I cannot believe it has been so long since I posted and I’m sorry, truly, that it’s taken me forever and a day to get my ass in gear. But due to recent events, I felt inspired to write something and I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out!
Also, I owe a huge thank you to @permanentcross for giving me advice and reassuring me this wasn’t crap and to @canistay-haz for being her wonderful, loving self and telling me I don’t suck. You both are so, so lovely and I’m lucky that I can ask you for advice when I’m not confident in my writing.
Normally, Saturday mornings would be reserved for sleeping in, lazy kisses, and barely audible gasps filling your ears. Today however, you and Harry had to be somewhat functioning adults. You were having one last get together with Harry’s closest friends and family before his life was sent into the spotlight for who knows how long, and he didn’t get to be as free and open with his time as he had been.
You woke up about half an hour after Harry did, knowing you had things to do and people to see but you were having none of it. All you could think about was the slight yet very-much-still-there tingling sensation between your legs thanks to yours and Harry’s late night rendezvous. You smiled to yourself, rolling over and letting your face collide into Harry’s pillow, inhaling his lingering scent that made you want him all over again…
You made your way downstairs to your boyfriend, legs bare and torso covered in his ridiculously baggy pink shirt that was littered with the white polka dots, your rear just barely peeking out at the bottom hem. Harry was sporting only a pair of grey joggers that hung much too low on his hips, not that you were complaining.
“Morning, sunshine.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, peppering his back with tiny pecks.
“G’morning, poppet. Sleep okay?” Every morning after, without fail, he asks how you slept. He asks because he knows when you’re both in the heat of the moment, sex isn’t gentle. Not that it’s animalistic, but you and Harry like what you like and making sure you’re comfortable and properly taken care of after is an essential part of his aftercare routine; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take care of you and pamper any part that might be slightly bruised or extra loved on. He does love a routine after all…
“Mhm,” you purr into his back, pecking his skin once more before he spins around in your grasp, your arms falling to your sides while he places one hand on your cheek and encloses your mouth with his.
“Good,” he smiles down at you, pecking your cheek before turning back to the countertop where you can see he’s been preparing a dessert for the get together later that night.
“Whatcha makin’?” you ask, hopping upon the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while eyeing the bowl of plain raspberries and the graham cracker crust that was still sitting in the tart pan Harry insisted he needed.
“How does a raspberry tart for tonight sound? Bought the pan, figured there was no use in letting it sit in the cupboard.”
You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. There was nothing comical about the dessert in and of itself, but you were feeling some type of way this morning and you couldn’t help but think of it in a provocative way.
Harry rolled his eyes, trying not to grin, “Why is that funny?”
You just giggled again and reached to kiss him on the cheek, “Maybe I wanna be your little raspberry tart. I already have the perfect shirt on.” Although you’d been sitting on the countertop for a good minute already, Harry had just noticed how his shirt had ridden up your thighs and he swallowed hard, also taking in how you had only the bottom two buttons fastened and there was little, if anything, left to the imagination. What Harry didn’t know was that you didn’t have anything covering the part of you that wanted him the most; he figured you’d just thrown on something skimpy just to torture him but no, you were completely bare, apart from the bottom of the hem under your bum, and sitting on your boyfriend’s counter. Harry didn’t have a prayer.
You smirked at him cheekily and even though you’d had him not even eight hours before, he could tell you still had an appetite for something else, something that filled you in a different way.
RFA Reaction to cuddling at MCs place while Family/Roommates are there
So basically this is my HC for the RFA I need to start doing Minor Trio with Baeran dammit me going to MCs place for the first time and trying to cuddle/other but the catch is MC lives with family/roomies.
Some are just fluffy. Some get smutty. *cough* Zen and Jumin *cough*
Your room?? Alone?? I-Is that okay??
“Yoosung, we’ve hung at before…”
“Yeah at my place where it was just us…Is…Is your family ok with this?”
“Yoosung I’m a legal adult. I have been. We both are.”
You’re sitting in your bed cuddling, playing video games. You get a little handsy. A slight blush rises in his cheeks and he pretends not to notice as he keeps playing his level.
But your hand rests at the hem of his shirt, and sloooowwwlllly lifts it up, letting your fingers softly trace up and down his sides
Blush intensifies “MC..?? You feelin cuddly?”
“Maaaybe” You nuzzle into the crook of his arm as he puts it around you.
You are not satisfied. More snuggles. More.
You throw one leg over him, latching onto him like a Koala.
It was pretty innocent, but Yoosung imagining your parents or sibling walking in and seeing you tangled up just made him so flustered. ‘If I keep playing my game, even if someone sees us they’ll no nothing was happen-’
You crane your neck and plant a soft kiss on his
YOOSUNG NO WORK NOPE NADA IT’S OVER
This boy can’t keep a poker face. You know you’ve got him. You casually take his DS out of his hands, save the progress, and close it.
Yoosung is just wide eyed staring at the ceiling, lips pursed and shaking juuuust a little bit. His hand still in the position as if he was still holding his DS up. He is too shook
So you make the move, throw your arm over his chest and start kissing his neck again.
“MC are you sure?”
“We’re not gonna go crazy…I mean. Probably not.” And you start leaving a couple soon-to-be hickeys on him.
‘Oh what the hell’ Yoosung gives up. He likes you too much.
He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers with his
Turns his head to yours
So many kisses. He starts pressing his lips to yours, it’s deep but still soft.
You guys just keep it up for a while. Snuggles, kisses, the occasional grope.
It gets late into the night and Yoosung figures he should get going.
You walk him to the door and he gives you a kiss goodnight.
You promise to hang out at his place next time so he’s not as nervous.
She thinks your roommates are lovely. They like her too, think she’s kind of stoic, but like her none the less.
You two go up to your room. She sits on your bed, no second thoughts about your roommates or anything. Why would they come in? And even then Jaehee’s sure you’re not ballsy enough to try anything crazy with people in the house
You guys arent quiet enough for that
You sit next to her and put on one of Zen’s shows. You start off side by side but soon end up spooning.
You guys have watched these movies so many times you know all the lines, so whenever Zen goes to deliver a really sexy line, you beat him to it and whisper it in Jaehee’s ear.
She giggles and it’s so fkn cute. Ugh.
You get a little restless at one point. You run your hand down her side, admiring her curves.
And sloooowly back up. Your fingers brush exposed skin and her spine straightens a bit.
“MC…” She chuckles
You two start kissing. It’s sweet and slow. You don’t go very far, because you’re both just feeling more cuddly than lusty. Lusty isn’t a word but shut up
Eventually the movie is over. You walk her out to her car. You go to give her a quick peck goodnight, but she cups your face and holds it there for a good minute. You melt a little and put your hands over hers. She’s too cute.
You watch as her car pulls out of the driveway. A small smile on your lips.
Your roomate opens the front door “Hey, you gonna stand here and think about that steamy ass kiss or come inside already?”
He knocks at the door and your roommate opens it.
“Holy shit MC your hot ass celebrity boyfriend is here” They yell up the stairs (it’s me. I’m one of your obnoxious roommates.)
You come down the stairs “Babe! Hey! Sorry I didn’t get the door I-”
“No worries, Angel” And he planted a quick peck on your lips. You heard your roommates snicker as they set the table for food.
After you all ate, you and Zen slipped into your room. You expected immediate cuddles and kisses but
He just sat at your desk and looked around
“Uh, Babe, you can come sit on the bed” You patted the spot next to you
But Mc…… T H E B E A S T
It could appear at any moment.
I’ll take my chances just get over here you egg.
So he joins you on the bed. Slowly he sinks into the spot next to you, as if a quick movement might rattle the cage of THE BEAST
You turn on your music and start chatting. Eventually ending with Zen’s head in your lap as you play with his hair and he stares at your face with endearment cause he’s just so in love with how focused you look as you braid his hair and chat.
So endeared he doesn’t hear you muttering about cutting off the rat tail
Soon the braid is done and there’s nothing to occupy your hands while you guys talk.
