what were you guys doing last night

thin lines (m)

pairing: reader x park jimin

summary: park jimin was famous for being a fratboy, a cutie with a booty, and for being a pain in the ass. yet, somehow, you still ended up in his bed. 

genre/count: smut and fluff [ nc-17 ]   |   7.8k words

a/n: i started writing this at work and enjoyed it way too much :’)

Jimin liked to think himself easygoing. He could sweet talk anyone, worm his way into people’s lives and fit himself all snug in their hearts. It was just a charm of his, he supposed. He wasn’t too judgmental or strict, liked to be the good cop to everyone’s bad cop (especially Yoongi in the frat).

But there was something about you that just irritated the fuck out of him. It wasn’t as if you were unpleasant, no. You were pleasant to everyone except him. You were always so effortlessly fucking gorgeous. You never looked snobby or pretentious and he would do you ten out of ten. So he wasn’t quite sure what it was that nagged at the back of his mind about you.

It was during one of his fraternity’s house parties, Hoseok’s this time because he had just gotten the opportunity to perform his choreography in the department’s annual showcase, hence making it a good cause to celebrate. Jimin had entered, tipsy from the pre-game at Taehyung’s place with a handful of new pledges and Taehyung had announced his entrance as he always did. “Your party god and savior, Kim Taehyung, is finally here!” A few of the guys who were all too familiar with his antics waved him off. Jimin just laughed.

It was a little over midnight when Jimin found the music a little too loud, so he staggered over to the kitchen in search of a glass of water to relieve the dryness in the back of his throat. He’s found a few potential girls he could hook up with tonight but none he was too interested in.

However, the sight of another figure halted his footsteps. You stood there nursing your own drink, clad in the shortest pair of leather shorts that curved around your ass nicely, a top that was tantalizing enough to have his dick twitching in his pants but elegant enough to keep it classy. Not to mention that choker that wrapped around your neck. Fuck. You were laughing with a new pledge from his frat and he could already tell that the kid was interested but he couldn’t help the asshole in him when it came to you.

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No Strings

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,019

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

Originally posted by syuubd

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Dating Jeff Atkins Includes...


Warning: profanity

Request: here you go lovely

Note: ello its nikki again! Thank you all for all the lovely requests please don’t be shy go out and request me something, you can always refer back to my fandoms post to see if i’m in the fandom or not! fandoms

  • Cute selfies
  • Fighting over who holds the phone

“But Y/n darling* I would SUGGEST FIRMLY that I hold the phone.”
*insert devil face Jeff here*
**HE’S JOKING Y’ALL
“Jeff give me the fucking phone.”
“Shit sorRY.”

  • You always winning in the end because he’s such a bean and he don’t wanna hurt you
  • Dance parties all night long
  • You play Little Mix because QUEENS

“BRINGING THE SPRINKLER BACK BABY”
“Jeff hun, I love you, but my dance moves are better.”

  • Him getting offended because BISH HE THINKS HE GOT DEM MOVES
  • Dance Battle; facetiming Clay to see who won

“God I’m disgusted of you both, even I can dance better than that.”

*insert gasps here*

“FUCK YOU CLAY! WANNA FIGHT COME OVER AND DANCE BATTLE WITH ME.”

  • Said Jeff LITERALLY EVERY TIME
  • Seeing Jeff shirtless gets you flustered every damn time
  • Kissing Jeff on the cheek gets him flustered
  • Being the cutest couple in the school
  • I mean no one has see you guys make out, or even kiss each other in public, Clay caught you guys once and it was just a peck
  • Both of you are very shy, so there are limits
  • First Date being at his house
  • YEAH HIS FUCKING HOUSE
  • apparently our little jeffery tells his parents about his crushes ;) he even said u were hot

“ohmygodshe’ssoprettyhi.” - Jeff’s Mom
“SHE’S VERY NICE SON I APPROVE.” - Jeff’s Dad screamed when you were just about to leave

  • Sweet little compliments/nothings all the time to each other
  • Weird jokes

“Y/N L/N WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”
“Jeff, Y/n’s just sitting-” - Clay said confuzzled
“WHY DO YOU CARE YOU LEFT ME ALONE LAST NIGHT.”
“Y/n that doesn’t even make se-”
“I STILL LOVE YOU THOUGH DON’T LEAVE MEEEEEE.”
“YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DOESN’T DESERVE YOU!” - Clay said not understanding this was a joke
“CLAY BABY I LOVE YOU.”
“NO HE’S MINE.”
“JEFF YOU’RE DATING ME”
“WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING”

  • Day before he died you had your first time, and it was really nice of him to go really slow because you were self-conscious and he was aware of your fears
  • Taking Polaroids all the time; it was a bonus and good idea even if you didn’t like it, at least you had a memory of him now.
  • His parents letting you keep his jersey bc you love it so much and its your safe place
  • Jeff was your safe place
  • When Jeff died it hurt you, a lot, he was the love of your life and he left
  • You knew you couldn’t love anyone as much or like you loved Jeff, but you felt happy, knowing it was what Jeff would’ve wanted.

