Anon request: Fighting with Jungkook + drabble It’s not the same as Yoongi’s but I thought this fit better. I am so sorry it has taken so long, it has been sitting in my drafts for weeeeks (ask you can tell by the date of the text) I am so sorry I hope you like it!
Jungkook x Reader Warnings: Implied Smut Words: 1250
You knocked once on the bathroom door and waited for a response. After
receiving a text from Yoongi, you rushed out of the door and into the nearest
taxi. Reading over the texts again and again, you felt your stomach twist as
the guilt set in. Fuck, what had you done. The fact Jungkook thought he was a
bad boyfriend made your heart squeeze into your throat. He was far from it, in
fact he was the best boyfriend you have ever had, going above and beyond anyone
ever had. Making you smile when you needed it, telling you that he loved you
nearly every day even when he was on tour. He would always make you feel so
loved and important and you couldn’t even let him off this one time. You were
being selfish and you needed to fix it. You phone beeped with another text,
this time from Taehyung.
“I’m not waiting outside.” Taehyung commented, being unreasonable.
The two of you were shopping in the heart of Seoul, you needed more clothes and general bits and pieces if you were expected to live with him and the others at the manor house. You’d told Jin that you wanted to go shopping for skincare products and other necessities, knowing he would instantly understand and take you. Unfortunately for you Jin was with Jimin all day, meaning somebody else had to play bodyguard.
“You’re not coming in with me!” You whisper-shouted, not wanting to cause a scene. “I don’t want you to see my underwear.” You explained, the two of you stood arguing outside an expensive lingerie store.
“Technically it’s not your underwear.” He protested, his large feline eyes rolling heavenward at your complaints. “You’re not going in alone.”
“Yes I am.” You spat, handing him your other shopping bags as you stormed into the gorgeous floral scented shop. Suddenly a large hand grabbed onto yours, tugging you back until you crashed against something hard and unyielding. Snapping your head up you were met with the boxy smile of Taehyung, his brows wiggling animatedly as he stared down at you.
“What are you doing?!” You tried to tear your hand away from his but it was useless, his grip was like that of a bear trap. You looked to his other hand, where he held five heavy shopping bags effortlessly in his giant palm, how was that even possible?
“Hi, yes-, hello.” Taehyung cooed at the slender sales assistant you hadn’t even noticed approaching you, disappointment washed over her delicate features as her eyes eventually landed on yours and Taehyung’s entwined fingers. “My girlfriend needs some lingerie, is anybody available?”
Request~ ‘Heyyy could you do numbers 62, 64 and 68 with kai x reader please?
Prompts: “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” “Are you ticklish?” “PILLOW FIGHT!”
Imagine~ you and Kai being stuck in a cabin together after Bonnie spells you in.
Word Count: 1554
“Ugh why does Bonnie always rope me into her stupid plans?” you groaned as you collapsed onto the couch.
“She wants to see if my feelings are real and I have feelings towards you so I guess she just wants if they’re real.” Kai sighs, a small smirk playing on his face.
It was true that he had feelings for you but he showed them feelings through flirty comments and smirks.
So to see if he could actually feel Bonnie locked the both of you in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and somehow she roped you into it.
“Ugh, whatever. I’m gonna look around to see if there’s another bed for you to sleep in.” you said dreading to think you’d have to spend the night in the same bed as him.
It didn’t take long to look around the cabin seeing it was very small. All it consisted of was a small kitchen diner, a living room, a bathroom and a single bedroom.
You walked back into the front room seeing Kai lounging on the couch staring blankly at the ceiling fan, his eyes following its pattern of spinning.
“Well, since there’s no more bedrooms I’m sure you’ll be fine sleeping on the couch.” you said, smiling sarcastically as he turned his attention to you.
“It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” Kai said and you could tell he was grinning without even looking at him.
“Fine,” you groaned making Kai smirk, “but try anything and I’ll cut your dick off.”
His smirk fell as he looked at you rolling his eyes making you laugh.
“You wouldn’t want to destroy something you want so bad.” Kai smirked, recovering from your comment.
“Kai.” you seethed throwing a pillow at him making him laugh.
“Since you seem very moody how about we play a board game?” Kai said looking over at you innocently.
“Finally a good idea.” you said smiling at him as you looked on top of the bookshelf.
You pulled down monopoly knowing it was one of the few board games you were actually good at.
You laid the game out on the table as Kai grinned over at you happily.
Kai truly did have a massive crush on you but he wasn’t the best with emotions which meant he didn’t really know how to express them. He hated himself because he’d made you hate him and it killed him.
But here you were setting up a board game for the both of you in a what some might say romantic cabin and that was enough to warm his heart.
“Which piece do you want to be?” you asked, a small smile playing on your lips.
“Erm, the cat.” he said snapping out of his trance.
“Okay..” you trailed off finishing off setting up the board game, your tongue sticking out slightly.
“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” Kai said, his eyes taking every detail of your face.
“T-thank I guess.” you stammered, a light blush washing over your face. You couldn’t deny that you heart fluttered at his comment but you also didn’t want to admit it.
After one game of monopoly you were both tired, you’d forgotten how long a game of monopoly took and you could tell Kai was cheating.
You yawned as Kai entered the room with a glass of water, his eyes drooping slightly and you could tell he was tired.
“Do you wanna head to bed?” you sighed as you pushed yourself off the floor.
“Sounds good to me.” he replied, his voice deeper than usual and it was kind of attractive.
You walked to the bathroom to get changed into some pjs before realizing you didn’t have any. You didn’t know Bonnie’s plan when she locked you in here so you didn’t have time to pack.
“Kai!” you shouted in hopes Kai would let you borrow his shirt to wear to sleep.
He trudged into the bathroom wearing the grey sweats and black top he’d been wearing all night.
“What’s up?” he asked yawning and you could tell he was tired.
“Give me your shirt.” you said bluntly missing your bed back home.
“Somebodies a bit upfront.” he replied smirking as he pulled his shirt from over his head and putting it in your open hand.
“Ugh shut up, I have no pajamas and I want to be comfortable and covered if I’m sleeping next to you.” you sighed, “Now get out.”
