author’s note: i know the word civilian makes it seem like they’re background characters in the marvel universe or some shit but i don’t know else to describe it rip (ps: some of these are inspired by the dope vid, other’s are just for fun). these are all so long i’m so sorry i got carried away if i had the time and motivation to make all of these full length 6k word fics, i would buuuuut i don’t so, do what you will with these, instead~~ feedback is always appreciated, and requests are still open! disclaimer: all gifs are credited under each boy’s name as cr.; none of the gifs used here are my own, they are simply cropped for uniformity and easy reading
“Jin, I have the flu, not tuberculosis,” you whine for the umpteenth time today. And for the umpteenth time today, Jin simply shakes his head and shoves two pills into your hands.
“Your fever is finally going down, but it’s still over 100,” he frowns, “Take the ibuprofen and I’ll get you some more soup.”
“You can call it Advil, you don’t have to go all Dr. Kim on me,” you joke.
“Sorry. Force of habit.”
The seriousness in his tone causes you to frown. He’s been like this all day, and for the life of you, you can’t figure out why. It’s just the flu, you think, nothing drastic or life threatening. If you were single, you’d have to fend for yourself and you were far capable of doing so. But anytime you so much as hinted at a minor immune system invasion, Jin was on you faster than you could blink.
He comes back into your bedroom with soup, as promised, more pillows. He adjusts the already overflowing pillows in your bed, and places the new ones under your feet. He hands you the soup and quietly tells you to eat, whilst placing the back of his palm on your neck to check for swelling.
Kim Seokjin is a warm man; he’s your bubbly, friendly, dad-joke-telling, loud, singing-in-the-shower boyfriend who goes on nonstop about his pretty face and who begs for kisses in the comfort on your home. But Dr. Kim is a stoic man; professional, efficient, and concerned only with the safety and health of his patients and staff.
Most would think that having a doctor as a boyfriend would be convenient in times like this—and it was, for the most part—Jin usually ensured that you were happy and healthy. But right now, you weren’t dealing with Jin; you were dealing with the very stern doctor within him, and he only became that person at home when he couldn’t shake off something from work.
You place the soup on the nightstand and sit up before Jin can protest. “Jinnie, what’s wrong?”
Jin opens his mouth to speak, but once he sees the look in your eyes, he knows better than to try and lie to you.
“Even with that fever, you’re still sharp as a tack,” he smiles softly and sighs, “One of my patients died on the table yesterday. It was all a matter of timing—if we had gotten him into the ambulance earlier and I had gotten to the operating room just a bit faster, maybe we could have saved him.”
He looks up at you and takes your hand in his, “And then I came home to you being ill and I couldn’t help but think that if I had better timing when I took you out, maybe we could have avoided the rain and possible food poising and you wouldn’t be sick right now.”
He brings your hand to his lips, and kisses it gently, “I know I’m over thinking everything but, I feel like a little piece of me goes every time I lose a patient. And you—if I ever lost you,” he pauses, “I don’t know what I’d do without myself.”
You shake your head and lace your fingers with his, “I’m not going anywhere, Jin. I promise.”
“Good,” he tightens his grip, “Me neither.”
After a few moments, he gets up, “Now, don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t take those pills before. Open up, missy.”
“Tell me something new, Jeon,” Yoongi sighs, looking up from the paperwork. Jungkook hands Yoongi a yellow slip of paper, then bows shyly before leaving his office.
Yoongi shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Hobi practically keeps the police station open with the amount of traffic violations and underground shit he brings in here. Yoongi ought to let the rookies write him up this time.
Besides, that rascal’s case is bound to be more interesting than the phone taps he has to read over, so he leaves his desk in favor of greeting Hoseok for the umpteenth time this month—if you can call it that considering it is a police station and Hoseok most likely is here under arrest.
“Alright, Hoseok,” Yoongi’s voice is monotonous and routine, “What is it this time? Spray painting a government building? Speeding? Noise compl—”
“Actually, Captain, I brought something for you this time.”
With a raised eyebrow, Yoongi lifts his head, surprised to see you standing next to Hoseok with a lunch bag in hand.
“Y/N? What—did you come with him?” Assuming the worst, Yoongi’s hand flies to the baton strapped around his waist. Yoongi may be (begrudgingly) fond of Hoseok, but if he’d touched you, he could say hello to house arrest.
“Woah, slow down there, big boy. I saw this one on her way to bring you kiddie meal, so I thought I’d be a nice guy and give her a ride.”
Yoongi flashes between Hoseok’s sly grin and your bright smile. The contrast between the two of you is almost comical; you’re dressed cutely and comfortably, with a homemade meal in your hand while Hoseok sports overly ripped jeans, a dark shirt, a leather jacket to match, and nurses his McDonald’s fries in his left hand.
Once Yoongi rules that Hoseok is in fact telling the truth and that you have no signs of foul play or kidnapping printed on your body, he relaxes a bit.
“It’s true. Hobi saw me on the way here and offered me a ride,” you smile.
“And you willingly got in a car with this delinquent?” Yoongi questions.
“Yah! I’m a good driver, Min!”
“He calls everyone a delinquent,” you wave away his words, “I thought the two of you were friends, no?”
“Yes.” “Absolutely not.” The two answer at the same time.
You chuckle and walk forward to hand Yoongi his lunch. His dark bangs graze over his eyelashes as he leans down to look at you and accept the bag. There’s no peck—you know better than to try that while Yoongi’s at work, although his coworkers know just how ridiculously in love he is with you anyway—but he does give you a soft smile, an even softer thank you. But because Yoongi’s feeling brave today, and Hoseok’s presence proves to be more provoking than usual, he kisses you on the cheek for good measure.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?”
Yoongi nods before you turn to walk out of the station.
“Hey, want a ride?” Hobi quips, keys already dangling. He walks towards you before he’s stopped, choking on the collar of his shirt as Yoongi pulls on it from behind.
“Over my dead body,” Yoongi grunts, dragging him into his office, “Let’s go, Hoseok, you still owe me three parking tickets and an explanation as to why you think you’re now my girlfriend’s personal chauffeur.”
Hobi pouts and attempts to grab you hand, which you pull away quickly. “Baby, come onnnnn. It’s completely safe!”