Affair of the Heart

Affair of the heart

Word count: 11.4k

Genre: smut, angst

You were in love with your roommate Hoseok. Jimin knows your secret and wants to help you make him jealous.

Happy Birthday to my world and sunshine! Im not trying to cry but I hope my angel has the best day ever!!


You got home, to your shared apartment, after your morning shift. You hated being a waitress but Sunday mornings did bring in a big crowd. You think people who just got out of church were supposed to be nice but no. Everyone is cranky and wants brunch. Either way people tipped you well this morning and you needed to go buy groceries for you and Hoseok.

Hoseok, you thought. You wondered if he was awake. It was about two in the afternoon so you figured not. You knew he went out for a night of drinking with his friends. You also knew he brought a girl home last night. Mostly because you could hear everything they had done last night, well technically this morning. His room was across from your room and down the hall, that’s how loud they were. You could hear the bed hit the wall, the way she was screaming out for him, it was all too much for you. Especially his moans, they sounded so dirty and needy. You just wished they were for you, aching for you. Here you were in the kitchen writing a grocery list and getting wet thinking about Hoseok moaning.

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Sharing is Caring

Title: Sharing is Caring

Pairing: Reader x Jared x Jensen (no J2 action)

Word Count: 2,500

Warning: It’s a threesome, so it’s basically all smut

Summary: You are dating Jared Padalecki. One night, after you’ve gone to bed, Jared has Jensen and their friend Matt over. Matt thinks it would be funny if Jensen slid into bed, pretending to be Jared, to see how badly they could scare you. Little did they know that you hadn’t fallen asleep just yet and heard the entire conversation outside the bedroom door.


“Matt, you do it.” Jared hissed.

“Hell no! Y/N’s gonna kill me. Jensen, you do it!”

“Oh, right, sure. Just let me be the one to get their ass kicked.” There was a slight paused before you heard Jensen mutter, “fuck, alright.”

Smiling to yourself, you did your best to stay still as the door pushes open. All of the boys were laughing quietly as you felt the bed dip next to you. Pretending to shift in your sleep, you rolled over, draping an arm and a leg over ‘Jared’.

Nuzzling your head into his chest you took a deep breath and muttered, “mmm I love it when you smell like Jensen.”

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Try Not To (Jungkook x Reader Fluff/Slight Smut)

Summary: “Try not to get nervous.”

(( Note: another story for the youngest member who stands on top. In this one I more so like the bickering than the actual ‘fluff’ or ‘smut’ which is so so so mild I warn you. So, idk about this one at all :(( Either way, I hope you all enoy! ))


Could you have taken any longer, holy fuck.

It was a far late into a chilly Sunday night and you were standing outside your friend’s door clutching your tote bag against your chest and curling your toes against the rubber soles of your not-so-appropriate flip flops you when sporting. A combination of that plus a thin cardigan and pajama shorts were definitely not the greatest outfit choice when in this close-to-frozen mid-February weather. In your defense, it wouldn’t have been as horrifyingly cold as it was if it weren’t for Jeon Jungkook who took his sweet as time answering the door.

Fifteen minutes to be exact.

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Night Moves (Part 2)

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…

Part 1

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Part 2, enjoy!…


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cattymai  asked:

Hmm... HC request when RFA notices that MC is crushing on them? lololol. But they convince themselves that its just their imagination/projecting their own feelings~ But In the end, they decide to believe it and make their move. Please make it cute. (#^.^#)

Hope these are cute enough for you!


Zen:

  • You’d always  been friendly to him in the chatroom
  • But lately, you’ve been texting him personally a lot more
  • And at the last party, you’d been more affectionate with him
  • He’s been in relationships before and girls flirt with him often
  • But he didn’t know why he was second guessing with you
  • Maybe because he had feelings for you and didn’t want to mess up
  • He hated to assume, so he always stayed mum
  • Then, you called him one night after a rough day and confided and vented to him
  • Before you hang up, you thank him and said he was the first person you thought to call
  • You also mentioned how much you trusted in him
  • At that point, he decided to finally act on his feelings
  • He starts asking to meet you in person more, even just for coffee
  • After a few of these meet ups, he asks you out on an official date

Yoosung:

