is not always easy. For one, Makkachin insists on spending every other night with Yuuri in his twin bed, when really they should both be in Victor’s bigger and vastly more comfortable California King.
But Victor’s been here for weeks now. He knows that things are going to be different than he imagined. (Not bad different. But surprising, nonetheless.) And Yuuri needs Makkachin. The hope is that he might one day need Victor, too, but when you have trouble asking things of people, it’s much easier to ask things of a cute dog.
And then Victor’s resolve was tested so many times.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stuart Twombly/Reader Words: 2,656 AN: A little birdie told me there’s going to be a couple of Stuart fics coming out in the next week….here’s one for ya. I love you guys, I hope you like!
Your boyfriend Stuart worked long hours a lot, and it could get pretty lonely. He loved his job, and you knew it he was good at it. He was incredibly smart, and he’d been chosen out of hundreds of applicants for the internship that got him started with Google, and you were so, so proud of him. You just missed him.
He texted you whenever he had a free moment, asking you about your day, and making plans with you for dinner, telling you stories about his co-workers, or jokes that made you laugh. But sometimes you wished he could stay in bed with you all day, putting those fingers to better use on your body, instead of on his phone or computer.
The tapes were a complex situation to say the least. Zach Dempsey knew everyone’s dirty laundry. He did and everyone’s tape varied in how much it weighed on him. Justin’s second tape, that was shitty. He had to admit he didn’t look at his friend the same way anymore. Zach, he had a girlfriend now. He’d been talking to her for months until she finally agreed to go out with him. Quiet, but in theater and dance, Y/N never really wanted to date jocks. He pursued her for a while.
She had the wrong class with him, biology. Watching him in the class was captivating. He was so engrossed in the material and it was obvious he loved it more than basketball. She’d gotten stuck at basketball games because her friends would want to go. She’d seen how good Zach was. Probably the best on the entire team. But there was a look in his eyes that he got when he learned more about biology. AP biology was the only advanced placement class he took.
That’s when she knew he was different. After being made table partners in biology, she noticed him staring at her during tests and other activities where the teacher wasn’t lecturing. He started sitting with her at lunch. At first her friends stayed, but then they moved over a table, leaving the two of them alone. His friends watched from afar, with huge grins on their faces. She didn’t really know what Zach Dempsey’s intentions were.
He seemed different, but at the same time, at times he would speak like any other jock would to a girl. She tried to bore him at first, it didn’t work. Even if she was completely silent, he would sit there, watching her eat, a slight smile on his face.
After two months of lunches like this, she opened up to him. She began to like him. He began to sound like a person when he talked, rather than a fumbling idiot. And sooner rather than later she was his official girlfriend.
It was Tuesday, the day she and Zach would get together and study. Or ‘study’ depending on how much biology they had to work on. The last few Tuesdays had been weird. Usually, they’d get home right after school so they could beat her parents home, and they’d fool around. Right away, he’d get handsy. The last few Tuesday’s it hadn’t been like that. She had to initiate everything. He’d let her do some things to him, but he wouldn’t really do anything for her. On this Tuesday, she leaned in and kissed his neck, he didn’t really move and continued to read out of the biology textbook.
“Okay, I know I’ve gained weight. We just need to stop going for dessert so much. But am I really that gross? We haven’t been together that long. This is the honeymoon stage. We’re supposed to fool around. Like constantly.” Zach shut his book, laying back on the bed, looking more than beaten down.
“Not every couple’s the same- we don’t have to do stuff constantly.” He said, still reading out of the textbook. She felt herself turn bright red.
She backed away from him, cuddling up to a pillow at the head of the bed. He sighed, shutting his textbook.
“It’s not you, of course it’s not you. Come here.” He laid next to her, his arms snaking around her waist. He eventually moving to where he was on top of her, hovering.
“Is this okay?” He mumbled. She nodded, guiding his hands up her shirt. She didn’t respond verbally, she just ran her hands through his hair as he kissed down her neck. He suddenly rolled over, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and button up his shirt.