“Don’t you “baby” me right now, Hoseok. Don’t you need some kind of special license to drive that?”
“No, baby. Come on, it’ll be fun! I thought you wanted to try new things?”
“I meant like taking a cooking class, or learning a language, or traveling to new places—”
“This technically is traveling,” Hobi interjects, only to be silenced by your glaring.
You cross you arms and continue to shoot daggers at your boyfriend across the garage. He’s unbelievable. He’s the only man you know who’s three parking tickets deep and one write up away from points on his license who would still insist on toying with the law (and the city’s unnerving police chief). He’s the only man you know who has three different cars (“well you can’t just drift in any old Audi, sweetheart”) and would still go out and buy a motorcycle. And he’s the only man you know that would try to convince you to get on said motorcycle.
“No, Hobi.” Last time he took you on a ride he insisted would be fun, you swear you got whiplash and lost hearing in your left ear for a week.
Hobi’s a good driver, there’s no denying that. He certainly knew how to handle any car on any road (and it was quite attractive, if you were being honest, the way he would concentrate when taking a turn, or the way he would stick his tongue out and wink at you before cranking up the acceleration, and even the way he came home from time to time with grease stains from fixing up something with Namjoon); but you knew Hobi to be good at driving cars, not the two wheeled death machines people called motorcycles.
“Baby,” Hobi walks over, wrapping his hands around you from behind. He kisses the back of your neck then nestles his head into the crook, “I would never let you get hurt, you know that, right?”
“I know, Hobi.”
“And you know I’m always safe.”
“Yes, I know, Hobi.”
Hobi gently spins you around so that you’re facing him. “And you know you look really hot in my leather jacket, right?”
“What? It’s the truth,” he grins, “Come on, let’s get a helmet on you.”
“No, baby, you have to turn it clockwise, like this,” Namjoon crouches down behind you and adjusts your grip on the wrench.
You can feel Namjoon’s short breaths on your neck as his body molds into your yours whilst he fixes your mistakes. You crane your head slightly, getting the perfect view of his side profile. God, your boyfriend is hot. And oblivious.
“You got it now, baby?” He asks, standing up to hover over you.
You nod mindlessly, more focused on the way his jumpsuit fits him in all the right places; the way the edges of his hair stick to his face with sweat; the way his scarred, blackened hands look once he slips off his gloves.
Namjoon had to be the smartest person you know. Smart enough to rewire the heating/cooling system in your house to be more efficient. Smart enough to do the most complicated of math equations in his head in seconds. Smart enough to build you an entire car if you wanted him too. But goddamn, he was dumb when he wanted to be.
Like right now, for instance. You had absolutely no reason to come over to Joon’s garage and ask him to how change a tire. You couldn’t name one time in your life where you’d actually need to change a tire, or care to know how. You just wanted your boyfriend to bend you over the hood of a car. But clearly, that would be harder than you’d imagined.
“Hey, Joon, can you show me how to check the oil?”
“Sure, baby,” he smiles. You’re going to fucking lose it if he calls you that one more time.
With ease, he pops the hood of your car and bends over to the unscrew the oil cap. He begins to explain to you how to check for low levels and how to put new oil in, but once again, everything he’s saying is going over your head, and your mind is instead filled with images of your shirtless boyfriend.
When turns around to get more engine oil from his desk, you’ve decided you’ve had enough of his lessons. You grab the sleeve of his jumpsuit and force him to face you. “Joon, you know I love you, but I couldn’t give less of a fuck about any of this car shit.”
Namjoon’s eyes become as big as saucers and his eyebrows scrunch in confusion, even as your hands find their way to the nape of his neck. “Then why’d you ask—”
“Are you dumb, or are you dumb? Namjoon, all I want is for you to take me on the hood of one these cars.”
When he finally understands your motives, his signature smirk grows on his face. He reaches into his pocket, brings out a small remote, and presses the green button on top. You hear the garage door begin to close as his hands rest on your hips.
Your boyfriend doesn’t even spare you a glance, simply nodding and sipping on more of his over priced champagne.
“Alright, let’s try this again,” you say, turning to Jimin as much as you can in your seat and as much as your dress will allow. You gently grab his face and force him to face you, “What’s wrong, Jimin?”
For some reason, your usually confident boyfriend is a nervous wreck. He’s a people person; people love him—and what’s not to love? Between his handsome face, celebrity-status hair, sweet soul, and charming smile, there really is no reason not to like Park Jimin.
Park Jimin, however, doesn’t seem to understand that, despite him being South Korea’s most successful CEO under twenty-five, your constant reminders, and it being one of the most basic facts of the universe.
“You know me so well,” he says with a soft smile.
“Well, I would hope so, we are dating,” you tease.
Jimin smiles and laces your hands under the table. “I’m nervous.”
“Nervous?” Jimin nods again, and licks his lips, to which you squeeze his hand for reassurance, “Hey, it’s just like any other of your presentations. You’re gonna knock these snobby motherfuckers right off their feet.”
Jimin smiles, big and real this time, and hangs his head while chuckling. “I’m not nervous about that, baby.”
“It’s not nothing if it’s got you shaking under the table, Park Jimin.”
He blushes, having been caught. “It’s just… I’ve been thinking about asking someone to make a really big merger with the company for some time now. I was going to ask them tonight, but,—”
“You’re nervous?” you finish for him. When he nods, you grip his hand a little tighter. “Jimin, they’d be stupid to say no, okay?”
“You think so?” he searches your face desperately for an affirmative, relief washing over his face when you nod in return.
“I mean, I don’t know a lot about business, I can’t imagine someone being stupid enough to reject the opportunity to merge companies with Park Jimin. I certainly wouldn’t turn that down.”
“You really think they’d be stupid to say no?”
He looks at you for little, with that beautiful smile and that never-ending support of yours, and thinks to himself, that yeah, he’s going to do this tonight. Because he’ll be damned if he has to spend one more day living in uncertainty.
“Okay,” Jimin says.
He gently unlaces your fingers, pushes his chair back and finally, finally does the one thing he’s been waiting to do for three months now; he gets on one knee and pulls out a little, velvety box from his back pocket.