Kai remained smirking but left the room as asked without muttering a word leaving you alone in the bathroom.
You peeled off your clothes and threw Kai’s baggy shirt over your torso. It was soft and hung over you like a dress, it smelt like him and it was a good scent.
After a second of reveling in the comfort and warmth you entered the bedroom to see Kai lying on top of the sheets in just his gray sweats.
He glanced over at you as you took in his body, it was masculine but not overly muscular and his sweats hung perfectly just below his hips.
“I know I’m hot, no need to stare.” Kaai smirked, snapping you out of your gaze. You rolled your eyes trying to play it cool as you crawled onto the bed lying next to him.
“By the way, if you wake me up before 10am tomorrow I’ll kill you.” you smiled looking up at the heretic. “Mhm whatever. P.S you look really hot with my shirt on.” he smirked completely brushing over your threat.
“So hot I want to do this.” he said as he pushed his hand beneath the shirt, rubbing your side slowly. His cool rings sent shivers up you spine and you tensed up slightly but tried to recover before he noticed.
“Are you ticklish?” he laughed and you realized your attempt had failed.
“What? No, why would you think that?” you said trying to persuade him to forget about it.
“So if I did this?” he said as he squeezed and tickled your sides lightly. It took everything within you to suppress your giggles but in the end it didn’t work.
His smirk turned into more of a devilish grin when he realized and he stradelled your body to make it easier to tickle you.
“Kai, please don’t.” you whimpered, knowing what you were saying would have no impact on Kai’s actions.
His hands traveled to your sides and he began to tickle you mercilessly. You erupted into a fit of giggles as you squirmed and wriggled beneath him.
“K-Kai. Stop. Please.” you said breathlessly in between your fits of laughter.
In this moment Kai couldn’t help but find you extremely attractive. You were completely under his control and here you where squirming underneath him on a bed you would be sharing.
“Y’know you look really hot right now. All helpless beneath me.” Kai said smirking as his hands detached from your waist.
The room was silent as he looked into your eyes and you peered deep into his blue ones. “I don’t think so but whatever floats your boat.” you said breaking the silence.
He didn’t say anything in reply, instead he leaned in so close you could feel his breath hitting against your face.
But you didn’t think him tickling you and calling you hot was worthy of a kiss yet so you did the only thing you could do in that moment.
You hit him in the face with a pillow, he sat there stunned for a second as you erupted into a fit of laughter.
“PILLOW FIGHT!” you shouted and his eyes lit up. “Oh, it’s on.” he grinned as he grabbed a pillow and flung it across your head.
You returned the hit with more force and you both did this back and forth for a while.
At some points he was sitting on you and others, you on him. In all honesty you didn’t completely understand how you’d gone from sleepy to this but you didn’t care.
After a while of hitting each other back and forth he was on top of you, pinning your arms down on either side of your body.
“Now how about we start back where we left off.” he said smirking as he leaned in catching his lips on yours.
Your eyelids fluttered closed and his loose on your wrists loosened so you pulled your hands away and ran them through his brown locks. His hands slid up your shirt like they had before, his rings adding an extra sensation to his touch.
His tongue swiped along your bottom lips before he squeezed your hips making you gasp which gave him free entry into your mouth. His tongue explored yours as you tugged on his hair slightly.
After a few moments he pulled away for air, a large smirk plastered onto his face. Your small smile broke out into more of a grin.
“I knew you wanted me.” he smirked making you roll your eyes and reconnect your lips with his.
Request: “Could You Write Something Where The Reader Pretty Much Grows Up With The Winchesters And Her Mom Dies And So They Basically Adopt Her And The Reader Develops Feelings For Dean But Doesn’t Think He Feels The Same Way About Her? Thank You!”
Warnings: Mild swearing, death, mentions of sex.
Word Count: 2009
Notes: Since you didn’t really specify any ending I just winged it, hope you enjoy anon! -Dani (You’re welcome for proofreading this, Dani! -Lottie) (Also Y/M/N means “your mom’s name”)
A/N: Guys this is the first time I have EVER written smut! So please! Please PLEASE! TELL me what you think! I honestly am shitting myself because I don’t know if I’m good at writing smut! So please give me your honest opinions! Plus (cos I’m a pure soul) I don’t actually know that much about sex (position names etc) so please bare with me! (Sorry for any mistakes! I’ll edit it tomorrow! I’m just too tired!)
How you had gotten yourself into this mess you didn’t understand. Your English teacher, Mr Min had given you detention when he accused you of throwing a piece of paper at the back of his head. You wouldn’t of minded if you had done it, but it infuriated you that Mr Min didn’t have any evidence of the crime. At the same time, however, you were kind of glad. For about 2 years you had crushed on your English teacher, you just couldn’t help but have naughty thoughts about him late at night, while you pleasured yourself under your bed covers, suppressing your moans, trying hard not to wake up your family as you inserted your middle finger into your dripping entrance, coating it with your essence.
Tapping your pencil against your desk angrily, you impatiently waited for the bell to ring to indicate that school ended. You planned on getting out of school as quickly as possible because if you stayed with Mr Min for 2 hours of detention alone, you’d seriously loose your mind. With your bag already secretly packed, you had your left hand placed on the back of your chair, while the other was placed on your desk, pencil still in hand, ready to make a bolt for it.
“Come on, come on, come on,” you muttered under your breath, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. After about a minute, the bell rang and you almost ran out of the door. Running through the corridors you pushed through the sea of students pouring out of the classrooms down the hall. Taking a left turn to the main entrance your pace had picked up as you were not sprinting towards the door.
“Almost there,” you said to yourself, hope beginning to fill you up. It had all instantly disappeared however when a hand firmly grabbed your wrist, drawing you to a halt. Spinning around on your heel your eyes locked with a pair of dark brown orbs, glaring back at you.
“Not trying to get out of detention now are we, Miss (Surname)?” Mr Min’s low voice rang in your ears, causing you to subtly rub your thighs together. His voice always did that to you, no matter what the situation. The hallway was not mostly empty with about 6 or 7 students grabbing things out of their lockers or making their way out of the door.
“Come with me,” he spoke quietly, almost as if he was trying to suggest something. Tugging at your wrist, semi-roughly he complied and followed behind him, to the detention room.
