Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader
Summary: The Winchester siblings start a little prank war and it escalates quickly
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: None, just some fluff
A/N: Special thanks to @nickiwinchester97 because she encourages me a lot and I love her. And to my dad who (unknowingly) inspired a lot of this :D
It all started out pretty harmless. Dean was annoyed by Sam who had
complained about his unhealthy choice of food, and as soon as Sam went to the
kitchen to get himself some water, you watched your eldest brother rip of a
piece of carton from the pizza box and hide it under a pepperoni slice on Sam’s
It was hard for you to hold back your laughter when Sam came back and
took a bite. He had somehow managed to bite through the carton and was now
munching on it, completely unaware of what he was eating.
Dean watched him as well, and even though he was good at keeping his
game face on you knew he was cracking up on the inside.
first day at a new job and oh fuck my boss is the person I drunkenly hooked up with last weekend/night
The pounding headache that currently plagued you was going to be a serious problem. You took medicine to try and ease it but it hadn’t kicked in just yet.
Your best friends Pietro and Natasha took you out for drinks the night before to celebrate you landing your dream job. One drink turned into four and the night got hazy after that. You knew that it wasn’t the smartest thing to go out the night before you were to start a new job, but you were in a good mood and wanted to.
the date had been going very well. mitch was super sweet, opening the car door (and restaurant door) for you, pulling your chair out, offering you a bite of his food and then many more bites when it turned out to be delicious. he looked so handsome in his suit, and you had told him so. he’d brought you flowers and complimented your dress choice.
Could you do one where readers parents where abusive and so FP took her/him in when she was younger so Jughead is like her brother and Fp her father. (Same age as Jughead) they are both kinda outsiders and jug teases reader about liking Reggie saying it would ruin her reputation of badassery. Reggie gets jealous when reader starts spending time with someone else. Idk fluff. I’m really terrible at descriptions. 💕
Pairing: Reggie x Reader
You grew up in a family that wasn’t the best, your parents were abusive towards you almost everyday. FP overheard yelling one day coming from your house, only to see them hurting you. Ever since that day FP took you in, making Jughead like a brother towards you. You two grew up together, and Jughead did tease you like a sister. Especially when it came to you liking Reggie but having it conflict with your reputation.
Mentions of abuse
If you have a bad home life situation, please contact someone to get help so you can be safe! This was really interesting to write, this is my first Reggie imagine so it was fun to create. Hope you like it! :)
Each day that went by you didn’t know how you managed to stay happy, or even alive for that matter.
Your parents were alcoholic drunks, who ended up being extremely abusive towards you.
They weren’t always like this though, before you moved to Riverdale your family was happy, if they did drink it was only at dinner.
However, since you moved to the small town they became heavy drinkers, then lashing out at you.
You went to school almost everyday with bruises, but you did your best to hide them with makeup.
One day when you came home, you were in a good mood for once, you did well on your midterm paper.
“Mom, Dad guess what!” You smiled proudly, holding up your paper with an A marked on the front.
“An A? That’s it?” Your dad huffed, taking a swig from a whiskey bottle.
“You’re supposed to be a genius, you’re such a disgrace to this family.” Your mother scolded, grabbing your paper and ripping it.
You stood there in fear, you thought they’d be proud of you for once, you actually thought that maybe just maybe they’d say something nice.
“Why’d you rip it? I worked so hard on it.” You whimpered, looking at the pieces on the floor.
“What did you just say to me?” Your mother spat, grabbing your arm tightly, her nails digging into your skin.
You avoided her eyes, looking at the ground.
“Answer me when I’m talking to you!” She yelled, slapping you across the face.
Your skin burned, but you’d never let her know that.
“My paper..” You mumbled, motioning it towards the floor.
“Your paper is a disgrace Y/N, just like you.” Your father joined in, throwing his bottle at you, which hit you on the leg.
You freed yourself from your mothers grip, running to the living room.
“Y/N! Get back here and face your punishment!” Your mother shouted.
“Stop being a little bitch and own your mistake!” Your father yelled, storming after you.
What happened next was the most fearful part, they’d start beating you.
This was one of the worst ones yet, you weren’t sure if you’d live through this one.
You were going in and out of consciousness when suddenly you were pulled off the floor and carried out.
All you remember was a man taking you somewhere far away from your parents.
You soon awoke in a different house, you heard talking from another room.
You had no idea where you were, just that you were in tons of pain.
You groaned as you tried to sit up, this made the two guys rush over.
“Hey take it easy..” The one said, he looked to be about your age but a bit older.
“How are you feeling?” The older guy questioned, making you groan again.
“I hurt.” You mumbled, clutching your ribs.
“I’ll get her some asprin.” The guy said, getting up and rushing to their kitchen.
“So, you’re probably wondering who I am, and why you’re here.” He spoke, as you nodded.
“My name is FP Jones, and that’s my son Jughead Jones, and the reason you’re here is because I overheard your parents fighting yesterday when I was walking home. It sounded pretty bad so I decided to check it out when I noticed you.” He smiled sadly, looking at you.
“You were barely conscious when I got to you, if I hadn’t I don’t know if you’d be here right now.” He sighed, making a tear fall down your face.
It was all coming back to you now.
Your parents nearly killed you, and FP saved you.
“Where are they?” You questioned quietly, still hesitant around him.
“I called the police, and right now their down at the station, going to jail.” He admitted, watching how you’d react.
At first you felt upset, but then it slowly faded, and to FP’s surprise you hugged him.
He gently hugged you back so he wouldn’t hurt you.
“Thank you.” You whispered into his shirt which only made him hold you closer.
Since that day FP took you in as one of his own, Jughead became the older brother you never had, and your parents were in jail for child abuse.
Life was finally good once again, now that you had a whole new family.
“Y/N did you take my muffin?” Jughead questioned, peaking over the counter to look at you.
You quickly hid it, shaking your head innocently.
“Me? Psh. No.” You smiled, making him laugh.
“You thief! You took my muffin!” He ran around the counter, making you get up and run.
“It’s so good! I couldn’t help it!” You laughed, trying to escape, but Jughead was too quick.
He picked you up, grabbing the muffin from your hands.
“You are so sneaky.” He laughed, setting you down.
“It’s a good muffin.” You laughed, making him roll his eyes.
“I wouldn’t know.” He chuckled, walking back into the kitchen.
You made yourself a bagel instead, while Jughead ate his muffin.
You really had become a part of the family, you were a part of the Serpents family now.
You had a bit of a reputation, which you enjoyed.
But you did however have a massive crush on Reggie, the football player.
You and Reggie had a few conversations here and there, you felt like something could happen, but Reggie was hard to read.
Sometimes you’d walk close together, shoulders would brush along with hands, but that was it.
Nobody really got to see the goofy side of him only you.
One day you two were at Pop’s, Reggie was trying to show you how he could balance a spoon on his nose.
You found it extremely funny, making him laugh and the spoon to fall off his nose.
That was one of the best nights you’d had in a long time.
Until Jughead ruined it by teasing you the second you got home.
Ever since then Jughead teased you about liking Reggie.
You would always threaten to hit him in the shoulder, but he’d always run away smirking.
You despised it when he did that, even more when it was around Reggie.
You were sure he knew that you had a thing for him, but like before, you just couldn’t read him.
“You know you should do a test to see if he likes you back.” Veronica brought up one day at lunch.
You looked at her with curiosity.
“Okay, like what?” You asked, taking a bite of your sandwich.
She looked at Betty, who was already in deep thought.
“I have a brilliant idea!” She smirked, looking at Archie.
“Oh no, no, no, no, no,” Archie shook his head, making you laugh.
Jughead instantly included himself in the conversation, you might not be related but he became your older brother who protected you at all times.
“You’re going to hang out with Archie around Reggie and see how he reacts.” Betty grinned, making Veronica clap her hands.
“Brilliant!” Veronica cheered, laughing.
You glanced at Archie who sighed and eventually agreed.
Jughead gave Archie a look, making Archie laugh.