When he looks up, he sees the shock in your expression and the tears already forming at the corners of your eyes. But it was the good kind of shock, and if he knew you as well you knew him, those were happy tears. So he doesn’t fret, doesn’t shy away, and smiles instead. He pays no attention to the crowd forming; it’s just the two of you in the room as he takes your left hand in his right, and holds the open ring box in the other.
“Hey,” he smiles quietly, “Don’t say anything stupid when I ask you, okay?”
“Jin, I love you, but if you tell me to calm down one more time, I’m going to fucking castrate you.”
Jin sighs, backs away from you slightly, but still keeps a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Hey, this is, Tae, we’re talking about,” he reminds you, “He’ll be fine.”
His words are pretty and comforting and extremely hard to believe given the chaos burning in front of your eyes. But this is Tae, you’re talking about; and that’s what worries you the most.
There are at least three ambulances on the scene, treating family members for smoke inhalation and minor burns; all the neighbors have come outside, pajama-clad and all to assist in (and gossip) in any way that they can; Yoongi is busy controlling the crowd of reporters on the scene; and the once adorable cream-painted two story house that you drove by every day was crumbling before you.
To your left, you see Mingyu and Seokmin being ushered towards EMS. There were part of Tae’s team, so where the fuck was Tae.
“Said he had to do one last check, had something else to find,” Seokmin explains to you.
From the looks of the house, there didn’t seem to be much left to find, you think. You watch as the left side of the house starts to completely collapse into itself. Jin tries to hold you back at the guys in the fire truck move into action.
“Jin, let me go! Where is he?!”
“(Y/N), you have to calm down, I promise you—”
“You can’t fucking promise me anything!” you cry, “It’s not your husband that’s stuck in a crumbling house, for fucks sake! Somebody has to help him, he could be buried under rubble or something, we can’t just—”
Jin suddenly spins your body around, and a plethora of emotions swarms over you, most prominently, relief; but concern is a close second.
Because there’s Taehyung, your Taehyung, covered in ash, heaving heavily, limping slightly, but smiling through it all, as he sets an equally ash-covered puppy down on the concrete to be taken care of by EMS.
You can’t stop the tears from welling as when you run to hug him and he flashes that boxy, dust-covered smile admits all the smoke and ash and chaos surrounding you—when you finally, finally know that he’s okay, that everything is going to be okay.
“I’m so fucking happy you’re okay,” you whisper, as if your words could hurt him if they were any louder.
“I told you I’d always come back to you, right?” Tae squeezes you closer, ignoring the pain that shoots through his body. When he feels the desperate nod of your head he kisses your hair gently.
“Besides,” he pulls you away, while wiping your tears, “I’d have to be a monster to let a puppy die in a fire.”
“Aw, come on, why not?” Jungkook whines, following you around your shared apartment like a lost puppy as you try your best to ignore is absurd ideas.
“Because, Jungkook, those are police-issued handcuffs! Do you even have a key for them, on you?”
“Um, yes? I think so, let me go—”
If Jungkook really thought he was going to get you to agree to him handcuffing you to your bed using police-grade handcuffs, he had another thing coming. This has to be the most fucked up of all of his cop related fantasies.
“It’d be hot!”
“I don’t think having to call Yoongi to uncuff me from our bed after we’ve just had sex fits into my definition of ‘hot,’” you retort.
“What, you don’t think threesomes are hot? Because I kinda—”
“Jeon Jungkook!” you take to hitting him with the closets object within your reach, which happen to be a pillow from the couch. “This is not the time to get kinky!”
“Um, yes it is,” he hops over the couch, “This is, like, the perfect time to get kinky.”
Jungkook grabs your wrist and pulls your body on top of his so that you’re fixed in his lap with his arms around you. He’s got that same shit-eating grin on his face, and that same cute crinkle around his nose.
“So, what I’m hearing is that if I were to buy fake, plastic, baby handcuffs, you’d let me tie you to the bed?”
“It’s a yes or no question, baby.”
“Is this how you interrogate people at the station?”
“I usually don’t have them sit on my lap and I’m usually not asking them about their preferred method of handcuffing, but yeah, pretty much.”
“You call them ‘baby?’”
“Well somebody has to be the good cop, right?”
“Hm, are you saying, Yoongi isn’t the good cop?”
“Yoongi-hyung is definition of—hey, hey! You’re distracting me!” Jungkook exclaims, tightening his grip on your waist, and tickling you as punishment.
“Alright! Alright!” you beg for mercy as Jungkook continues to ruthlessly attack your sides.
“Not until you say ‘Jeon Jungkook is the sexist cop in Seoul.’”
“What are you, twelve? I’m not—” but Jungkook doesn’t give you the opportunity to finish, and continues to tickle you.
“I’m going to murder you, Jeon Jungkook,” you claim instead. Jungkook finally lets up, and just when you think he’s done imparting his idiocy on you for the day, he opens his mouth to speak again.
“Threatening a cop? You know, that’s technically, a crime, babe. I might have to use those handcuffs for real.”
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He was practically floating on air, the goofy smile that seemed a permanent fixture on his face today was driving his friends crazy, and that only spurred him on, what fun was a secret if you didn’t use it to mess with people?
“Come on man, what’s with the stupid face? You haven’t stopped grinning since you drove up this morning. I didn’t think you even knew how to smile?” Dean teased, elbowing Jughead in the side and impatiently waiting for an explanation.
“What? A guy can’t be happy around here. Maybe I really like what’s on the lunch menu today.” He shrugged lazily, pulling a long drag out of the cigarette hanging from his mouth, a few of the Serpents stood outside Southside high while Jughead leaned against his motorcycle, the extra wide smile still playing on his lips.
“You eat everything, you don’t care what’s on the menu” Keith rolled his eyes, shrugging his jacket off and taking in the late fall, early summer sun “this wouldn’t have anything to do with our very own ball of sunshine, little miss Betty Cooper, would it?” He smirked knowingly.
There were hushed laughs and immature “ooooohhhsss”
Jughead popped the collar of his jacket, rolling his eyes
“And if it is? I can’t help the fact that someone like her wants to be with me, she’s.. special” He smiled proudly.
A few of the boys began cracking up and some of them made obnoxious fake throw up noises.
“Yeah whatever, find a girl like mine and you’ll Change your mind real fast” he threw his hands at them, putting his cigarette out.
