pairing: kim taehyung | reader genre/warnings: fluff, light smut / language, slight voyeurism word count: 20,453 description: there’s some unresolved history involving your best friend’s brother… but hey, maybe some rules are meant to be broken. a/n:i get inspired by the oddest little tidbits, and i swear the word count was supposed to be half the amount you see up there. also, say hello to the longest one-shot i’ve done so far.
You have one of the greatest fortunes to be acquainted with the Kims in your first year of primary education, and perhaps it’s what has led you to one of your greatest downfalls (but we’ll get into that later on).
so i was just watching skam with a friend who’s never seen it before and during the kosegruppa christmas party it got to the vilde and magnus moment and i started laughing (bc how can you not they’re ridiculous i love them) and my friend was like ‘what? what’s happening? is she gay?’ and i was like ??? and she goes ‘because pussy’
Summary: Imagine getting sent to the future and making love with future Cas. Imagine coming back home and finding out you’re pregnant.
Pairing: Cas x reader
Word Count: 3.5k (YAY ME)
Warnings: brief descriptions of smut, language, angst, pregnancy, a cliffhanger ending bc im an asshole
A/N: so regular Dean is just called Dean and future Dean is called future Dean BC LOGIC IS AWESOME hahaha.
also, welcome to a new series, my friends! should be a wild n fun time :-) feedback is so greatly appreciated!
You blinked slowly, your eyes squinting open as you took in your new surroundings. It looked like you were in some kind of…shack?
With a groan, you tried to sit up, and that’s when you realized that your hands were cuffed to a chair. You turned to your left and saw Dean in the same exact situation as you, and you knew this wasn’t looking too good.
Requested: Hi!!! Maybe an imagine
where like y/n is getting a lot of hate from Shawns fans and like one time a
fan starts insulting her in front of Shawn and he becomes all protective. P.S.
Love your blog! It’s really one of the best ones!!! 💖💖💖
You’ve just arrived at the Toronto airport with Shawn to fly to Japan. You happened to have a break from school at the same time he was scheduled to go to Japan, so he asked you to go with him. Since you barely get to see him while you have school because you’re so busy, you didn’t want to miss out on the chance to spend time with him when you were finally on break. In the year that you’ve been
dating Shawn, you sometimes find yourself overwhelmed whenever you’re flying with him.
You already don’t like airplanes because they freak you out, but it doesn’t
help that there are almost always tons of fans waiting at the airport trying to
get pictures with Shawn.
older member reaction to their gf who is also a virgin asking to try thigh riding with them
TBH this isn’t really smutty lmao I didn’t write about what they’d be like during, literally just how they’d react if you asked them too! I can do their reaction whilst, but please request for that if you want it. Also tysm for 3k - I’ve started to follow forever and it won’t be up for a while but pls anticipate it❤️ :-)
Warnings:Descriptions of spousal abuse, terminal cancer, character death,angsty, fluffy, smutty, tear your heart out stuff
A/N: I would love, love, LOVE, feedback on this!! Angst isn’t usually my thing so let me know how it is!! Enjoy!!
Today you’d been diagnosed with stage one breast cancer. And you were happy. How’s that for a fucked up life view? This was the happiest drive home you’d had in 15 years.
Home was your own personal prison cell. You did as you were told because why would you further anger an already hate filled man?
This was your way out. You were only allowed one doctor’s appointment a year, apparently his care for you was enough to keep you healthy for ages. In reality, he didn’t want anyone seeing his fists handiwork. The one appointment a year meant you wouldn’t receive treatment. You could let the cancer grow and spread. You had a way out.
Sound extreme? Oh, it definitely is. Do you know what else is extreme though? Being thrown down a flight of stairs to be dragged back up by your hair, to take a steel toed boot to the gut and tumble right back down again. Why? You accidentally spilled his beer while he tried to have sex with you.
Running never worked, his grip on you was too tight. He tracked your cellphone that must be on you at all times. He counted the mileage on the car before and after you drove, only certain pre-approved routes were able to be used, so he would know if you spent any extra time out of the house. The neighbors all thought you were an adulterous slut, thanks to your lovely hubby of course, and whenever they saw you leave the house when he wasn’t home they assumed you were going to cheat and would call him right away.
