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Wish You Were Here (Tom Holland Smut)

request: i think it was kinda? someone wanted phone sex w tom so here we are i’m too lazy to find it but anon one’s for u babe <3

short summary: tom was a little shit this whole week about the fresh cut and it got u all hot and bothered when he finally posted a pic so u know seeing as u can’t see him phone sex will have to do

length: 1.6k words

warnings: smut

A/N: i’m sorry i know i said i was working on 2 angsty peter fics but i knew i needed to write this as soon as he finally stopped being a snake and showed us that dope cut bc goddamn it looks fucking NICE i’m so s o r r y 
pls forgive me


You toyed with yourself as you paced around your bedroom. Not knowing what exactly to do, you were at a loss. You didn’t want to cave, but at the same time you were beyond caring. The reward would be too great if you would just succumb to your wants.

Tom hadn’t only been messing with his fans all week, but you too. What started as a simple joke tweet had amassed into hysteria in his fandom. He’d initially planned on only waiting a day before showing the world a simple selfie of his new hair cut, but after seeing everyone freak out he decided to take it a step further and mess with everyone for a few days.

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anonymous asked:

Since bitty is (I think?) the first openly gay player in the NHL in the fics, what about other players hitting on him when they play the schooners, or even better, during the all star game when jack is right there?

The game so far has been nothing memorable, just another pre-season exhibition against Edmonton that neither team really want to give their all because why risk anything before the season even starts?

“Bittle,” Burig, a second line Oilers winger, flags Eric down at the end of the second period, with a look of grim determination that gives Eric the sense he’s about to be sucker-punched.

“Yeah?”

“You, uh,” Burig hesitates, gnawing on his mouthguard and twisting his stick in his hands while he comes up with whatever he wants to say. He huffs and looks around for any teammates that might be watching the exchange, finding the rest of his line distracted, he leans in close. “You doing anything after the game?”

Eric blinks. “What?” 

“Just,” Burig shrugs, face flushing pink, “wanted to see if you’d like to grab a drink or something.”

“Oh. Oh!” Someone from the bench yells his name and Eric is faced with a dilemma he knows he can’t resolve in the next 15 seconds. “Wait for me after the game, we can talk.”

Burig nods tightly, beet red, and skates back to his own bench.

Just another thing for Eric to think about while coach yells at him for missing an unnecessary pep talk.

____

Burig is waiting for Eric when he leaves the locker room, hair still damp and his suit slightly rumpled like he’d thrown it on in a rush, which makes Eric feel worse for some reason.

“Hey,” he perks up when he sees Eric, sliding his phone into his gear bag. “You wanted to talk?” He sounds so earnest it hurts and Eric motions to a meeting room just off the hallway.

“It’ll be a bit more private in here.”

Eric doesn’t waste time when the doors close, Burig isn’t the first player to approach him and he certainly won’t be the last.

“You’re very sweet, but I have a boyfriend.”

“Fuckin’ knew it,” Burig curses, shouldering his duffel bag. “No way someone as hot as you is single. Worth a shot, right?”

“Were you looking for a hook-up or?”

“No, not like that, I just kinda,” he hesitates like he’s afraid of saying too much.

“Safe space,” Eric waves his arms to indicate the empty room. “Be honest.”

“I’m tired of Grindr and puckbunnies and bar hookups, you know? I want something real.”

Eric immediately runs through a list in his mind of the few single players he’s met in similarly awkward situations. “You play in Vancouver next week, right?”

Burig’s eyes go wide and Eric holds up a warning finger. “Hold your horses. I may have a friend in a similar situation, but it’ll be on his terms if he wants to reach out. Give me your number, and I’ll pass it along if he wants to meet. Okay? No promises.”

_______

“You want to tell me why we’re watching Vancouver slaughter Edmonton when we could be doing literally anything else?” Jack bemoans from the couch, poking and prodding at Eric to distract him.

“I’m invested, alright? You plant seeds, you watch ‘em grow.”

The clock runs out on the second period and Eric keeps his eyes trained on Vancouver’s goalie, Crivier, who waves Burig over in a moment of calm. The two talk, barely visible over the shoulder of a commentator, but moments later Burig skates away with a very prominent smile on face. 

“And boom goes the dynamite,” Eric whispers, grabbing the remote to switch over to the new season of House of Cards.

“You playing matchmaker again, Bits?” Jack laughs, pressing himself against Eric’s side and nuzzling at his neck.

“You know how much competition you’d have if I didn’t set up all the guys that hit on me with each other?” Eric breathes, sliding his fingers through Jack’s hair. “I could have a harem.”

Jack groans and squeezes Eric tightly. “I’ll fight everyone,” he murmurs, “even the guys I like.” 

27 Dress Code Violations

@jilychallenge 04/2017 | @bantasticbeasts vs @anxiouspotter

Muggle AUs | “i get dress coded so you give me your jacket and we protest unfair regulations for girls together/you sass the teacher about how distracted you are by my shoulders”

Word Count: 2500

special shoutout to @jiilys. solidarity, sister

AO3


i.

She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.

“Vector,” she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald’s unspoken question. It’s the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school’s dress code.

“Yes, Miss Evans’ entrance was very exciting, but I’ll have your attention back to the lesson now, please,” says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It’s for the best.

ii.

“Here,” James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. “They’re doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on.”

Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it’s neutral.

She looks good in his jacket.

iii. 

Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It’s only October, and Lily’s already had six. She doesn’t look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.

iv.

There’s a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn’t planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that’s certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.

She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.

“Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?” she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go–

“Sorry, Miss, I can’t get up. It’s Evans’ shoulders - they’re overwhelming me. I simply can’t do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it’s safe.”

He’s a funny boy, she’ll give him that. “Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness.”