“You’re dad will be happy.” Keith said knowingly, his eyes sympathetic.
Dean looked worriedly at Jughead, for a boy his size, he was most definitely all bite no bark
“You ain’t just with her because of what your dad said right? About us getting in Riverdales head? Because Betty’s real nice and I don’t want to see her get hurt.” He said slowly, warning evident in his voice.
“You don’t have to worry about that, what me and Betty have is real. My dad has nothing to do with the way we feel about each other, if it gets him off my back for a while, so be it. But im not letting him anywhere near this relationship. I’m not letting anyone near this relationship.” He cast his eyes too a group of particular nasty Serpents in the corner who were eyeing Jughead with an unfamiliar look.
“Figured we’d stop by Pops again after school, as corny as that place is, the burgers are some of the best.” A lanky Serpent named Jacob said,a few of the other boys voicing there agreement.
“Sounds like a plan.” Jughead nodded Cooly, pulling his phone out and sending a text to his favorite girl
JUGHEAD: wanna grab a milkshake after school? On me ;)
He bobbed his knee anxiously waiting for the text, quickly opening his phone as it lit up.
BETTY: wouldn’t you much rather it be on me? ;)
He nearly choked on his own breath after reading the message, his eyes going wide, another message popped up and he eagerly opened it.
BETTY: I have no idea where that came from. What are you doing to me Jughead Jones? ;) a milkshake sounds amazing, bring your friends I’ll bring mine. Can’t wait to see you. Miss you.
He clutched the phone in his hand, his heart instantly feeling lighter, she had such a damn effect on him, it scared him sometimes, but the excitement overshadowed the fear and he found himself anticipating seeing her face.
The day went by quickly and before Jughead knew it he was pulling into Pop Tate’s Parking lot, the rumble of motorcycles following him as his gang parked their bikes, heading for the door in a rowdy bundle. Jughead stood beside Keith and Dean, his eyes scanning from the doorway, softening when he spotted Betty standing beside a booth on her tiptoes, looking around for Jughead, when she caught his eyes, she grinned leaning down and whispering something in Veronica’s ear, the dark haired girl turning towards him and rolled her eyes playfully.
The three boys made their way over and stood before the booth awkwardly, Archie moved over from his seat, and dean dropped beside him, shaking the entire table with his mass.
“Woah there big boy!” Veronica laughed, her hands coming out to steady herself as Archie clapped him on the shoulder
“We sure could use you on the football team!” He laughed as Dean grinned shyly.
Betty slid into the booth, Jughead sliding directly beside her, his arm instantly coming to rest on her shoulders. Betty looked up at him with light eyes
“Hi” she whispered.
Jughead brushed a strand of hair from her eyes and smiled “hi”
The conversation was light and fun, Archie and Jughead realizing how much they had in common and Keith and Veronica discussing fashion, a secret passion of Keith’s. Kevin had pretty much fallen in love and Dean was just happy to eat and listen to the stories, occasionally setting both the girls into fits of giggles at his barking laugh.
An hour later, the perfect bubble they had been in burst with a very audible pop.
“Elizabeth Cooper! What on earth do you think you’re doing?!” The shrill voice of a middle aged women, followed by a man who looked exceptionally like Betty rang through the tiny diner.
Betty stiffened in Jughead arms, her whole body shaking slightly as she stood almost robotically.
“Mom. Dad” she whispered, taking shaky steps out of the booth
“What are you doing here?! Don’t you know you have tutoring? And Latin class? And what’s this I hear about you ending Cheerleading practice early? What’s the matter with you?!” She screamed in her daughters face.
Betty shook her head
“It’s Friday, I was just..” she was cut off by the older man clutching her wrist
“Don’t talk to your mother like that, keep your mouth shut, let’s go.” He tugged Betty towards the door, the blonde losing her footing and tripping slightly, her eyes downcast as she winced.
Jughead was out of the booth in seconds flat, his eyes lethal as Archie followed closely behind, Jughead gripped Betty’s fathers hand that was wrapped around Betty’s wrist
“Let her go.” He growled as Hal Cooper, stared shocked at his hand
“You don’t know who you’re messing with boy” he hissed as Alice waved her hands frantically.
“You’ve been hanging around these people. Their kind ” she spat, her eyes narrowing on Jughead as he shook his head still glaring at Hal, he opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off when Betty stepped forward.
“Don’t talk about them like that. They have more class in one finger than you do in your entire body.” She said dangerously, standing toe to toe with her shocked mother.
“You don’t know anything about them.” Betty spoke
Alice shook her head
“I know enough. I know enough to know these people are nothing but trash, nothing but thugs, nothing but..” suddenly a glass soared past the older woman’s head, smashing against the wall behind her head, sending glass flying as Betty stood in front of her, her hands shaking
“You need to leave.” She hissed , her eyes dark as the entire diner went dead silent, to make matters worse Chuck and his football players stormed in through the front doors, noticing the motorcycles in the front they had come for a fight. Noting the tension, they stopped abruptly and watched.
“Elizabeth, we’ll discuss this at home.” Alice Cooper said her voice shaky, as she touched a hand to her chest.
“No.” she said finally, testing the word out on her lips “no I’m not going with you.” She finished finally.
Hal laughed bitterly
“Where will you go? Who’s gonna want you? Now that you’re some Serpent Slut?” The man smiled wickedly.
Betty looked down at her hands helplessly and Jughead stepped forward, coming up to grip her now bruised wrist.
“She’ll stay with me.” He said, tugging her towards the door, his arm coming around to wrap around her protectively as he ushered her towards the door, shoving past Chuck and his friends as they shouted, an all out screaming war broke out.
Chuck reached for Betty’s hand
“Think about what you’re doing Betty, think about your decisions.” He said dangerously, threatening her.
Jughead pushed her softly ahead of him and turned to chuck, slamming him against the wall
“You touch her, you look at her, you even breathe in her presence, I will kill you. I swear to god, I’ll make you wish you were never born.” The boy fell against the wall as Jughead released him.
Jughead turned back to see Veronica and Archie and Kevin slipping out the back with Dean and Keith right beside him. The dark haired boy jumped on his bike, reaching a hand out for Betty, who looked at him nervously.
“Do you trust me?” He shouted over the noise.