Upon reaching the room which just so happened to be his office, he pulled you inside the room, and locked the door, preventing you from escaping. Placing your hands on his desk, you took deep breaths, beginning to slightly freak out.
From behind you, Yoongi licked his lips, trying hard not to look and think about the way your skirt had raised up when you leant forward slightly to catch your breath. Clearing his throat, you manoeuvred around you and sat down in the computer chair opposite you.
“For the next 2 hours, you’ll be helping me sort out my exam papers for my students,” Mr Min explained coldly, sending chills down your spine. This hadn’t gone unnoticed as he raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong Miss (Surname)?”
“N-No, sir I’m just cold,” you coughed slightly through your sentence to clear your throat, as it had become harsh.
“Very well,” Mr Min stood up out of his chair and made his way to the heater in his room. “I get that your legs are most likely cold from wearing your skirt, so I don’t have any objections to turning on my heater,” he replied as you gave a slight nod.
“Thank you, sir,” you mumbled, as you once again, rubbed your thighs together.
“Now let’s get started,” he spoke sternly, as he made his way back to his chair and sat down. “You’ll start by counting each paper, making sure there is enough for every 3rd-year student, and there should be about 170,” Mr Min continued. Your jaw almost hit the floor, you could barely think just being in the same room as your teacher alone, now he wanted you to count.
“Yes sir,” you muttered as you leant over his desk you grab the papers. Yoongi couldn’t avert his eyes from your now exposed cleavage, as you bent over. That was the last straw, Yoongi was sick of waiting.
“Stop calling me that,” Yoongi’s voice lowered dangerously.
“Calling you what sir?” you asked, your eyes staring at him in confusion.
“That. Stop calling me sir. I much prefer daddy,” Yoongi smirked when he noticed you had choked on air.
“What!?” you asked as you began to back away slightly. Yoongi quickly took action, firmly gripping your wrist and pulling you forward again, causing you to yelp in surprise.
“You heard me. I want you to call me daddy, I’m tired of watching to strut around in your tight ass shirt, and short skirt, showing off your underwear every time you bend over in front of me. By break or lunch, I have to quickly make my way to the bathroom and relieve myself because of you,” he snapped, as he pulled you further onto the desk, while with his other hand, he pushed away all the papers.
“An hour and 30 minutes until your detention is over, that’s enough time,” Yoongi muttered to himself as he straddled your waist, keeping you from squirming around.
“S-Sir!” you squeaked. Yoongi glared at you, to which you instantly picked up on your mistake. “D-Daddy!” you rephrased as a smirk played at his lips. “I-I’m not sure about th-” you were cut off when Yoongi silenced you, crashing his lips onto yours.
Shocked you stared at him wide-eyed until he pulled away licking his lips hungrily.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he spoke breathlessly. Leaning down he planted his lips on your again, but this time you kissed him back, slightly startling Yoongi. Once again pulling away, you both panted loudly.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Yoongi muttered into your neck, the tent in his trousers becoming more painful by the second. Yoongi then began to attack your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin, causing a moan to slip past your lips.
“F-fuck daddy,” you moaned, your hands tightly gripping on his arms, as you felt yourself beginning to soak through your underwear. Yoongi quickly got off of you and laid right in between your legs.
“Hmm, yes I want to hear how vocal I can make you. Be a good girl and do that for me,” Yoongi breathed into your neck, as his hands rested on your thighs and slowly raised your skirt up. His index fingers hooked themselves around the waistband on your underwear and slowly pulled them down, exposing your heat to a new temperature, making you shiver. Yoongi stepped back and admired your glistening core.
“Fuck you’re beautiful and so wet. Because you’ve been such a good girl, I guess I’ll reward you,” Yoongi growled as he knelt down in front on your heat. “You’ve teased me enough, now it’s my turn,” he muttered to himself, as he dipped his head down in licked a slow strip up your core. A rather loud moan erupted from your throat.
“F-fuck daddy!” you growled, as your hand travelled down to Yoongi’s hair and pulled it roughly. Yoongi moaned into your core, sending vibrations all throughout your body, and yet another moan escaped your lips.
“That’s it let me hear you,” Yoongi laughed, as your grip on his hair tightened.
“Daddy, p-p-please stop teasing me! I-I need you so badly,” you groaned in between.
“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it,” Yoongi hummed continued to lick up your slit until he got to your clit. Lightly he sucked on it, as he brought his hand up to your entrance and slipped a finger past your folds and into you. Slowly, he pumped in and out of you, continuing to suck on your clit, only this time it was harder.
Placing your hand over your mouth, you tried your hardest to suppress your moans.
“If you dare try to keep quiet, I’ll make sure you get punished,” Yoongi snarled as he pulled away from your clit with a loud ‘pop.’ Instantly you pulled your hand away from your mouth and went back to gripping his hair.
“D-daddy I-I’m gonna-”
“Come for me then princess, I want to eat every last bit of you until your begging for me to stop,” Yoongi smirked, as he pulls his finger out of you, making you whine at the sudden emptiness in your core. But it was quickly replaced with his tongue.
After a few more licks, you groaned as you reached your high, and released into Yoongi’s mouth. He moaned when the warm liquid hit his tongue, as he swallowed and continued to lick you clean like he had promised.
Yoongi crawled back up to you and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself. A sudden burst of confidence came to you as you palmed Yoongi through his pants, making him hiss in pain.
“I think I should return the favour,” you muttered. Yoongi wasted no time to climb off of you and rid himself of his trousers and boxers, allowing you to stare at his length. He was much bigger than you had imagined, considering he was much shorter than the other teachers.
Slowly sitting up and climbing off the desk you knelt down in front of Yoongi and firmly gripped his cock, making him hiss once again. Carefully you ran your hand up and down his length a couple of time, before leaning forward and putting the top of his cock inside your mouth.
“Shit!” he growled, as he gripped your hair, making your moan, the vibrations causing him to pull your hair once again. Taking in more of his shaft you slowly bobbed your head up and down, your hand taking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
“Fuck you feel amazing! You’re a natural,” Yoongi complimented, kicking his head back in pleasure. “Touch yourself, I want to see you come undone as you suck me off,” Yoongi demanded. Quickly obeying his order, you used your other hand and started drawing quick circles on your clit lightly, making you moan once again. “Yes, just l-like that.”