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Ignore This Text

Summary: Sam somehow gets a favor out of Bucky, resulting in a very awkward confrontation with a local barista.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Characters: Female Reader, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1,980

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Every Sunday morning, at precisely 8:45, Bucky finds himself at a quaint, little cafe just a block away from the Brooklyn apartment himself, Steve, and Sam, who he finds utterly unbearable, live together. Like clockwork, he’ll wake up, argue with Sam about him eating the rest of whatever food Bucky was attempting to have for breakfast, Steve offering to go grocery shopping the umpteenth time that week, and with Bucky frustratingly storming out of the apartment subconsciously heading towards the cafe with the best muffins and no with Sam Wilson in sight.

Just like all the weeks before, Bucky’s feet hurriedly carry himself down the empty morning sidewalk as he groans in annoyance. This Sunday Sam had decided to finish off the carton of egg whites, that clearly had a bright blue sticky-note with Bucky’s name on it, and to use up all the hot water in the apartment. It seemed as if this man’s purpose on Earth was to make Bucky Barnes’ life more difficult than it had to be.

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No Strings (X)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17 (explicit sex)

Word Count: 5,524

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

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High for This

High for This by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader x Sam, John x Reader

A witch’s curse hexes the three Winchester men and reader, leading to a night of desire that would change things forever.

Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Threesome (NO Wincest), Fingering, Language, Dom!John, discussion of being high, dirty talk, orgasm denial, squirting, spanking, mention of a panic attack, Feels, A lil fluff, lack of protection, canon divergence. To be clear- the characters have all consented to all sexual acts in this story. 

Word Count: 8408 | On AO3 | This is inspired by the song High for This by The Weeknd, and my first song for @mrs-squirrel-chester Album Fanficfion Challenge. 

This fic had a mind of its own but I love it. I hope you do too :)


The Impala rolled into a parking space on the street and Sam killed the engine. I straightened the sleeves of my navy fed suit, and looked over at him.

“You really think she’s going to know anything?” Sam pestered, looking through the window.

“Witnesses said two of the victims had been here to see her for readings.” I responded, climbing out of the car. I patted my jacket pocket to make sure I still had my fake FBI badge. “She does readings on love and relationships.”

Sam rolled his eyes as we walked up the sidewalk to the old house.

“What if she’s really psychic then? She’ll know we’re hunters.” Sam suggested sarcastically as he looked over his shoulder to the street.

“Then we’ll improvise. It’ll be fine, Sam.” I responded, looking around the front porch. A bright Psychic Reader sign lit up the front window.

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Paranoia | M

“Does it look like I want to be stuck with you for the rest of my life?”

Précis; Because waking up beside the one you have always despised isn’t something that you thought would ever actually happen.

Note: Since this post was eaten awhile back, I had to rewrite it..good thing my memory is A1 lol. *whispers* this is hella revamped so if you read it before..it’s 85% different | Words ➳ 11k

Genre & Warnings: Fluff, humor and minor angst. O h, & light smut. ((: {ft. Jungkook} | enemies to lovers au

➳ paranoia ; suspicion and mistrust of people or their actions without evidence and justification.


It was the tinkling of ice that rummaged within your glass of liquor that you debated whether to drink the contents and regret it the day after or to deny the free offer the bartender had given you; to try their new bottle they had promptly started to sell within the specific bar. Your eyes narrowed towards the softly fizzing contents inside your glass, scrutinizing the bubbles as they dispersed after floating about the liquid for more than a few seconds — having wasted their purpose as they popped small amounts of gas within the air. You were so entranced, giving yourself thousands of reasons why drinking at that moment shouldn’t even be debatable to notice the bartender laugh under his breath.

“It’s not going to kill you, you know.” He said, shaking a blender cup before he started to pour someone else a glass of alcohol.

You pursed your lips, glancing to your phone hoping you would receive a text back but to your dismay, you had received nothing. “It may not kill me,” you started while you softly flicked the glass with your finger as the crushed ice began to dance with one another, “but it will ruin my life.”

He hummed, resting his elbow on the counter and towards your sober state of mind, sliding the cup a little closer to you. “But it may also give you something to live for.”

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Feel Everythin’

Originally posted by natpekis

Summary: Bucky’s forgotten many facets of being human, from kindness to sharing a touch. There’s something about you, however, that’s been resurrecting a piece of his old self, a piece of a man that wasn’t afraid of the human touch, of a man that craved it.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Wordcount: 3,621

A/N: This is for Carolina’s prompt game! Congrats on 7k, Caro! I also wanna thank Kumi’s bitch ass for helping me with some smol mistakes in this! Thanks friendo!

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Bucky Barnes has difficulty in remembering the times when he knew that the human touch wasn’t so bad.

The quick pace of his new life as an Avenger distracts him from the fact that he doesn’t know himself too well, either. Bucky knows that his real name is James Buchanan Barnes, he knows his dead sister’s name was Rebecca, and he knows that Steve Rogers used to be a good friend of his, but he has no clue who he is, who he was.

It is a cruel fact of his life that is cruel that haunts him day in and day out.

He tries, though. He tires himself out trying to remember what it used to feel like to be human. No, not just human; he tries to remember what it used to feel like to be a human that could feel something other than cool grief, a human that could yearn the human touch, one that could feel something akin to warmth.

Warmth is such a foreign notion to Bucky.

Therefore, when he first meets you and he feels something tender and warm blossoming in the pit of his nervous belly, he can’t help but revere you indefinitely.

He does so with bashful glances when you’re not looking.

It’s odd, really. Steve always told you Bucky used to be quite the talker and quite the charming young man.

But, then again, that was back then, back in a time where humanity still couldn’t fathom the idea of greedy hands controlling a terrified young man’s mind.

So, you don’t think much of Steve’s friend’s serious demeanor. You reason that it isn’t so easy to be all that happy after being tortured and controlled by the likes of HYDRA.

You don’t take it so personally when Bucky gives you nothing more than one-word or two-word answers. It’s efficient enough that he gets his point across, but it leaves you wanting a little more.

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The One With Stevie's Book

Steve x Reader

Summary: A tiny discovery of Steven’s interest leads to a very surprising turns of events.