With one final glance back at the chaos behind her, Betty gripped his hand and climbed onto the back of the bike, her hands wrapping securely around her waist.
“You ready angel?” He said when she dropped her chin to his neck.
She pressed her nose to his pulse point and nodded
Anonymous said: Can I prompt something? Cuddling. Oh man, I just want to read fics where people just cuddle and snuggle and just plain touch each other. Yeah, it’s rather wholesome, but oh well… Writer’s choice in regards to the pairing. :)
Ah man, some tender cuddles is just what I needed too. Here ya go!
College was kicking Peter’s figurative ass. Bad guys were kicking his literal ass. Jameson was kicking his financial ass. Whether he was wearing jeans or spandex, day or night, his ass was being kicked from all angles and it was unpleasant to say the least. Profs must get off on all assigning the biggest projects all at the same time and when you’re overloading on courses it’s even harder to balance. All of the villains were getting better at planning and evading him. It’s not like he was getting injured more often but the amount that he had to chase new ones around without a moment’s rest was driving him to his limits. And Jameson. That mother-hugger would throw half of Peter’s photos back at his face for not being ‘scandalous’ enough. As though Spider-Man ever did anything scandalous. To be completely fair… his photos lately were far from quality. He didn’t have the time to stage them right or set up his camera properly.
To put it simply, Peter Parker was an exhausted mess and he was going to collapse during an inopportune moment if he didn’t get a break soon.
You glanced down at the time. 6:03
PM. No one was going to come and get you at this time, no shops were open
either, and everything closed an hour or so before the Purge.
You got out of your car and grabbed
your purse, opting to run all the way home even though you knew there was no
way you were going to make it home by running in an hours time.
There was no
way you were going to make it back home to a safe environment with security
around you, restricting people of coming and killing you or your family. You
would be drowning out the constant screaming and sounds of guns outside your window
if you were home – but that wasn’t happening. Instead you were running down an
empty street, the sun setting in the distance and the street lights were slowly
starting to turn themselves on. You stopped, panting, trying to catch your
breath. You were at least twenty minutes away from home and the purge was
starting in less than ten minutes.
“Fuck!” You yelled out, running a hand through
your hair, stressed – placing your hands on your knees you closed your eyes,
trying to calm yourself down. A distant
noise in the distance made you look up – a faint figure emerged from the road
in front before you realised it was a car, and it was heading straight towards
you. Screaming and cheering was coming from the people inside it as they hung
their heads out the windows, guns in their hands and masks covering their
You moved to
the side, hoping they’d drive on past and not linger around until the purge
started so they could kill you…but they ended up pulling up right beside you.
cheeks, what is a pretty girl like you doing out in the streets on Purge night?”
a guy, much taller than yourself, stepped out of the vehicle. The only facial
feature you could see was his eyes because the mask was covering the rest of
his face. The mask he was wearing had scratches and small droplets of what
looked like blood but you hoped it was fake.
“Don’t look like nothing,” he smirked, pulling
his gun out of his front pocket and twirling it in his fingers before running
it along your jaw. Your body tensed up at the cold contact of the gun. Laughter
erupted from the car, his friends were laughing at you, at the sight of you
becoming petrified from the gun.
he spoke into your ear before stepping away and walking towards the car again, “I
leave you be. You can go run, try and hide, try to stay safe. We’ll make sure
to find you again. You and I can have a little fun later on, sweet cheeks.”
smirked at you before placing the gun in his hands back into his pocket and
opening the car door. Most of his friends groaned at the fact he, the stranger,
had let you go and not caught fresh meat to kill as soon as the Purge started. As
soon as he sat back in, the car revved up, the only thing you could hear was
the loud engine of the vehicle and the hollering of the people inside it as it
drove off. You stood there in silence. How were you going to survive twelve
hours? You had no protection, no weapons, no one to lean back on in case you
were hurt. You were going to die tonight for sure.
were interrupted by the sound of the speakers screeching. You glanced down at
Purge night had begun.
This is not a test.
This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the
Annual Purge sanctioned by the Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have
been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. No
citizen or group will be exempt. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime,
including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency
medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7 am, when
The Purge concludes. May God be with you all.
It didn’t take
long before the sounds of screaming and gun shots were already being heard
after the speech. Laughter was heard before a bullet just missed your feet
making you stumble back in shock and most of all, fear. You did what anyone
You ran for
your life, there was no way you’d be dying without fighting for it. You ran
into an alley, it wasn’t the safest place because it’s dark and anyone could
kill you, but it was the closest spot you had to a ‘hiding’ place at the
moment. You ran into what felt like a brick wall and fell backwards landing on
the hard concrete with an oof.
kill m-me…” you stuttered out, moving backwards on the ground while your eyes
were closed in fear.
eyes shot up at the sound of your name and you saw who you’d ran into.
fuck are you doing out here? Why aren’t you at home? Holy shit, are you okay?”
Jungkook held out his hand and you took it, he helped you stand up and you
immediately wrapped your arms around him. His eyes widened. Maybe if you weren’t
scared for your life you’d be shocked at yourself hugging Jungkook too.
“I just- my
car didn’t start and I- I didn’t know what to do…”
“It’s fine. Look,
your brother and the others are a block or two-” Jungkook started to speak but footsteps
made him move you behind him and raise his gun.
down there big boy. It’s just me.” Taehyung’s deep voice was still able to be
heard over the distance screams. “I see you found someone?” Taehyung raised an
eyebrow at Jungkook, a smirk overtaking his face.
too excited. It’s Y/N, where’s Hobi?”
holy shit what are you doing out here?!”
all these questions later, we can’t stay out in the open like fresh meat. We need
to get her back to Hoseok, now!”
few streets over, come on.” Taehyung lead the way for you and Jungkook, taking
you to where Hoseok and the others were getting their weapons ready for the
night that was about to unfold.
“Yo. Hobi. Look
who Jungkook found lingering in the streets,” Taehyung chuckled as the three of
you stepped into view, Hoseok’s eyes widening significantly at the sight of
you doing out here? Are you fucking mad Y/N? Do you want to fucking die? Holy shit,
why are you here?” question after question left his mouth at a fast pace but
the only two words you were able to stutter out were, “I’m sorry.”