“She’ll be okay bro.” Archie reassured Jughead, patting him on the back.
After lunch you all went to the lounge area, Reggie and a few other football players were already there.
You took a deep breath, before walking in and going up to Archie.
You both started talking and laughing, catching Reggie’s attention.
He watched you both intently, making you smirk and Archie roll his eyes and laugh.
“The things I do for you.” He laughed, making you laugh too.
“Hey bro, can I borrow Y/N for a moment?” Reggie jumped in, looking at Archie with a death glare.
“Sure bud, see you later Y/N.” He smiled, walking off to find Betty and Veronica.
“What’s up?” You questioned, looking up at him.
“Why were you talking to Archie?” He blurted out, making you laugh.
He was confused at first, not understanding what was so funny, until he started putting the pieces together.
“You are a little sneak.” He laughed, picking you up and twirling you, making you laugh.
“I had to know, and man did you get jealous.” You grinned, making him roll his eyes playfully.
“I did not.” He huffed, but smiled anyways.
“You’re such a bad liar.” You laughed, poking his arm.
“Okay fine! Maybe I did get a tiny bit jealous, but it was only because I like you and I don’t want you to like Archie.” He admitted, making you smile.
“Of course I like you, you goof, why do you think I gave Archie so much attention.” You laughed, shaking your head.
He only laughed, pulling you in for a hug.
“Well for the record, you did capture my attention, and it was worth it.” He laughed, grabbing your hand and walking with you to class.
Sure Jughead might tease you for the rest of your life, and it might lower your reputation but it was worth it, you were finally getting attention by someone who liked you for you, and it was everything you could ever want.
But you were incredibly thankful for FP, if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be here today and for that you were grateful you had captured his attention.
Summary: When Y/N finds herself wide awake one night, she decides to do some cleaning around the bunker. While listening to Bubblegum Bitch by Marinaand The Diamonds, she doesn’t realize he boyfriend is watching her move to the music.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, fluff, smutty goodness
Word Count: 2,448
Request: Can you do a Dean fic smut or fluff (either is fine) of the song Bubblegum bitch by Marina and the Diamonds? Thanks so much! -Anonymous
Can you do a Dean fic inspired by the song Bubblegum bitch by Marina and the Diamonds. Thanks! - @mdoodles101
A/N: Beka ( @impala-dreamer) has been a trooper and an angel. She edited three stories one after another for me! Thanks again sweetie you’re awesome! I hope y’all enjoy, feedback is always welcomed!
After a long hunt there were a few things you liked to do depending on how bad it was. You could either go straight to bed, have sex with Dean, of go for a run with Sam. Sometimes however, when all these things didn’t help, you were left with a sickening feeling deep within your gut. And that same sick feeling was making it impossible for you to sleep. So instead you laid in the bed staring at the ceiling, Dean’s arm draped over your body as he snored softly. At least one of you was getting a good night’s rest.
After laying there wide awake for three hours you finally decided to use your time wisely. You carefully lifted Dean’s arm and slid out of bed. He groaned, turning over in the other direction and continuing to snore. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand and tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind you. Once outside you leaned against the wooden surface, sighing deeply; the sooner you got over the hunt, the sooner things would get back to normal.
There has always been an unknown reason why both you and Draco loved annoying each other. Well, he didn’t try to get on your nerves as much as he did with Potter — which was a good thing — but he did exert great effort to piss you off until you snapped and screamed at him. And as payback, you began to do the same; thus, that was the beginning of your love-hate relationship with him throughout the years of your stay in Hogwarts.
You were fuming as you rush down the steps on the moving staircases, praying that they won’t change direction or else you were seriously going to hex someone in anger. It was one of times when you were obviously not in a good mood, and right now, the culprit who could be blamed for your sourness was Cormac McLaggen.
Just as you were about to enter the Great Hall for dinner, Draco Malfoy blocked your way, his sidekicks nowhere in sight which was unusual.
“Not now, Malfoy.” you gritted your teeth with your forehead still wrinkled.
He blocked your path when you marched forward. “Y/L/N, what has gotten your knickers in a twist this time?”
“Not now.” you repeated.
“What is it?”
“Malfoy, what part of not now do you not understand?” you glared at him.
Draco only chuckled. “Let me guess, McLaggen’s pursuing you again? Well, let me tell you, he doesn’t have great taste if he began courting you after he was tired of Granger.”
He was at least right about something. Cormac had tried to hit on you, backing you up against the wall thinking it was pleasing when you were actually very disgusted by his actions. He then tried to ask you out on a date, which you politely declined, but since he was so full of himself he didn’t take it well.
You blankly stared at Draco. “Are you done insulting me because if you are I’ll be going now.” you tried to walk pass his way again but this time he held onto your elbow quite firmly.
He locked his eyes with yours and for a minute there, you thought it showed concern. “If there’s something more that I hate other than mudbloods —” you scoffed at that “— it’s knowing someone out there annoys you more than I do. So, I’ll ask again, what is it?”
“It doesn’t matter.” you pull away from his hold. “Let’s just say if I had to choose between you and Cormac, I’d choose you. Hypothetically speaking, of course.“
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” mused Draco.
You slowly felt your anger fading away, “Yeah, I guess.” you snorted, a small smile creeping on your features.
The boy in front of you raised his eyebrows, “Well, will you look at that. For a minute there, I thought you didn’t know how to smile.”
“Funny. Don’t push your luck too much, Malfoy.” the smile was still there.
Draco tucked his hands inside his pockets. “You never answered me, though. What happened?”
You shrugged. “Nothing. He just got mad I didn’t say yes when he asked me out. Couldn’t take the shame of someone rejecting him, that no good wanker.”
The both of you chuckled shortly before you looked at the Great Hall, your eyes landing on your house’s table.
“Well, I’ll get going now. Your friends are probably waiting for you, anyway.” you started striding inside.
“Y/L/N,” he called just as you were about to walk any farther, one of your eyebrows raising up in question. “If McLaggen bothers you again, tell me about it, would you?”
You were surprised by what he said; nonetheless, you chuckled and nodded. “Planning to tell your father about it?” you teased and it was his turn to roll his eyes this time.
Draco then walked inside the Great Hall as well, sitting down beside his cronies at the Slytherin table while you successfully joined your own group of friends. Though just as you sat down and helped yourself with some food, you swore you could feel your blood rising up to your cheeks because of what just happened, resulting you into shaking your head in amusement.
Summary : Jinyoung can’t help it. He knows you, he knows your heart, but he can’t help it.
He was fuming. Every muscle was painfully contracted, from his jaw to his toes. His fingers were taping incoherently on the wooden table, feet mimicking the sound on the parquet. He could accept, he could be the chill boyfriend, brushing his worries off because of love, but he wasn’t this type of person.
Jinyoung wasn’t chill.
The fact that you could be close to another man wasn’t something he was against to, because he had friends of the opposite sex. What was enraging was seeing you, hugging, laughing, touching him like you belonged to this guy.
And he couldn’t accept it, not when you certainly didn’t belong to anyone except him.
EXO react their girlfriend getting ill and having to stay home
a/n: this is a cute prompt, hope you enjoy! I’m still somewhat nervous at writing reactions so wish me luck ~ Juni
Minseok would be worried, but wouldn’t overreact and insist
on staying by your side. He’d make sure he doesn’t get ill, but wouldn’t shy
away from being at your side no matter what. He’d make sure you take your
medicine and stay warm. He’d be more than happy to spend those couple of days
with you, binging your favourite drama.
Luhan would comfort you. Even as you tried to apologise for
being so utterly useless during these few days, he’d wrap his arms around you
and shush you. “When else will I get to
show you how manly I can be?” He’d joke before reassuring you that he
absolutely didn’t mind taking care of you. He wouldn’t be too worried, as the
doctor said you’d be fine after resting up, but he’d make sure you did rest and
kept a smile on your face.
Kris would be a bit rough in his way of taking care of you.