Word Count: 1,615

Warnings: steve being a naughty little shit, slight nsfw content (nothing much, i promise) and detailed kissing  

A/N: i was watching season 7 episode 2 of friends “the one with rachel’s book” (hence the name of this fic) when this idea came in my mind.

i hope y'all enjoy this quick one short!

as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

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No Strings (V)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Excessive drinking 

Word Count: 4,040

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by jiyoongis

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Secret

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 2426

Warnings: NSFW 18+. Smut, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) chocolate pie porn.

Request: Hello! I have a request, could you do one where the reader starts working for Tony and soon after the reader and Bucky start a secret affair? Thanks love! - Anon

A/N: Here you go my dear! Sorry that it took me so long!



‘You can do this.’

‘You have worked hard for this.’

‘You deserve this.’

The pep talk you were giving yourself as you drove up to the gate surrounding the Avengers compound wasn’t helping your nerves at all. You leaned forward to look up through your windshield at the concrete walls. This place was a fortress.

You rolled your window down when you approached a booth. You hit the green call button and jumped at the electronic voice that spoke.

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Tonight’s Dinner

Oneshot featuring Adrienette and a Snapchat gone wrong, based on something that happened with me and my friends xD

Rating: mild T

Word count:1097


It had started out perfectly innocent and amusing enough.

Marinette and Alya were discreetly taking pictures in their respective classes, sending the photos to each other on Snapchat. They were completely random; sometimes they were selfies accompanied with the caption of ‘save me’ or ‘I’m so bored’. Others were of the back of people’s heads, or the teachers’ desks, or even the teachers themselves, caught in an unintentionally humorous pose in mid-speech.

Neither had gotten caught, which Marinette figured since the steady influx of pictures from Alya kept right on coming.

She had to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing when she saw the newest picture. This time, it was of Chloe pulling off a particularly miserable look, with the caption, “when ur not able to suffocate Adrien for 5 seconds”.

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#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 12)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 986

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A/N: Enjoy :)

Originally posted by skyexwanda

“Run, Y/N.”

What?

"Run away from him now before it’s too late.”

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Warrior

a/n: get some tissues this is nearly 3000 words of pure emotion and sadness and angst


Slamming the door closed on your car, you carefully walked up the path to your sister’s bridal shower, large gift box in hand. You had flown home from Shawn’s tour to get ready for your return to university, and you made it back in time to go to her shower.

Thankfully, the door had been opened so you didn’t have to worry about balancing the gift in one hand. It wasn’t even that impressive of a gift, it was just a blender. But, it wasn’t a cheap blender, so you didn’t dare loosen your grip as you walked down the hall, until you dropped it on the table with the rest of the gifts.

“Hey! Glad you could make it!” Your sister’s best friend smiled, hugging you.

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Light

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “could you please do 42 and 45 with jughead x reader? thanks !!” and
“Hi!!! I really love your blog! I was wondering if you could do a Jughead one with #45 and 50, please? ❤️”

Prompt: 
#42 “I hate you.” - “No, you don’t.”
#45 “I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
#50 “If I asked, you’d say no.” - “You don’t know that.”

Everything Tag List: @betty-coopers-number-one-stan@1amluke, @pissheadofficial, @teen-river-wolf, @itsjaynebird, @nooneshoney, @carouselof-progress, @apocalypticangell, @welc0met0thedarkside, @sparklingriverdale, @gryffndor, @jugheads-lawyer, @jugheadjns
Jughead x Reader Tag List: @keepcalmandflywithtoothless, @lostinpercyseyes, @captainsuperfangirl, @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked@xbobaaa, @theselfishllama

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Your Move

Requested: Could I request a Kyungsoo scenario where he gets jealous that you’re so close with the members with fluff please? :)  ~ HELL YEAH. 

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader 

Rating: PG-13 with a lot of suggestive stuff *coughs* 

SPECIAL FEATURE ALERT: This is a reader-interactive fic, so in the box below, if you enter a name (yours or a character’s, for example), and click “submit”, it will swap out “Y/N” for that name. This feature does not work on dashboard/feed/mobile app unfortunately.

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Originally posted by katherine8595

“You have to stretch,” Chanyeol says in your ear. “C’mon, just a little farther.”

“It’s all about flexibility,” Yixing adds from your other side. “You have to be flexible to make something beautiful with us, Y/N.”

“Guys,” you groan, struggling to do as they say. Finally, it’s too much and you slam your palms against the piano keys in defeat, wincing at the jarring sound. “It’s impossible. I just can’t reach all the keys at once – my hands are too small. I don’t know how people do this.”

You’re sitting on the bench of the grand piano in the EXO dorm room with Yixing and Chanyeol on either side of you, and the three of you are trying to write a song together for Junmyeon’s birthday. Only, two years of piano lessons in grade school really isn’t a huge help to you right now, especially since you’re not much bigger than you were as a kid. All that’s changed is your face has gotten more angular and your body has filled out, to your relief. But you still have child hands. And it sucks.

Baekhyun and Sehun are there too, sprawled on the couch and blowing up balloons in the middle of goofing around. Kyungsoo is sitting on the loveseat and flipping through a Martha Stewart magazine (you’d bought it for him as a joke but he’d accepted the gift seriously), trying to find the perfect birthday cake recipe. Early afternoon sunlight is pouring through the glass doors of the living room, the television is on and serving as peaceful background noise, and you’re surrounded by your closest friends. You’re distracted briefly from your frustration by this happy realization, and you smile to yourself. How lucky you are to have been blessed with them in your life.

“Your hands aren’t that small,” Chanyeol nudges your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.

You scowl. “Oh yeah? Hold up yours.” Biting his lip, he does and you place your palm against his. The tips of your fingers just barely reach his knuckles. “You were saying, Yeol?” The three of you laugh, and Chanyeol laces his fingers with yours, placing your twined hands against his chest.

“Maybe I’ll just teach you the drums,” he chuckles and you sigh wryly. That’s when you feel something – the intangible sensation of someone watching you – and you look over to find Kyungsoo’s eyes on you. Specifically, on your hand in Chanyeol’s. For some reason, you feel the need to pull your hand back, but Kyungsoo quickly looks away before you can move.