They start off at Zen’s face. Tracing his cheekbones and jawline.
“MC…what are you doing?” He chuckles
“Just touching you”
MC Phrasing please
Then your hands trace the tendons in his neck to the well toned muscles on his shoulders. His shirt color tries to get in the way but you just snake your hands underneath.
His eyebrow twitches
MC please he is using all of his self control right now.
You lean over, giving your arms more reach farther into his shirt, your fingertips brush the beginning of your lovers V line. Haha V line. V. Hah you can only think about V whenever you see Zen’s V line now
Your intention was to get your face inches from Zen, not touch his hips. That was just added bonus
His breath gets a little heavy and husky, brushing your lips which are only about an inch away.
You very slowly, and I mean very slowly, lean in to close the gap. Your eyes half lidded while Zen’s are wide af.
The second your lips touch Zen jumps up. Well he tries. WIth your hands in his shirt and face above his you both get a little tangled for a second but his feet find the floor and he turns so he’s facing away from you.
“Hyun? You ok?”
“ I just…. Ugh. If we kiss like that again I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself, Princ-”
He turns his head, a look of shock in his eyes. “What?”
“So. Don’t.” You grin. “Don’t help yourself”
“But your roommates are-”
You turn your radio volume even higher, a smug look on your face.
His voice dropped so low you thought it was a new person. “Are you sure you want to?”
You got up and pulled him close, pressing your bodies together. “Positive”
I WONDER IF THE MUSIC COVERED THE SOUND OF HIM SLAMMING YOU DOWN ON THAT BED
You guys weren’t used to having to be quiet. Zen wasn’t sure how to feel about you not screaming his name. But it was a fun little challenge for the both of you. It made things interesting, added the element of getting caught.
Eventually you guys were left panting and just laying side by side.
He glanced at the clock.
“Oh shit My Love, I’m sorry to eat and run but it’s getting late and I have morning rehearsal.” He hopped out of bed and started pulling his clothes on.
“I understand Babe” You threw a shirt and sweatpants on and walked him downstairs, where your roommates were still awake watching a movie.
Zen cast a nervous glance towards them, but covered it as soon as they looked in your direction.
“It was nice meeting you!” He waved to them.
“You too!” They both chimed and waved back.
Zen turned to you, gave you a kiss goodnight, and walked out to his car.
You shut the front door, and as soon as you did
“Wow. Your bed is really squeaky huh?
“Wha-” A blush spray paints your cheeks bright red
“Celebrity sex scandaaaaaal” The other one sings.
“We didn’t-” You tried.
“MC….your shirts backwards” They winked.
You looked down and sure as shit you were looking at the back of your shirt. Welp. RIP.
You were a little nervous for Jumin to come over and meet your roommates.
More often than not they were those ruthless Jokester friends. They didn’t get when people didn’t get their jokes and Jumin…he’s not the best with jokes in general.
Your friends are also very casual, so when Jumin showed up in his “Formal Dinner Party” attire they were a little confused.
You had given them a fair warning…but they didn’t think you were serious.
You ate dinner, it went surprisingly okay. You swore there might come a time when Jumin and one of the roomies might hit a rough patch but nope. Smooth sailing, especially when he learned one of your roomies is pre vet and they shared a passion for felines.
After dinner you escorted him to your room.
Almost immediately you were wrapped in each other’s arms on the bed.You guys try to keep it professional in public, so once you’re alone you two make up for the lost public snuggle time hardcore.
You lay side by side, your head on his chest, his arm around you and rubbing your back. You just chat about things, you ask Jumin about random things just to hear his voice His voice is my guilty fucking pleasure my god bless that VA. It calms you. But if he says the right things it gets you a little… hot and bothered.
“So dinner was good….when’s dessert?” Yep like that. Hot. And. Bothered.
“Jumin” You gasped a little, surprised he suggested it
“I’m sorry? I assume from the way your hand was inching towards-”
Oh shit? Your hand was heading down there wasn’t it. Haha ohhhhh Hand. *cue audience laugh track* Anyways
“I mean, I would but uh…my roommates are downstairs. It’s not like the penthouse where it’s just us.”
“And?” He is so shameless. Or clueless. Or maybe a little bit of both.
“Wouldn’t you be, uh, embarrassed?”
“Should I? I assumed it was no secret that we had sex. Usually people assume anways…” He trailed off, but then remembered the situation at hand. “But if you’d rather not I understand. “ He sounded a little disappointed, but then he looked at you with a small smirk. “But I guess now it’ll be only sweeter the next time I get to lay you down and” cue intense details of. He didn’t stop, he just kept talking about all the things you two could do, and his voice kept getting lower and huskier and you could tell how excited he was just by the way he was talking
You couldn’t take it
Fuck the roommates
Jumin was right it’s not like they don’t know
You suddenly rolled so you were on top of him, straddling his waist.
“Kitten I thought-”
You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a very sloppy kiss.
When you pulled away for air you just “I don’t care. Let them hear.”
You two got wild
….I’ll stop here. You guys don’t need the details
Once you two were finished you were cuddling again. Just cuddling without clothes but that was A OK.
Jumin was back to rubbing your back again, and you were cuddled up to him again.Your hand was on his chest and his hand on top, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth. But instead of talking you guys kept exchanging gentle kisses, taking turns leaning in and reaching for kisses from each other.
Around midnight he figured he should get going home. You both put your clothes on and walked out to the car. On the way there you saw your roommates. They looked a little shook. Little bit. They waved by to Jumin even though they could barely look at the two of you without blushing.
Jumin planted a firm kiss on you at the car, and when you walked back in you turned to your roommates, ready to apologize for the..uh…noise.
“Hey guys…so uh…hahaha awkward amiright?”
“I don’t know, is it….’Kitten’?”
“Or should we ask….’Daddy’?”
You’re never living this down. Ever.
He came over to meet your family
He already knew almost everything about them so he was well prepared to kiss ass
He didn’t have to though, they liked him off the bat. They were glad they finally got to meet the boy MCs been spending all their time with.
After dinner MC and he decided to go upstairs and hang out a bit.
These two nerds legit sat in MCs bed looking at memes on their phones
At least an hour went by with you two just giggling and showing your phones to each other
Somehow you both found ways to get closer to each other without meaning to.
It started off with you two leaning against the wall, but soon you were basically sitting in Seven’s lap, head leaning against his chest, and the two of staring at one phone screen of memes.
At some point Seven snaked his arms around your waist, and buried his face in between your shoulder blade and your neck.
The giggles continued.
Soon you saw a meme that had you dying laughing. Seven was amused, but he ended up getting more amused when you started snorting from laughing so hard. You clasped a hand over your mouth to try to silence the noise, but it was not happening. He thought it was too cute and couldn’t help but kiss your cheek with an overdramatic “MUAAAH” noise
More memes and time passed
Now you two were laying on your tummies, side by side, memeing away
That’s when you look at Seven. A slight grin on his face, the way his eyes sparkle when he’s having a good time, everything about him really.
You just feel so much…love for him.
So you put your phone down and start peppering him with light quick kisses all over the side of his face.
He laughs “MC what are you doing?”
“I just…I love you so much” You can’t hold back the smile on your face. Just staring at him makes you happy. “Saeyoung, sometimes…Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real” and you lightly touch his face, taking in the feel of his skin and the look in his eyes.
He seems overcome with emotion too. Some mix of happiness and sadness, but then more happiness.
He shifts so he’s facing you more and plants a long kiss on your lips. Eventually you both sit up and just start kissing. It’s not the sloppy make out of when you guys are getting ready to do the do, it’s a long line of passionate kisses filled with innocent love and need for one another.
You end up wrapped in one another’s arms staring into each other’s eyes until both of you doze off.
It’s about 2 am when you wake up. You two are still wrapped up, and Saeyoung is snoozing peacefully inches from your face. You wish you could just stare at him all night, the moonlight bouncing off his face made him look like he really wasn’t real, like he’d turn into mist at any second and slip away Wow I’m getting really poetic. Probably cause it’s 5 am idk sorry
But you know theres work he has to get done and normally he’s not even sleeping at this time so he’s probably already behind schedule.