He’d make you healthy food, even if you didn’t like it, make sure you took your
gross medicine and make you go to bed extra early. But he’d only be doing that
because he’s worried and would want you to get better quickly. He’d stay by you
as you fell asleep and keep you warm if you were cold. There would be no
arguing with him, you had to finish
the soup and ginger tea, even if you hated ginger. But it’d be his way of
Junmyeon would be the overly doting mother who calls the
doctor daily to make sure he’s doing the right thing and that he isn’t going to
accidentally kill you because he missed the time to give you your medicine by a
few minutes. He’d bring you a plushie, chocolate, cupcakes, ice cream and then
take them away when he realises they’d only be making things worse. He’d ask
you often if you’re okay, how you’re feeling, if you wanted to go to hospital,
or wanted an extra blanket. He’d only relax when you assured him you just
wanted a hug.
Yixing would be content with spending the next few days
hugging you and singing you songs when you can’t sleep. He’d make sure he sets
an alarm for your medicine, since he just might forget it, and he’d really do
his best to take care of you in anyway. He’d be happy to have an opportunity to
spend time with you and catch up on sleep. He would be very relaxed about the
situation, but would make frequent check-ups on your health and be attentive
Baekhyun would do everything in his power to make these few
days fun. Yes, you would binge his favourite show and he would try to feed you
ice cream before Kyungsoo informed him it was a terrible idea. He poke fun at
you for being boring and not having the energy to have fun with him, but he
wouldn’t mean it. He’d take very good care and make sure you were in a good
mood, because being happy meant a fast recovery. He would be very careful not
to get sick though.
Jongdae would be an absolute darling. He’d sing you ballads
(and heal you with his high notes) while you laid in bed, and joke about you
looking ghostly. Dae would be down to cuddle. In fact, it would be the perfect
opportunity to be extra cuddly for once. Lots of hugs and kisses and tickles.
And also, the inevitable complaining when you told him he was being too clingy
and you were too hot. But in the end, you would also enjoy his soft breath on
your neck while you tried to go to sleep, and his warm arms around you when you
Chanyeol would be lowkey worried and overreact a little. Not
really knowing what to do, he’d regularly ask if there’s anything he can do to
help or make you more comfortable. He’d keep a positive attitude though and
crack jokes and keep the mood up with his naturally radiant personality. He’d
also think it’s a perfect opportunity to help you perfect your gaming skills,
and maybe invite Baekhyun over to help him tutor you. They would just end up
playing together while you laughed and enjoyed the show from the couch.
Kyungsoo would go total mom mode. He would cook delicious
but healthy meals, make sure you didn’t snack on anything unhealthy, keep you
on schedule for taking you medicine and make sure you slept. He’d be very
attentive to any changes in your temperature or cough and would periodically
bring you some hot ginger honey and lemon water. He’d be a bit concerned,
though he wouldn’t panic. It’s just that your health isn’t a laughing matter to
him. Also expect more affectionate touches than usual. Soft forehead touches,
hand holding and back rubbing when you coughed.
Zitao would be hella worried. He’d look extensively into
your symptoms and make a big deal out of it. “What if you die? I couldn’t bear to lose you. We’ve barely spent enough
time together.” You’d have to assure him you’re nowhere near dying. He’d
still be very open with the fact that he’s worried. He’d also be worried for his
own health and would take very necessary precaution to make sure he didn’t get
one bit ill. However, dramatic panda would turn all squishy when you demanded hugs
and would give them gladly, happy to hold his favourite person in his arms.
Jongin would be worried. He’d be scared you over worked and
pushed yourself too hard, so he’d be extra careful with you. He’d also be glad
to take some rest by your side. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he too
was close to collapsing from overwork, so a few days at home with you would be
welcome. That would mean sitting on the couch hugging the dogs for hours, going
over dance practice videos and praising him while he notices mistakes and long,
loving hugs in complete and comfortable silence until the both of you fell
Sehun would make a big deal out of it and pouting. “Aah, we have a concert soon, you better be
healthy by then, I can’t miss that.” What he really means is, he doesn’t
want you to miss it. He likes having you in the crowd. He likes winking at you
and having a hundred girls scream, believing it was aimed that them. So he’d be
eager for you to get better. He’d bring Vivi over and the three of you would
have a sleep over. Skin care, brushing Vivi, gossiping and watching a silly
drama. He’d make sure you took your medicine and pretend to be reluctant when
you asked for a hug, but would end up being the one to not want to let go of
//hope you enjoyed! I had to go back and change the gifs because over half were black and white lol
Monsta X Reaction #18 - They wake up to you wearing booty shorts/their shirt ~the morning after~
Reactions to Monsta X when they find you wearing only booty shorts/short boxers and one of their shirt the morning after
a/n: (I’m going to assume that this means the morning after your first time sleeping together~)
Hyunwoo: He would find this the cutest thing ever. He would smile widely and pull you closer to him, snuggling into you and never wanting to let you go.
He’d ask if you felt okay too and if you needed anything from him. He’d want to make sure you were still comfortable and that you didn’t regret making love to him. Because that’s how he sees it. You two were in love beyond words and that’s what he showed you last night and what he will do anything to continue showing you for the rest of your lives together in every moment he spend with you regardless of what you’re doing.
He’s a cheesy mf I’ll tell you that but he’s also cute and sentimental AF so cherish this lil cheese ball okay???
*I couldn’t find a gif to match so enjoy this gif of sexy Hyunwoo isntead*
Hoseok: He would find this really sexy. A smirk would tug at his lips as he’d stare unabashedly into your eyes. In his raspy, deep morning voice (fuckk) he’d say:
“Damn Jagi after last night I didn’t think you could get any sexier but you proved me wrong. How did you even find that shirt of mine? I haven’t seen that thing for months” *laughing* “Did you take my shirt when we started dating??”
You: “No… Okay yes, but it’s so comfortable. It’s my favorite thing to sleep in. Is that okay?”
He’d wink at you mischievously and say, “Hell yes it’s okay. You look hotter in that shirt that anyone else ever could.” time for round 2? ;) that’s up to you
Minhyuk: -thinking- Okay Minhyuk… Y/n is asleep right now you can wait for them to wake up… What is wrong with me? Ugh I’m sweating…
-whispers- “Jagi… are you awake…? I can’t stop thinking about those sounds you made last night and you look so sexy with my shirt and that morning hair…”
You: -laughing/half asleep- “Do you need me to help you with the little problem you have there Minhyuk?”
Him: “No jagi, I need you to help me with this big problem you’ve given me…”
Hyungwon: He’s in a state of pure bliss tbh.
“How are you so much cuter in my shirt than I am?” He’d kiss your temples, then the tip of your nose and continue. You’re so perfect, even with no makeup on. I just love you so much jagi. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’ve truly made me the happiest man alive just by existing.”
Kihyun: -lovey dovey and silly- “Jagi~” He’d mumble, bopping his nose against yours. “It’s too early in the morning for you to give me a heart attack like this. When did you put my shirt on?”
You: “I was cold so I picked it off the floor…”
“You could have just snuggled closer to me love. I wouldn’t have minded it at all”
He’d wink at you then, making you both laugh. He’d make sure you were laughing/in a good mood all morning, also making sure you felt okay after the night you spent together.
Changkyun: He’d try to sound cool and a bit cocky when you two first spoke to try to hide how worried he was that you were okay since this was your first time together, However he’d be thrown off by your adorable/sexy morning voice/hair combined with you wearing his shirt.
“D-damn…You’re so cute but so hot at the same time? Like, how?”
You: -chuckling at the effect you had on him- “Like what you see?”
*gif* “Do you want me to show you how much I do?”
You: -hitting him playfully- “I just woke up and you’re already being greasy.” you’d sigh dramatically and continue, “what have I done?”
He’d frown a bit, catching you off guard. “Did I make you feel uncomfortable…? I didn’t mean to…”
You: “What? No I don’t feel uncomfortable at all. This is actually the most comfortable I’ve ever felt around another person. I love you dummy.”
The smirk would be back instantly. “I love you too Y/n. So much.”
Jooheon: He would be that mix of sexy and infuriatingly cute.