  • You and he were good friends
  • But lately, you’ve been saying things that made him a little uncomfortable
  • But not in a bad way
  • You’ve been complimenting him a lot recently
  • Even though he wore the same hoodie twice when he saw you
  • You’ve been calling him a lot more instead of the other way around
  • He’s up late thinking about it, and finally he has the revelation
  • You like him
  • He barely sleeps as he tries to sort out his own feelings
  • He knows he likes you, but he’s scared he may be wrong about how you feel
  • After all, he doesn’t have experience in this area
  • You two are talking as usual one day and you ask for his advice about something personal
  • He’s a little taken aback, but you say that he’s the person you rely on the most
  • He gets you a small teddy bear and gives it to you
  • “You can use this teddy bear to cuddle with or tell all your secrets…but if you ever want a bigger teddy bear, one’s right here,” he says as he points to himself.
  • He’s blushing the whole time, but you can’t refuse that face

Jaehee:

  • You seem closer to other members in the RFA
  • You often stop by Jumin’s office to see him, so it’s no surprise when you show up one day
  • But instead, you ask if she wants to grab lunch
  • She’s surprised, but takes the offer
  • You guys have a pleasant conversation and she finds out you’re as big of a fan of Zen as she is
  • Instant Best Friends
  • You start texting her a lot more, even about insignificant stuff
  • She doesn’t like texting you first, since she’s scared she’s bothering you a lot
  • One day, you ask her straight out if you’ve done anything to offend her
  • She feels so bad that she made you feel that way
  • She explains that she thinks you thought of her as boring or bothersome
  • But you say that you appreciate having another girl in the RFA
  • Besides that, you really enjoy spending time with her
  • You and her hang out a lot more often
  • Buddies forever

Jumin:

  • Women flirt with him all the time
  • But you don’t
  • However, you do listen whenever he needs to talk and you always defend him in the chatroom if the others get out of hand
  • He feels really comfortable around you
  • Then, he tells you casually you how he’s listening to music at work a lot more and using an iPod
  • He says his headphones keep getting tangled
  • You gift him with a DIY cat pouch modeled after Elizabeth the 3rd for his headphones
  • He’s really touched that you put so much effort into it
  • He also starts wondering if you have feelings for him
  • He doesn’t like jumping to conclusions, so he doesn’t do anything
  • Some weeks later, he loses contact with you
  • No texts, calls…nothing. You seem to disappear from the apartment too
  • He gets really worried and feels an emptiness inside
  • When you return and say you had a family emergency and forgot your phone, he’s relieved
  • He acts on his feelings right away, knowing that life is short and he doesn’t want you out of it
  • He tells you that he wants to be your support from now on, if you’d let him
  • You know he’s not just talking about the next personal emergency

Seven:

  • He had meant to call V about some personal issues
  • He accidentally called you and didn’t know it and rambled on about how he felt
  • He was mortified, but turned out you were a good listener and good support
  • After that, you called him more often and asked how he was, even when he acted cheery in the chats
  • You always called to see if he was eating well and taking breaks
  • He’s talking to Yoosung one day and mentions how often you call and text
  • He thinks you’re generally sweet to all the members until Yoosung says he doesn’t get that treatment
  • Suddenly, Seven starts wondering if you feel something different towards him
  • Talks to Zen about it
  • The older man starts to ask about how he feels about you
  • That night, he thinks through things and starts realizing he likes you too
  • Oh no
  • But he comes to terms with it and slowly starts opening up to you
  • He invites you over a lot, and you guys go out and do fun things together
  • One day he finally confesses, but you’re just like “I thought we were already dating?”
  • what??? He stares blankly into space
  • Then he wakes up and realizes he actually has to confess
  • So he calls you
  • “So…I had a weird dream last night that we were dating…do you want to make my dream come true?” 

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anonymous asked:

since it's in your intro post, could you do boyfriend jimin?