Request from @phan—anime: Can I request a Jonathan Byers fluffy imagine where you go missing instead of will and you and Jon secretly like each other - he goes crazy when you’re home but when you return it’s super cute and he says his feelings to you etc ? I have no idea if that makes sense - thank you in advance xx
A/N: Jonathan Byers is my photography loving, The Clash listening babe and I will forever love him.
Word Count: 3712 words
The place you hid in was cold. But you missed it dearly, or rather, the real version of it that you’d grown to love. Not this dystopian, crumbling version. No, certainly not.
You heard voices sometimes, but you believed them to be purely in your head.
There was no way you could hear Will, or Jonathan or even Joyce, not when you were so far away from them. You put it down to hiding in their house, staying there obviously was affecting your mental health combined with this world you seemed to have been dragged into.
You’d ran, and ran and ran. Away from the thing that had brought you here. You’d barely made it alive. It had run after you for ages, constantly on your tail. But you made it into Jonathan’s house, the only place that had come to mind for you to go. Needless to say, you were broken when you got there and found it to be empty, although you’d known deep down that it would be.
You missed talking to people. Going to the cinemas and seeing films with Nancy and Steve, walking in the forest with Jonathan taking photos of you. You especially loved the walks. Playing D&D with the boys, and dramatically acting out the game for them whilst Will told it. You missed sitting in the Byer’s kitchen on a morning, watching as Jonathan prepared breakfast for his family still with sleep in the corner of his eyes.
You were currently sat at that table, or where it should be anyway. There were slight differences between wherever you were, and back home. Like the table in the middle of the kitchen that was broken and smashed to bits around the room. It was never daytime here either and there was no concept of time, all the clock handles just spun constantly or the numbers stayed on 00:00. So you slept whenever you felt like it and as best as you could, considering you also had to keep a watch out for the monster coming back. You heard screams once, faint and very far away from where you were but they still terrified you. They were short-lived and you knew the monster had gotten the poor bastard.
You got bored easily as well, so you liked to go around and count things in the house. The number of paintings, walls, corners of a room, lightbulbs. You would sing as well, usually something Jonathan would play in his car or a song that Steve would have belted out horribly in the corridor at school in an attempt to embarrass you and Nancy. Stuff like that stopped you from being scared, a distraction from what was out there.
But as you sat in the middle of the room, you watched the clock on the wall and saw something that terrified you even more. The clock stopped turning. Of course, it could just be a battery running out, but you looked at the other clocks and saw that they were all the same. All of them read 6:32, and seemed to work as if they were all in sync with time again.
You didn’t know what it meant, but part of you wondered if it meant your rescue. Another part told you not to be so stupid and get your hopes up. How on earth could the clocks relate to your safety?
You averted your attention from the clocks and shut your eyes, leaning back in the chair. You were so tired, although you weren’t certain, you guessed you hadn’t slept for over twenty hours. The monster had passed by the house not so long ago, dragging something very alive with it. It had been crying anyway and making noises like it was in excruciating pain. You’d hidden in the cupboard under the sink as you heard it scratch around the building.
It left after what you assumed to be five minutes as you’d counted to your best ability.
“Y/N?” A faint voice called to you. You screwed your eyes shut tighter, ignoring it.
“Y/N!” The voice said again, more urgent this time. You continued to ignore it, massaging your temples with the tips of your fingers.
“Shut up.” You mumbled to yourself. The voices were coming back again, but you were determined to block them out.
“Y/N?” The voice was louder now, but again urgent to capture your attention.
“Get out of my head.” You hissed, sitting forward and hunching over yourself. Your head was pounding now, and you could do nothing except curl up in pain.
“Y/N, are you here?”
“Get out!” You cried, forgetting about being quiet in case the monster was nearby. The sound of creaking boards met your ears and your head whipped up to look at the kitchen doorway. Lights were shining in the hallway, casting shadows along the floor.