He’d wake up to you looking at him and look you up and down like *first gif*. He’d smirk at you and you’d roll your eyes at him, flicking his nose in response.
“Hey! That hurt~”
You: “Oh it didn’t hurt that much. You’re okay.” You’d kiss his nose then, “Here, I made it all better!”
That’s when he’d switch to his cute side *second gif*. “Hmmm okay it didn’t hurt that bad. But you feel okay too right?” For a moment you’d see a serious look flash across his face, but it would be gone faster than you could blink and he’d cover it with a joking/cute tone “You still love me right~?”
You’d respond with a light and sarcastic tone, “No. I don’t. Just kidding~ If I didn’t love you I wouldn’t be wearing your shirt??”
He’d laugh then and call you a jerk, playfully hitting your arm.
You two would end up joking and laughing the rest of the morning and into the day. Neither of you would leave the house until the next morning, cuddling and watching movies under the blankets the majority of the day.
A/N: Hello @virtualt! I’m sorry it wouldn’t let me tag you for some reason :( I hope you still see this and like the reaction though!
“Hello?” You answered; trying to sound casual and like you didn’t just have an emotional and sexual roller coaster.
“Hey! I sent you like a thousand gazillion messages.” Taehyung says over the phone cheerfully. “Are you ready? We’re like 5 minutes away.” It never failed to amaze you how quickly Taehyung could recover from an awkward situation, like when you rejected his hug or flat out denied his requests or jokes.
“Oh, uh, shit.” You say. You should really learn how to keep your thoughts to yourself. Jimin gets up from the couch and strolls casually to the kitchen, buttoning his jeans as he does.
“Isn’t she ready?” You hear a softer voice ask and peg it as Jungkook’s.
“So you’re not ready?” Taehyung asks you.
“Not- not exactly?” You say nervously.
“Tell her we’re not in a rush, we can wait.” Jungkook says. Is he always this sweet?
“Ok, that’s fine. We don’t mind waiting.” Taehyung repeats to you. “We’re like a block away, though. Can you open for us?”
“Oh, about that. I’m not home.” You start nibbling at your nails, feeling sorry even though you didn’t want to go to this party in the first place.
“Where is she?” Jungkook sounds curious but not at all annoyed.
“Where are you?” Taehyung, the middleman and the one who is clearly not driving, asks.
“At Jimin’s.” You knew you didn’t need to give directions. Taehyung knows the way.
“Jim- never mind. Just try be ready.” He says briskly and hangs up. What’s up with this guy?
Imagine Dean tries to seduce with a little Spanish and it doesn’t work so he tries something else.
“Dean. Seriously? I am not in the mood.” You said squaring your jaw and rolling your eyes at the same time. “Oh come on I know you want me.” Dean smirked smugly, knowing very well if he hit “your sweet spot.” He would find what he was looking for this whole time.
You sit down on the bed and you run your hands over your eyes, you were exhausted, physically and mentally drained, and frankly all you were in the mood was good old fashioned sleep. You let out a sigh, as Dean sat down beside you and began massaging your shoulders.
Dean hadn’t been rubbing your shoulders for long, and he was already making you feel a little weak. You moaned quietly as Dean worked wonders with his light but effective touch. You laid your head back into the crook of Dean’s neck and let out another sigh. “Why are you doing this for me, Dean?” You questioned, as you were just snapping at him a little bit earlier.
“There’s so much more I wish I could do for you and this is the least I can do for you baby. You deserve only the best and I try to show that to you everyday or at least I hope I do.” He said pecking a kiss on the top of your head, moved his hands down to your back. Your tense muscles instantly relaxed at Dean’s callused fingers moving up and down your body.
“How did I get so lucky?” You said thinking out loud. “I was the one who got lucky, sweetheart.” Dean said warmly. You couldn’t help but blush, Dean was so good to you, and sometimes you were too stubborn to see that side to Dean. Dean massaged you for a little bit longer and he realized you were slowly drifting off to sleep.
“Y/N? Do you want to go to sleep?” Dean whispered softly into your ear. You nodded your head up down and Dean took that as a yes. He ripped the covers open and you laid your head down on a pillow. Dean got under the covers as well and moved quickly to his side.
Dean pulled your back as he close as he could get to his chest and laid his head down. He shut the lamp out on his side earlier, leaving you and him in a dark space. You cuddled up against each other and when Dean felt your breathing slow down and he kissed the top of your head and whispered in a soft voice.
Word Count: 1561 (ugh, short. I know.)Request/Summary: This one wasn’t requested either (I should probably get to those), but it’s a teacher AU set on valentines day. They’re both middle school teachers, reader is a language arts teacher and Lafayette is the french teacher, and John is one of the counselors. (: Warnings: None I believe (:
A/N- Yet again, I was assisted with french by my lovely friend (who am I kidding, we’re practically married at this point) @whatdimissmotherfuckers. Thanks much mon choupinette. Finally got my valentines fic out! I hope you guys like it <3 Feedback is always appreciated.
“Things Mademoiselle L/N Loves.” You nearly dropped the stack of manilla folders in your arms at the sight of the large heart diagram scrawled across the dry erase board that spanned the wall. You stepped closer to the drawing and examined the slanted cursive writing scattered amongst the inside of the hastily drawn heart shape : “Writing.” You beamed at the word and turned your eyes to the next few, “Rainy Days. Good Books. Musicals. Gilmore Girls. Good Hair Days. Happy Students. French Teachers. Kitte-” Wait. You let a small smile turn the corners or your mouth up at the sight of it. You did have a bit of a “thing” for one particular french teacher. Your smile grew into a grin and remained on your face as you walked over to your desk, setting down the folders and placing your messenger bag on the floor. Surrounding you now, were several, mostly red colored, balloons and an insurmountable amount of glitter thrown across your desk. “Too much, Gilbert.” You giggled as your gaze caught on a large box of chocolates on your desk, something french that you couldn’t understand was printed on the top in fancy lettering. You lifted the lid and surveyed the assorted chocolates inside. Immediately, the smell of them wafted to your nose and you couldn’t help picking one up and popping it in your mouth. With a glance at the clock you suppressed a groan and picked up your laptop to head to your meeting.
A/N; For the lovely anon who requested fighting and then making up and fluff with my babe Connor Murphy! And yes, Evan has a crush on the reader.
You shuffled into the room awkwardly, slowly looking around. People were everywhere, and the whole house smelt like alcohol and weed. Every turn you made someone tried to give you a drink or get you to take a hit on a bong. You had started to panic, since you couldn’t find the friends you came with.
“Jared?” You had called, your voice cracking slightly. “Evan?”
You sighed and started walking to the bathroom, ready to hide the night away. You locked the door and pulled out your phone, going to text Jared and Evan.
‘Jared, u motherfucker’
‘Answer me or I’m leaving’
You sighed, and texted Evan.
‘Evan? Where r u?’
You quietly walked out of the bathroom, trying to walk around everybody. You halted when you saw Connor Murphy in the corner of the room, on his phone and probably high.
You slowly walked over to him and stood in front of him. He slowly raised his eyes to you and awkwardly smiled.
“What do you want?” Connor asked, trying to hide the warmth in his eyes.
“I was wondering if you wanted to get out of here with me.” You smiled, reaching your hand out.
Connor nodded and grabbed your hand, pulling himself up. You both walked out of the house hand-in-hand.
“Where to?” You asked, turning towards Connor.
“The park?” Connor suggested, squeezing your hand once.
You nodded and squeezed his hand back awkwardly, smiling at him.
You both walked in the silence, your hand wrapped in his. His hands were cold, and his nails were painted black.
“Damn,” you thought, looking at Connor’s perfect black nails. “He should paint my nails sometime.”
Once you arrived at the park, you both sat on a swing next to each other and let go of the each others hand.
“So why were you at a party like that?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at Connor.
“What do you mean? ‘Cus I’m a freak?” Connor said quietly and coldly, kicking the wood chips underneath the swings.
“No, that’s not what-” You started.