yeAH

Originally posted by itschiminie

  • he’d be such a fluffy boyfriend ok trust me 
  • probably loves pda but gets super flustered by it and ends up only doing small things
  • like you’d kiss his cheek or somethin and hes blushing 
  • but when y’all get alone ;) he’s super comfortable and likes constantly touching
  • loves calling you baby
  • tae coming with yall a lot but not too much bc jimin wants time with just you 
  • likes going on really cute dates like walks at the park, visiting flower shops (he buys your favorite flower while you’re there)
  • loves attention so if you’re alone and not giving him attention he’s pouting 
  • the boy is aL W ayS smling 
  • unless he’s super upset
  • or trying to get your attention bc he knows pouty jimin is too cute to ignore
  • probably super clingy like he’d know when to give you space but for the most part he wants to always be touching you whether it be holding hands or you’re running your hands through his hair, anything
  • if you two get in a fight he’s probably not the type to get SUPER angry, at least not visibly like he’ll probably stop arguing and leave for like 30 minutes
  • comes back so you can talk the problem out calmly 
  • he’d probably be really sad even after the problem is solved and will just wanna lay in bed with you 
  • the type to really want to talk about his feelings with you if he feels bad
  • and would want you to talk to him too, bU T if you’re not good at it he’ll understand and won’t pressure you
  • he will however encourage you, he wants you to be as comfortable with him as he is with you 
  • likes taking showers together (which most likely turn into baths afterwards)
  • nothing sexual (well… maybe) he just really likes the intimacy of it 
  • constantly talking about you 
  • like one day joon pulled jimin away and was like “are we ever gonna meet them?? you talk about ‘em an awful lot” 
  • so jimin is like.. well now i have to arrange somethin
  • when you do meet the boys jimin is blushing bc he’s told the boys so much about the relationship you two have
  • you get along with them all really well and they all love you 
  • you get home that night and jimin is so HAPPY 
  • he’s extremely glad that you got along with his pals because it would have been hell if you didn’t 
  • when he’s horny he’s like “…babyyyyyyyyyy i need your help” 
  • his lead up to y’all actually fucking is so sweet like he’s peppering kisses all over you and wants you to know you’re loved 
  • the next morning would be so cute don’t touch me 
  • he’d be super shy but like also lowkey not 
  • if things were more on the rough side the night before he’d be like “i made you a really cute & sweet breakfast since last night was anything but” 
  • he’s smirking, but he’s also bllushing
  • would be the best comforting person ever
  • if you’re sad he knows exactly what to do to help you feel better 
  • he’d always be there for you, and you for him 
  • you guys wouldn’t be just lovers but best friends too which would make everything 100x easier
  • you’d be a power couple people looked up to 

Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

BSD Chapter 51 Summary

A bit of summary for the new chapter. It took me a lot of time to just read through this cuz there’re so many texts and many difficult kanjis that I have never seen before. But the chapter is nice and I am so in love with Dazai and Shinsoukoku’s reaction. As usual, please note that I might make some mistakes with my translation (I mostly will!!) because my Japanese is limited. Kindly correct me if you spot anything that is incorrect! Thanks <3

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Wrapped Around; pt.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 12.6k words

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst

A/N: weow 1 month later here is part 5!! thank you for your patience ya dumplings (’:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4

Previously…

Tae was right, he warned you to watch yourself around him and you felt so dumb, so hurt that you had let yourself become one of those girls. You had sworn that you wouldn’t let Jimin get to you but here you were sitting in your bed feeling as broken as all the other girls that had slept with the player that was Park Jimin. Stupid, stupid you.


Glancing at the time on your phone, you pick up the pace of your steps. Your cousin had given you 10 minutes to get to the restaurant before he makes you buy your own meal. The cold winter air bites at your skin as you sprint towards the entrance of the diner, hoping and praying that the heater had been turned on to its highest setting in there. You were so cold that you were sure your fingers were going to fall off at any point now but damn it you’d do anything for free food.

Stepping into the diner, you let out a sigh of relief at the wave of warm air that hits you. Honestly, how can anyone enjoy winter when it’s so horridly cold? You shrug off your hood, eyes scanning the establishment as you look for your cousin.

“Y/N!”

Damn.

“Mina,” You smile stiffly as you watch her drape her coat over the back of her chair.

“You made it!” She beams and you hesitate for a while before walking over to take a seat next to your cousin who only looks at you in shock. “I told you she would!” She exclaims, turning to your cousin who now had his head in his hands.

“Crap, I can’t believe you actually got here in time,” Your cousin groans as he pulls out his wallet to count the number of bills he had. “Remind me to never underestimate your will when it comes to getting free food.”

“I told you not to bet against me, didn’t I?” You laugh, trying your best to cover the look of disdain as you sit across Mina, envy running through your veins at the mere sight of her.

“Whatever,” Your cousin huffs, dismissing you with a wave of his hand before he turns to Mina. “What’re you doing here so late anyway?” He asks.

“Well I could ask the same,” She quips.

“We had a busy night so we got up pretty late.”

“Huh, what a coincidence… Me too,” She smirks and you let your fingernails dig into your palm, wishing nothing more than to wipe that smirk off her face.

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Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 1

Words: 1600+

Request: [screams] tIME TRAVEL AU WITH A. HAM (like bam u wake up one day in the 18th century) 👌 @ghcstflower

Warnings: Cursing, small mention of linnamonroll

A/N: making this into a series peeps! i didn’t think that a one-shot would suffice for what i wanted to write, soooooo, here it is!