“I’m close, j-just a little more princess,” Yoongi stuttered. Wasting no time, you went as quickly as you could, deep throating him, earning a pleasured moan from his as he released his seed into your mouth. With little to no effort, you swallowed his semen whole, and stuck out your tongue, showing Yoongi you had swallowed.
“Get up, and bend over the desk,” Yoongi pointed behind you and you quickly followed his command. Leaning over the desk you shivered as you nipples came into contact with the cold desk. Yoongi stood behind you as he kneaded your ass, in an almost comforting manner.
A light gasp escaped your lips with Yoongi brought his hand back and slapped you across your ass, leaving a red mark on your right cheek. A whine left your lips as he struck your ass again, but harder.
“That’s right scream my name,” Yoongi smirked as he continuously spanked you.
“D-Daddy!” you spoke loudly, which satisfied Yoongi.
“That’s it baby girl, just like that. Now I want you to continue to be that vocal when I pound you into the desk. Are we clear?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. Nodding in reply Yoongi smirked as he positioned himself at your drenched entrance and slowly began to slip into you.
A moan slipped past both of your lips as Yoongi went deeper every second. Once fully inside of you, Yoongi waited for a second, allowing you to get used to his size.
“P-please move daddy,” you muttered. Yoongi smiled as he slowly pulled back, and suddenly slammed into you. Loud moans escaped your lips with each thrust. With one hand still on your hips, Yoongi brought his hand down to your sensitive clit and pinched it making you moan even louder. A few seconds later, Yoongi joined in with your moans, as he pounded into you.
You whined loudly when Yoongi pulled out of you, making you feel empty. Lifting you up onto the desk and turning you around to face him, Yoongi grabbed your shirt and ripped it open, the buttons of your shirt flying to different parts of the room. He then pulled your bra off with one swift motion and leant forward to attach his lips to your left nipple, which his other hand pinched the other.
Melodic sounds fell from your mouth as Yoongi switched between your breasts every few minutes, giving each one of them the same amount of attention as the other. While doing this, Yoongi slipped back into you and firmly gripped your waist with his free hand.
“Touch yourself for me again,” Yoongi ordered. Quickly your hand slithered down your body and came into contact with your clit. Pinching it roughly you arched your back when Yoongi took your nipple in between his teeth and pulled at it.
“F-fuck!” you growled, you hand getting tangled in his hair once again as He mercilessly pounded into you. “I’m close!” you yelled.
“M-me too,” Yoongi muttered. After a couple more sloppy thrusts, you moaned loudly as you reached your high, coming once again other his length. A few minutes later Yoongi had finished and had almost collapsed on top on you.
Lazily, Yoongi stood up and grabbed a couple of wiped from his top desk drawer and cleaned you up, making you shiver in surprise at how cold it was. After Yoongi had finished cleaning you up, he gently picked you up bridal style and sat you down in his computer chair.
Carefully he helped you get dressed, continuing to not say a word as you sat there and stared at him.
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi finally spoke. “I stepped way out of line, and I shouldn’t have done any of that. You have my deepest apologies, I understand if you want to tell the principle,” Yoongi muttered sadly.
“Why would I tell the principle, I clearly wanted it,” you replied with a shrug as Yoongi looked up at you in surprise.
“Seriously?” he asked in disbelief, to which you nodded. A soft smile spread across his features as he stood up and got dressed.
“You ripped my favourite shirt though,” you sighed in annoyance you stared at your shirt that lay on the floor in a crumpled heap.
“Sorry about that, here you can borrow an extra one that I keep in my wardrobe, you never know when something could happen,” Yoongi laughed. He quickly made his way over to the wardrobe and pulled out an oversized white shirt.
“Thank you,” you muttered, as you grabbed your bra also and pulled it over your head. “You know, I’ve actually had a thing for you for 2 years now, I was just too shy to say anything,” you spoke shyly, as you buttoned up the shirt, avoiding eye contact with Yoongi.
“Well you’re in luck because I’ve felt to same,” he chuckled when your head shot up and you stared at him wide-eyed. “Sorry I didn’t mention it sooner,” he laughed awkwardly. A warm smile played at your lips and you stood up, made your way towards him and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, to which he returned it.
“I love you,” he muttered, making you nod in agreement.
“I love you too… si- I mean Daddy,” you replied shyly.
“Don’t worry love, you can call me Yoongi, only during sex do I get called Daddy,” he smirked as he stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“So what do you say? Want a second round? We still have 45 minutes,” Yoongi suggested.
It had been a week since Yoongi’s party at Pearl, an entire seven days since your father had disappeared into thin air; and a whole one hundred and sixty eight hours since your brother decided to call the police, regardless of the anonymous threats. As much as you loved Yoongi you couldn’t shake the bad feeling away from your figure, the text message had very clear instructions. Don’t show the police, or people will die. And with your dad still missing it was impossible not to entertain the idea.
“Y/N? Hello? Are you in here?” Maggie, the Exhibit gossip forum’s editor in chief and your overall boss, flicked your forehead with her perfectly manicured bubblegum pink nails to regain your attention.
“I’m so sorry… What were you saying?” You hummed in an attempt to salvage the embarrassing situation, you had no idea what she was talking to you about, truth be told you didn’t even realise she was there until her acrylic nail was leaving behind a small indentation on your skin.
“The threatening mystery texts, your dad’s disappearance! It’s all just dreadful… Will you run it?” She hollowed her thin cheeks out until you could see a map of her high cheekbones as she raised her brows expectantly.
There was no denying she was beautiful, she had rich dark brown flawless skin and her hair was shaved short and dyed red, her winged eyeliner was sharp enough to cut someone and her fashion choices were beyond Lady Gaga’s wildest imagination. But unfortunately for her you saw right through her fur coats and fake personality, she was the head cheerleader who never grew up; she was a bitch.
“Wait so you want me to run the story… About my missing dad? And include the anonymous messages?” You paraphrased eyes wide with shock, dumbfounded by her complete lack of human decency.