You start off as a soft whisper, scared your voice could break the magic of the moment “Saeyoung”
He stirrs a bit but doesn’t open his eyes.
A little louder, but still whispering “Saeyoung” HIs eyelids lift slowly, and when he sees your face, a sleepy smile spreads across his own.
This alone makes you feel giddy and in love and your own mouth cracks a giant smile. Then you start peppering his face with gentle kisses.
“Come on” kisskisskiss “Wake up silly” kisskisskiss “I kept you long enough”
In his tired lawd kill me if I heard sleepy Seven’s voice I’d probably die voice he muttered “Keep me forever, MC”
Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him. Word Count: 10,764 Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, hate to lust to… A/N: Completely inspired by this vine that I saw months ago that hasn’t left me alone since. Bonus points to those who notice the line of the song in the fic. Extra bonus points to those who recognize the Hamilton reference
If you were being completely honest, your issue with Jeon Jungkook began years before university.
You’d grown up close to each other, his house was right across from yours but you’d hated him from the moment you met in primary school. He’d joined you and your friends in a game of truth or dare during recess, and his dare for you had been to race him from one end of the playground to the other. You had tripped, cutting your knees open but he’d continued running, winning before realizing you weren’t behind him anymore. Only by that time, the teacher had gotten to you and you’d spent the rest of primary school glaring at Jungkook whenever he was in your sights, childishly blaming him for your scars.
Of course, you didn’t hold that grudge still. Your first year of university had just started, and it would be petty and pathetic of you to still hate him for that reason. But Jungkook had given you several more reasons to hate him throughout your years of schooling.
You’d watched throughout middle and high school as Jungkook grew from a cheeky, cocky kid, into an even cockier young man. He’d never cared much for his grades, choosing instead to throw parties with his friends, to ditch class occasionally, and rile up any girls he chose. You stayed away from him, attending different parties and sticking with your small group of friends, and by the second year of high school Jungkook became one of the most well known players of the town.
I want you so much more chubbier.
I want you sitting on the bed, tugging your shirt down, trying to get your shirt over your belly. Looking at me while you blush. Teasing me, saying, “look what you did!”
Trying to jump and wiggle into jeans that barely get around your belly.
Trying to do the button up, squishing and squeezing your belly.
Sucking it in won’t even help~
When it came to sparing there was an unspoken rule that going against Shiro meant you go down hard and fast if you wanted to avoid serious injury.
Everyday when they would split off to do their old things, everyone actively avoided being pulled into the training room by Shiro and stuck spending the next hour or so being thrown to the ground.
Today Lance was the unlucky victim and despite his protests and even saying he was going to help Coran with ship repairs, he was still dragged along unable to prevent the inevitable.
He stood opposite the leader of voltron in his civilian clothes with a sad excuse for a fighting stance.
“Ok Lance I just want to try out a new move on you ok?”
Lance shook his head no but Shiro only responded with a soft chuckled as he swung his leg at Lance’s ribs.
Lance managed to block with his forearms but had his legs pulled out from under him.
“Umph” Lance gasped as he fell to the ground all the air forced out of his lungs.
If the pain of being sent to the floor wasn’t bad enough having his hero laugh at him sure did.
“Ha ha very funny.” Lance rolled his eyes a small grin at the corner of his mouth. He was about to stand when Shiro’s expression quickly morphed into worry.
“Lance… oh God your skin.”
Lance cringed looking down seeing his shirt had rided up just enough to show the pale patches across his stomach.
He scrambled to pull his shirt down backing away. “It’s nothing!” He said too quickly with panic clear in his voice.
“Lance scars like that aren’t nothing, what happened?” Shiro asked calmly dropping to one knee as to be eye level with him. He felt guilty for not having noticed them before, he was the leader and if Lance had kept an injury from him it could of gotten the whole team killed.
Lance looked at him for a moment in stunned silence before he began to crumble in on himself. Arms wrapped around his stomach and shoulders shaking with his head bent down.
Shiro placed a comforting hand on the blue Paladins shoulder not sure what else to do.
A snort suddenly escaped Lance, followed by a round of uncontrollable laughter.
Shiro fell back in surprise staring at Lance as if he had gone crazy.
“Ok…ok I’m good now.” Lance gasped between giggles “it’s not scars It’s just how my skin is.”
Shiro looked at Lance for a moment before hitting himself in the head for being so stupid “you already told me.”
Lance nodded “yep, but theirs no shame in not knowing what vitiligo means, the shames in pretending to know what it is for a a month.”
Shiro blushed remembering when Lance had come to him late one night with a whispered confession of his condition. At the time Lance had needed acceptance and despite not knowing what his condition was Shiro was more then happy to give it to him.
Of course he had intended to research exactly what it was later on, but there never seemed to be a spare minute.
“Sorry.” Shiro mumbled.
“Nah don’t worry about it, this is the best laugh I’ve had in ages.”
Anonymous said: How about: you’re Jungkook’s girlfriend and once you had sex togheter on their dorm(you thought you were alone) suddenly Suga come and say that Kookie doesn’t make you scream enough so he decided to give him some tips … I know it’s hard, but I think It could be very interesting ;)
Anonymous said: Could you write a threesome with Yoongi and Kookie pls ?
~Yep, that’s right. Another chapter. I told you I’d write more! Hm? Didn’t believe me? Well…I guess I don’t blame you. It’s been forever, after all. Haha. Anyway, I hope that you guys enjoy. I think from here on out I can go one of two ways. I can keep the ending how I originally planned…OR I can kinda experiment a bit….with something I’ve been testing recently. I haven’t quite decided yet. Regardless, stay tuned! I really hope you guys like this chapter^^
Your hands grasped the fabric of the hoodie as you smiled. Saeyoung took the seat in front of you, the moonlight reflecting off of his glasses.
“It’s a beautiful night,” you finally spoke up in an effort to break the silence.
“Ya,” he smiled momentarily before turning back to the sky, “these are some of my favorite nights. You can really see the stars.”
Maybe it was the alcohol in your system that had you feeling so bold, or the feeling of happiness flowing through you? You couldn’t remember the last time you had a night as fun as this. Being away from home, surrounded by people who all seemed to be having a good time, really filled you with a strange sense of warmth and comfort. And of course…being around people you had started to feel close to. People like Saeran…and Saeyoung…
“Do you like Astronomy?” you took another sip of your wine, not wanting to slow down despite that dizzy feeling.
“Mmhm,” he nodded, “always have. When we were younger…well, Saeran and I could never afford telescopes. So, we would use the rolls from paper towels and pretend that it helped us see closer. We’d look out of our bedroom window and try to identify the constellations.”
He seemed to look away with this sudden admission, was he blushing? It was hard to imagine him and Saeran as small children, peering out of their windows in hopes of a glimpse of something greater.
“So, you know a lot of constellations, then?” you asked.
“Of course,” he chuckled lightly.
He urged you to the side of the yacht, his hand lightly pressing at your back to guide you. For some reason your heart was racing at his touch. This was different than working with him at the ice cream shop. His long arm pointed up to a series of stars above you.
“See that? It’s Ursa Major,” he says proudly.
You’re extremely aware of how close he has gotten to you. For the rest of the night, despite the noise and uproar of the party behind you, you spend the majority of the evening quietly looking at the sky between Saeyoung’s refills of your glass. You just listen to him talk as he points out various things. It’s pretty obvious that he likes to show off his knowledge and this makes your smile beam for him. It reminded you of Saeran when he talked about art. They were both passionate in their own way. What a pair they made…Before you knew it, you were starting to teeter backwards on your heels.
“Woah, there!” Saeyoung grabbed you to hold you steady, “maybe we should sit down?”
“I’m sorry, I guess I’ve had a little more than I anticipated,” you say as he helps you into your seat again, “hey! I wanted to ask you though…”
“Hm? What about?”