“Why don’t I take a break?” you turn back to Yixing and Chanyeol. “You guys keep working. You’ll probably make actual progress without my non-musical ass in the way.”

“What ass?” Sehun calls from the other side of the room. “The only one with an ass here is me, proud founder of the Sebooty, established 1994.”

“Yeah, well at least I don’t store all my talent in my butt,” you retort cheerfully.

“And where do you store yours?”

You gesture to your chest. “In my boobs, like any other respectable woman.” Sehun sputters while the rest of the boys crack up – except Kyungsoo, you notice. He’s been acting strange lately. You’ve always had a rather crude sense of humor, which is why the boys feel so comfortable around you, and Kyungsoo used to laugh right along with everyone else. But now even the most unassuming things will put him off, and he’ll draw away from you as if you’ve done something wrong. It makes you sad, but you’re not sure how to bring up the subject to him, or if you even should. After all, it could have nothing to do with you, and you were never one to jump to conclusions anyway.

Deciding that you’ll show him some extra attention to help draw him out of his shell, you head over to the loveseat and plop down beside Kyungsoo, setting you head on his shoulder. He seems to thaw a bit at this and playfully knocks his head against yours.

“How’s the cake quest going?” you ask as you scan the glossy magazine pages on his lap. “Please tell me we’re not doing red velvet. Not tonight, anyway,” you wiggle your brows at Baekhyun and he cackles. But you really don’t have a clue what kind of cake Myeon would want.

Of all the EXO boys, Junmyeon is the member you’re the most respectful towards, only because you’ve never had the chance to really spend time with him and become familiar with him. As the leader, he has the most responsibilities and therefore the least free time. “What flavor does Myeon oppa like? I’m guessing he’d go for something classy like pineapple-upside-down or marble.”

Kyungsoo’s shoulder feels stiff beneath your cheek. “What makes you say that?”

You shrug. “He’s a classy guy. He’s like Suave shampoo personified, so I figure his tastes are the same too. I know, I’ll ask Minseok.” You slide your phone out of your jeans pocket, about to text Minseok who’s out with the rest of the Distract-Junmyeon-From-the-Surprise-Party-Team, when you see that you have unread messages from Jongdae. Grinning, you open up the chat.

There’s a picture of Junmyeon standing in front of the mirror in a dressing room hallway, checking himself out. He’s dressed almost formally in well-fitting slacks, a maroon button-down shirt, and a gray tie. You notice that he looks…nervous.

Fearless leader thinks we’re helping him get ready for a blind date, Jongdae wrote under that. Then there’s another picture. You enlarge it to see a photo of a pretty girl, taken from behind, and you’re marveling at the way the dress she’s wearing accents her toned legs and surprisingly broad shoulders – and then your eyes fall on the next picture, and you clap your hand over your mouth, guffawing.

Maybe he should go through the whole date blind, Jongdae captioned it. You agree, because the last picture shows the girl’s face – except it’s not a girl, it’s Jongin. Wearing a dress and a wig and heels, smiling seductively at the camera.

Damn, she fine, you type back and hit send, wiping tears from your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” Kyungsoo asks with a small smile. He’s watching you almost as if he’s memorizing the way you laugh.

“Jongdae,” you shake your head. Leave it to him, Minseok, and Jongin to pull such a trollish stunt. Poor Junmyeon. But it would be all the more sweet to then come back to a surprise party.

“Ah,” Kyungsoo says quietly. “Jongdae.” You feel his body beside you expand and contract with a silent sigh, and then he gets up, murmuring, “I’m gonna go make that cake now.” And he walks away, disappearing into the kitchen. You watch him go, then look down at the loveseat where the magazine with the recipes still rests. Aish. What is with this boy? You run a hand through your hair, grab the magazine, and head after him into the kitchen.

He’s gathering ingredients when you arrive, vanilla extract, eggs, sugar, flour. Without a word, you join him, retrieving the baking ware from the drawers. You set it all on the counter neatly beside the magazine and when he joins you at the counter, still not looking at you, you slide your arms around him and pull him into a hug. After a moment, his arms come around you too and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Something’s definitely off with him, you’re sure of it now, and his unnamed pain makes your heart clench.

“I’m sorry,” you exhale.

“For what?” He sounds genuinely confused – and muffled.

“For whatever it is that I’m doing to make you sad. You’re so important to me, Kyungsoo-yah, and I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that, right?”

At this, Kyungsoo pulls away to examine your face. “Is that what you think?” You’re taken aback at the surprise in his voice, how visibly upset he is. “That you’re hurting me? Y/N, you could never hurt me. Seeing you only brings me happiness – you only make my day better. Aish.” He tugs you against him again and tucks you under his chin, and you embrace him back with relief.

“But then what is upsetting you?”

It’s a long moment before he replies and when he does, all he says is, “Me.”  

Before you can respond to this, Baekhyun suddenly waltzes into the kitchen with his phone in his hands. “Minseok just texted saying we only have a couple more hours to prepare, so to ‘hurry the fuck up’.” He glances up from his phone and sees you and Kyungsoo still embracing, and he smiles slyly. “Are we working hard or hardly working here, slackers?”

“Says the guy who blew a grand total of two balloons,” you roll your eyes, untangling yourself from Kyungsoo.

“Point taken. Maybe you can give me some tips on the art of…blowing.”

To your right, Kyungsoo snatches the magazine from the counter and flips through the pages at a speed too quick to actually read anything. “Maybe you can get off your lazy ass and actually help us,” he snaps.  

“Sure,” Baekhyun says brightly. He comes over to stand at attention by your side, but Kyungsoo drags him away and points to the ingredients. “Start measuring those out.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You picked what kind of cake we’re making?” you ask Kyungsoo.

He looks up at you with the softest eyes, and you feel a strange flutter in your chest. “Marble,” he nods. “Like you said, it’s what Junmyeon would want. And I hope we all get what we want someday.”  