Request: could you write a oneshot where the reader takes a walk with jughead and it’s really cold so he lets you borrow his sweater?
Word count: 440+
You threw a couple dollars on the table as a tip and headed out the door with Jughead. Every other night the two of you would get together at Pop’s so that you could read over his latest chapter and help him edit it and what not. Neither of you would call it a date per say, but you definitely wouldn’t mind if it was.
Jughead held the door open for you as yet another sneeze left your body; you had been sneezing all night long.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna call your parents to come pick you up? It’s, like, 35 degrees outside, and you’re already sneezing your brains out.”
“I’ll be fine, Juggie.” You crossed your arms over your chest as the two of you headed down the street. “It’s a fifteen minutes walk to mine.”
“Well, then at least take this.” He stopped walking to pull his sweater over his head. He held it out to you.
You looked down at Jughead’s sweater before letting your eyes trail back up to his face. “Could it really be?” Curiosity washed over his face. “Could Jughead Jones the third actually have a heart?” You asked in mock shock.
He rolled his eyes as he shoved the soft cloth into your arms. “I’m just tired of hearing your sniffling.” You slipped the sweater on over your t-shirt. “And besides, if you’re sick who’s gonna tell me how good my novel is?” You looked over to see you Jughead giving his infamous smirk.
“And the moment’s gone.” The two of you walked in comfortable silence until you got to your house. You stopped in front of your driveway.
You were about to tell him goodnight until you remembered you still had his sweater. “Oh, wait–” you had barely taken the item off before your good friend stopped you.
“You can take it,” he spoke casually.
You raised an eyebrow, “Because you don’t wanna get sick, too?”
“No, because you actually look kinda cute in my sweater.” You smiled for a brief second until you sneezed…once again. “And because you’ve sneezed all over it.”
You rolled your eyes as you playfully shoved the dark-haired boy. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Maybe sooner,” he commented as you began to walk up the walkway of your house.
Jughead never answered as he walked away from your house and back down the way he had come from, but you understood what he meant when he showed up at your house the following morning with tissues, soup, and a couple of your favorite movies.
First Sid of many, feel free to send me requests :)
Word Count: 1,565
Mania. That’s the one word you’d use to explain the world you were living right about now. Even from down the hallway you could hear the cheers from the away team dressing room. There were people everywhere you looked, shoulders bumping with strangers who wore the same grin that you had on your face while you turned to walk into the dressing room.
A/N: Sorry it’s been a while loves, just going through some stuff atm (it’s okay though, don’t worry about me!!xo) p.s this is so shitty and i’m so sorry for that..
Being in a rush to get home whilst simultaneously living in one of the busiest places in the world was not a good mix. Initially, you’d had your route mapped out in your head, but after a while of circling the same street and frowning at the familiar shop window every time; you began to think that maybe the week you spent at camp when you were eight didn’t prove as useful as you’d earlier thought.
You refused to admit to even yourself that you were lost, especially since you knew for a fact that you were less than a ten-minute walk from your apartment. You silently cursed London for its streets being so complicated as you pulled your phone out of your bag and checked the time. You sighed in relief when you realised that you weren’t as late as you’d first anticipated being, but with no sign of the busy streets calming down anytime soon, you began to think that you’d never get home.
You walk around aimlessly for ten more minutes before admitting defeat and sinking down onto a bench, your bottom lip jutted out subconsciously as you pulled up google maps and began to type your address into the search bar, waiting a few seconds for the application to find your address and sighing in relief when it successfully did its job.
It turned out you were further away than you thought you were, and the walk from the bench was estimated to take you around twenty-five minutes, which, in your opinion, could’ve been so much worse. You walk quickly through the crowds of people, smiling politely at anyone you happened to make eye contact with and then scoffing and rolling your eyes in annoyance when they’d just stare at you silently before looking away.
When you did finally find yourself walking down your street and your apartment building was within your line of sight, you turned google maps off and shoved your phone into your back pocket as you skipped up the steps. You twist your key into the lock and walk into the building, making sure to securely lock the door behind you before smiling at the receptionist and walking into the lift, pressing your key into the lock and pressing your floor number.
Walking into your apartment and inhaling the familiar vanilla scented fragrance couldn’t have been more comforting. Your shoulders slump and you feel the stress seep out of your body at the mere sight of your beautiful couch that just looked so damn inviting after the long day you’d had.
You hum sleepily, shrugging off your coat and hanging it up on the coat hanger before turning around and walking toward the sound of the voice. Walking into your kitchen, you walk straight into Conor’s arms, pushing your face into his chest and whining quietly.
He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and pushing his hands under the back of your shirt, tracing shapes at the bottom of your spine. “What’s wrong, babe?”
“M'just tired.” You mumble, fisting your hands into his shirt and looking up at him through your lashes. “Did you have a good day at the studio?”
“Yeah, we got a lot done.” He nods, looking down at you with a soft smile as you look down and yawn into your hand. “Why don’t we have a movie night, yeah? We can cuddle on the couch and watch Netflix, I’ll order in for us; and you can relax.”
You rub your eyes and nod, your bottom lip jutted out just a fraction subconsciously as Conor leans down and wraps his arms under your ass, picking you up off of the floor. You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your ace into the room of his neck, hugging him tightly as he carries you into the living room.
You get comfortable on the couch, Conor collects up duvets and pillows from your bedroom, before making sure you both had enough drinks to last you the entire night. He ordered food on his phone as you flicked through Netflix and tried to decide on a movie to watch.
You ended up persuading Conor to rewatch one of your favorite series’ with you, and snuggled into his chest, ready to swat his arm, if he were to complain, at a moments notice.
You rewatch a few episodes before growing bored and turning the TV onto YouTube, clicking on Oli’s latest vlog and ignoring Conor when he snorted in amusement at your entertainment choices.
You spoke quietly as the video played in the background, telling him all about how you’d at one point thought you were lost in Central London, and he told you all about the way his manager had laughed so loud at a sound he’d made whilst singing that he almost peed himself.
When the food arrived, you chose a random MoreZoella vlog to watch, a tradition you had and had had for a good few months now. You shoved the parts of your food that you didn’t like at Conor, who would groan and shove you away with a quiet laugh.