“It’s fine.” Connor interrupted, nodding at the ground.
Connor’s phone rang, and he didn’t move to pick it up.
“Are you going to..?” You asked gently, slowing your swing down to a stop.
Connor nodded and picked up his phone. After a few seconds his mood seemed to instantly change.
“Hello?” Connor answered with a cold voice.
You couldn’t hear the other end of the phone but you knew it made Connor upset.
“Fuckin’ fine, I’ll be home soon.” Connor grunted, hanging his phone up.
You waited a minute before speaking.
“Who was that?” You asked quietly.
“None of your business.” Connor growled under his breath.
You frowned and saw Connor was trying to calm down, but he was only working himself up more. You waited for a few minutes again before you said anything.
“Connor.. Are you okay?” You asked quietly, reaching over and putting your hand on his thigh.
“I said it’s none of your fucking business!” Connor snapped, standing up and shoving your hand off of him.
He shook his head angrily and stormed off without saying another word. You watched him leave with a frown, wishing you could help him somehow. You’ve always cared for him.
Connor lied next to you in bed, staring at your ceiling. You were lying together in the pitch dark, hands interlaced.
Connor had snuck into your room late at night while his parents had been fighting. Your heart was pounding, but this was somehow the most relaxed you had ever been. Even though neither of you could see, you were staring at Connor. He could feel your eyes on him, and that made him nervous.
He gently scooted closer to you and turned, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your frame.
“I-Is this okay?”
You moved closer into Connor’s embrace and took a deep breath. “Yes.”
You both eventually fell asleep in each others arms, only waking in the morning when you heard your door slam open.
“What the fuck?! (Y/n)?!” Jared shouted, making you and Connor both sit up and bump foreheads.
You sighed as you swung gently in the moonlight, thinking about your weird relationship with Connor. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you slowly pulled it out to see messages from your brother Jared.
‘Where the fuck r u?!’ 10:23
‘Mom and dad r freaking out!!!!’ 10:52
‘Okay (y/n) now I’m starting to freak out!!!!!!’ 11:32
‘EVAN IS PANICKING TOO’ 11:40
‘We’re coming to look for you cunt, you better be safe’ 12:01
You hadn’t realized you were out so late, or that it was 12:15pm. Your brother and friend were out looking for you and you were just sitting there. You ended up staring at the wood chips on the ground and zoning out, losing yourself in thoughts.
A car pulled up and a door opened and slammed shut, and two figures were running towards you.
“Christ, (Y/n)!” Jared pulled you into his arms and squeezed you, quickly letting go. “You couldn’t just shoot us a text saying you were okay?”
You shrugged, and looked at your feet. Jared sighed loudly and turned around, slowly walking back towards his car.
Evan stood there glancing at you, his eyebrows furrowed together slightly.
“Are you okay..?” Evan took a step forward and glanced behind him, seeing Jared looking at the two of you.
“I’m fine, Evan. Just.. Confused.” You smiled sadly and took Evan’s hand, pulling him to the car. Evan’s face turned bright pink as you pulled him, and Jared laughed loudly.
On Monday morning you walked through the hallways confidently, swaying your hips and smirking. Why were you in such a good mood? Well, you had done a lot of thinking over the rest of the weekend and concluded on how you felt about Connor.
Yes, you were in love with him, and you couldn’t feel better. Plus, it didn’t help you had the tune Dead Girl Walking stuck in your head.
People turned their heads in the hallway when they saw you walk by, not used to you being so confident. A hand pulled you out of the middle of the hallway, into an empty classroom.
“Connor? What are you doing?” You said, genuinely shocked. He usually didn’t talk to you much in school. He didn’t usually talk to anyone in school.
“I-I’m,” Connor began, fiddling with his hands and looking everywhere else but at you. “I’m trying t-to say that- I-”
“That you’re..?” You said, knowing what he was going to say but wanting him to say it.
“I-I’m- Christ, I-’m fuckin’ s-sorry, (y/n).” Connor turned bright red and hung his head, his hair falling in his face.
“Do you want to go on a date sometime?” You blurted, making him jerk his head up at you and stare at you with wide eyes.
“Wait, s-seriously?” Connor stuttered, blinking and shocked.
“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-” You had started to walk towards the door.
“Yes, I’d l-love to go on a date with you.” Connor said before you got out of the door.
You spun around and smiled brightly, taking two steps towards Connor and gently leaning in to kiss him. You both pulled away a few seconds later, both of your faces pink.
Connor was gripping onto his backpack for dear life and smiling, practically swooning. He was a cutie.
“You’re forgiven, Murphy.” You winked, heading back into the hallway. “Text me.” You blew a kiss.
“Y-Yeah..” Connor whispered into the empty classroom.
Summary: You have a secret history with angels that you’d rather not discuss with the Winchesters. Then you meet Castiel.
Warnings: Slight smut (very brief), language
A/N: I didn’t realize how perfectly “Undisclosed Desires” by Muse fits this series until it was mostly written. Just an FYI, the whole story is more than it seems. Master tag list is at the end. Let me know if you’d like to be added.
Every girl is entitled to her own secrets, right? Your life was full of them. Hunting didn’t exactly allow for telling the truth to everyone.
Even as you got closer to the Winchesters, you never felt you could be entirely honest with them about your past; you didn’t think they’d understand. It wasn’t a problem until they informed you of their relationship with an angel.
Summary: You and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same
university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally
admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an
exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to
A/N: thank you for all the lovely lovely messages i’ve gotten so far!! u are all precious much love 💛
The clock was ticking. It was only a few days before the
competition, and you’d been working non-stop with Taehyung to be ready in time.
True to his promise, he’d practised day and night, and even when he complained
he was too exhausted, he always continued rehearsing for another hour. Jungkook
seemed fine with it all, and he even hobbled along to one of your practices to
see how you were getting along. It warmed your heart to know that he’d become
so supportive of you and Taehyung, and he even gave advice on how Taehyung
could improve, giving him little tips and tricks to make it easier for him.
You’d slept round their house after finishing late, and
because you also expected an early start the next day. Taehyung must have left
early, as he was nowhere to be seen, so you cheerfully got ready in your own
time. After staying up well into the night with Taehyung, talking about the
past and the future and everything in between, you were in a good mood the next
morning, despite the tiredness seeping into your bones as you moved.
As you walked down stairs, Namjoon hollered at you from the
kitchen. “Y/N!” he yelled, sounding like he had his mouth stuffed with food. “Do
you want to come with me and Jin to the park?”
“No thanks,” you called back, pulling on your shoes by the
front door. “I’m busy.”
“If you change your mind, feel free to meet us there!”
You closed the door behind you with a click, and began walking down the road.
It was a beautiful day, and you couldn’t help grinning to yourself
at the thought of dancing with Taehyung again. It felt so good to watch him
perform with barely any mistakes, knowing that you were the reason behind his
progress. Plus, it meant you got to spend hours of uninterrupted time with him,
as Hoseok and Yoongi had a work shift that day.
In the distance, you could see Taehyung waiting outside the
gate to the building for the practice room, his thin frame slouched against the
pillar as he rested all his weight on one leg. His hair flopped cutely over his
forehead as he typed on his phone, but his eyebrows were furrowed and the
playful expression he always wore was missing.
As you approached, you slowed down, immediately figuring something
was wrong. “Tae!” you called out, noting how his face didn’t change as he
looked up, his eyes darkening. There was no softness, no boyish look that you
were so used to seeing. Just pure rage, trembling under his skin.
“Tae?” you said again, your happy mood vanishing within an
instant. “What’s the matter?”
He raised his eyebrows in disbelief, sticking out his chin
and breathing out his mouth in an attempt to calm himself down. You swallowed
nervously, not knowing how to react. You’d never seen him so angry in your
life. It didn’t help that he stood stock still, leaving a few feet between you and
letting the tension fill the gap.