Between the three of you, the cake gets done pretty quickly. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Baekhyun puts music on, and now you’re all singing along loudly to an old Girls Generation song as you work. Baekhyun is pouring the batter into a pan, shaking his hips in time to the rhythm, while Kyungsoo expertly pares an orange across a zester to collect tangy garnish. You’re in the zone yourself as you whip the life out of the milk, butter, sugar, and vanilla to make frosting, and you belt out the chorus of the song with the boys, a horrible harmony to their lovely melodies. Whatever, you don’t care. You’re having fun.

Baekhyun carefully moves the now-full pan into the oven and yells, “Touchdown!” as he closes it. You and Kyungsoo whoop and high-five him, and you set down the frosting, satisfied with it.

“Guys, taste this and tell me if it’s good,” you say. You dip your finger in and hold out a dollop to Kyungsoo, who scrapes it off with a spoon and gives it try.

“Ah, that’s perfect,” he grins and returns to his zesting.

“I wanna try,” Baekhyun chimes in and you wave him over, holding out another dollop to him. Unlike Kyungsoo, however, he doesn’t have a spoon so he just catches your finger in his hand and puts it in his mouth, maintaining eye contact all the while. You wrinkle your nose and pull away, laughing, and Baekyun licks his lips approvingly – and then you hear a sharp gasp.

You look over just as Kyungsoo tears his gaze from you and Baekhyun to his hand – that’s now bleeding. He drops the grater with a curse.

“Oh, Soo, are you okay?” You hurry over to him, but he just shuffles over to the sink to rinse his wound.

“Should I get the medical kit?” Baekhyun asks, all joking gone. “Do you need stitches?”

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly. “Just…finish the cake. You two don’t really need me at this point anyway.” And with that, he shuts the tap off and stalks out of the kitchen, and you’re left staring after him yet again.

You sink against the counter and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why does he get like this?” you mutter. “One minute, we’re best friends, and the next, he won’t even look at me.”

Baekhyun turns the music off on his phone and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, Y/N. He’s just tired of your games, that’s all.”

You straighten immediately and stare at him. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing any games.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re playing hard-to-get, and honestly, even I was getting tired of watching it. Why do you think I was flirting so obviously with you? I was trying to get your boy to finally make a move because I didn’t think you were ever going to.”

“You—he—wait, what?” This is too much to process at once, and you stare at the bloody zester in wonder. Kyungsoo…likes you? And that’s why he’s so upset? Because he thinks you’re toying with him?

“But wait,” you shake your head. “He told me earlier that he wasn’t upset with me, he’s upset with himself. That doesn’t fit with your story.”

Baekhyun considers this, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Why would he be mad at himself?” he muses. “Maybe he thinks he’s not trying hard enough to win you over. And what would give him that idea?” Baekhyun’s eyes slide to yours and widen. “Does he even know that you like him?”

You’re at a loss for words.

Baekhyun’s gaze is piercing on you, and then he lets out a little incredulous laugh. “Do you like him, Y/N?”

The pieces are slowly coming together in your head and in harmony with your heart, and you place your hand over your chest, feeling the racing pulse. What an idiot, you are. I hope we all get what we want someday. Someday is today, you realize. “Yes,” you murmur. And then again, louder, “Yes.”

“Well, then go end the game! Tell him that he won!” You snap to your senses and nod, racing out of the kitchen, past the living room when you see he’s not there, and up the stairs to his room. But now that you’re here, on the literal and metaphorical threshold of something so amazing, you’re not sure how to proceed. You can’t just barge in and say, Hey, I just realized I love you, let’s get married and have babies. And he’s hurting too, in many different ways, and he probably thinks you have a thing for Baekhyun – which is horrifying, and you’ve never done something like this before and—

“Y/N?” You whirl around to find Kyungsoo behind you. So he wasn’t even in his room. Of course.

“Hi Kyungsoo-yah,” you manage. You’re nervous – god, why are you so nervous? Your hands are clammy and your stomach is in knots and why haven’t you noticed before how lovely his eyes are and how soft his lips look and how beautiful his smile is—

He’s smiling. Why is he smiling? You’re about to ask him, when he catches your face gently between his hands and places the most tender kiss on your mouth. You gasp a little against his lips before melting into him. He’s so reverent with you, in the way he holds you against him and kisses you that it takes you a moment to open your eyes when he pulls back.

“You…heard what I said in the kitchen?” you guess.

Kyungsoo quirks a brow in amusement. “No. Chanyeol told me that I hit the lotto, and I just never went to collect my prize.”

You groan. “Were they all in on this? This scheme to get us together?”

“Apparently.”

“Well, in that case,” you grin and tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. “You can call me monster.”

We Don’t Talk Anymore

Originally posted by the9397

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (feat. Jimin or the other way around??)

Word Count: 2.469

A/N: this was requested before I went on hiatus when jungkook released the cover but I just now had the time to write it. I hope you enjoy it!

also I didn’t proof read yet, I’m too lazy rn please bare with me


Strolling down the street, head down, you made your way to your university. One arm clutched around the cup of coffee and the other one gripping your bag tightly, knuckles turning white. The tension in your body was eating you out alive, making it impossible to function properly. 

A piercing sound made its way to your ears, causing you to flinch and letting your cup fall to the ground. The coffee splattered all across the sidewalk, passersby throwing you judging looks while your hand roamed through your pockets, searching for the device that was equivalent to the noise that startled you.

Finally being able to grasp it in between your shaking fingers, you held it to you ear, taking a deep breath. 

“Hello?”

“Hey babe, how’s your morning?”, his voice echoed through the device, sounding too eager for your still sleepy state.

“Mhh fine”, you mumbled while trying to dodge other passersby on the sidewalk that walked in the opposite direction. “You just startled me and I accidentally spilled all my coffee on the floor.” 

A pout formed on your lips as you realized you’d had to survive the whole day without your daily cup of sweet bitterness to give you a boost of energy. Your day was practically ruined.   

His angelic laugh made a smile appear on your face and you felt your heart flutter at that sound. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you (Y/N)”, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I’ll come by after your first period and bring you a new one, does that sound good?”