Part 2


You grew up in Northeast New Jersey, so taking the bus back from NYC and your hometown wasn’t as hard as many might think. You soon heard about this new musical that many were anxious to see, and even your friends were constantly telling you about it. You ignored them, of course, because Broadway felt like an opera to you. Listening to showtunes and watching a show about one of the founding fathers just was not your cup of tea.

“Come on, Y/N! Just one song, please!” You friend begged, holding out their phone to you. You sighed, sipping on your coffee. It was freezing outside, below zero. You wore the biggest coat you owned, with giant earmuffs you found in one of your boxes.

You recently moved back to NJ, tired of the city life in Manhattan. Your family was right; living in the city was for people who were always on the go. Since you were the opposite of that, a writer, bumping into people in the streets every day, passersby’ stepping on your toes, was not the most entertaining thing you’ve done. Living there for four months was enough for you.

“No.” You grumbled, looking out the window of the local coffee shop. Your friend continued to whine about the stupid musical, and you eventually gave in, putting on the earbuds that she gave you. She played the opening song, called Alexander Hamilton. You smirked at the cheesiness, but pressed play.

“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore, and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean…”

The song trailed on, and you bumped your head to the beat unconsciously, listening to the lyrics. You were surprised on how it sounded more like a mainstream song than a play. You didn’t notice your friend grinning at you, doing a little fist pump.

After the song finished, you gave her back her phone, sipping on your coffee once more. She looked at you, expecting a reaction. You shrugged, playing with your straw.

“It was alright.” Her eyes widened at your response. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of saying that you actually liked it, so denying it was the best way to go.

“Alright? It’s amazing, Y/N! Lin Manuel worked on this play for years, it’s anything but alright.” She mocked your tone, and you frowned at her.

“I told you, I don’t like Broadway shows. They’re boring and follow the same theme. I’m not interested.” She put her face in her hands, shaking her head slowly. You grinned at her actions, bringing your gaze back to the scene outside. Everyone seemed to be always on the move; headphones in and ignoring the world around them. You pitied them; they will never understand the world outside their screens.

“How am I friends with you?” She mumbled.

The rest of the time you were enjoying your break, she told you all the facts of the musical, even showing you some of the cast members. You couldn’t help but stare longer at the man who created the musical; Lin Manuel Miranda.

He was handsome, really handsome. You made a mental note of searching him up later, when your friend wasn’t bugging you about some tickets that she got. She convinced you to join her to see the musical, since your other friend cancelled on her last minute.

“If I go see this with you, would you stop trying to make me listen to the rest of the soundtrack?” You asked, throwing away the empty container into the recycling bin. She nodded quickly, to the point where you wondered if she gave herself whiplash.

“See you tomorrow!” She skipped away, trying to catch the next bus to bring her back home to Manhattan. You looked the train back to your town in NJ, taking less than twenty minutes to get there. You dragged yourself up the stairs, and into the apartment, closing the door behind you.

Later that night, you researched Lin Manuel Miranda. You were surprised that he wrote other plays, and won various awards for things that he created. It was a shock that he was single, his good looks and achievements made you think he’d be married and have children already. As you stalked this man online, your eyes began to close, blinking slowly. Before you fell asleep, you clicked on a link. Your eyes drooped closed, your face falling on your keyboard.

The sun shined in your face, causing you to blink quickly, glaring through your semi open lids. You groaned, rolling over. You reached for your phone, feeling a plant tangled in your fingers instead. You blinked, pushing yourself off the grass.

Wait.

Grass.

You were sleeping outside.

On the grass.

You looked around you, realizing that you were in an open field. It was eerily quiet, not even the birds chirping or the scurrying of squirrels climbing trees. A tent a few hundred feet away caught your attention, so you decided to approach it. You were still dressed in your sweats and tank top, what you thought you wore to bed. Before you reached the tent, a man came out, dressed in what seemed like a colonial uniform from the 1800s. His back was to you, but you noticed that his brown hair was long, pulled back into a hair tie. For some reason, your stomach churned staring at the man.

Did you stumble across some revolutionary reenactment? Is that why the man looked threatening, like he would shoot you at first glance? You searched your mind for some reason as to why you were outside, but the last thing you remembered was sitting next to your laptop.

You went against every instinct that told you not to go to the man, pushing your feet forward. He stopped moving, and you hesitated. He held his musket tight in his hand, quickly turning around to face you. He pointed his gun at your chest, an angry look on his face. You raised your hands quickly, shaking.

His eyes met yours, and he lowered his gun, confused. You gasped at the face in front of you.