When he spoke, his voice was deep but firm, with a
seriousness that he only used when he was talking to teachers or apologising after
“You knew the real reason Yeji was dating me, and you didn’t
Adrenaline shot through your body like a shock wave, numbing
your limbs into position. All you could do was stare as you struggled to
breathe, your vision going white as you realised what you’d gotten yourself
into. He knows he knows he knows he knows…
“I can’t believe you,” he scoffed, flicking his hair out of
eyes and poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. You wracked your brain
desperately for an excuse, but all you could feel was the shame that numbed
your heart and froze your brain solid. Taehyung looked broken. “I found out
from Jimin,” he spat, blinking
furiously. “He confessed what he’d said, and what had happened when he found
out. Turns out, he’d been at the spring market. Turns out, he met you there.
And you know everything.”
“To think I could trust you. I let myself believe that there
was something, someone there for me
after everything turned to shit. But you lied to me, Y/N.” He laughed bitterly,
properly laughed, but his eyes were mingling with tears, and he sniffed several
times before roughly wiping his nose with his sleeve. “Yeji used me to get with
Jimin, and my best friend didn’t tell me. Didn’t stop me from making the
biggest mistake of my life.”
“You were so happy,” you mumbled weakly, not bothering to
try harder to defend yourself. You hadn’t won this battle, you knew that
straight away. You’d messed up. “You liked her for so long, I didn’t have it in
me, didn’t have the heart, to wreck
you like that.”
“So you let me believe that she had a crush on me? For what?
What did you get out of that? Did you enjoy seeing me lose myself in someone
who had no interest in me?”
You were shaking your head, feeling hot, angry tears roll
down your cheeks. Not angry at Taehyung, but at yourself. What was I thinking? “At the time, it was the right thing to do,”
you hiccupped, “because you said you loved
her. I tried to tell you that you didn’t, because how I loved you was
nothing like that. But you were convinced. For years you’ve talked about Yeji. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell
Taehyung pulled at his top lip with his teeth, his hands
that hung loosely by his sides beginning to shake. “Do you know why I went on
about Yeji for so long?” he asked faintly, scouring your face for any type of
reaction. “Have you no idea?”
“What are you talking about?” you croaked, feeling the
dryness crackle in your throat.
He smiled pitifully, turning his head slightly away. You had
the urge to pull his face back so he was looking at you, but you stayed still,
holding your breath in apprehension. His nostrils flared as his eyes shone with
emotion, the warmness of the day not quite getting past your skin as you
watched the sadness fill his expression.
“I was trying to make you jealous,” he mumbled, screwing up
his eyes and allowing himself to cry. “I thought if I went on about another
girl, you might’ve said something. You never did, but I said it so much that I started
to believe that I really did like Yeji. When you told me that you loved me, I
remembered what love should feel like.”
Your breathing quickened, and you could feel yourself
beginning to go dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but it didn’t matter. “Taehyung,
what are you trying-”
“I’ve been trying to tell you for so long,” he interrupted, not
letting you break his flow. Finally, he turned and looked at you again, and you
suddenly wished he hadn’t. Seeing the pain and heartache behind his brown
irises made you feel like you’d just been trodden into the mud and left there
“I love you,” he said. “I’ve liked you for as long as I can
remember. Stupid, really, because I was praying on false hope that one day, you
possibly might like me back. But that day only came a few months ago, and that’s
when I realised I should’ve waited a little bit longer. I tried to tell you,”
he smiled, but it was a half-smile; it barely lifted his cheeks. “Yeji was the
one who told me to chase you, but by that time, you were already with Jungkook.
That day, when you told me we should keep our distance, I said I was going to
tell you something. But, obviously, I didn’t.”
Your heart was collapsing, piece by piece, and you finally
understood the true meaning of heartbreak. It was nothing like you’d seen on TV
or in the movies. There were tears staining your eyes and your nose was
blocked, but the feeling you felt inside couldn’t be explained with words. All
of a sudden, you didn’t know what was the right thing to say, the right thing
to do, or what you should be feeling. You were hollow, and you could see the
one thing that would make it all go away. But they were a few feet away. Just
out of reach.
“You told me that we shouldn’t get in too deep,” he
continued, his chest heaving unevenly as he struggled to draw breath. “You had
no idea of how deep I was in. Namjoon argued with me, saying that you would
change your mind, you would leave Jungkook, but I couldn’t see that happening. Not
when you gave me a chance, and I dismissed it. I was satisfied with Yeji, even
though I knew that all I ever wanted was to be with you, Y/N.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” you whispered, your throat
beginning to burn in pain. “When I told you I loved you, you wanted us to stay
friends. Why, Taehyung?”
“I thought Yeji was the safer option. I’d tried not to think
of you in that way for so long, that I needed time to wonder if I still felt
the same. Didn’t realise what that would do to you. But,” he sighed, his voice
changing back to the serious tone as he straightened up, collecting himself
together. “I guess it was all for nothing. You betrayed me, Y/N. If I’d known
what Yeji was doing, she would’ve immediately been out the picture. Either way,
I would’ve been upset, but at least I wouldn’t have made a complete idiot of
myself. I don’t find liars attractive, so I guess you don’t know me as well as
you think you do. I’m going, and don’t you dare think about following me. Good
luck with the dance.”
Without another word, Taehyung turned his back and began
walking away, his head nodding low with his hands deep in his pockets. You watched him leave, in a state of disbelief
and despair. Eventually, your limbs unstuck and turned to jelly, allowing you
to fall to the floor and cradle your knees, sitting by yourself against the
pillar and questioning how could things have gone so wrong.
Jin and Namjoon were sprawled out on the grass, basking in
the sun of the early afternoon. They were chatting and laughing contentedly,
but when they noticed you standing not too far off with a look of torment on your
face, they immediately rushed over.
“Come sit down,” they ushered, pulling you to their spot
while you struggled to hold back the tears, but knowing that they were about to
give you sympathy set off the waterworks once more.
“What’s happened?” asked Jin softly, while Namjoon handed
you a tissue.
Sniffing loudly, you looked down at the ground and watched
the grass stalks tremble in the wind. It should have been calming, but you
barely noticed. “He told me he likes me,” you said vaguely, your voice bunged
up and slightly higher than usual. “But I did something wrong. I kept something
from him. Something huge. Now there’s no chance.”
Although you didn’t specify who you meant or what chance you
missed, the two boys understood as they began rubbing your back and making
soothing noises. It all became too much again, and you wept into your damp
“Why can’t you two just get together already?” Jin sighed,
looking into the distance dramatically. “It’s been slowly driving us mad. You
two clearly want to be together, yet neither of you are making a move.”
“You knew?” you asked incredulously, staring at him with wide
eyes. “All this time, you knew that he liked me?”
“He’s in love with you,” stated Namjoon, smiling
apologetically. “I don’t mean to brag, but if we could figure out that you
fancied Taehyung, it wasn’t science to notice that he felt the same way.”
“Did he say anything to you?”
“No, we just knew,” Jin shrugged.
“Well,” corrected Namjoon, “Jungkook’s always been slow on
the uptake with that sort of thing. That’s why we were so shocked when Yeji
walked in and Taehyung announced that they were dating, because he clearly
preferred you over some silly high school crush. Jungkook didn’t know you liked
Taehyung for a while, but by the time we told him, he was already starting to
take a liking to you, so I don’t think he really cared all that much.”
You couldn’t believe what was happening. Firstly, the person
who you were completely in love with said they had felt the same way for years, and now you’d found out all your
friends knew and hadn’t told you? You began to understand why Taehyung felt so
betrayed when you’d kept the truth from him, because it felt horrible.
“He never showed me love,” you said sceptically, shaking
your head in dejection.
Jin just laughed, but Namjoon sent him a warning look and he
promptly stopped, realising it wasn’t the time for mockery. “Of course he did,”
he said kindly. You looked up at his honest eyes, not quite accepting the
truth. “Maybe… maybe his version of love isn’t the same as Jungkook’s, but it
doesn’t mean that he didn’t show you it. Okay, so he didn’t say ‘I love you’ as
much as Jungkook seemed to. He was just… less obvious about it.”