Once it reached midnight, your eyes were threatening to close and any moment, your hair was no doubt in a huge mess, and you were breathing softly as you laid in-between Conor’s legs, his fingers tracing shapes on the skin on your stomach; relaxing you even further.
Only then did Conor think that it’d be a good idea to get you into bed before you fell asleep on the couch and woke up the next morning with a sore neck. And so he maneuvered himself up to his feet and quickly cleaned up the mess you’d made, before coming back into the living room to find you falling asleep up against the back of the couch, the blanket pulled up to your chest.
He pulls you up from the couch and carries you, bridal style, into the bedroom and under the covers. You wait, forcing yourself to stay awake until he joins you and pulls you into his arms.
You hum in content, wrapping yourself around him and making yourself comfortable as he chuckles at your actions quietly. “You’re so cute.”
You groaned, keeping up the act that you hated to be called sappy nicknames, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips as you closed your eyes and for the first time all day, allowed yourself to stop thinking about everything, and fell asleep with a smile on your face.
Your friend had basically dragged you up to the front porch around two in the morning after you had partied a little too much at another friend’s Bachelorette party. She rang the doorbell a few times and patiently waited for your boyfriend to come down and take you out of her hands.
You frowned when Dylan didn’t answer and she had to ring again. “People need to answer their doors,”
“This is your boyfriend we’re talking about, (Y/n),” Your friend laughed, fixing the position of her arm so she wouldn’t lose all feeling in it.
“I want to open my eyes at 7 am in a work day and find you warm in my arms. I want to hug you so tight and so gently against my chest so I can show you how much you mean to me without words. I want to think about you whenever I see something you like on the street, whenever I look at the sky and it’s in that shade of blue that you like. I want to miss the sound of your steps coming home late at night, skip a heartbeat at the thought that soon you’re going to knock at my door with a tired face and cold hands. I want to search for your hair and shirt through the crowd and for your coat in the lines. I want to stare at the sun going down with your hand wrapped around mine and nothing else touching. I want to wash the dishes and feel you teasing me and get angry afterwards. I want to laugh with and at you when I had the worst day ever. I want to watch the worst tv shows and the creepiest documentaries and the saddest movies with you. I want to smell you cooking for me and watch you giving me that look that says “I know you can’t cook, I’ll do it but you have to learn”. I want to talk about your thoughts, my fears, politics, injustice, our damaged childhood. I want to crave sweets with you before periods. I want to feel bad afterwards. I want to text you the oddest things when I’m just 4 ft away from you, sitting on the toilet. I want to sneak up on you when you’re listening to music and slightly dancing. I want to tease you when I’m bored and you’re looking for a movie to watch on the bed. I want to buy you the perfect present and spoil it cause I can’t keep a secret. I want to kiss your neck when you’re leaning on the desk studying your ass off. I want to sing in the shower and hear you laugh in the kitchen. I want to sing with you and be totally off-key. I want to scream when you decide to cut your hair. I want to like your hair later but don’t say anything anyway. That same night I want to whisper in your ear “You look good though”. I want to see your smile in the dark. I want you to be proud of me when I graduate. I want to be proud of you when you do. I want to be away from you and see the look on your eyes when I come back. I want to be with you when you don’t get your dream job. I want to celebrate with you when you finally do. I want to watch you grow and succeed and overcome your greatest fears. I want to travel the world with you with savings of out first year of paychecks. I want to see us slay in our careers, and be two badass women in two completely different ways. I want to experience the mid life crisis with you. I want that house on the mountains. I want to stare at you sitting on the bow of the boat looking at the sunset. I want to come to you and kiss you in that very moment. I want to close my eyes at 11:34 pm with my nose on your neck, wrinkles in my smile and my arms around you.
I want to love you everyday of my life and watch you loving me as much as I do.
But the thing I want the most is to be okay, even if I know that I can’t have everything I want. I want you to have all that, even if I’m not the one who will give it to you.“
Warnings: Reader is a single mom. (very young single mom). Fluff.
Notes: And here i am with another fluff Jensen x Reader, sorry, that’s my thing. I inspired myself on the story of Savannah and Everleigh Soutas, and in the lovely couple, Savannah and Cole LaBrant, because they are amazingggg!!!!! I hope you like this! (Thinking about opening my requests soon!!!). Special thank you @realdiepie and @bleu-dans-la-nuit
“Are you ready sweetie?” You asked your daughter who was putting one of her stuffed toys in your bag.
“Yeah.” She answered with her cute little voice. She was only three years old, and you already didn’t want her to grow up anymore. “Mommy let’s go!” She said excited making you laugh.
“Okay, let’s go.” You said locking your house, opening the car and putting her in the baby seat. Since the start of the Supernatural series, you had been a huge fan. You loved the characters, you loved the cast and you loved the show. And now, a convention in your city was finally happening. And since Lottie, your little girl, loved the series too - the episodes you allowed her to see at least -, she was going with you. And it wasn’t like you had anyone to watch her for you if you went alone…
“Are we here?” She asked looking through the window and you smiled, sighing.
“Yes, Lottie, we’re here.” You said excitedly taking her out of the car. You couldn’t believe this was going to happen! Everything was so surreal. You entered the hotel where the convention was happening and immediately saw a bunch of fans, mostly teenagers, wearing Supernatural shirts, taking pictures and cosplaying. You put a white shirt in Lottie that said “Protected by Sam and Dean", with purple and blue dotted pants; and you worr a black shirt that said “The hell protected by Sam and Dean. I got this shit" and jeans.
Because Lottie was young, you didn’t pay for anything else but the Photo Op with Jared and Jensen. She wouldn’t stand being in the hotel with noisy fans all day.
“Oh my god, aren’t you the cutest thing ever?” A redhead girl with glasses in line in front of you said when she looked to your daughter and you laughed.
“Hello.” Lottie said a little embarrassed. “I like your hair, it’s like mine!” She continued, talking about her strawberry-blonde hair, and the woman laughed looking at you.
“She’s shy just during the first few seconds, then, she’s a talker.” You explained and your daughter looked at you with a smile and gave a small laugh.
“Thank you! I like yours too! What’s your name?” She asked.