“Oh my god,
come here,” he whispered before wrapping his arms around you tightly, the fact
his baby sister was out in the open and could get killed at any time was
scaring him. What if he wasn’t able to protect you? What if you died because of
him? Hoseok was scared.
“Sorry to interrupt
this reunion, but we need to move,” Namjoon’s voice made Hoseok pull away from
Y/N?” Jungkook questioned. Namjoon pulled out a gun from his bag, loading it up
before tossing it over to you, “She’ll just have to join us.”
I’m not letting her go around with a gun and expect her to kill people!”
“It’s not my
fault she’s out here Hoseok! She either comes along with us or we leave her
here to defend for herself. What one are you going to go for?”
bullshit, I’m taking her back home.” Hoseok grabbed your hand and started
dragging you to the car.
“Is that so?
And when you get shot and are left to try and fight people with batons and
weapons ranked higher than a gun, who will protect you then? Her?” Namjoon
looked over at you before looking back at your brother and raising an eye. “You
trying to get her back home by yourself in the car, in the open, is a suicide plan Hoseok. Stop being an idiot and just
get her along with all of us. We’re not going to let her die, you think we’re
sick like that?”
it’s better i-if I go with you, I’ll stay out of your way, I promise…” Namjoon
was right. You and Hoseok going off alone when neither of you had experience
with purge night, was a suicide plan. The safest option was to go with the guys
and hope for the best instead of being murdered while one person is injured.
if any one of you lay a single hand on her, I’ll kill you myself.” Hoseok was
pissed, he didn’t get mad that often but when he did, he wasn’t to be messed
“Come along then, join the adventure,” Jungkook
smirked at you. This was going to be a long twelve hours.
a/n: eh part two was boring as well, sorry >.< this was the most requested as the fic people wanted me to finish first so here y’all go!
This is my submission to Taz’s ( @ilikepipecleanerswitheyes ) crack fic challenge! It’s two days late because I’m the worst. However, Taz is the most forgiving merciful understanding human on this planet, so I’m posting it anyway. The Jim Henson puppet references won’t make much sense unless you read the hilarious My Map series by Taz lmao.
Anyway, without further ado, I present my fic, based off the prompt “Will’s Stupid Fucking Accent”.
Will LaMontagne looked up from his drink at the speaker, Dr. Spencer Reid. It was the last thing he expected on a cheerful night out at the bar with his wife’s team to hear from the man he had long-considered a friend, especially taking into account that Reid himself had never ever, not once in his life, shut his gotdamn trap for one gotdamn second.
“Excuse me?” he said, mildly amused more than anything.
Reid downed a shot before replying, as smoothly as he had ever said anything, “There’s a possibility that Henry will pick up your accent, and I don’t particularly want my godson to sound like a redneck.”
The whole team laughed, and Will only chuckled along with them. He was a pretty laid-back guy, and could handle a few drunk jokes from an old friend.
Dear Evan Hansen today is a good day because I got to see DEH live, it was amazing and her are my thoughts o had to write down
Evan stands up on his knees in the beginning and kinda talks to the audience?? Then goes back to sitting
Connor and Evan get really close to each others face in anyone have a map
Connor does this kind of Slinky walk towards Jared?? It was really great
Connor writes his R really messy and it’s missing the leggy
Jared also has a striped polo shirt just like evans only in red
Ben sings in this really low like grizzly voice almost kind of demonic?? During the “I’m not hyperventilating!!”
Mike faist does this really big jump ?? Like woah boi that boi got some air jumpy
Sincerely me was amazing
Zoe sounds like she’s about to cry during the “you really don’t have to do this” line
I think Jared had a Zelda shirt on but I’m not sure
Jared has blue headphones!!!
Jared tells everyone that Evan and Connor were friends which honestly wasn’t
There’s a lot of like notification sounds coming from the screens
Evan looks back at Jared when he’s going off with Zoe
AT THE END OF WORDS FAIL WHEN ALL THR MURPHY’S THERE CONOR IS THERE ACROSS THE STAGE THE SPOT LIGHT WAS ON HIM AND THEN HE WALKED OFF AROUND THE “THIS WAS ALL A SAD CONVANTION, OR THE LINE BEFORE IT”
The way Jared just pushes fake connor off the stage I found really funny??
Jared desperately wants to be apart of something like he’s clearly distressed when even says he doesn’t need him but tries to play it off, he obviously views Evan as a friend and cares about him he goes along with Evan until the very end when Evan “leaves” him
Jared cries when he sings asshole
Sincerely me and good for you are by far my fav songs
“I wish we could of given that to Connor”
Ben cries a lot at the beginning of words fail like he’s sob talking
During the you will be found reprise one of the voices gives out the Murphy’s home address and honestly it was the most terrifying part of the song
Ben does this little wiggle dance at the end it was super cute
Alanna gets so mad at Evan her voice is just so angry honestly Kristolyn Lloyd acting was just so amazing I was shook
I wonder if the placement of the characters at the end means anything they’re all facing Evan at different distances
I wish Alanna and Jared had more singing lines I feel like they don’t get the character Development they deserve
During disappearing Connor is either behind or to the side of Evan never in the front kinda like a little voice on his shoulder
Summary:While going on a hunt y/n gets possessed and tells things to Dean and Sam that were never meant to be said in the first place. This takes a toll on Dean.
Warnings: Talks about Self harm and depression.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
This Fanfic is based off a dream I had I added some extra details so that it could make more sense.
You met Dean and Sam when they were the new kids at your school. You got along more with Dean since he was in your grade and was closer to your age he was one year older then you. you still got along with Sam just not as close as you did with Dean. Dean was in a few of your classes and you got to know him. He was pretty cute and of course all the other more popular girls would go to him and try to either get his attention or try to hook up with him which would make you jealous because you liked Dean a lot but you wouldn’t show it. Dean would pay little attention to the other girls which surprised you since he could have any girl under his arm in a second. You got to know him over the two weeks that he stayed since he told you that his dad traveled a lot and that caused him and Sam to move around a lot. On his last day at theend of the day at school he told you the truth about what his father and him did which was hunting. you were shocked but intrigued “why are you telling me all this if you aren’t supposed to?” You asked curiously asked wanting to know “because………I feel like this isn’t going to be the last time we will see each other” and he was right. You found his phone number written in your notebook and decided to text him. From there a friendship started. That’s how you also got into the hunting life. When you turned 18 you decided to leave your town and start hunting. You had told Dean and Sam about this and they were worried so they decided to take you in and now you worked with them.