It was Lin-Manuel Miranda. The famous guy you were researching last night.

“Miss, what are you doing out here?” He questioned, his hands still tight on the gun. You stumbled on your words, star-struck.

“Uh, I’m, um…” He put his gun in his holder on the side of him. His eyes were stuck on your body, the heat rising in his face. You wondered if he never saw a woman in a tank top before. “Excuse me, my eyes are up here.”

His eyes quickly made it back to your face, clearing his throat. “You did not answer my question, miss.” He replied, standing up straight.

“I’m sorry, but I have no clue why I’m out here. I woke up on this field. Maybe I sleep walk?” You said, lowering your arms. The leaves rustled on nearby trees, causing you to shiver, holding your arms tight against his chest. Lin realized how cold you were, and took off his overcoat, passing it to you. You thanked him, quickly throwing it on your body.

“Do you know where your home is? It must be close by.” You looked around, recognizing nothing in the vicinity. You turned back to Lin, and he had a small smile on his face.

Strange.

“Well, I live in an apartment complex near 42nd street. I don’t remember seeing any open fields in the middle of the city.” You mumbled. He stared at you, a puzzled look on his face. He chuckled softly. “What?” You questioned.

“Are you okay, miss? I never heard of this forty-second street or an apartment complex? We’re in Virginia.” He stated, crossing his arms. “Were you sent by Laurens to play a joke on me? Wait, are you trying to seduce me?” He moved his hand back to the gun on his side.

This guy must be crazy. He lives in NYC, he grew up in Washington heights. For crying aloud, the Richard Rogers theater is right in the heart of Manhattan. You glanced around him, noticing more tents around. Wait, there was more than just ten.

There were hundreds.

You stared at Lin.

His outfit seemed quite authentic, to the dirt under his nails to the blood-stained pants. You don’t recall seeing the pictures online having red marks on the pants. He looked young, too, maybe in his early twenties. Not the man you recall seeing on the internet that was in his late thirties. He was staring at you as well, still cautious.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Alexander Hamilton.” He said simply, with a small bit of pride in his voice. You still fought off the idea that this may not be the time you were supposed to be in.

“Do you know who Elizabeth Schuyler is?” He shook his head, his foot tapping against the ground.

“What is a television set? A laptop?” He frowned.

“Are you telling me about a new weapon the British created? Who are you, miss?” He took out his gun from the position on his hip. “Who sent you here? And I’m not going to ask again.” You realized what’s going on.

“Tell me the year.” You said, your eyes widening. He didn’t say anything, his mouth in a straight line. “Tell me the year.” You repeated sternly. He smirked at you, rolling his eyes.

“1776.” He said, and you dropped onto the ground. He jumped back, confused.

1776. The year, it’s 1776.

What the hell is going on here?

Dating Jin

Rated R

Day time Jin 

Dating Jin would include:

  • Checking up on you that you eat properly so you don’t skip meals
  • Couple rings 
  • Him taking you to eat at fancy restaurants
  • Him scolding you because you didn’t do your homework that you were suppose to do last night
  • When on your period he’s your hero in what ever you need to be comfortable 
  • Him cooking for you all the time because he knows how much you love his cooking 
  • Him constantly kissing your hand when he holds it 
  • Lil jelly bean when another guy gets too friendly with you

Night time Jin 

Fucking Jin would include:

  • Him kissing every inch of your body and can’t get over how beautiful your body is
  • Posessive sex/ Passionate sex
  • When jealous prepare because Jin isn’t going to have mercy on you 
  • Him talking dirty to you as he fucks you senselessly
  • Giving him a BJ at the movie theatre as he fingers you
  • Jin eating you out like you are his last meal 
  • He’ll tell you to wear an apron with nothing under so he can fuck you on the kitchen table 
  • Him leaving noticeable hickeys all over your collarbone 
  • Zordon: Where is Trini? Why isn't she here?
  • Jason & Zack: *sing song* Kimberly!
  • Kimberly: Shut up.
  • Billy: They made it awkward.
  • Zordon: What has happened to Trini?
  • Kimberly: She... hurt her neck.
  • Jason: *snorts*
  • Kimberly: I'm not used to controlling my strength in certain... positions.
  • Zordon: Were you trying new throws?
  • Kimberly: *immediately* Yes!
  • Zack: *whispers* If only you knew.
  • Billy: You do know she is gonna hurt both of you in the pit worse than she hurt Trini last night?
  • Kimberly: *turns back to the guys* Yes but this time I won't try to hold back. You know what they say boys. No pain. No gain.
  • Jason: Is that what Trini said?
Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Eight)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Prologue

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Riverdale gif by @jugheadgifs

A/N: The song used in this fic is called “Flightless Bird, American Mouth” by Iron & Wine if anyone’s curious/wants to listen to it while reading this! Enjoy!