“You know, small acts of affection? Perhaps he bought you
presents, or he made you food. Perhaps he let you copy his notes, or made sure
you got home safe, or stuck up for you when it meant he’d get in trouble, too.”
As Jin spoke, images and memories flashed through your head
like a mini tape player, snapshots of Taehyung that you’d completely forgotten
about. There was that time where he put food in your bag that you’d found
during the audition round, and that time he sat by your side when you were ill,
and when he picked up your call straightaway after arguing with Jungkook. He
didn’t even ask why; he simply understood you needed him there.
“He loves you. He doesn’t need to say it to mean it,” added
Namjoon, poking your cheek to get you to smile.
“But what about Jungkook?” you argued. “He always told me he
loved me, but then he left-”
“Forget about Jungkook!” burst Namjoon, the passion
beginning to show in his tone. It was only a subtle change, but it struck
something in your chest that made you finally believe what they were trying to
tell you. “That wasn’t love. He was infatuated
with you, and when he realised that maybe it wasn’t love after all, he
freaked. Don’t be wound up about Jungkook. He’ll find what he’s been looking
for, soon enough.”
It made sense. It was hard to come to terms with the idea
that you’d wasted so much time avoiding the subject, pushing down feelings when
in reality, you could’ve avoided all the mess and heartbreak ages ago. If only
you’d been brave enough and done what you’d set out to do when you first came
to university: tell Taehyung that you loved him. But you couldn’t. And you didn’t.
So you were stuck in a terrible situation that you couldn’t see any way out of.
And it sucked. Although they were
trying their best, Namjoon and Jin weren’t what you needed. You wanted to curl
up in a ball on your bed and cry until you had no more tears left, until that
aching feeling had gone.
“He’s so mad at me,” you whispered, sucking on your teeth.
It was a habit that only surfaced when you were really upset, but knowing that
only made you feel ten times worse.
Namjoon pulled out another tissue and delicately got rid of
the grotty one you’d balled up in your fist, before clearing his throat
quietly. “You’ve both hurt each other. That’s what you do when you love
someone. It’s because you love them that you try to heal them again, to stop
the pain, to make them more loved than they were before, all because you both
got mad. But that’s why you’ve got to keep trying, Y/N. You and Taehyung have
both come so far in your relationship, and although it would’ve been easier if
none of this happened, I think it made you both grow as human beings and you’re
able to understand each other a lot better than you did before. Don’t give up
on him. It’s getting harder, I can see that, but you still love him no matter
how hurt you’re feeling. You’ll keep trying because it hurts even more when he’s
not there. So you’ve got to try.”
As you went to sleep that night, you tried to remind
yourself that whatever you were feeling was only temporary. Even though you
were falling apart by the seams, you swore to yourself that you would be
strong, and you would fight just a little bit longer.
But as you lay there, at 3am, lonely and restless, you didn’t
feel strong and ready to fight. There was no strength in the tears that soaked
your pillow. Everything seemed duller, like the moon against the black of night
that didn’t quite burn into your eyes like it used to, and the rain wasn’t a
lullaby, but more of a crashing noise that sounded like the sky was breaking. The
stone in your chest that usually appeared from jealousy had gone, but instead,
it was filled with that familiar pain.
There were some things in life that you couldn’t prepare
yourself for. Even though you told yourself that if it ever happened, you were
going to be ready. Even after Jungkook, the second round of heartbreak still
hurt; it always, always hurt.
Closing your eyes, the last thing you saw before you fell
into a fretful sleep was the poster from the dance competition, its splashed red
colour taunting you, reminding you of what you’d lost, and what was still yet
A/N: Hey guys!! So here’s a Bucky oneee, it’s a little short but it was pteey interesting to write!! Anyways, enjoy!!
Request: Can you do a BuckyXReader where the reader is in a really confident mood and she goes to drive around and is listening to a lot of upbeat songs and she ends up next to Bucky at a red light, and even though he’s a stranger she starts serenading him and then they both get honked at because the light turned green. Then later she ends up at the store and runs into Bucky in person?
You tapped your fingers against as your
steering wheel as you drove, feeling especially happy today. You had no idea
what made you feel like this out of a sudden but you feel as if you could
pretty much conquer anything. Listening to all these upbeat songs in your car
definitely helped contribute to your happiness factor as well.
Humming to whatever song that was on, you
felt your mood getting better and better. Maybe you should treat yourself
today, cook a good meal for yourself or maybe even go out. You thought about it
as you stopped at a red light.
You noticed a car pulling up beside you and
you turned to look at the driver, An idea coming to your head as you heard one
of your favorite songs playing. The driver glanced at you and you made an action
to get him to roll down his window. You were rather surprised to find a good-looking
man, sitting behind the steering wheel, his short hair pushed back as he looked
at you with curious blue eyes.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader, Draco x Sister!Reader Word Count: 2291 Request: Being Dracos little sister and going with Fred to the Yule Ball Blurb: The Yule Ball is coming up, but you are too young and can only go if someone older asks you out. You are very surprised when someone asks you out and you are even more surprised when you say yes. Authors Note: I really like this.
Did you know that he was what your family classified as a ‘blood traitor’? Yes, yes you did. Were you aware that your older brother had told you to say no to any guy that asked you to the Yule Ball? Of course you were. Did you realise that your family would probably kill you once they found out you had said yes? Well at the time you didn’t, but as soon as it came out of your mouth, you realised how bad you had stuffed up.
You were still sat in the library, at the same table in the same spot, but everything felt different. You were replaying the conversation you had had with your brother a while ago.
“So there’s a Yule Ball coming up, do you think mother would have a dress for me?” You had asked him cheerily. You were sitting in the Astronomy Tower, having your usual talk. Draco looked at you and squinted his eyes.
“Third years aren’t allowed to go to the Ball,” Draco stated as you looked at him.
“They are if someone asks them out.” You pointed out making Draco roll his eyes.
“And what makes you so sure that you will get asked?” He asked making you roll your eyes.
“Well, nothing, but it would be nice to have a dress just in case. What if someone asks me like a day before, there would be no time to prepare my outfit.” You explained as Draco scoffed.
“No one is going to ask you out,” Draco replied.
“Thank you, that really helped my self-esteem. Why would nobody ask me out?” You replied sarcastically rolling your eyes again.
“Because they are not allowed.” Draco sneered, his teeth gritted.
“Says me.” Internally, you thought it was quite cute that Draco was playing the over-protective older brother role.
“But what if someone asks me?” You asked, kind of hoping he would change his mind.
“You can say no.” He offered, shrugging his shoulders.
“But I can say yes.” You pointed out Draco raised an eyebrow at you and you nudged him with your shoulder. That was the end of that conversation.
After you felt that you had replayed that conversation enough times in your head, you decided to start reliving the conversation you had just had.
“Hey Y/N.” It was none other than Fred Weasley who had sat next to you.
“Fred, hi.” You smiled at him, putting your potions book down.
“So do you have a date to the Yule Ball?” He asked. You were taken aback by the question. You and the Weasley twins had gotten along. You had always thought their pranks were funny, but you had never really had a proper conversation with them. This is why you were a little shocked when he asked you this, wondering if maybe he would ask you.
“No, I haven’t. Have you?” You asked, smiling at him and putting your quill down.
“Not yet.” He shrugged. “Hey, do you maybe want to go with me to the ball?”
“Are you pranking me?” You had asked instantly. You realised how rude that sounded as soon as you said it, but there was no going back.
“No.” He chuckled making you blush.
“Uh-yeah that would be cool then.” You replied slowly making Fred beam. He thanked you and then left.
You were still smiling when he had left the library. A few seconds after you finally realised what just happened. You were going to the Ball with Fred Weasley. He was quite attractive, but he was a little older than you and you wouldn’t even think about him asking you out.
You were still smiling in your shocked state, not really knowing how to process what just happened. You knew that Draco could not find out about this and you had to tell Fred this as well.
The next day at lunch you decided to find Fred and tell him. You found him outside with George. You walked over to them and yelled his name out.