“Y/N?” The voice called through the house, and you realised it wasn’t the voices in your head but rather the voices of the people now in the house. One moment the lights were shining in the hallway, the next they were in your face and blinding you from seeing who was here. You covered your eyes and tried to shield them from the harsh torchlight, wishing you could see the stranger’s faces.
“Y/N! Oh my God you’re here!” Cried a familiar voice. One of the torches was lowered to the floor and someone crouched in front of you, shielding you from the light. But you could now see that the face hiding under a large helmet was none other than Joyce. She had tears in her eyes as she removed the helmet, detaching it from her hazmat suit so she could talk to you properly.
“I can’t believe we found you!” She laughed, pulling you in for a hug. You feebly brought your arms up to hug Joyce, managing a little squeeze. You were so malnourished and weak, yet you hadn’t realised how much so until you felt Joyce’s strong grip holding you.
The other rescuer removed their helmet and you were surprised to see Hopper’s face.
“Hopper?” You questioned, looking to Joyce for answers.
“It’s a story for another time, because right now we need to get you out of here before that thing comes for us.” Hopper barked, pulling his helmet back on and picking up Joyce’s torch.
“H-How did you get here?” You asked as Joyce helped you to your feet, hooking one arm around your waist and letting you lean into her for support. Your legs wobbled dangerously but you kept your ground and began to walk forward with Joyce.
“An open portal, it took a lot of persistency to get here. It wasn’t easy to get access to it.” Hopper explained, opening the front door and checking to make sure the monster wasn’t lurking outside. All clear.
You nodded, trying your best to focus on putting one foot in front of the other successfully.
“Hopper, help me. She’s struggling.” Joyce pleaded, trying to keep you up on your feet as you stumbled, your head going fuzzy as your vision swam before you. You reached your hand out to grab Hopper by the arm but your foot caught on one of the thick roots that covered everything in this desolate world. You crashed to the floor, letting darkness consume you.
You felt warm. For the first time in so long, you could feel warmth seeping into your bones. You were no longer numb from the constant chill of the air. Opening your eyes, you first saw the window to your right with golden sunlight pouring through. Turning your head to the left, you saw the door was open a crack and music drifted through from somewhere. You knew this room. You recognised the large vinyl player, the record albums all stacked up, rolls of camera film strewn over the little bedside cabinet. You wondered if this was all a dream, a sick trick by your mind that would eventually reveal that you were still in that other world. The other place.
You spread your arms out either side of you, stretching and clinging onto the bedsheets for certainty that this was real. You hadn’t been lurched back into the cold, unfamiliar world yet, so you figured this was real. But still…
Climbing out of bed, you noticed you were wearing a thick, cream-coloured jumper and your underwear. Had someone got you dressed for bed?
Your head was still fuzzy so you couldn’t remember clearly, but one memory managed to slip through the haze. Joyce, calling your name into the dark and bright, harsh lights that blinded you. Touching your temple gingerly, you walked barefoot to the bedroom door and slowly opened it a few more inches to look into the hallway.
Empty, but there was definitely music coming from somewhere in the house and singing too. Bad singing.
You stepped out of the room and gently shut the door behind you without it banging. The hallway was bright too, natural light pouring in and illuminating the flecks of dust floating in the air. You walked in the path of the sunlight, loving how warm it felt on the backs of your legs and the fuzzy feeling of the carpet. You noticed a large burnt patch on the carpet, but you decided to leave it alone. You could ask about it later.
It was easy to locate the source of the music and noise that you supposed you would class as singing. It was coming from the kitchen, and as you approached the doorway the smell of a fry up hit your nostrils. It was a whack to the face, the tantalizing smells making your mouth water instantly. You hadn’t eaten in so long; it was a wonder you weren’t near death. But that didn’t matter now, because you could finally smell victory for your growling stomach.
Creeping up to the doorway, you poked your head around, gripping onto the wooden frame for support as you surveyed the scene before you. Everything was there, the table in the middle of the room, the chairs that were placed around it. Joyce and Will who sat minding their own business, Joyce sat reading a newspaper and Will drawing something. The “singing” was coming from Joyce, and you couldn’t help but smile just a little at Will’s disturbed expression.