It felt like the right time of the night to bring it up. You clumsily set your glass down and looked at him as you spoke.
“Is Yoosung always so careless like that?” you asked.
“Says the girl who almost just fell on her ass, drunk,” he let out a deep laugh.
“I’m serious!” you tried to be mad but ended up laughing along with him, he was right…after all.
“For real, though…” he got more serious, “he’s been a little more reckless lately.”
You leaned in a bit…eager to hear more out of concern. Saeyoung let out a sigh, pushing up his glasses onto the bridge of his nose as he thought about what to say next.
“He was really close to his cousin and…she passed away not too long ago,” he continues, “Yoosung has been a bit of a mess ever since. Saeran and I take turns kinda watching over him. But, the old Yoosung would have never acted like he did tonight,” Saeyoung looked away with a hint of sadness in his eyes. “He’ll go back to his old self one day though. I know it. He just needs to get passed this,” he said brightly.
“He mentioned something like that to me the other day,” you replied, “not about his cousin though…that’s so sad. Anyway, it’s why I asked. I’m sorry if it seemed like I was prying.”
“Nah, don’t worry,” he waved it off like it wasn’t a big deal, “anyway, we know how to deal with him. So don’t worry, okay?” he smiled.
You nodded back and continued talking about work and your various school projects you both had coming up. It was really nice to get to know him better, and to know more about Yoosung, too. You never would have guessed.
Picking up your wine glass and bringing it to your lips, you made an effort to drink what was left in the glass.
“Okay…I think that’s enough,” Saeyoung laughed.
“What? Why?” you asked as he pulled the stemware out of your hand.
“Because half of that sip ended up on your shirt,” he replied while taking a photo with his phone.
He was right. Shit. As you looked down you saw a bright red stain on your shirt. Wiping your face in embarrassment you tried to fight him for his phone.
“Erase it!” you yelled as your hands grabbed at his cell.
No matter how hard you tried, he was beating you with ease. Your every move was batted away with one of his hands, all the while he had a shit-eating grin on his face, enjoying every second.
“I’ll delete it if you let me take you home. It’s a school night and it’s already pretty late.”
All you could muster was a nod.
“Are…you okay to drive?” you asked.
“I haven’t had anything but water and some soda,” he replied.
Helping you to the car, he was careful not to drive too fast.
“If you throw up in here, V is going to kill me,” Saeyoung nudged you.
“I’m not THAT drunk,” you slapped his hand away, “just sleepy…”
Saeyoung watched you nod off in the passengers seat. The street lights flashed over your face rhythmically. Every now and again he would glance over, reveling in your soft features and peaceful disposition.
He hadn’t even opened the passengers side door from the curb when he heard your parents arguing inside. Their shouts were clear as if they were on the lawn. His heart was stuck in his throat. He knew all too well what it felt like to live in a household like this. His eyes peered down with sadness as you slept.
“Hey…” he tried to wake you up,” your parents sound like they’re fighting?”
“What else is new,” you said in your sleep.
‘Hah, sarcastic as ever’, he thought.
He couldn’t let you go home like this. Not with them arguing…And Saeran’s room would be free since he was staying with Yoosung…
He knew his mom would be passed out by now, so she wouldn’t even notice.
Getting back in the car he continued a bit further until he reached his house. Hopefully you wouldn’t freak too much when you woke up.
“Come on,” he encouraged you to get out of the car, “do you mind staying in Saeran’s room for the night?”
You shook your head ‘no’ and he helped you inside while carrying your bag. Luckily, Saeran’s room was pretty clean. He pulled the blanket up over you after you lay in bed.
“Thank you…I’m going to bed now,” you spoke in a soft voice.
He couldn’t help but caress your hair back a bit as you sighed in your sleep. He was used to taking care of Saeran. And now, even Yoosung…but this was different. He pulled his hand back, remembering Saeran’s feelings for you.
Prompt: Logan’s reaction when he sees you wearing one of his big sweatshirts
The mornings light shines bright, slipping past the closed curtains adorning your window. It fell upon you, disturbing your deep sleep. Groaning you tried to turn over and continue sleeping but the Suns rays seemed to be everywhere, hitting your face no matter where you tossed or turned. Sighing in defeat, you sat up and stretched. A yawn escaping your throat as some bones popped while you stretched, blinking the sleep from your eyes, you surveyed the room. Your clothes were lazily thrown into the floor, the sheets next to you empty. It wasn’t uncommon for Logan to get up earlier then you, it happened quite often really and you learned to accept it. Though you preferred to wake up next to him, all snug and warm, enjoying the morning together. Unfortunately for you, you weren’t a morning person and your boyfriend was. Glancing at the clock you checked the time, ten in the afternoon it read, briefly you wondered where Logan was and what he was doing. You never knew with that man, he could cause trouble with anyone or anything and it left you worried constantly. You trusted him but sometimes his temper would get out of hand, it wasn’t like there was a thing you could do about it now. Getting out of bed, you fixed the messy sheets. Straightening them, pulling the covers back on, and placing the pillows into their spot.
Deciding that it was good enough, your stomach growled, voicing its own hunger. You were in the safety of your own home, so walking out of the room not-fully-clothed wouldn’t be so bad but what if a guest came over? It wasn’t exactly ideal for you to greet them at the door in your bra and panties. Besides, your outfits were either too tight or fancy or just in the laundry since you didn’t feel energized enough to do it. Sighing, you figured you’d barrow Logan’s shirt. He wasn’t like he’d mind, it was just a shirt after all and his were always comfy and smelled just like him. It held a warmth to it that almost mimicked Logan’s, nodding you rummaged in his closest before snatching up a shirt and throwing it on. It was indeed bigger then your petite frame, the hem ending on your lower thighs. It covered everything you wanted it to, fit just right. Grinning you sniffed, the smell of pines and cologne meeting your nose, the cotton soaking in the warmth of the sun almost feeling like he was right beside you, holding you close. Your grin widened, imagining and savoring the moment before your tummy reminded you of the task at hand.
Marching into the kitchen, you searched the fridge for something to eat. A simple sandwich will do for now, you shrugged and took out some turkey and bread. Absentmindedly, you looked out your window, the forest meeting your eyes. It’s breathtaking green leaves twinkling from the morning dew and sunshine, birds chirping and singing their beautiful songs to their little hearts content, the grass a vibrant blend of different hues of green and the tree branches providing shadows and shelter to all the smaller animals. Transfixed by the scene, you took a closer look. A deer nibbled by a bush, munching on some berries as a smaller deer timidly wandered out into the open. From the looks of it, it was a baby, it’s eyes round with curiosity and interest as it sniffed the grass. A much bigger buck with antlers so big and wide you were sure he wouldn’t be able to fit past a doorframe, trotted next to the baby deer. Must be a proud father, you thought happily rather calmed at the sight. The family was just enjoying itself out there, nature could be so beautiful sometimes and you were left envious.
The opening and closing of a door brought you back to your own reality, finishing up the last bits of your food, you glanced over your shoulder. Logan entered and his brown eyes scanned your frame, a smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes slowly trailed from your thighs and up to your back, moving to your arms, focusing on the low hang of the tee and how it showed off your collarbones, then up to your face. Your hair was thrown in a messy bun previously, leaning against the kitchen counter you raised a brow.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” You asked unsure as to why he was staring. He shook his head chuckling, moving from the end of the room to right in front of you. Arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, you cuddled close to him, your own arms snaking around his neck as he held you.
“No, you just look really good in my shirt.” His hands moved up and down your sides, eyes taking another peak at your ‘outfit’. Giggling you playfully pushed his shoulder, in return he smiled brightly. “What? I’m serious, you should wear my shirts more often.”
“Well, if you say so.~” You’d be sure to remember his words, this wouldn’t be the last time he’d find you in his shirt, even if he didn’t like it you would’ve still done it. “Just remember, you suggested it!” You announced, pressing a kiss to his cheek before laughter forced your lips away. Today seemed to be a good one.