“so what do we have on our hands today?” you asked the two brothers as they walked back from checking out some books. “a demon” Sam said as he sat down “okay then lets go!” you said ready to take this demon down. “I think you should stay for this one” Dean told me “why? its just a demon we’ve taken down a lot of these before” you said not knowing why he was acting up since you guys had taken down demons before. “This demon is very powerful y/n more powerful then the ones we’ve taken down before” Dean said in a serious tone. “yeah hes right just go back to the motel and we will meet you there after” Sam said “come on guys let me go i’ll be fine I promise” I said to them. after a lot of begging they finally let me go with them mostly because I was annoying them. “its in their” Dean said looking out the window of the car. Getting in was pretty easy….too easy “don’t you think it was…too easy to get in?” I said to Dean and he turned around since I was behind him. “ yeah it wa- Y/N LOOK BEHIND YOU” you turned around and stabbed the demon right in the heart. “nice” Dean said “yeah” Sam said as well you were behind them both so their back was facing you and with your gun you hit them in the head and with that they blacked out. You decided to tie them up
Dean and Sam woke up after a while “look who decided to finally wake up”You said to them showing them your black eyes “ you aren’t y/n” Sam said “ Don’t you think i already know?” Yousaid to them “ Get out of HER” Dean said “woah calm down big boy”you said while laughing you started telling Dean all these mean and awful things “Its your fault your dad died” “ you should of stayed in hell” the real you inside your body was trying to shout out that you didn’t mean it but the demon was too powerful. “Shes begging me not to tell you all this because its true” the demon said all happy. what you didn’t know was that Sam had a knife and used it to cut off the rope. your back was facing them so you couldn’t see them get up. Sam helped Dean get out of the rope. That’s when you turned around and Dean was pointing a gun at you. “get out of y/n NOW!!” Dean said angrily “ You wouldn’t dare hurt poor y/n” the demon said “don’t test me” Dean said confidentially “ You wouldn’t….I mean why would you when she’s already hurting herself” The demon said smiling. “oops guess I wasn’t supposed to say that…sorry y/n” the demon said in a teasing voice. “what are you talking about?” Dean asked confused. That’s when the demon pulled up your sleeve to show a bunch of cuts that you made on your skin “oh my god” Sam said speechless looking at your arm. Dean had watery eyes trying to hold it together. Dean and Sam were never supposed to find out you self harmed at least not this way by a demon that was using your body. You had been suffering from depression since the 6th grade and started cutting since then. It would be an on and off thing. Sometimes you would stop for one maybe two days but some times you could go up to three weeks but you would always end up doing it again because you would feel numb after not cutting for a while and you just wanted to feel. “this is all your fault Dean” the demon said “ you say you care about her and that you love her and what not but how come you never noticed this? you have been around her for what 3 years now and you never noticed? maybe if you would of noticed sooner she would of already stopped.” the demon said trying to get at Dean which was working because he already had tears rolling down his face “Don’t listen to her Dean that’s now y/n” Sam said trying to get Dean back from the words that the demon said. Then Dean started to chant words and you felt extreme pain then you saw the black smoke get out of your body and you went crashing onto the floor. Once you hit the floor Dean went out of the building to get fresh air. You started crying because of what happened and Sam held you “its okay” Sam whispered to you. Sam lead you to the car and you went in “i’ll be right back I’m going to go talk to Dean” and with that he went to go see how he was doing. “ you know its not your fault right?” Sam said in a soft voice to Dean “ its is….that demon was right I’m so STUPID for not realizing it sooner I could of helped her Sam but me being my stupid self didn’t.” Dean was loosing it “DEAN!! it’s not your fault okay. We need to head back to the motel and just get some rest.” Sam said to Dean trying to get him to snap out of it. “okay’ Dean said. The car ride was quite no one spoke. you went into your room since you had your own. you were panicking about what you were gonna say to them they probably didn’t want anything to do with you they probably thought you were crazy and you didn’t even want to think about what Dean thought of you now that he knew the real you. Then you heard a knock at your door you opened it seeing Dean standing there. “can I come in?” He said and you let him in he then sat on your bed you also sitting down. “why didn’t you tell me?” he said in a sad voice “ I didn’t want you guys thinking I was crazy or something and I thought you guys wouldn’t care since everyone else apparently doesn’t care so I didn’t want to wast your guys time” I said looking down “ we do care especially me, I care about you a lot” this made you feel happy since no one had ever really told you that before “how long have you been doing this?” Dean asked “ since the 6th grade” you replied sadly “why??” He asked sadly “I do it for a lot of reasons….I feel worthless I feel like no one cares about me and if i end up trusting someone they always stab me in the back and turn on me and its like everyone’s playing with me. I feel ugly I know I’m ugly I don’t like the way I look I wish…..I looked prettier I wish I was different.” You said with tears running down your face. “Don’t say that..I know how you look into a mirror and hate what you see you are the prettiest girl I have seen. a guy would be lucky to have you, you are perfect just the way you are you can trust me with anything and everything I’m here for you y/n don’t ever forget that.” and then he kissed you on the lips “what was that.” I asked with a half smile “I’ve been waiting to do that for so long I can’t see you cry because that makes me sad I just want to see you smile” this just made you smile even more “we will get through this okay” he said while hugging you. It felt nice to have someone you could count on and that had your back.
Request: Could I please have a really fluffy Castiel oneshot? Thank you! I love your writing!
Dating an angel was weird. Castiel didn’t understand most things humans do, so when you started dating, you had to hold his hand through the whole experience, explaining why you did certain things. You didn’t mind, it just made him all the cuter.
Today the Winchesters had gone out on a hunt by themselves. You decided to stay back, you couldn’t deal with the tension between them, so hopefully giving them some space would allow them to talk about it. And, this meant you could have a whole day for yourself and Cas.
“Castiel!” You prayed, and he didn’t come. You didn’t worry, sometimes it took a couple minutes. “Castiel, it is I, your lonely girlfriend.” You went on, and finally you heard the familiar flutter of wings, and felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.
“Hello.” He said, and you smiled.