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“So what do you guys want to do next? Facials, manicures, some gossiping about Reggie Mantle’s latest fling?”

“Kevin, no.” Betty groaned. “The last thing I want to hear about is Reggie’s sex life.”

You laughed and turned back to Betty’s little trinkets, checking them out. Girls night was being hosted at Betty’s house and you were having a great time so far. You, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin were listening to music and just chatting mindlessly about things like school and the dance.

“Oh, I love this song!” Veronica exclaimed.

Before you could ask what song it was, it flooded through the speakers.

I was a quick-wet boy
Diving too deep for coins

You froze. It was your and Kevin’s song. The song that was playing when the both of you got together. Your first kiss. Your first dance.

Your mind felt burned out. You were sick of all this research. Why couldn’t you and your brothers and Kevin go on a vacation? One vacation. That’s all you were asking for. You sighed and rubbed your eyes. Kevin was on the opposite side of you, trying to translate the tablet. Some upbeat pop music was playing quietly from the radio. All of a sudden, a slow song came on the radio.

I was a quick-wet boy
Diving too deep for coins

You paid no attention to it. Kevin however, looked up at you for a second, then to the radio, then back down to the tablet again. Should he or shouldn’t he? After toying with it for thirty seconds, he took a deep breath and got up and walked to your side.

Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

You looked up from your book at him and Kevin held out his palm. You looked at it for a second before a hint of a smile came on your face and you placed your hand on his. Kevin smirked as you got up.

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?

He placed one hand on your hip and kept his other in yours. You placed your free hand on his shoulder and the two of you started to sway, slowly at first. Then the slow song picked up the beat just a bit and Kevin spun you around and smiled.

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue

You giggled as you spun and came back into contact with Kevin. The two of you continued to dance, every once in a while smiling or chuckling at your movements. By the song’s upcoming conclusion, the beat had considerably slowed down and the both of you swayed very slowly, gazing into each other’s eyes.

American mouth
Big pill stuck going down

The song hit the final note and you and Kevin both leaned into each other at the same time, kissing each other softly. You finally broke the kiss and you looked at each other, trying to figure out the other’s reaction. Then at the same time, the two of you broke out into smiles and softly chuckled. You wrapped your arms around Kevin’s neck while Kevin snaked his arms around your waist. You rested your head on Kevin’s shoulder while Kevin rested his head on the side of your head. You both closed your eyes and continued to sway gently to the music that wasn’t even slow now. You were lost in your own world, not wanting this moment to end.

“Y/N?” Betty asked from behind you. “Are you okay?”

You gripped the table so hard your knuckles turned white.

All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys

“Um, can you guys turn that off please?” you asked quietly, trying to keep your voice steady and your tears at bay.

Kevin quickly turned the song off and the three of them looked at you. Veronica slowly walked over to you.

“Y/N…” Veronica said, gently putting a hand on your arm. “Are you alright?”

You flinched at the touch and turned around to face the three other teens.

“I gotta go,” you said, quickly wiping a fallen tear away, hoping the teens wouldn’t notice.

They did.

“Um, thank you for having me over, Betty. Bye.” You quickly said before all but running out of the house.

You didn’t notice the photo that fell out of your jacket pocket.

“Wait, Y/N!” Betty called, but you were already downstairs.

The teens heard the front door close and Veronica and Kevin ran to the window, peeking out of it. You ran until you got to the end of the driveway, stopping. You ran a hand through your H/C locks, breathing heavily.

“Who gets PTSD from a song?” Kevin asked.

Veronica glared at him.

“What?” he asked innocently.

They turned back to you. You shoved your hands in your plaid jacket pockets and walked off down the street, beginning your journey to Pop’s.

“Hey guys?” Betty asked.

Kevin and Veronica turned to the blonde who picked up the fallen photograph.

“You need to see this.”

All you wanted was a milkshake to go. You would walk home and then lock yourself up in your room until Monday morning. You could try to convince Sam and Dean that you were sick on Monday to prevent going to school for one more day, but you knew they wouldn’t believe you. As you walked into Pop’s with those things on your mind, they instantly faded away once you saw Jughead sitting in his usual booth typing away on his computer. Seemingly feeling your gaze, Jughead looked up at you and smirked. You couldn’t help but smile back as you made your way over to the raven-haired teen, sitting across from him.

“Hey there, Ms. Winchester.” he said.

“Mr. Jones.” you said back as you stole a couple of Jughead’s fries.

“What brings you to this fine establishment at these hours?” he asked as he looked down at his laptop again. “Weren’t you supposed to have a girls night with Veronica or something?”