Looking up from the table you saw someone else standing by the cooker, juggling between pans containing bacon, sausages and eggs.
“Will can you get the orange juice out?” Jonathan huffed, his back turned to you as he cooked breakfast for his mom and brother. Will got up from his seat and went over to the fridge, taking out the juice and kicking the fridge shut with his foot. As Will put the jug of orange juice in the centre of the table he suddenly looked up, the feeling of being watched alerting him to your presence. His face lit up though when he saw it was you stood there.
“Y/N!” He shouted, running around the table to greet you with an excited hug. You bent slightly so you too could hug him fondly, ruffling his hair up which you could remember him hating when you did it. He wriggled free to flatten his hair down, grumbling as he did so. You just smiled at him with a cheeky grin, glad that he was so glad to see you.
Jonathan and Joyce had now noticed you too, and Joyce was on her feet to embrace you too. She smothered you with a firm but caring hug, knowing just how fragile you still were.
“You’re awake! God, I thought you might never wake up.” Joyce sighed with relief, laughing as she took solace in your awakening.
“H-How long was I…” Your throat was hoarse from lack of using it, but Joyce understood what you were trying to ask.
“Four days, honey. Your parents know you’re okay, and they were fine with us taking care of you as they knew you’d have practically around-the-clock care.” Joyce patted your cheek comfortingly and guided you to a seat at the table.
“Hi Jonathan.” You addressed the young male as you sat down, noticing that he had remained speechless as Joyce had spoken to you. He smiled weakly, the dark bags under his eyes very prominent as he acknowledged you. Even in such a tired state, you still found the way his hair glowed in the sunlight and the little creases that appeared at the corners of his mouth when he smiled cute.
“Jonathan made you breakfast too if you’re hungry. He’s made extra for every meal the past few days, just in case you happened to wake up.” Joyce told you, folding her newspaper up whilst she looked at Jonathan with a sly smile.
Will snorted a little as he poured himself a glass of orange juice, earning a light tap on the back of the head from Jonathan.
“Shut up.” Jonathan mumbled, turning back round to serve up the food before it burnt.
“Thank you. It really means a lot.” You told him, although his back was facing you. Jonathan laughed softly as he came over with four plates of food balanced on his arms.
“It’s only breakfast.” He admitted, but you shook your head.
“No, I meant for everything. I noticed you let me use your room, and I’m sorry if that caused any issues.” You apologised, reaching for the jug of orange juice at the same time Jonathan did. Your hands met on the glass handle and you both locked eyes with each other.
“Really, it was no problem. You needed the best care, and I offered for you to use my room.” Jonathan explained, letting go of the jug and taking his hand off yours so that you could have it first.
You didn’t want to sound like a broken record by saying “Thank you” again, so you smiled at him across the table and tried not to let yourself get too worked up about how warm his hand had felt over yours. You couldn’t stop the slight tremble in your hand though.
You managed to eat a fair amount of food, but despite being so hungry you couldn’t keep eating without feeling like you would throw up if you had another mouthful. Will nabbed your leftover piece of toast and when Joyce scolded him you assured her it was fine and slipped him the rest of the food.
“I have to go to work, I’ll be back later today okay? Look after Y/N you two.” Joyce ordered her sons, grabbing her coat off the back of the chair and squeezing your shoulder before she dashed out.
“Will, do the dishes please. I want to talk to Y/N, alone.” Jonathan got up from the table and walked around to your side, offering his hand for you. You put your hand in his and let him help you to your feet, holding onto his hand a little longer than necessary whilst you pushed the chair under the table. Will began to complain but Jonathan told him the quicker they were cleaned the quicker he could go to Mike’s house. This got Will’s attention, and he leapt up from his seat, gathering the plates without any persuasion.
Jonathan led you out of the kitchen and back to his bedroom, shutting the door so he could cut out the noise of Will crashing around the kitchen. You sat on the edge of his bed and messed with the sheets, tracing patterns with your finger.