Summary: Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else. After turning up to the Richard Rogers where you work with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. On a night out with with the girls you drunkenly admit to Pippa that you think Lin is cute, and Jasmine records a video messaged standing up to your unknown attacker.
(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.
To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)
Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.
Word count - 2226
When you turn your phone on that morning it practically explodes in a flurry of messages.
Jasmine: Hey girl, I heard you called in sick today. Are you still really hungover?
Pippa: Are you ok? I heard you’re sick. Don’t worry, nobody has mentioned the video. Hope you feel better soon xxx
Lin: Apparently you aren’t coming in today so I don’t get to see you? AWFUL! Feel better, we all miss you. I hope you’re ok X
Lin: Dr Miranda prescribes hot sweet tea, a blanket fort, and The Little Mermaid. Take care of yourself please xxx
Lin: If you need anything let me know. I’m gonna be near your apartment today and I can bring round supplies.
Lin: Hey I’m on your block, do you need anything?
Lin: Are you ok? I don’t think you’re ok.
You throw your phone down on the bed. It’s the first time you’ve switched it on in 48 hours since you called Alex and told him you weren’t well enough to come to work. You’re honestly amazed that you still have friends with how anti-social you are being at the moment, but you haven’t been able to face anyone.
You’re surprised that none of Lin’s messages comment on the video Jasmine put on twitter a few nights ago. A video of you drunkenly admitting he was cute, but you’re thankful that he’s choosing to ignore that. Or maybe he never even saw the full video since Pippa took it down straight away.
You head into the theater that morning, grateful that the bruising on your face from last week is now fading. You draw less attention as you walk down the halls now. Lying about a fake mugging had made you feel so uneasy and you were relieved that you could make it to the office you shared with Alex without having to stop and talk about it.
“Hey Y/N , we didn’t expect to see you today!” Alex called cheerfully as you headed into the office. Lin was sitting on the beat up sofa, his laptop in front of him. He jumped up from the sofa, seeming surprised by your presence.
“You’re alive!” He grinned coming over to meet you. He hesitated for second, and there was a moment of awkwardness before he smiled and pulled you into a hug. “We missed you” He said, giving you a squeeze and you held your breath.
“Yeah, I can see!” You said dumping your bag down on the desk and eyeing the pile of paperwork awaiting your attention. “Aww Alex, you shouldn’t have!”
“Oops, yeah sorry about that.” Alex said as he quickly cleared another pile of papers from your chair for you to sit on. “We’ve got 8 new chorus members starting rehearsals on Monday and so the paperwork is sorta piling up.”
“Nah it’s fine” You shrugged, “I’m honestly just so happy to be back, I was getting cabin fever cooped up at home, it was driving me crazy.”
“Oh so that’s why you were ignoring my messages then?” Lin teased.
“Oh, god I’m sorry, I had my phone switched off, I was too sick to focus on a screen.” You were so used to lying now, you were surprised at how naturally it came to you.
“I dropped round a couple of times to see you. Mark said you didn’t want any visitors but I thought I’d keep trying.” Lin’s eyes darkened slightly and he looked at you as though he was trying to figure something out.
“Oh sorry, um yeah, I guess I must have been really out of it. I’m sorry” You once again found yourself unable to make eye contact with him as you deflected his concern. “You didn’t miss much much tho, just a sweatier sicklier me drowning in a sea of tissues and cough syrup, you dodged a bullet there.” You grinned weakly.
Lin’s eyes softened as he accepted your lie and he clapped his hands, snapping you out of the awkwardness.
“Well! Since you’ve been ignoring me, Me and Lac have been hatching a plan for Ham 4 Ham today. You in?”
Alex chuckled to himself “Don’t say yes to anything until he’s told you his plans.” He gathered his folders from his desk and headed out, leaving you alone with an over excited Lin.
“Ignore him.” Lin grinned, “You’re gonna love this. Or maybe you’ll hate this, I don’t know.”
You rolled your eyes and prepared for the worst. Your afternoons were often filled with vetting Lin’s ideas for new Ham4Ham shows. Some of which were brilliant, some of which were not, and thankfully between you and Alex, you could try and steer Lin in the right direction.
“Ok, so how well do you know Backstreet Boys?”
You laughed so hard you actually snorted. You held your hand up to your mouth, still laughing. “I’m sorry, that was NOT what I was expecting you to say at all”
Lin raised his eyebrows in mock indignation. “ I would NEVER joke about the Backstreet Boys” he exclaimed.
Lin went on to explain his idea for staging a performance of Backstreet’s Back complete with choreography for this afternoon’s Ham4Ham.
“Look, if you need me to show you the moves then all you had to do is ask” you laughed
“Ha! You know I love the fact that you spent all of senior year practicing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation in your bedroom, I’m not doubting your skills, but we had a run through yesterday and I think we’re gonna be ok.” He chided while biting his lip.
The fact that he’d remembered your high school Janet Jackson obsession made you beam. It was something you’d geekily admitted on your very first day in rehearsals with him. Why? Because being around Lin brought out embarrassing admissions of your geeky obsessions, and he never mocked. His eyes had grown big and his face lit up in excitement and and he’d waved his arms in the air exclaiming “Me too!”. And from that moment onwards you knew you were in the right place. The fact that he’d remembered this little detail strangely gave you butterflies and you smiled to yourself.
You held your hands up “Ok ok, so you don’t need my dancing skills then.”
“No but we do need some accompaniment” Lin smiled.
“Fine!” You said, secretly happy to have something more fun to work on than the piles of paperwork Alex had left for you.
“I’ll get the melodica, hey give me a hand will you?”
You gestured up to a crate on the top of the bookshelves in your office marked ‘Ham4Ham gear.’ The crate was full of toy musical instruments, a set of megaphones, props, and some bits of costumes. It had become more of a lost and found box of novelty items which Lin and Alex added to weekly, as each Ham4Ham got more adventurous and silly.
You pulled over a chair to stand on which wobbled. Lin grabbed the chair to hold it in place as you climbed up.
The chair immediately swayed and Lin put his other hand out holding your waist to stop you falling off. You gasped, not expecting his hands, you flinched slightly and wondered if Lin had noticed.
“Yeah,thanks. Sorry this chair is a piece of shit” you laughed nervously. You noticed his hand remained on your waist. Your skin tingled and you swallowed nervously.
You stretched out your arm trying to grab the crate which was just out of reach when Lin yelled “Fuck!”.
Lin’s hands had disappeared from your waist and you looked down at him, his eyes were wild, and he stepped back from the chair. He was staring at you. Staring at your waist. You looked down and noticed your shirt had ridden up above your stomach as you’d reached up. You quickly pulled down your shirt and stepped down from the chair. It was too late. He’d seen it.
“Fuck!” Lin said, this time in a whisper.
You looked at the floor. You couldn’t look at him. No, no, no. Not now.
“Show me.” Lin said, breathlessly. He was still staring at your waist.
“Lin, please, I can’t.” You shook your head in a panic.
He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth tensed. “Show me” He commanded.
You gulped, it’s like you had forgotten how to breathe. His eyes never left yours and there was nothing left for you to do but show him.
Slowly you reached down, grabbing the corner of your shirt, nervously pulling it up to reveal your stomach and looking away. Lin gasped, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
Your stomach was blue and purple. An enormous bruise covered your belly, your waist and stretched round to your back. The bruise on your face from the previous week had faded, this was brand new, shiny, and dark.
You forced yourself to look at Lin who was still studying your skin in shock, you felt naked and exposed and you pulled your shirt down. Lin still stared at your waist through your clothes, unable to look away. Wispy strands of hair had fallen loose from his pontytail and hung in his eyes, you noticed his arms were locked by his side, his hands gripped tightly into fists.
“It wasn’t a mugging was it?” He said quietly
You shook your head, tears in your eyes and you tried to hold yourself together. You’d been trying not to fall apart all week, but you could feel yourself on the verge of unravelling.