You froze, forcing the fries down your throat as you swallowed them.

“I was, but stuff came up. So I left.” you mumbled.

Jughead looked up at you at your change of tone and closed his laptop, giving you his full attention.

“Something happen?” he asked.

You shrugged.

“Not really. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s kinda stupid.” you said.

Jughead nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Not particularly.” you said weakly.

Jughead nodded again.

“Fair enough,” he said as he sat back in his seat. “I know how it feels when someone pressures you into talking about something you’re not ready to talk about. So I’ll back off.”

You smiled at him.

“Thank you, Jughead. I appreciate it.”

Jughead smirked at you again.

“However… For the dance…” he began. “I do need to know where you live. I’d like to pick you up.”

The smile fell off your face.

“D-Do you?” you asked. “I mean… don’t people just meet each other there?”

Jughead chuckled.

“Not if they have dates they don’t.”

The smile came back to your face.

“So this’ll be a date, huh?” you joked.

Jughead blushed and looked down.

“If you want it to be.” he said shyly.

You beamed.

“Of course, Juggie,” you said.

He looked up at you again with that soft smile you loved so much. You took a deep breath.

“I guess I’ll tell you where I live then,” you began. “I’m staying at the—”

“Incoming.” Jughead interrupted, looking at something behind you.

You frowned.

“What?” you asked as you turned around.

Your eyes widened as you saw Veronica walking towards you, something in her hand.

“Ronnie.”

“Y/N,” she began, eyes darting between you and Jughead nervously. “Um, here. It fell out of your pocket when you left Betty’s.”

She handed you the object and Jughead craned his neck to see what it was. You felt your breath leave your body as you realized what it was. It was the photo of Lily from when she was three months old.

“Great,” you croaked. “Thanks.”

You wanted to put the photo away as quickly as you could but you found yourself unable to stop staring at your daughter and her little smile. It had been four months since you had gotten that picture. You wondered how big she was now. What she could be doing. Could she sit up yet? Roll over? Crawl?

“What’s her name?” Veronica asked tentatively.

You looked up at her, ready to deny knowing anything about the baby in the picture but stopped once you saw her face. Veronica Lodge wasn’t dumb. She had put together all the pieces. She knew who Lily was.

“That’s none of your business.” you snapped as you got up, shoving the photo into your pocket.

“Y/N—”

“I said, it’s none of your business, Veronica!” you yelled as you exited your booth.

The diner quieted down and everyone looked at you. You turned around, ready to leave when you felt someone gently grab your arm. You stopped, looking back. Jughead looked up at you worriedly, his hand gently enclosed around your arm. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“Y/N…” he said softly.

You couldn’t take it. He had figured it out too. Lily may have had Kevin’s smile and hair color, but she looked exactly like you otherwise.

You quickly pulled your arm from Jughead’s grip, running out of Pop’s as fast as you could. Even with your lungs burning and your legs feeling like they would give out at any second, you continued to run, your chest heaving. After running for God knows how long, you came to a stop, falling to your knees. All the emotions that you had kept bottled up for the last few months hit you at full speed and you finally allowed yourself to cry. As you cried, you weren’t sure if you could stop. Or even if you wanted to.

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A/N: Y’all know how I love my angst. :) Hope you liked it! Please send me feedback! Oh, and for anyone confused with dates, the reader was gone for eleven months in total (seven for the remainder of her pregnancy and four in order to get back in shape), and she’s been back for three. That makes Lily seven months old. Hope this clears up any confusion!

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 7

Sorry for the long wait you guys. I wrote this chapter while eating grilled cheese sandwiches and a cup of sweet tea lmaoo. As always don’t be shy to send me feedback and I need 100 notes for the next chapter, but I’m sure you know this by now.

**WARNING**: SMUT 


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen

The first thing you felt when you woke up was pain. Excruciating pounding in your head to be exact. Just the slightest movement made it worse and you silently vowed to never drink again, although you knew for a fact you were lying. You got a whiff of the scent of waffles and shot up, rushing to the bathroom to empty your stomach from the alcohol and the small bit of food you consumed the night before. God, did you feel awful.

You flushed the toilet and sat on the cool tile floors for a moment, deciding on whether you were strong enough to stand or not. It was then you realized that you were staring into Calum’s room after noticing the messiness and his navy blue and grey duvet hanging halfway on the floor. You stood up and grabbed your spare toothbrush to clean away the horrendous taste that was left in your mouth. After you splashed your face with cold water a couple of times, you decided to go find Calum. It had to be at least eleven or twelve, because usually Calum would still be asleep beside you when you woke up.

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