“Okay, you have to tell me what’s wrong, Zach. Do I bore you now? What’s wrong?” He was breathing heavily, but he wouldn’t look up at her.
“I just never want you to be overpowered. Or trapped.” His head was now buried in his hands. She couldn’t tell if he was crying or not.
“What are you talking about? If I was uncomfortable I would tell you.” She crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.
“Promise me that.” He mumbled, interlacing his fingers with hers.
“I promise. But why are you freaking out about this all of a sudden?” She asked in almost a whisper.
“I’m huge, I’m 6'3 and your so small an-” she cut him off, letting out a breathy laugh.
“You’ve always been a tree, and I’ve always been small, compared to you. There’s something else going on.” She got off the bed and went to her desk, taking a makeup removing wipe and beginning to take all of her makeup off. She was simply finding something to do.
She didn’t know what to expect of his answer. She wondered if he knew how much this was eating at her.
“Y/N it’s not your fault. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry if you don’t get it I-” she sighed, not understanding how he was so dense.
“You’re hurting me by not telling me what the hell is going on, Zach! You’ve been acting weird for weeks now.” Her eyes became watery.
She wasn’t sad, necessarily, but she had severe anxiety that would force her to tears at times. Whether she was sad, or nervous, or frustrated. Sometimes even if she was confused. This was one of those times. Zach knew she was getting anxious and concern filled his eyes as soon as he saw the tears.
“Hey, hey-” she turned her back to him sharply, bowing her head as she tried to catch her breath.
“Get out. Now. Leave.” She said, still not turning to look at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what else to do.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Some stuff has happened and I don’t know how to feel.” She felt herself softening. She sniffled, biting her lip as she regained her composure.
“Specifics.” She said simply. He rolled his eyes. He didn’t know how to tell her. But he knew he had to. He could feel her trust slipping through his fingers.
“It’s just- a friend of mine. I found out he raped a girl. Actually, he raped two. And it got me thinking- I just- I don’t know how I’d live with myself if I ever did something and you were uncomfortable. I love you. I hate the idea of hurting you.” She turned around, he wasn’t crying, but he was trembling.
She covered her mouth, tears spilling out of her eyes. Someone she likely knew was a rapist. She didn’t know what to think. Of course she was curious. Who the hell was the rapist among Zach’s friends?
She felt dirty, as it was true that she hung out with them quite frequently.
“You’re not a rapist, Zach. I’d tell you if I didn’t want to. You have to trust that I trust you. You have to trust yourself.” She took his hand and led him to sit on the edge of her bed.
She sat on his lap, hugging his head against her chest. She did this quite a lot. He said he loved hearing her heartbeat, that it made him feel less lonely.
“If you’re worried about consent, I give it to you every time. I’ve never been uneasy or wary about anything.” He let out a groan. She looked at him as he looked around.
He acted as if he was thinking about what to say next.
“What qualifies as consent? Words, I guess. But how else am I supposed to know for sure?” She smiled at him. It wasn’t a great topic, sure. But he cared. He was showing how much he cared and that was beautiful.
“I guess I don’t really know. But, do you know how many times I’ve shoved you off of me? A lot. But guess what?” She looked at him. He bit back a smile, probably thinking of how hormonal he could be at times. He mumbled for her to continue, his cheeks blushed over a bit.
“After I push you away, you don’t keep at it. You accept my answer. All the times I haven’t given consent, you’ve listened.” He smiled and she grabbed his face, making him look at her. She looked him in the eyes for a while.
“Maybe you’re trying to keep me out of this for my benefit but.. please tell me you’re going to report this. Or that someone has already reported it.” He looked away from her. How was he going to tell her that he’d given the evidence to the next person?
“I-I don’t have the evidence anymore. It’s this process. I wish I could tell you, but I can’t. It’ll come out, though. And if it doesn’t, I’ll- I’ll go to the police.” She smiled sadly at him, wrapping her arms around him. He would, she knew he would.