“Lottie! What’s yours?” Lottie answered holding your hand.
“Amy. Do you like Supernatural?”
“Yeah!” Your daughter answered excitedly and you smiled. You had raised her well. “I looove Dean, but momma said that his real name is Jense.” You and Lottie started to talk to the woman, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you had a friend. You were only 19 when you got pregnant and your family… well, your family wasn’t exactly supportive. You had to move from your city, and your friends - at least the ones that remained - stayed there. And now between watching Lottie, writing and working in the restaurant, you didn’t have time to make friends.
“Mommy….” Lottie said sleepily, resting her head on your shoulder.
“I know, I know.” You answered kissing her forehead. You had been in the line for a few hours now, and this was pretty hard when you had a little daughter. First she was running around and talking to everyone, but now she was starting to get sleepy and it hurt your heart that you just couldn’t go home and put her to sleep. Amy was next, so you were almost getting in.
“Okay, here I go, wish me luck! And please (Y/N), call me, let’s go grab a drink sometime.” She said and you smiled giving her a clumsy hug.
“We sure will, have fun!” You said excited referring to the photo OP and she smiled.
“Bye Lottie, it was so good to meet you!” She said and Lottie waved saying a cute “Bye”.
“Are you excited? We are next!” You said trying to cheer her up.
“I am momma, but I’m tired.” She said and you gave her a small smile. This broke your heart in pieces. Cliff was there, and you and Amy talked to him a little.
“Is she okay?” He asked when he came back from the room where the pictures were being taken. Lottie started to groan and you felt tears in your shirt. Oh no…
“She’s tired.” You said rubbing her back and her cries started to get loud.
“Oh” He said putting his hand on her back to help to calm her down. “You are almost going in okay?”
“Yeah, thank you.” You said with a soft smile and he smiled. He was a sweet guy and it was so nice to meet him. Lottie started to cry louder and rub her eyes, and sadly you couldn’t do anything about it.
“Lottie we gonna see Dean and Sam, you love them!” You said to her but she didn’t stop crying.
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on here?” You heard a very familiar voice in front of you.
You slowly looked up to the person who had just talked and gasped in shock. It’s was Jensen fucking Ackles in flesh. He was incredibly handsome, nothing compared to what we saw on the series. He was tall, had the most beautiful green eyes you ever seen in your life (after your daughter’s, of course… she was your daughter after all) and boy did he smell good.
Jensen stopped when he got out of the room and saw you. He was paralyzed. He never though this could happen just from seeing someone, but you were beautiful, and immediately caught his attention.
But the little girl’s cry woke him up, making him look at her and his face turned to a hurt face. He hated hearing kids cry, it was the worst sound in the entire world in his opinion. Not because it was annoying or anything like that, but because his heart turned into dust when he heard it, it was like something was hurting him.
“Hey sweetheart.” He said getting close to you, making your heart speed up. You couldn’t open your mouth to even say “Hi”. “What’s the matter?” He asked to Lottie putting his hand in her back and like a miracle, she stopped crying to look at him, still rubbing her eyes.
“Are you… Jense?” She asked confused, altering her look between you and him. He smiled, and when he looked at you, you felt your legs shake.
“Yeah I am princess.” He said sweetly holding her hand. “And what’s your name?”
“Lottie…” She answered softly.
“Well Lottie, can you tell me why you were crying?” You didn’t think he could get any cuter, then he turned to you and said: “Can I pick her up?” You nodded, unable to say anything, and when he extended his arms to her, she immediately went to him.
“C'mon inside.” He said to you with a smile, nodding his head towards the door and you two entered.
“I want to sleep.” Lottie answered with a pout making you two laugh. You didn’t see Jared anywhere.
“You want to sleep? Okay, I know a quiet room for you to sleep after this.” He said with a big smile and you frowned. “And tell me, Lottie, what’s your gorgeous mom’s name?” He asked to her while looking at you, and you felt your checks burn.
“Hm…” She started thinking about it and you laughed. “Mommy” She answered and he laughed loudly, you too.
“(Y/N). Big fan.” You said and he smiled, giving you a clumsy hug with the arm he wasn’t holding your daughter and making you shiver.
“Pleasure to met you (Y/N).” Jensen said looking straight into your eyes and you smiled. “Jared just went to the bathroom, he will be back in a second for us to take the picture.”
“It’s alright” You said. Jensen’s eyes locked with yours and if it wasn’t for Lottie, he had a feeling that you would be looking at each other for some time.
“I looove Dean, he’s so cute.” She said and Jensen looked at her in awe.
“He is? He thinks you’re a pretty little girl too.” He said before coming to look back to you. “She’s pretty smart for a… I’m guessing four?”
“She’s three.” You said feeling proud of your daughter.
“Wow, just three. Most of the young girls can’t tell the difference between me and Dean.” He explained looking surprised at her, and even though she wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, she gave a little laugh circling her small arms around Jensen’s neck.
“I don’t know why, but she’s just learned your…”
“SAM!” She screamed looking behind Jensen to where Jared appeared. You looked at him, and couldn’t help but smile. He was so handsome too. You just couldn’t believe you were face to face with them.
“… Name.” You finished after Lottie’s interruption and Jensen laughed.
“Hello there honey!” Jared said with a big smile when he saw her. “Hello there sweetheart!” This time, the hello was for you, and your smile grew even more when he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a strong hug. He smelled pretty nice too. “You okay?” He asked looking straight into your eyes too.
“Yeah…” You said with a sigh of adoration and he smiled kissing your forehead.
“Great.” Jared said. “Now, you!” He said pointing at your daughter. “I want a hug too!” He said and she smiled going to his arms.
“Your daughter is simply adorable.” Jensen said appearing by your side when Jared started to talk with Lottie.
“Thank you.” You said happily. “You know, sometimes I think that I wouldn’t have found strength to raise her alone if it wasn’t for you guys, you know, the campaigns and all the love.” You said referring to the Always Keep Fighting campaign, and Jensen’s face turned serious, looking straight at you. You gasped in surprise when he just drew you into a strong hug.