“Hey. Sam and Dean are out on a hunt, so we have the whole bunker to ourselves.” You told him. He smiled, taking off his trench coat, and loosening his tie. “Woah, woah. Slow down there big boy. Maybe a little later, but I just wanna lay around and cuddle.”
He nodded, and tightened his tie. That was another thing you loved about him, he was fine doing whatever you wanted. You walked over to the living room, and put in a movie, “Thor”. Castiel was already on the couch, and you laid down, snuggling up to him. He gladly put his arm around you, and you watched the movie.
Halfway through, you noticed how bored Cas was, and taking pity on him, thought of something else to do. “Wanna build a fort?” You asked him.
“Why?” He asked in response.
“Because it’s fun! Have you built one before?”
“No.” He answered. And that was that, you jumped off the couch and started taking the cushions off as well. Castiel seemed to understand what you were doing, and started taking them off the other couch as well. You ran into your room and grabbed your blankets.
Once you had everything in a pile, you got to work. Castiel pushed the couches together, and you draped some blankets over, making a room. Then, Cas brought over some chairs, and you made more room.
An hour later, you two had built the best fort ever. You used all the blankets in the bunker, and Cas kept poofing away to steal more pillows and blankets from other places. Finally, you two were sitting underneath, and you looked around, satisfied.
“This is fun.” Castiel commented, you smiled and laid down. After a moment, he copied you, and put an arm around you. You didn’t know how long you were laying there, just enjoying each other’s company. But you were brought back to reality by a familiar voice, “What the Hell?”
“Hey guys.” You shouted from inside the fort.
“You’re cleaning this up.” Sam said, from somewhere outside the fort.
Castiel looked at you, “Do we have to clean it now?”
“Goodness no!” You exclaimed, “this is too awesome to take down. Wanna sleep here tonight?”
Castiel nodded, smiling, and poofed away. After waiting a moment, he reappeared with more blankets and pillows, and he laid them on the floor, making a bed.
You chuckled, and laid down, feeling his warmth next to you. Lazy days with Cas were the best.
Happy Birthday to the most squishiest, cutest, charming, handsome, adorable person, Do Kyungsoo !!!! I have no words to explain how much you mean to me. Firstly, I want to thank your mom for raising a very talented person. Thank you for being born and thank you for your existence. Woah, you’re already 21 or 22 (in Korea), you’re a big boy now kyungie. So, you need to be strong and always take care of your health okay? I don’t want to see you sick, because it’s hurts me and breaks my heart into pieces. Btw, I’m so sorry for not being able to give you anything, but I want you to know that I really love you from the bottom of my heart. May your day overflow with joy and success. Again, happy birthday, love! XOXO~
p/s: your voice are my favorite and always be the best ^^
| hey muchachos it’s chelsea :D | so, i haven’t written a sammy imagine in a quite a while so here’s one. Requests are open! don’t soil your panties bitches and adjust your bust before it combusts.
“Welcome to Knotts Berry Farm Amusemt Park!” the snoopy mascot greets me and Sam.
Sam, in return, gives his smile that could launch a thousand ships, which i couldn’t help but stare at him. He then catches me staring and stops smiling
“What babe?” he asked me raising his eyebrows.
“Nothing.” i replied with a side smile.
“C’mon, just tell me.” he said with his puppy dog eyes.
“Nothing, it’s just you’re so adorable.” i squeezed his cheeks which caused me to let out a small giggle.
“Well, you’re adorable too.” he siad planting a kiss on my cheek.
“Okay, so which ride first?” he asked looking at the map he was holding.
“You decide.” i replied.
“What about the Sidewinder?” i added.
“Nah, too chill.” he said still looking at his map.
“I’ve got something in mind.” he gave me an evil smirk and pulled my by the arm and dragged me with him.
“Woah, SAM! Slow down, big boy.” i said barely looking where he was taking me,
“SAMUEL!” i shouted.
“Hold on, we’re almost there.” he said still holding on to my arm.
He was holding on to my arm so tight that it left a mark afterwards. We stopped in front of a rollercoaster. The cart went so fast you can barely see the people in it, and that the fact that ther was a 360 degree loop terrified me.
“No, Sam, we-we are not riding this. No way, nuh-uh.” i muttered nodding my head over and over again.
“COME ON, BABE! It’ll be fun!” he said.
“Fun? Yeah, there’s no fun throwing up.” i said raising my eyebrows at him.
“Just this one time, please, just once, then no more.” he pleaded with his irresistible smile which i just couldn’t resist.
“Errrrrr, fine.” i said while rolling my eyes.
“YES! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” he said while jumping which practically made him look like a little kid who got candy.
We walked over to the entrance of the ride. At the gates it said, The Silver Bullet. Oh boy, i knew what i put myself in. Surprisingly, the ride didn;t have a line. We walked up the stairs to the carts.
“Please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times.” said the lady.
“Oh jeez, i’m not ready for this. SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!” i shouted which made everyone look at me.
“Babe, you’ll be fine.” Sam whispered and gave me kiss and a wink.
The carts trembled and made it’s way to the top of the slope.
“OH NO! OH NO! SAM!” I shouted at the top of my voice.
“AHHHHHHHHH” he shouted.
The ride felt like it never came to an end. In the middle of the ride, i reached over to Sam’s hand with all my effort and interwined my fingers with his.
“I wanna get off this ride!” i said to him.
“Just hold on, babe! You’ll be fine! I LOVE YOU!” he shouted without looking at me.
A few seconds later, the ride came to an end.
“Are you okay babe?” he asked me.
“Uhhh, HELL YEAH!” i said to him.
“See? It wasn’t as bad as it was.” he replied while putting his arms around me and bringing me to his chest.
“Nah, i’m kidding, i was terrified for my life.” i said looking up at his hazel eyes.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of as long as i’m here.” he said looking down at me.
“You know that, right?” he added.
I stared at his beautiful featured for a while and answered him: “Of course, babe.”
Summary: Ryan is the unhappy new kid at a new place in his last year of high school, so he’s in a pretty sour mood when he starts his first day at Austin’s finest high school. His annoyance quickly turns to confusion and mild fear, however, when the students begin bursting into song and perfect choreography at random moments, music to match them seemingly coming from nowhere.