You sighed in defeat. “Jimin, it’s not that big of a deal, don’t worry. It’s just coffee”, you laughed. “I can survive without it.”

His grin was practically audible through the phone. “No, you wouldn’t (Y/N) and we both know that. Your unbearable without your morning coffee. I’ll be there.” 

Walking through the gates of your university, you nodded to some acquaintances and smiled. “How do I even deserve you Park Jimin? Thank you, really.”

He laughed. “Anything for my princess. Now go get to your class, we’ll see each other in a bit!”

You giggled and hung up before letting your phone slide back into your bag and taking a seat in the back row. Still in a lovely daze, you started to unpack and placed your paper and pen in front of you, ready to take notes for once during this lecture. It was one of the hardest to concentrate at and even though you told yourself each time before class to focus, that it’s important for your future, it always ended in a disaster. Not once had you been able to listen to what the professor said, let alone take notes. Your nerves were wrecked every time after class and the only thing that could calm you down was Jimin.

All of a sudden your hackles raised and you knew he was in the same room. He had entered and was looking directly at you, making your whole body react to his gaze even though you hadn’t looked at him yet. You didn’t have to turn to his direction to know that he was there. Your body knew. 

Nervously, you started chewing on your bottom lip and kneading your hands together, trying to hold your gaze to the front. If you looked, this lecture wouldn’t be different from all the others. You had to concentrate. You had to stay strong, You had to stay focused. 

A light breeze made goosebumps appear on your arms and your heart started aching when the smell of his cologne hit your nose. Slowly you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply and remembering…


“I could stay like this forever, you know. You, me and this bed”, his deep early morning voice lulled you in. You softly hummed in response, snuggling closer to his chest and inhaling his unique scent. Butterflies danced in the pit of your stomach and electricity shot through your body wherever his fingers decided to caress your naked skin. 

“Of course we’d need to hire someone then to cook for us, otherwise we’d starve to death”, he added, making you giggle. Your eyes shot up and his hands started playing with your hair while looking at you lovingly.

You loved moments like these. He treated you like the most precious thing anyone could ever hold. He made you feel like the Queen on Earth that nobody could ever compare to. You felt safe and loved. All of his being was devoted to you in those few seconds and you couldn’t think of any better feeling than that. His arms were your home. His eyes were your savior. His lips your treasure. He was everything to you and you were everything to him. 

Just the two of you.

“We could just hire Jin. I bet he’d gladly cook for his youngest child, making sure he doesn’t starve to death”, he laughed at your comment, placing soft kisses all over your face.

“I could never starve to death with you in my arms”, he muttered and you playfully hit his chest, making him gasp in fake shock.

“Geez, you’re so cheesy sometimes”, you said while hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“Only for you (Y/N)”, he laughed, pulling you closer, enwrapping you in his scent. 

Heaven was nothing compared to his arms.


A high pitched giggle made you come back from your memories and you turned your head to the source of noise, eyebrows furrowed and heart aching. One of your classmates was sitting on his lap, throwing her head back and laughing dramatically while he grinned silently, hands placed on her waist and softly tickling her.

“Stop it Jungkook, you know how ticklish I am!”, she squealed, playfully hitting his arms and smiling widely at him. 

“I know, that’s why I’m doing it”, he answered before continuing his mission.

The professor turned his microphone on, making the girl slide back onto her chair and Jungkook turn his gaze away from her, smile fading instantly. His eye bags looked horrible, eyes sad, almost emotionless. His face was pale and lips chapped. All life seemed to be sucked out of him, just like you were feeling. 

His gaze went up and your eyes met, locking for a small eternity. You saw the blood rush through his veins back to his face again, giving his cheeks a pink tint, eyes sprinkling with all kinds of emotions and lips turning to a nostalgic smile. Your heart fluttered just like it used to with a mix of a painful feeling that seemed as if someone was slamming a knife into it over and over again. Your eyes started to water but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him. He seemed to suck you in, not letting you go no matter how hard you tried to focus on your professor instead of Jungkook.

Until the girl nudged him in the side and he flinched, breaking eye contact and making you release the breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Quickly, you turned to the front, grabbing pen and paper and eagerly starting to write down whatever the professor was telling. Your mind was still in another dimension but your just automatically wrote everything down that you got a glimpse of. You could feel Jungkook’s stare from the other side of the room, yet you didn’t act on it. It burned holes into your ski but you stayed focused - or at least you tried to.

Throughout the whole lecture you could feel his gaze on you, so when class was finally over, you quickly grabbed your things together and ran out of the lecture hall. Almost running into your boyfriend who was waiting in front of the door, Jimin grabbed your wrist before you could splash the second coffee all over both of you.

“Wow there, slow down”, he laughed and placed a small kiss on your lips, handing you the coffee. 

You grabbed it thankfully, shooting him an apologetic smile and embracing him in a tight hug. That was all you needed in that moment. No coffee, no nothing. Just Jimin holding you tight.

He sensed that and pulled you close, still standing in the middle of the hallway, softly caressing your back, placing a kiss on top of your head. You stayed like that for a while before you looked up at him and gently smiled.

“Thank you”, you spoke, making him look a little lost.

“For what?”, Jimin asked and raised an eyebrow.

You chuckled. “Everything.”

That’s when a huge smile spread across his face, pulling you close into his arms again and softly rocking you from side to side, holding you like you were his world.

And you were. 


“Jimin!”, you called for him from your bedroom, looking at yourself in the mirror while adjusting the tight dress, already looking for a pair of shoes to wear.

His figure appeared in the door frame a second later and he looked at you questioningly. “What’s up?”

You stopped in your tracks and pulled another dress out of your wardrobe.

“Which one should I wear tonight? This black one from when we ate dinner with your parents in that really fancy Italian restaurant or the red one that I’m wearing right now?”, you turned to face him and saw his face. 

“When did you get this dress (Y/N)?”, his eyes were big and mouth slightly open, hands scratching his neck - a habit he had when he was nervous. 

“Mhh I don’t quite remember”, you said while he bit down on his lips, gaze wandering up and down your body. But boy, did you remember….