“Who did this?” Lin asked, his mouth open in shock, his eyes set in anger, He already knew.
“I can’t.. Please I can’t do this now.”
“Who did this?” He asked again, his face darkened like thunder.
You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. You reached out to hold the chair to steady yourself.
“It was Mark wasn’t it?” Lin’s voice cracked.
You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. You nodded your head and a tear slipped down your cheek.
“Fuck.” Lin whispered.
“Lin I’m sorry, I couldn’t.. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I’m sorry…”
Lin cut you off, he started shaking his head, pushing back his hair into his messy ponytail with both hands. His eyes were wild and he began muttering under his breath, violently spitting out a rapid mixture of English and Spanish, the hatred and anger flashing across his face.
“Fuck. Fucking motherfucker! No I’m gonna kill him…Hijo de puta…Mark es un maldito cabron…I fucking knew it!…Voy a matarlo… Hijo de la gran puta… Es una mierda!”
“Lin, please!” You begged, biting back tears and trying not to lose it.
Your voice brought him back and he stopped to look at you. He saw the panic in your face and the tears you’d tried so hard to keep in now falling freely down your cheeks and he took a breath.
“I’m sorry” He said shaking his head, his eyes softened realizing how scared you looked. “I’m sorry.”
He wrapped his arms around you, placing his hand gently on the back of your head and you finally allowed yourself to fall apart. Your face pressed into his shoulder and you sobbed, and you felt like you wouldn’t stop. He stroked your hair, holding you together.
“It’s ok, it’s ok, que sepas que estoy aquí “ he said in a soft soothing voice. It was a while before you could breathe. You steadied yourself and pulled away, embarrassed by the damp patch you’d left on his hoodie. You reached out for the chair to sit down while Lin grabbed you a box of tissues from the desk.
“You knew didn’t you?” You asked after a deep breath.
Lin puffed his cheeks and sighed while shaking his head.
“I don’t know… I thought I knew. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it. I just knew something was wrong. I knew there was more to the mugging but I didn’t know what, and I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.”
“He told me nobody would believe me if I tried to tell anyone what he’d done. He said I deserved it. He said…” Your voice broke, you weren’t ready to go into detail yet.
Lin knelt down in front of you, placing one hand over yours, and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears as he spoke.
“You did not deserve this. I believe you.” He spoke slowly and gently. There was still a rage behind his eyes, but his voice was calm and soothing. You stared blankly at him. You didn’t have words. You smiled faintly and nodded.
“All this because of that stupid video” You muttered.
Lin looked at you puzzled.
“Jasmine uploaded this dumb video of us from the other night. We were drunk. In the video she basically recorded this big fuck you message to whoever attacked me. Mark said we were laughing at him, that we humiliated him and…”
You trailed off, leaving out the part where Mark had also seen you drunkenly admit on camera that you thought Lin was cute. How he’d called you a slut and a whore that evening, how he’d told you this was your punishment.
Lin begain muttering under his breath in Spanish again “…Hijo de puta” His face hardened and he shook his head, clutching your hand tighter.
“You did not deserve this.” He repeated, his voice firm and his eyes darkened.
You nodded silently and he gently traced small circles with his thumb across your hands.
You sniffed and wiped your eyes, breathing deep and trying to focus.
“Alex is gonna be back soon, I’ve got to get it together.”
You stood up and flattened down your hair. You needed to slip back into the role of someone who has their shit together. Even if it was just for a day.
“Y/N I don’t think you should be at work, this is too much.”
“No this is exactly what I need right now, I need to keep busy, I need to work, I need to not think about this for a day.”
Lin sighed, scraping back more strands of hair from his face. “Ok. But we haven’t finished talking about this yet, and you aren’t going home tonight.”
Panic flashed in your eyes. “If I don’t go home tonight he’ll know something is wrong. He’ll kill me! I think he’ll actually kill me.” Your voice sounded small, you barely recognized yourself.
“No.” He said with a resigned look in his eyes. “You’re coming home with me tonight. You are safe. He’s not coming near you again. I promise.”
Part 4 is coming soonhere! and then I’m gonna write some smut, I swear!
request? yes “ Montgomery imagine where a lot of people (including you two) sleep over at someone’s house after a party and you wake up to Monty still asleep and his hand on your boob under your (his😏) shirt you’re wearing and then some of his friends wake up and tease him or something lmao Love your imagines btw! ”
pairing(s): montgomery x fem!reader
warning(s): none really ??
a/n: slowly making progress with all of these requests. wish me luck
The night was a lot more heavier than you expected.
The only thing you remembered was Bryce spraying his beer all over your crop top - and you had to wear one of Jessica’s way too tight shirts.
Warnings: Implied smut, language, but other than that, just fluff
Request: Can I request a Dean imagine please? One where the boys meet a girl while she’s hunting the same vamp nest as them and Dean basically has a love at first sight moment. This girl is all sass and Zeppelin shirts and Dean eventually asks her out and to move into the bunker. But the first time she meets Cas Dean has to ask why he’s looking back and fourth between them, so Cas confirms that they are in fact soul mates.
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“If I find that damn vampire, he’s going to fucking get
it.” You growled to yourself, climbing inside your car.
This damn vampire was causing so much shit with his nest,
that it drew you in. You hated vampires and hated hunting them but it is what
had to be done. You were a hunter for god sake. You should act like it and stop
being a damn baby.
You knew where the nest was and since you were alone, you
needed to take them out by yourself. You never really hung out with other
hunters because you had a certain way of doing things and other hunters would
always fuck it up. So, you’ve been a lone hunter since you graduated high
You think you were doing pretty good by yourself. You didn’t
have to depend on any one but yourself and if something went wrong, you had
only yourself to blame and you were okay with that.
Vampires were always a pain in the ass and deserved to die.
You actually had close encounters with them and almost got turned a few times
but you always managed to escape.
This was a strange hunt already because it seems like
wherever you went, people seemed to be already questioned and the morgue seemed
to already been visited. Maybe there were other hunters here but you got here
first. This was your hunt and you were going to beat whoever the hell was here
to the nest first. That is why you raced out of the motel you were staying at
and zoomed down the street.
You got there in no time but your eyes zeroed in on the
beautiful late 60s Impala. They were already here.
Oh well, you could use the help. You always had difficulty
to take on nests alone.
You grabbed your machete, pulled on your leather jacket over
your favorite Zeppelin shirt and booked it inside. You heard grunts and sloshes
come from one of the rooms but before you could investigate, a vampire pounced
on you. You growled and fought him off, doing your best to keep his fangs away
The vampire pinned you against the wall and you struggled,
kicking wherever it would hurt. You got him on his knees and brought your
machete down so fast, he didn’t have time to react. Blood sprayed on you but
you ignored it, walking to the room where you heard noises come from.
You walked inside, seeing two very attractive men fight off
three vampires. You knew they would need help and you were here to provide it.
There were already many vampires that lay dead but you weren’t going to stop
until all of them were dead. You rushed to aid the men and threw the vampire to
the ground, slicing his head right off.
This was the first time the men noticed you and the shorter,
green-eyed one stared at you as if you were the only person in the room. You
would have stared back but the vampire was sneaking up behind him. Your eyes
widened and pushed past him, killing the vampire. The taller one already killed
his vampire and now everyone was dead. You breathed heavily, looking at the
A/N: Hey guys!! So here’s another Bucky oneee, well I hope this was what you wanted!! Sorry that I couldn’t think of a better name😅I had some fun writing the last part and I really hope that y’all would like it…enjoy!!
Request: @purplekitten30: Can I request a Bucky x reader? He’s been dating her for over a year and she’s just a normal civilian who works in daycare. He comes by the daycare often to bring her lunch and sneaks goodies for the kids so they always look forward to his visit. Cause who doesn’t love fluffy Bucky with little toddlers?