“Y/N, hi, how are you?” He asked standing up and smiling.
“I’m good, can I talk to you for a little bit?” You asked pointing a bit behind you. He nodded and walked a little further away from George. “I’m really glad you asked me to the Ball.” You started, but was cut off by Fred.
“I’m glad I asked you.” You nodded at him and continued.
“But, can we maybe keep it a secret, maybe make it a surprise?” You suggested to which he smirked a little.
“I like your thinking.” He winked making you giggle.
“Thank you.” You smiled at him and hugged him before running off.
The night of the ball came quickly and you decided not to ask your mother for a dress just in case she wanted to know who had asked you. No one knew about your date and you hoped Fred hadn’t told anyone either. You had barely spoken since you asked him not to tell anyone, only exchanging small smiles at each other in the hallway.
You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror. You had just spent the last 20 minutes sitting on your bed and trying exceedingly hard not to bite your nails. You were very nervous, this was a bad idea and you shouldn’t have said yes. You weren’t sure what made you say yes, but you did.
A little part of you hoped that this was all prank to save you actually having to go to the Ball with him, but a big part of you hoped it wasn’t because that would be very embarrassing and you would have to listen to Draco yelling at you that it wasn’t a smart idea to say yes. Although, even if it wasn’t a prank you would have to listen to Draco yelling at you that it wasn’t a smart idea to say yes.
You looked yourself up and down and smiled, you felt confident with how you looked. The rest of the girls in your dormitory had already left. You finally decided to leave as well.
You saw Fred and he looked very handsome and he thought you looked absolutely beautiful. He was speechless and you were quite happy about that.
You guys chatted the whole night and you were thoroughly enjoying it. He was quite a nice guy and obviously funny, there were no awkward moments. You hadn’t seen Draco yet and you were quite thankful. Now that you thought of it, you weren’t really sure Draco even had a date, or was even going to show up.
Everyone had soon finished eating and people were starting to dance. Fred stood up and asked you to dance, you stood up too.
“I must warn you, I am a horrible dancer.” You giggled as he held your hand and led you to the dancefloor.
“So am I.” He winked at you as you found a spot on the dancefloor.
You both danced for what felt like ages. Fred was right, he was a horrible dancer, but it was alright because it was very entertaining and only a little bit embarrassing.
A fast dance had come on and you and Fred were enjoying dancing really badly, but you were both breathing very heavy once the song finished.
“I’ll go get us some drinks.” He yelled over the start of the next song. You nodded as you fanned yourself with your hands.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Came a voice you knew so well.
“Trying to not sweat, it’s hot.” You replied trying to catch your breath.
“You know what I mean,” Draco said sternly raising an eyebrow. You looked at the floor, avoiding eye-contact with him. “Did you not listen to me when we spoke about this? What are people going to say? What are our parents going to say?” Draco quizzed and you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. You knew this would happen and you had braced yourself for it, but it was still hard.
“Draco, please don’t yell at me tonight. Yell at me tomorrow morning or something. I know I shouldn’t have done this, but I just, I don’t know. Just let me please enjoy tonight.” You begged as Draco glared at you. He nodded slightly and you hugged him. “Thank you.” You whispered as you let go. He walked off just as Fred came over.
“What did he want?” He asked, looking at the back of Draco.
“It’s not important, thank you.” You shrugged as you grabbed the drink from him. You guys went to the side of the dance floor so you could drink it without spilling it.
“Are you ready to start dancing again?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“Of course I am.” You giggled as you put your empty cups down and went to the middle of the dance floor again.
After a few more songs, most people had left and you were starting to get tired.
“I think I’ve had enough dancing now.” You puffed as you stopped jumping around. Fred nodded, also puffing. You guys went back to your table. You looked around and a lot of people had left.
You guys talked for a little while longer and started getting to know each other a little better. You were started to really enjoy his company and you didn’t find it weird anymore that there was a little age gap between you two. You guys eventually decided to call it a night and went back to your dorms. You hugged him before saying goodbye and it felt good.
You couldn’t stop smiling as you went to your dormitory. You basically skipped to your Common Room you were in such a good mood. You fell asleep happy that night and didn’t even think about the conversation you would be having with Draco tomorrow.
The next morning your good mood remained and you still hadn’t thought about Draco. This was until you saw him at breakfast. You both made eye contact and he subtly moved his head to the side to hint that he wanted to talk to you. In private.
You sighed and got up, some breakfast would have actually been nice, but you decided not to bring it up.
“What were you thinking?” He seethed as soon as you got out of the Great Hall. Everyone was eating breakfast or still sleeping so you two were alone.
“I wasn’t.” You sighed, bracing yourself for the worse.
“I know you weren’t.” He mumbled as you looked at the floor, once again not wanting to make eye contact with him. “Do you think I told you not to go with anyone because I’m cruel?” You looked up at him. “Because I didn’t, I did it because I know no matter who you take, mother and father will find one fault about them and they won’t be happy. And out of all the guys in Hogwarts, you just had to go with Fred Weasley didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry.” You whispered. You had believed that Draco told you not to go with anyone because he was being an older brother and protecting you from guys, but it was for a different reason. He was still being an older brother, but he was protecting you from your parents. It was sweet in a weird way.
“You better hope that mother and father don’t find out.” He warned as you nodded. Tears were forming in your eyes, but you were a Malfoy and Malfoys don’t cry. Draco went back into the Great Hall and you stayed outside, trying to get yourself together before you went back in.
You sat yourself up against the wall and just stared off into space. You didn’t really know what to think. You were just hoping that your parents would not find out.
“Y/N?” You heard someone call your name and you turned to see Fred and George walk by. Of course. “Are you alright?” Fred sat down next to you and hinted to George to go in.
“Yeah.” You replied, smiling at him.
“Are you sure?” He asked doubtfully.
“Yeah.” You replied, staring off into space again.
“You don’t seem fine.” He commented, squinting his eyes a bit.
“I’m fine.” You reassured, slowly nodding your head.
“Are you going to go into the Great Hall?” He asked curiously.
“No.” You simply replied, slightly shrugging your shoulders.
“Ok.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“What are you doing?” You asked smiling a bit.
“I’m staying here with you.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing.
“Why?” You giggled.
“Because you’re sad.” He replied.
“I’m not sad.” You insisted, shoving him with your shoulder.
“Ok.” He said sarcastically making both of you giggle.
You both sat against the wall, talking about how you weren’t sad. You hadn’t noticed how long you had been talking until people started walking out of the Great Hall. Your head turned instantly and you saw a familiar head of blonde hair come out first. You stood up as soon as you saw him, making Fred confused.
You and Draco just stared at each other while all the other students moved around you and Fred stayed on the floor. Draco had a disappointed look on his face and it made you sad.
You were the one who broke eye contact, you looked to the floor and ran to your dorm. You left Draco and you left Fred. You felt bad for Fred, he was being so nice when he never really needed to be.
You knew you would have to talk to him sooner rather than later, but you just needed time alone to think.
An overpowering smell of detergent tickled your nose. Straightening your back from your previous slouching posture, you stretched and made a weird noise of satisfaction. A completed piece of algebra assignment lay neatly on the table in front of you, and you scanned the page contentedly. That strong detergent smell was still irritating your nose. You got up, about to go hunt for the culprit of the detergent malfunction when your phone dinged.
Characters: Izzy and parabatai!reader, Raphael x reader, Jace Lightwood, Clary Fray, Simon Lewis
Warnings: Fluff? I don;t think there’s anything else, actually!
Summary: Set in 1.09 Rise Up. Rapahel has a condition to his keeping Simon and Clary safe.
“Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you a favour?”
You had been planning on spending this evening training with Izzy, but Jace found you in your room just as you were getting ready. He was leaning against your doorway, and he looked tense. You were immediately on your guard. Jace hated asking people for help. If he was coming to you, then whatever the problem was, it was serious.
“Sure. What is it?” you asked warily.
He glanced around, before coming further into your room and closing the door. “Look, you know Simon?”