“I missed you.” Jonathan stated, sitting down beside you. “I was so worried about you, even when you were here. I haven’t slept much.” He admitted, rubbing his eyes as he spoke. You looped your arm through his and leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder.
“But I’m safe now. I’m okay.” You told him, dragging your fingers up and down the sensitive skin on the inside of his arm. “Will you sleep now?” You asked him. He exhaled slowly, weighing out the probabilities.
“Probably not. Not when I know you could still get hurt and I can’t protect you.” He confessed, placing his other hand over yours which was resting on his arm. He pushed his fingers to interlock with yours and dragged his thumb across your knuckle in slow strokes.
“I missed you too, you know.” You confessed as well. Slowly, pieces of your time in that other world were returning to you. Singing songs by yourself, missing home, missing the walks with Jonathan, wishing you could see Nancy and Steve again.
“Really?” Jonathan asked in surprise.
“Yeah, just the stuff we did together and the car journeys where you’d play your mixtapes of songs you loved.”
“I’ve missed that too.” Jonathan agreed, yawning slightly as he tried to keep his eyes open despite it being the late morning.
“You said you couldn’t sleep knowing you couldn’t protect me if I was at a risk of getting hurt. If you stay in here do you think you could sleep then? I mean, it is your room after all!” You gently coaxed Jonathan to lie on his back, lying by his side with his hand still holding onto yours.
“Maybe.” Jonathan whispered, turning his head so he could look at you from where you both lay down.
“Just shut your eyes, and relax. Focus on something that will keep you calm.” You commanded, also doing what you said so that he wouldn’t feel left out.
“You.” Jonathan murmured to himself as he lay beside you with his eyes closed. You were glad he couldn’t see the blush on your face when he said this, so you continued to speak like nothing had happened.
“Think of something you’d love to do and imagine you’re doing it, something relaxing.” You muttered, wondering how it would feel to have Jonathan huddled against your back, an arm draped over you as he spooned you and kissed the back of your neck softly.
“I am.” Jonathan sighed, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. His cheeks flushed a dark shade of red, obviously embarrassed about whatever had crossed his mind.
“It must be something funny.” You giggled, sitting up on your elbow so you could lean over him. He opened his eyes and the smile only grew wider at the sight of you.
“No, I just got really flustered. It made my tummy feel all warm.” Jonathan beamed up at you, reaching a hand up to stroke your face. The warmth from his touch made the hairs on your arm stand up, your senses going into overload. “I really was worried about you. But, knowing you’re here and safe with me, it kind of makes everything else okay.”
You leaned into Jonathan’s touch, a heat spreading in your chest as the beating of your heart quickened. “I like you Jonathan, I really do. You were always in my thoughts when I was stuck in that horrible place.”
Just the thought of that world made tears spring to your eyes. Jonathan was quick to sit up and slip his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest as you wept into his jumper. “I was so alone Jonathan, it was so alien and unnatural. I had no one.” You confessed, bunching your fist into the woollen material.
“You have me now. That place, the Upside Down it’s called, is gone. You’ll never see it again, because you’re going to be here with me and I’ll be your knight in a denim jacket, armed with my sheer adoration for you.” Jonathan murmured the sweet words in your ear, his lips brushing against your hair as he slowly combed his fingers through. You loved his devotion to the people who mattered to him, and his unwavering commitment towards keeping you safe.
“Jonathan?” You asked, moving so you weren’t hiding your face in his chest and instead you and him were face to face.
“Yes?” He replied, his voice hitching in his throat as he swallowed nervously. The tension between the two of you was palpable as you found yourselves leaning in towards each other. Jonathan gazed at your lips through half-lidded eyes, his gaze lustful as he looked up to lock eyes with you.
“Kiss me.” You whispered, shutting the gap between you both and sealing your lips together in a smooth, ardent kiss. Jonathan couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped his lips when he pulled away for a moment to catch his breath. But you craved more, and he obliged to you pulling him back in to reconnect your mouths. There was a knock on Jonathan’s bedroom door, obviously Will had finished with his job of washing up, so you pulled away.