“Alright, kids, so what story should I tell today?” You asked the group of children sitting around you, each of them turning to one another as they started chattering. You were working at a daycare and during this timing before your lunch break, you’ll read them a story so they could listen while eating. You watched them with a smile, raising your brow as you saw one of the boys, a three-year-old named Nathan crawling onto your lap.
You placed your arms around him loosely as he turned to face you. Smiling, you brushed back his slightly long hair. “Hello, Nate.”
He looked at you with his big eyes, his eyes twinkling with adoration. “Hi, Ms. Y/N.”
“Why aren’t you eating with your friends?” You asked, a chuckle slipping out as you looked at him.
“They’re too loud and I’m not hungry yet,” Nathan replied, before looking up at you with a big smile. “And I like sitting with you, Ms. Y/N.”
You couldn’t help but find him adorable, especially when he says things like that. Chuckling, you tilted your head to the side as you looked at him. “You mean sit on me, not sit with me.”
Nathan looked at you sheepishly. “Yeah, that.”
You watched as Nathan picked up a drawing and showed it to you. You held it closer as you examined the drawing, seeing that he drew a figure with long hair and a grey arm, you recognizing who he was drawing. Looking at Nate, you smiled. “Why did you draw Mr. Bucky?”
“‘Cause I think Mr. Bucky looks very cool,” Nathan replied. You laughed and nodded.
Can I request how day6 would react to you cuddling them in your sleep? Thank you, I love seeing people write for day6 (ू•ᴗ•ू❁)
A/N: Me too lovely, hope you enjoy! xx
You and Jae had been having a late night movie marathon and somewhere between talking and trying to throw popcorn into each others mouths you had ended up asleep snuggled into his chest with your fingers idly tugging his shirt. He’d look down at your deeply sleeping face and slightly scrunched nose and heat would rush to his face, wondering not only how you ended up like this but how he got so lucky.
You and Sungjin had been resting after he’d had a long day of schedules that winded up with you talking on your bed briefly before you both inevitably drifted off into a settled sleep knowing you had him beside you. When Sungjin woke up however, not only had the sun set and tv programs changed several times, your leg was slung over his with your face buried shyly into his back. Peering over his shoulder he giggled at how comfy you looked before settling back down himself.
Okay but he already thought that you were the cutest thing to ever walk the earth so when you fell asleep next to him in the back of the car he was already a blushing mess. However, what his precious heart was not prepared for was when you leant your head on his shoulder and snuggled into his arm while yawning and somehow being effortlessly adorable. He would simply freeze, leading the other members to make fun of him for being so soft for you.
Wonpil would actually be pretty shy when it came to initiating PDA or anything like that so when you fell asleep on the couch next to him while you and the boys were watching TV he would immediately become a little cautious. But when your arms ended up round his waist with your head leaning gently against his shoulder he laughed to himself at how sweet you were, giving up and rubbing your arms soothingly.
Dowoon tended to show his relationship with you through PDA when he couldn’t quite put into words how much you meant to him and so when you reciprocated or initaiated anything like that, he’d be super proud. And so, when you wound up in the middle of the night, fast asleep with your chest pressed to his back and your arms wrapped securely around his waist he’d turn to face you, watching your peaceful face before gently kissing your nose and falling asleep with a faint smile on his face.
Author’s Note: Hey guys! @lucifer-in-leather sent this gif in to me a while ago (sorry this took so long!) and I decided to combine it with a challenge…it seemed to fit well! This is for @beckawinchester ‘s Birthday Challenge! Prompt will be bolded in the fic. I hope you enjoy it and as always feedback is welcome and appreciated! I love all of you. If you would like to join my tag list, send me an ask. I don’t bite. ;)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 3,000-ish
Warnings: Fluff, SMUT, Language
Prompts: #5 “How the hell am I supposed to fit in that?” and #1 Bar (Place)
Song: “Teacher” by Nick Jonas (I highly suggest you listen to this song. I love it!)
“Fort Wayne, Indiana,” Sam confidently slid his laptop toward you as you sipped on your whiskey while Dean sighed and laid his head back in frustration. “String of female deaths at a bar. Apparently they do an amateur night for girls to dance up on the bar. The girls make some tips while they compete. The top two girls who collect the most cash move on to the finals, ya-da ya-da…”
You rolled your eyes and set your drink down, “Classy.”
“But get this,” Sam started and Dean raised his eyebrows expectantly, “The past three females that have died were one of the finalists. All found in the same dressing room. No forced entry, no sign of struggle. And the cameras show no one going in or out of the room but the girls.”
“Coyote Ugly gone bad,” You muttered and Dean snickered, enjoying your reference. “I will assist on this hunt under one condition…I am not dancing on a bar under any circumstances. You understand me?”
“Crystal clear,” Sam smiled and you stood up, then made your way to your room in the bunker to start packing. “Let’s leave within the hour.”
Prompt request: “Are you hitting on me?” Summary: Taehyung flirts like a 12-year-old, but you’re able to figure everything out anyways. Word count: 1.5k words
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you frowned, looking at your friend, Yuna, who had dragged you to her mathematics study group. “You know I’m terrible at math.”
“So this is a chance to learn!” Yuna answered with a smile. “We’ll help you study, it’s not a problem.”
“You and your friends are so smart,” you whined as Yuna dragged you through the library towards the private rooms. “I’ll look so dumb in comparison.”
“Trust me, they’re not like that!” Yuna comforted, finally stopping in front of a closed door. It led to the room her study group booked every Wednesday. “Besides, you’re like the English god, so if anyone needs help with that you can pay back the favour.”
“If you’re sure,” you conceded, albeit hesitantly. Yuna nodded enthusiastically and turned the knob, swinging the door open to reveal the small room behind.
There was a single table surrounded by three other students. One girl, who you vaguely recognized, was sitting closest to the door. The head of the table was a boy named Namjoon, the certified genius on campus. Beside him was another boy, but this one you didn’t recognize.
He had messy brown hair and tanned skin. His lips were a little pouty, and his nose was strong. When your gaze traveled up, you saw that his dark, long eyes were ringed by thick eyelashes. He was also staring right back at you.
Blushing, you quickly averted your gaze and turned uncomfortably to Yuna.
“Hey guys!” she chirped. “This is my friend, Y/N. She’s in the other class, so that’s probably why you don’t recognize her.”
“Just to preface this, I’m pretty shit at math,” you said, wanting to address your discomfort immediately. “I know you guys are all really smart but I don’t want you to think I’m, like, taking advantage of you. If you need help in literally any other subject, I’m here.”
“Nah, no worries,” Namjoon responded with an easy smile. “We’re not math elitists or some shit. I’m Namjoon, by the way.”
“I’m Jisoo,” the girl added dully, briefly glancing up from her laptop in front of her. You smiled, but Jisoo turned back to her screen too quickly to catch it.
You turned to the handsome boy beside Namjoon, waiting for him to introduce himself. He blinked owlishly at you for a moment, his face expressionless. Slowly, his eyes met yours and his mouth began to open.
“Your shirt looks weird,” he said. You looked down at your t-shirt, which had a print of an old anime series you used to watch.
“I, uh–you–okay?” you spluttered, confused by the boy’s comment.
“What the hell, Tae?” Namjoon asked, bewildered. He turned to his friend, his eyes narrowed. “I thought you liked–ow!”
The boy turned to glare at his friend, and when you looked back at Yuna in confusion, she just rolled her eyes at you.
“Just ignore Taehyung,” Yuna snorted, grabbing your arm and leading you to the table. She pulled you down into the seat beside hers and turned to address the group. “So! Let’s start reviewing for the quiz next week.”
You glanced at the clock beside your computer. It read 3:04 AM. Groaning, you looked at the stacks of sheets in front of you, and then at the textbook filled with highlighted text and sticky notes. But for the hours you had spent studying, you learned next to nothing.
In a moment of desperation, you logged into Facebook and open your study group chat, which you had been added to after your first sit-in.
Y/N 3:06 AM
SOS!!! Is anyone online!!!