“(Y/N) have you seen m-”, Jungkook stopped in his tracks as he stepped into your bedroom, seeing you standing there in the gift he got you.

“I see you already tried your Valentine’s gift on”, he smirked before placing his bag down onto the floor and making his way over to where you were standing. His hands gently caressed the material of the dress, following your curves, exploring it as if it was all new to him. 

You hummed in response and turned back to the mirror in front of you, Jungkook holding you from behind. A smirk was placed on your lips as he started leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, biting down every once in a while.

“You know, I was wondering if this dress was maybe more of a gift for yourself than for me”, you jokingly teased, making him smirk onto your skin before sliding his hands down your body to the hem of the dress.

“I’m not gonna lie, it is a pretty convenient gift don’t you think? You get something new to wear as you always complain that you don’t have enough nice things to wear and I get to look at you in it”, cocked his eyebrows at you. “And occasionally taking if off of you again”, he winked into the mirror, making you laugh and turn to face him again.

“I thought you had practice tonight”, you smirked, letting your index finger slide down his toned chest covered by one of his typical white shirts. Purposely you pressed your body against his, letting him feel every single curve of yours.

“They won’t mind if I’m late. After all it’s still Valentine’s Day and we didn’t get to the best part of today yet, did we?”, he leaned in before you could answer but you knew you didn’t need to answer. He knew your response anyway.


Hand in hand you stepped into the restaurant, your heels clacking on the floor while the waiter led the way to the already full table. Heads turned to the two of you but you tried your best to ignore it. Jimin squeezed your hand, sensing how uncomfortable you were feeling. You looked at him and he smiled at you reassuringly, making a smile appear on your lips as well.

As you arrived on the table, everybody greeted you happily before you sat down on the bench side, next to Hoseok who was already smiling at you brightly, making you feel more at ease than you would have thought. He was he definition of an angel and could make anybody happy, no matter in what kind of mood they were in. 

Jimin was sat to your left, so when you accidentally kicked someone’s feet underneath the table while adjusting your seating position, your gaze automatically shot up to dramatically apologize until you met his eyes.

He looked at you as if he was trying to take a mental photograph, regret washing over his face and small tears well up before he could blink them away.

“You look really beautiful tonight (Y/N)”, he complimented you, while holding eye contact, searching for something specific in your eyes. 

“You really do (Y/N! I really love your dress, where did you get it from?”, the girl from your lecture, his girlfriend, asked you. An honest smile was plastered on her face and she seemed sincerely interested.

You smiled back at her. “Thank you! Sadly, I don’t remember where I got this from… I think it might have been a gift or something”, you smiled apologetically and she shrugged before turning her attention back to Taehyung who was sitting on her other side.

As your gaze wandered away from her you noticed Jungkook’s expression. His jaw was clenched, hands hidden under the table but you were sure they were tensed as well. His eyes full of hurt, he glared at you before sinking his look and you noticed a small tear rolling down his cheek that he was quick to wipe away before anybody else noticed. 

At his sight, your heart started to ache like it was about to burn down in flames and every inch of your body longed for his touch. You wanted to comfort him and tell him that of course you did remember. That you could never forget, not him and not anything he had done for you.      

You flinched when Jimin placed his soft hand on your thigh, making you turn your attention to him. 

“Are you okay?”, he asked concerned, motioning to your tensed posture. 

“Yes Chimchim, I’m fine”, you faked a giggle, making him sigh in relief and place a soft kiss on your lips before turning his attention back to Jin who had started to tell his famous jokes. 

You shot Jungkook one last look before turning to Hoseok and starting a conversation with him. You had to distract yourself otherwise you’d go crazy in a matter of minutes.

You hoped that Jungkook would do the same. Distract himself. Do something else than stare at you throughout the whole night.

Jimin couldn’t find out. Nobody could find out.

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Rap Monster: You had come home a bit late that night after studying all night with one of your classmates. Of course, dating BTS’ Kim Namjoon, you were always in the media. This time, you came home and Namjoon confronted you by sliding his phone to you where the headline was “Namjoon’s girlfriend caught being friendly with classmate.” “Joon, you don’t think this is real right?” “I don’t y/n, you tell me!” He ended up yelling at you, calling you a liar which ended up in him leaving you alone in your apartment. Namjoon came back to you laying on the couch, tear stains on your cheeks with puffy red eyes. He sat down, stroking your back softly, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “

“I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have done that,” he would whisper as you slept silently. “I’m so sorry..”

Suga: Suga and you haven’t been getting along as much as you would have liked to. He wouldn’t really take your feelings into consideration so this time, when you finally called him an insensitive asshole, he lost it. “Insensitive? Insensitive? Y/n, I am going through a lot and I have to balance work and you and you think you’re making that easy on me?” He raised his voice, making you wince. You ran off to your bedroom, locking the door behind you. You felt yourself shaking and decided to lay down next to the door. Suga had gone to get some air and when he came back, he unlocked the door to find you asleep on the floor. He lifted you up and laid you down in your bed, sliding in behind you. He kissed your forehead, squeezing you tight to him. 

“You are not too much for me. In fact, you are the right amount,” he said, whispering to you. “I love you so much and I need to show you that more.”

Jin: Jin hard started to feel like you weren’t telling the truth when you said you went to go see your friends. He had no reason to believe you were cheating but that’s what he was starting to think. You finally confronted you only to have you get defensive. “Jin, you’re my boyfriend. I love you. Why would I have any reason to hurt you like that?” “I don’t know y/n. You tell me damn it!” You felt yourself choke up at the thought of Jin actually believing that you would cheat on him. He stormed out of the house, leaving you alone and confused. You couldn’t help but cry yourself to sleep on the couch. When Jin returned, he had flowers in his hand and a box of chocolates in the other. He set them down and sat on the coffee table across from you.

“I shouldn’t have yelled,” he sighed. “I know you love me. I’m lucky to have you and I almost lost you tonight. I love you.”