“Shouldn’t you get that?” You gasped, your chest heavily moving up and down as you found yourself breathless. Jonathan paused for a moment and looked at the door. He shook his head and ignored the knocking.
“I don’t want this to stop.” He muttered, pressing chaste kisses to your lips. But Will’s voice interrupted Jonathan’s trail of kisses from moving to your neck. Jonathan stopped, his lips hovering over your jaw as he slowly exhaled with exasperation. The hot air across your skin made goose bumps rise all over your body.
“Yeah Will?” He called out, his head resting in the crook of your neck.
“Can you take me round to Mike’s now?” Will yelled from outside the room. Jonathan huffed, torn between staying with you and his promise to his little brother.
“Sure, go get in the car and wait for me. I’ll be five minutes.” Jonathan told him, waiting for Will’s footsteps to fade away as he ran off.
“Five minutes?” You arched an eyebrow, smiling as Jonathan pulled you down after him, getting you to lay your head on his chest.
“Just five more minutes.” He sighed, stroking his hand down your back. “Five minutes where I can just hold you and know that you’re mine.”
“Keep this up and you’ll have all the time in the world.” You hummed, shutting your eyes as you listened to the sporadic beat of his heart.
So you thought teenage obsessive phases about certain things were bad? May I introduce you to
The INTJ Obsession™
aka The Thing the INTJ cares/obsesses over so truly, madly, deeply that it is not to be discussed, not with friends, not with the fandom, not with experts, not at all.
The INTJ prefers to protectively and possessively hover around The Thing on their own like a dragon sitting on its hort for months or even years. Any mention of The Thing by someone unqualified (someone other than the INTJ) may lead to spontaneous outbursts of anger.
In short: Well excuse you take your ugly mediocre thoughts away from My Thing right now?!
And all of it while completely understanding how illogical and childish this behavior is. Oh, the joy.
The prompt was “an AU Sans caught doing something embarrassing but cute, with fluff.”
For @ladyanatares … I don’t know why the tag isn’t working. It’s past 4AM, and I’m probably doing something stupid, so I’m just going to queue this up for now and be like “oh hey, did you get the thing” when I wake up tomorrow.
UF!Sans x Reader: Stuffed with Nightmares
You couldn’t sleep.
It had been an issue with you ever since you fell Underground and entered a world without hope, where the creed really was ‘kill or be killed.’ You had been fortunate enough to manage to befriend two skeleton sentries–despite the fact that the Royal Guard Captain wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of letting a human SOUL remain in its vessel when they only needed a few more to supposedly break the barrier, but…
Sans had vouched for you. He had actually stood up to his brother, getting over his nervous stammer to gain you Mercy.
And once you had stomached Papyrus’s lasagna (which you were almost certain contained so much vinegar that even some glass shards from the bottle had managed to become incorporated within), you had been deemed ACCEPTABLE FOR A HUMAN and allowed refuge in their home.
Of course, this meant sleeping on their couch…
Even after what had happened with Sans.
Wistfully, your gaze was drawn to the bedroom door, barely visible past the railing of the upstairs hallway. You found yourself sitting up on the couch, your fingertips rising to brush against your lips, feather-light. You could still feel the imprint of his teeth there, his phalanges on the back of your head, tilting it back while his magical tongue swept across your lower lip, demanding entrance.
It had been a hell of a kiss, especially from a skeleton, but Papyrus had chosen that moment to barge in (literally kicking the door in; you had discovered over the last month or so that he had a weird fetish for kicking inanimate objects, as well as Sans’s ass) and ruin the moment. The two of you had jumped away guiltily, flushing like teenagers caught making out by their parents. Sans’s zygoma were flushed a vibrant crimson, his eyelights dilated and just as bright, and he hurriedly wiped saliva from his sharp teeth on the back of his sleeve.
Papyrus had narrowed his eyesockets at the two of you, giving you a knowing glare. Of course, he had grilled both of you for a confession, but Sans stammered some excuse, and ultimately, Papyrus decided he didn’t care enough to wring a truth he already knew out of you. After that, Sans had laughed with a nervous timbre and squeezed your hand, claiming you both had dodged a bone attack there. He was sweating as the two of you went back to watching MTT, and while he didn’t move closer, he also didn’t let go of your hand until he retired to his bedroom with a “welp, night sweetheart.”