DIDNT KNOW ID GET TWO UP TODAY! Keep requesting all! If I haven’t responded to you, don’t think that I didn’t get them, I’m working on them all and have a lineup. There will be a part two of this to simply fill the request’s specifics more, so look for that. Thanks :)
Pairing: Protective!Bucky Barnes x reader Words: 541 Warning: none. Just some cute fluff.
Summary: Reader’s ex-boyfriend comes back to pick up some things and meets Bucky, her new boyfriend.
I wrote another short one-shot because this idea popped into my head when I saw that gif above and the scene from Gossip Girl. Thanks Carter!
It’s been one month since [Y/N] threw
her ex onto the streets of New York City and she was very glad that
she did that. There were some guys who were a thousand times better
than this asshole she called her boyfriend one month ago.
She was just sitting on the couch in
her living room and read one of her favorite books when [Y/N] heard
someone unlocking the door. Confused, she looked up from the pages as
Ryan stumbled into the room.
“Oh…I had hoped you wouldn’t
be…hi” he mumbled and scratched his neck. Sighing, [Y/N] buried
her hands in her hair before she looked up again “What do you want
“I wanted to pick up the last things
of me. My sweats and…the coffee machine. You’re alone?” Ryan put
down the carton in his hands when Bucky came out of the bathroom. He
was rolling up the sleeves of his shirt and looked at her
ex-boyfriend “No…she’s with me”
“Ryan, this is Bucky. My boyfriend”
[Y/N] smiled as he leaned over the backrest and gave her a kiss on
her cheek. She took his metal hand and stroke with her thumb over the
backside of it.
Both saw how Ryan tensed up and his jaw
clenched while he was looking at Bucky “Shall I…go or do you want
to…?” “Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you” [Y/N] grinned
sweetly and jumped from the couch. Swiftly she walked to her bedroom
and left Ryan alone with Bucky, who was staring at him. He had his
arms crossed in front of his chest and looked much bigger and more
dangerous now. Ryan tried to avoid his gaze when James turned away
and walked into the open kitchen to pour himself a coffee. Slowly, he
took a sip from his cup and looked at Ryan “So…I have to thank
you, Ryan. Because you were such an ass, I have the honour to love
and date this wonderful woman” he winked “but still I would like to
give you a lecture in how to treat a woman. Sadly I promised [Y/N]
that I wouldn’t kill you so you’re save.”
Before Ryan could say something, [Y/N]
came back and threw Ryan’s sweats to him “There you are. Now please
leave.” she smiled and went to Bucky, who was sitting next to the
counter and raised an eyebrow “You can buy yourself a new coffee
machine. We’ll take care of yours”
“Oh and you can leave the keys here.
Bucky needs them more than you” [Y/N] nodded to the keys that he was
holding in his hands. Muttering he threw them on the couch and left
while slamming the door shot.
“You’re so hot when you’re
protective” [Y/N] turned her head towards Bucky who put his cup
down. He smiled and turned to her so she was standing between his
legs while he was sitting on the bar stool. Grinning, James pulled
her closer “Well, that’s my job. I will always look after my best
girl” She smiled, kissed him softly on his plump lips and wrapped
her arms around his neck before he broke the kiss and mumbled “I
love you so much, doll”
“Same, Sergeant, same” she grinned
and kissed him again.
Finished. I hope you liked it! Leave me some ideas for other one-shots in my ask box or just say hello
-The more you eat, the hornier I get
- Let me jiggle all of your fat
- I want to feel your chubb
- Don’t stop eating
- There is no such thing as “too full”
- I want to grab that roll of fat hanging over your jeans
- That fat roll on your back…
- You gaining weight 😍😍👌
- Bury my face in your chubb
- *Poke poke* This is fun
- That shirt is not too small. It looks fine. Come on, let’s go.
- Of course you can have a salad. And pasta. And fries. And pizza. And ice cream.
- The way your belly sits in your lap… *drool*😍😍
- Squash me with all your weight
- I love feeling your belly against me when we hug
- When you talk about how much you ate
- When you say “You’re gonna make me fat"
- Just because your shorts don’t fit doesn’t mean you look bad in them ;)
- Omg i can see your belly poking out 😍
- Please let me touch your chub