J-Hope: You had planned to surprise J-Hope by coming home early but it kind of backfired in your face. You had gone to catch up with Jungkook, who introduced you to J-hope, and see if he would help you. Well, J-hope ended up seeing you two at the small coffee shop and nearly lost it. When you came home that night with his favorite take out and his favorite flowers, he was sitting at the kitchen counter, staring aimlessly at nothing. “Hobi?” You said softly, coming into the kitchen. “Why did you lie to me?” “What?” You asked. “I didn’t lie to you.” “This whole time I thought you were at your parents and you were with fucking Jungkook. I knew it was too good to be true. I knew you liked him.” “J-Hope, I got back-” “I don’t want to fucking hear it.” He stormed out of the house leaving you confused and sad. You ended up falling asleep on the couch, crying softly to yourself. J-Hope came home that night and immidately took you in his arms. 

“I’m so sorry y/n.. I should have listened to you. I should have believed you. I’m so sorry.” 

Taehyung: Taehyung came home that night in a bad mood. He wouldn’t talk to you, walking straight past you and into the bathroom. He didn’t come out until about an hour later, towel draped over his head. “How was your shower babe?” He didn’t answer you again. “Tae, what’s wrong?” He slammed the fridge shut, turning around with an angered look. “How come I had to find out from the internet that the ‘friend’ you’ve been going to lunch with is your ex-boyfriend?” You gave him a confused look. “It was in high school. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.” “Not that big of a deal? It’s a BIG FUCKING DEAL!” He slammed his fist on the counter, making you jump. “Whatever y/n.” He walked back to your room and locked himself in there. You didn’t want to cry but ended up doing it anyways. You wrote Taehyung a small note and left it on the counter saying you loved him. You made a spot on the couch and fell asleep, sobbing quietly to yourself. He came out two hours later and read the note on the counter. He could feel himself choke up as he read it to himself. He came over and crawled up behind you. 

“I’m sorry. I’m a jealous idiot. I love you more than anything… I shouldn’t have yelled.” 

Jimin: Jimin isn’t the type to yell at you so when it does happen, you can’t help but be upset. You had come home late from work every night for the past two weeks. Usually, Jimin wouldn’t be upset but something really clicked in him that really made him upset. You came home to Jimin sitting in silence on the couch. “Hey babe,” You greeted him. He didn’t reply. “Well good evening to you too.” “Don’t,” he scolded. You raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you?” “With me?” he scoffed. “Why are you lying to me?” “What???” He got up from his spot and threw a magazine at you. “Why is it that you’ve been ‘kept at work late’ but here is a photo of you and your boss at dinner?” You were confused, looking at the photo that had several people cut out of the photo. “Jimin it was a birthday dinner and half the people are cut out.” “Why do you keep LYING?!” He turned around, yelling at you. This was the first time Jimin had ever raised his voice so you couldn’t help but cry. “I’m not lying…” He didn’t answer, he just stormed past you, slamming the door behind him. You didn’t know what to do so you crawled into your bed still in your work clothes. You cried for an hour before finally falling asleep. You were woken up by Jimin crawling in behind you. 

“I have come to the realization that I am being petty and that I miss you and I just jumped to conclusions. I shouldn’t have raised my voice. I love you.” 

Jungkook: You could feel that something was off with Jungkook but didn’t know what it was about. You had tried to confront him about it but he wouldn’t really say much. You hadn’t been doing too good yourself either but that wasn’t the point. Finally, after a week of Jungkook giving you the cold shoulder, you grew some confidence and confronted him. “Jungkook, what the hell is going on? You’ve ignored me, avoided me, come home late. What the hell is going on?” What’s going on?” He scoffed. “You tell me what’s going on!” He grabbed your wrist and slip up your sweater, exposing recently fresh wounds. You quickly pulled away, covering your wrist up again. “You lied to me y/n. You told me you would stop.” “Jungkook I’m sorry-” “NO!” He yelled, making you stop. “You lied to me. YOU FUCKING LIED!” You felt your bottom lip quiver in fear as he raised his voice. “I need some air.” He didn’t give you a chance to explain of even talk. You started to cry, curling up in the corner of the couch, falling asleep. When Jungkook came back, he picked you up and took you into your room. He set you down, crawling in next to you. 

“Please,” he whispered. “Please don’t be afraid to talk to me when something’s wrong. I love you. I care about you. I want you to be okay.” 

Research

Characters:  Sam x Reader

Summary:  Research leads to more between Sam and reader.  Basically a little plot, a little poetry and some good old fashioned smut.

Word Count:  2313

Warning:  Smut, language.  Sorta rough sex.

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom.

Research

It’s a Thursday night and you are seated at an enormous table in a public library after hours. And no, you didn’t enter through the front door. The method of entry for you and Sam had been a window around back that Sam had managed to open with his pocket knife. Because that’s how hunters roll.

Sam is seated across from you. Books are stacked all around, piled high. Dean, the lucky bastard, is staking out the apartment where the suspect lives. You, however, drew the short end of the stick and are stuck doing research for the next ten billion hours. At least, that’s what it feels like.  

The upside is that between paragraphs, you can sneak peaks at Sam Winchester. The way his eyebrows draw together as he concentrates, the way his hair falls down to cover his face as he reads, it does things to you. Fucking hell, it doesn’t’ help that he’s wearing his Fed getup. That white button down shirt? Jesus Christ. It makes your cheeks feel hot in a cool room, your stomach does somersaults. He always has this effect on you, he just doesn’t seem to realize it. Which only serves to make him more desirable.

Blowing out the lungful of air that you’ve been holding in, you force yourself to return to the centuries-old text in front of you. It smells comforting, old leather and musty pages. As much as you hate research, you have a fondness for books. Fiction is more your speed. When it comes to research, you’d prefer some wifi and Google. Ancient lore, unfortunately, isn’t usually found with a few keystrokes.  

Okay, time to concentrate. Grabbing another book from the stack to your left, you quickly scan the table of contents. A chapter labeled ‘Kamadeva’ catches your eye. Flipping quickly to the right chapter, you read the text. Hmm, this sounds like it could be useful.

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