That had been weeks ago, and ever since then, Sans had been quick to kiss you when his brother was away, though he was becoming more and more brazen, like holding hands beneath the dinner table with Papyrus seated directly across from you. It felt both silly and exciting to hide your affection from the grumpy Guard Captain, and it was obvious he knew what was going on but chose to simply scowl at the two of you instead. You had achieved relationship status–you’re crazy about the red-eyed skeleton–and yet you were still sleeping on the lumpy couch. And he would still kiss you and murmur a “night sweetheart” before retreating upstairs.
After he did that tonight, you hadn’t been able to sleep, but that wasn’t new. You had been on-edge ever since the first monster in the Ruins tried to kill you (you could still feel that Froggit’s tongue lashed around your throat), and when you did sleep, it was uneasy and felt as if you were constantly being chased.
So… given your dynamic with Sans, maybe you could sleep in his bed tonight and let him chase away your bad dreams. It would be nice to finally find a reprieve secure in his arms.
You creep upstairs, careful to step over the creaky stair midway up the staircase, and head down the hall to Sans’s room. There, you pause, your knuckles poised to knock.
But… you don’t want to wake up Papyrus and have him irritably shout in your face and banish you back to the downstairs couch. So, you throw caution to the wind and try to doorknob. It’s unlocked, of course, and you quietly slip inside the bedroom, closing the door behind you. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but once you spot the lump curled up in the middle of the mattress, you gingerly pick your way across the messy floor (geez, Sans was a slob; food wrappers crinkled lightly underfoot, and you’re fairly certain every garment he owns has been haphazardly discarded on his carpet) until your leg hits the edge of his mattress.
Two sudden red lights emerge from beneath the ball of blankets, and in the next moment, the bedside lamp temporarily blinds you as it’s switched on. You blink away the sudden slew of spots in your vision and Sans jolts up in the bed. "what’re you doin’ here, sweetheart? tryin’ to give me a heart-attack?“
"You don’t even have a heart, and I taught you that phrase,” you point out, giving him a look. "I just wanted to see if I could…“ You voice trails off as you gain a better view of his bed. You’ve never been in his bedroom before, and now… you understand why.
Sans follows your gaze and freezes, as if he forgot it was even there in the first place. "shit, uhh.. listen, it’s not what it looks like.”
You’re suddenly grinning ear-to-ear. You had thought Sans was such a gruff monster, someone who had probably dusted plenty of monsters over the years–someone tough, fierce, and quite crude.
But you never expected to see this side of him.
“It looks like you sleep… with a mountain of stuffed animals!” you blurt, unable to keep the unabashed amusement from your voice. Still grinning like an idiot, you sit on the edge of his bed while he blushes a vibrant crimson (even brighter than the time his brother caught you making out on the couch) and tries to articulate a rebuttal, but… he’s just too mortified.
You pick up a fluffy brown bear, missing a button eye and appearing both worn and well-loved. A sudden realization dawns as you watch him attempt to stretch the blankets over his collection. "Is this why you never offered to let me sleep up here with you?“
"yeah, ok?” he snaps, irritated and unable to look you in the eye. "i didn’t want you to see. ’s embarrasin’.“ His growl of a voice is low, his chin dipping down beneath the cherry red collar secured around his neck. "i kept meanin’ to stash 'em away in my closet, but… they… help me sleep.”
He looks so miserable in that moment that you reach out and hug him, crushing the stuffed bear between the two of you. "There’s nothing wrong with that. I used to sleep with them, too, before…“ Before you fell. You shake your head to dispel the thought. "If anything, I find it cute.” You draw back while he scoffs, his hands balling into the bear as if he wants to rip its stuffing out. Your hand covers his, and your smile shifts from teasing to gentle. "I didn’t know you had such a soft spot, Sans. And I like that there’s more to you.“
He snorts. From the smirk that crosses his face, you can tell he has a good come-back in mind, but he doesn’t ruin the moment by utilizing it. Instead, he draws you into both his arms and his bed and clicks off the lamp. "there’s nothin’ soft about me, sweetheart, but… maybe you can be my stuffed animal from now on.” His arms wind around you, drawing you against him, while you can feel the mountain of stuffed animals pressing into your back. It’s comforting, being surrounded by both.