“I’m glad you did.” He said still hugging you. “The guy who left you was a douche, you are so beautiful and amazing, he doesn’t know what he is missing.” He said making tears come up in your eyes. It was the most beautiful thing someone could’ve say to you.
“What do you think about taking that picture?” Jared asked excited, and you shook your head trying to prevent the tears from falling before agreeing. You stayed in the middle of them, Jared’s arm that wasn’t holding Lottie circling your waist and Jensen’s arm in your shoulders. You smiled and you heard Chris snapping two pictures. Lucky you.
“Thank you.” You said first to Chris, who smiled to you. “Thank you guys, you have no idea how much this means to me and to Lottie. We really appreciate it.” You said turning to them, and they smiled.
“Thank you.” Lottie said quietly and they both looked at her in ‘awe’. “I love you guys. This much!” She said opening her arms and you laughed.
“We love you too.” Jensen said and opened his arms. “This much!” She laughed and Jared put her in the ground after he kissed her forehead. Jensen bent down to give her a hug while Jared hugged you whispering “thank you, I love you” in your ear.
Jensen stood up, and hugged you strong, kissing your cheek, taking more time than necessary. Not that you were complaining.
“So Cliff is gonna take you to a quiet cast room for Lottie to sleep a little bit until the panels start. Are you going to see ours?” Jensen asked and your eyes widened.
“Oh… I didn’t pay for anything else other than the OP, I didn’t think Lottie would be able to stand it.” You explained surprised, and he and Jared exchanged looks.
“You want to see our panel?” Jared asked while Lottie held your hand. “Cause we can arrange that."
"If you think Lottie can handle it after getting some sleep, you can stay.” Jensen said, hoping that you would. Why the hell was he so intrigued about you?
“Oh my god guys, really?” You said surprised feeling your heart beat faster. “You can do that for me?"
"Yeah, definitely!” Jared said smiling and you smiled too.
“Well… What do you think Lottie?” You asked looking down at her, and she smiled excitedly.
“Yes!” She said happily and you looked back to them with a smile.
“I guess we will stay then!” You said happily and both of them smiled, feeling satisfied with your answer. Especially Jensen…
Hi can you please do a long reaction for Minhyuk, Hyungwon, Wonho and Kihyun where they cheer you up because you had a bad day at school or work?
Wish granted! Also, the Masterlist has been updated! I don’t know if you can see the “keep reading” part on the post (mobile only) because I don’t see it when I only view it. If someone can tell me why, (ain’t nothing but a heart ache) that would be great!
Wonho - You couldn’t help but feel the need to break your pencil in two and use it as a weapon against the teacher in front of you. Strict, rude, racist, and unforgiving, is the type of person he was. You didn’t understand, but at times he would spit out curses toward you and the other students for not working hard enough and today was the worst of all. His marks on your essays basically made one on its own and you couldn’t take his class anymore. Wonho often came by to pick you up from school, but today, he couldn’t because he had a meeting with the CEO, which made your day even worse. Just your luck. Walking out the school building, you still had the pent-up frustrations about that class, wishing that it wasn’t required to take it. The stress and the amount of studying wasn’t worth it, but you still did it anyway. Not to mention on your way home, you missed your bus not once, but twice, and the shops you bought bubble tea for the two of you was closed for maintenance. At that point, everything snowballed into a day that you wanted to forget and erase forever. By the time you made it home, it was already late evening. He’s going to ask, isn’t he…? A sigh escaped your lips from the thought of Wonho running up to you, patting your face and hair to see if you’re alright. Well, that almost happened. To your surprise, there was a makeshift tent in the middle of the living room, strewn with fairy lights on top of the blankets and pillows. “Wonho-ah… You made this?” “Indeed!” Wonho popped his head out from the tent, gesturing you to come closer and observe. “See? We can lay here all night and all weekend watching whatever while we’re underneath the fairy lights I bought yesterday. You know, you can’t hide the fact that you were having a bad day from me. Come on! Change into your pajamas and come on in!” Wonho got out of the tent and patted your shoulders, urging you to change and spend the night with him. As you showed a grateful smile, you nodded and headed over to your room, later to the tent where Wonho brought up the opportunity to cuddle as well.
Minhyuk - The expectations fell heavy on your shoulders. It felt as if you couldn’t breathe from the deadlines that approached quicker than expected, or the requirements and stakes were higher than you could overcome. School is only temporary, but it seemed like forever. Your headaches occurred more frequently, and you couldn’t find the time to eat or sleep because you doubted yourself from remembering specific topics the next day. As you came home, the whole journey, you reviewed terms, subjects, and key points in your head for the upcoming exam. What made it even worse was the fact your teacher handed you back a test you didn’t appreciate receiving. It was a 74%. You wanted to at least try your best in school for a satisfactory future. However, it wasn’t turning out the way you’d like to, and you came home with a sulk and a heavy heart. You didn’t want to face Minhyuk. After all, he was helping you with your schoolwork. How will find out about this? Exactly. He won’t. You sighed as you closed the door and let your bag fall onto the floor with a thump. The apartment was empty and didn’t pertain the happiness it had when Minhyuk occupied it. He’s at the studio today, that’s right. You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration and headed toward the kitchen, where you found a piece of pink paper with writing on it. It’s okay to have these days. Smile for me, will you? I don’t like it when you’re sad. Quickly eat what I’ve made you that’s in the refrigerator. I’m sure you’ll like it. You blinked a few times and attempted to smile, but you forced it in the end. Approaching the refrigerator, you opened it, seeing a photo of Minhyuk on top of a plastic box, decorated with yellow ribbon with white polka dots. Inside, perfectly wrapped kimbap sat on top of colored tissue paper with tiny separators with the banchan inside. From radishes to kimchi, you couldn’t help but eat your feelings away. You sat down at the bar, taking your pair of chopsticks and digging in. “Mind if I take a bite? I made it after all,” Minhyuk’s voice was heard from behind you. Quickly, you turned around and found him with his duffel bag slung on his shoulder, and dressed in his training outfit. “Feel better okay? I found out about your grades from your teacher but it doesn’t mean this applies how smart you are. One grade won’t make all the difference. So smile and do better next time, okay?” Minhyuk kissed our cheek before grabbing a piece of your kimbap and running away into another room.