Tae Tae 3:10 AM
Y/N 3:11 AM
I don’t understand anything??? Pls help
Immediately after you hit “enter,” Taehyung viewed the message. But no response came, and the typing bubble didn’t appear either. You broke out into a nervous sweat, overwhelmed by the fast approaching quiz and your lack of understanding of math in general.
Then, a message notification popped up onto your screen. Taehyung had messaged you separately from the group chat.
Taehyung 3:14 AM
lets just dm. dont wanna annoy the others
Y/N 3:14 AM
Taehyung 3:15 AM
so what don’t u understand?
Y/N 3:16 AM
Everything!!!! All the stuff we went over last meeting has completely left my brain.
Taehyung 3:17 AM
ok prepare urself this is gonna be a long lesson
So, for the next hour, Taehyung did his best to explain the different concepts and methods to you, while you scribbled notes furiously on your worn notebook. By the time he had went through all the material, your hand was throbbing and it was well past 4AM.
Y/N 4:37 AM
Thank you sooooooo much Taehyung! I owe you my life
Taehyung 4:38 AM
Y/N 4:39 AM
Ok, rude. But seriously, thanks. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise
Taehyung 4:39 AM
no probs. but u owe me now so don’t forget
Y/N 4:40 AM
I won’t!!!!! You’re the best!
Taehyung changed your nickname to “idiot.”
The day of the quiz came quickly, but when you sat down at your desk, you felt more relaxed than in any other math class. This time, you were actually prepared and confident in your abilities. So when the quiz arrived, you whizzed through every page.
Everything Taehyung had explained to you was on the quiz. You were sure that if you found the quiz easy, Taehyung could probably do it in his sleep. Even though you thought he was a bit annoying, he still had saved your ass.
When the test period finally finished, you grabbed all your belongings and darted from the testing centre. You spotted one of your friends, Jungkook, dashing towards the exit as well.
“Hey, Jungkook!” you called. He turned around, and once he spotted you, he smiled and waited for you to catch up. “How was the quiz?”
“You know I’m the fucking worst at math,” Jungkook scowled, crossing his arms as you walked together. “Fuck, why is this a mandatory course. I’m in liberal arts for a reason.”
“Tell me about it,” you replied, laughing humourlessly. “Luckily, this time I had help. The quiz wasn’t so–”
“Y/N!” someone yelled suddenly, their deep voice booming throughout the hall. Startled, you glanced up, spotting Taehyung a few meters away from you. He hurried over, nearly tripping over himself in the process. “How’d the quiz go?”
“Really well, actually,” you replied. “Everything you explained to me was on it, so I could answer all the questions.”
“No way,” Jungkook snorted. “Y/N, good at math? That’s fucking new.”
“What the fuck?” Taehyung growled, narrowing his eyes at Jungkook. “Watch yourself, you prick. Y/N isn’t stupid.”
“Woah, chill man,” Jungkook replied, putting his hands up in surrender. “I was making a joke. Calm yourself.”
“Let’s all just relax a little bit!” you exclaimed tightly, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and pulling him away from a very volatile Jungkook. He put up little resistance, letting himself be led around the building. When you reached an emptier hallway, you stopped and look back at Taehyung. “What was that all about?”
“He was implying you were stupid,” Taehyung mumbled, his eyes downcast. “And you tried really hard to study for this quiz.”
“You probably tried harder than me, if I’m being honest,” you said. “Plus, you call me stupid all the time. Are you the only one who can say that?”
“No,” he muttered, still unable to meet your eyes. He said something, but he was speaking too quietly for you to understand.
Reflexively, you reached for your long hair. You had slept with it in a bun last night, so your hair fell in loose waves. Objectively, you knew it looked pretty nice. You looked at Taehyung, confused, but when you saw his expression, suddenly everything clicked.
His cheeks were dusted in pink, and his eyes were darting around everywhere but your face.
“Are you–are you hitting on me?” you asked slowly. Taehyung’s cheeks darkened into a deeper red, and he bit his lip. “Oh my god, seriously? Are you twelve or something?”
“What!?” Taehyung whined. “You’re cute and it’s intimidating! What else can I do?”
“Ask me for my number or something?” you suggested, trying to hold back laughter. “Like a normal person our age?”
“Well, if that’s the case,” Taehyung said, finally lifting his gaze to your face as he scratched his nape awkwardly, “can I cash in my favour for your number?”
“I think I can do that,” you smiled, reaching for Taehyung’s phone once he fished it out of his pocket. “I might even say yes to a date, too.”
RECEIVED 4:07 PM
- Girl in Luv
Wow I’m done and it’s 3AM. Nice. This is unedited, so I’ll go back and make corrections later. Hope you all checked out our masterlist! Happy 3k woot woot! Thanks for everyone who’s stuck with us. We’re so glad you guys are enjoying our imagines. Happy reading
Dreaming about the one time Jughead slept over at your house was one of your favorite dreams. It was nighttime and you guys had planned to spend a couple hours together working on Jughead’s novel when a horrible thunderstorm broke out. Poor Jughead had gotten caught right in the middle of it as he walked to your house and he was absolutely drenched by the time he reached your house. Thankfully, he wasn’t in the worst part of the storm and he escaped unharmed. But within fifteen minutes, the trees and branches were falling everywhere. Your mother had taken one look outside and refused to send Jughead back out into the storm. She told him he could stay the night and had lent him some clothes from your father while she dried his soaked ones. The sight of your boyfriend in your dad’s big clothes made you and your mom laugh hysterically. Jughead on the other hand, not so much. Before you guys went to sleep (in separate rooms unfortunately), your mother informed you and Jughead that she couldn’t find Jughead’s shirt anywhere. She swore she put it in the dryer but now claimed it was gone. Thus began the hunt for the ratty green sweater. However, after an hour, everyone decided it was a lost cause and gave up. Your mother told Jughead if she ever found it, she would return it to him as soon as possible. That was six weeks ago.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
You groaned as your alarm blared right in your ear. You slammed the “off” button, flopping back onto your pillow.
“Y/N!” Your mother exclaimed as she rushed into your room.
“What? Ma, I’m up.” you said groggily, slowly pulling the covers off you.
“Your alarm has been going off for an hour! You’re going to be late!” she exclaimed again.
“What?” You asked, still groggy.
You looked at your phone and your eyes popped open once you saw that it was 7:40. School started in twenty minutes! You quickly rushed around your room, looking for something to wear. You quickly threw on jeans and black Converse before your eyes landed on a crumpled sweater stuck under your dresser. Not really looking at it and not thinking twice about it, you threw it on.
“Guess it’ll do for now.” you said to yourself as you raced to the bathroom washing your face, brushing your teeth, and combing your hair before running downstairs and out the front door, ignoring your mom’s calls to eat breakfast. You could buy a bagel at the cafeteria later. You managed to make to the school within three minutes to spare and leaned against the lockers, trying to catch your breath from running.
“Y/N!” a voice called.
You looked up and were greeted with the sight of your boyfriend waving at you, trying to get your attention. He began walking over to you.
“There you are. I was wondering if you could help me with— Is that my shirt?”
Confused at his statement, you looked down and your eyes widened. Yep. Without a doubt, you were wearing Jughead’s green sweater that the both of you presumed to be lost all those weeks ago. Your mom must’ve mixed up the laundry loads. You looked up at your boyfriend who was failing to bite back a smile and your cheeks reddened.
“You know, if you wanted my shirt you could’ve just told me. You didn’t have to make your mom pretend it was lost.” Jughead said as he leaned on the lockers.
Your mouth popped open.
“Wha-I did not make my—“ you began but stopped once you realized he was joking.
You attempted to glare at him, but a smirk came through instead.
“You’re an ass.” you mumbled.
Jughead laughed as he put his arm around your shoulder, the two of you walking down the hallway.
“Says the person who stole my favorite shirt.” he said cheekily.
You groaned, knowing you would never live this down.
A/N: Eighth hour of writing y’all give it up for hour eight!! Let me know what you thought!