“I’ll help you sleep if you help me sleep,” you murmur, your fingers tightening in his sweater. He grins, clicking his teeth against your forehead.
“ok, sounds fair. 'night sweetheart.”
And this time, when you fall asleep, neither of you has nightmares.
Summary: You and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same
university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally
admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an
exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to
The library was quiet. Not that you minded; being around
noise all the time tired you out. If you weren’t surrounded by Jungkook’s
incessant enthusiasm, you had Hoseok and Yoongi squabbling in your ear. If
Taehyung stopped talking for two seconds, Jin and Namjoon managed to fill up
the silence just by being in the same room together. Even your home wasn’t
quiet, as although Yeona and Jiwon still weren’t talkative, Mijung made it up
for the both of them. You’d decided to visit the library on campus while
classes were running, so you were certain that there would be only a few people
Scanning through the books, you pulled out a hefty volume
that was written in English, the gold lettering on the spine attracting you.
However, you were not prepared to see a very familiar face staring at you on
the other side of the bookshelf, and in shock, you dropped the large book onto
the floor. Wincing at the noise, you gave Jungkook a disapproving look,
ignoring the funny face he was pulling to make you laugh.
“Y/N!” he sang happily. “What a surprise to see you-”
Not missing a beat, you picked up the fallen book and shoved
it back into place, cutting off his words and blocking him from view. You heard
him whine disappointingly, causing a small smile of satisfaction to tug at your
lips. Continuing to scan the books as if
nothing happened, you walked further down the aisle, trying to find the exact
title you had been instructed to reference for a report due in the next week.
You were so concentrated that you failed to notice a book at eye level slipping
off the shelf of its own accord until it was too late. As another heavy
hardback clapped onto the floor, you jumped backwards in fright.
Looking through the gap that had been created, you came
face-to-face Jungkook once more, who still made the same stupid expression that
was supposed to make you laugh, but you still didn’t crack a smile.
“Jungkook!” you scolded, aware of the inquisitive looks you
were receiving from the other people in the library.
“We need to talk.”
You let yourself consider his words, trying to come up with
a nice way of turning him down, but you couldn’t think of anything. A serious
chat was not on your itinerary that day.
“Talk about what?” you asked innocently, batting your
eyelids at the brown-haired boy.
“About getting over Taehyung. I think…”
Bending down again, you picked up the second book and shoved
it back into place. Jungkook was too eager for you to ‘move on’, and although
you accepted his help, you didn’t realise how persistent he was going to be.
“You need to distract yourself!” came Jungkook’s voice from
the other side of the shelf.
“I’ve already tried that,” you said louder than you had
intended, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn around and stare in your
direction. “I’ve already tried that,” you repeated, quieter this time, but
gritting your teeth in exasperation.
Jungkook went quiet again, and you could picture him biting
his lip as he chose his next words. Despite his big plans of helping you, he’d
not brought up the Taehyung topic for a few days, letting your mind wonder what
sort of bizarre ideas Jungkook was conjuring up. “But you have me this time,”
he eventually called out softly.
Turning away to the shelf behind you and shuffling your feet
to signal that the conversation was over, you ran your fingers along the
spines, although you knew the book you were looking for wasn’t even on that
shelf. It’s not as if you didn’t appreciate Jungkook’s efforts; in fact, you
were touched that he was willing to go to that much trouble to make you feel
better. But your heart and mind still remained loyal to Taehyung. Jungkook made
you laugh and was a gentleman towards you, but you connected with Taehyung on a
deeper level. He’d seen you when you were screaming and crying and angry and
terrified, yet somehow, he still managed to make you forget all about it after
five minutes. There was an understanding that you didn’t have with anyone else.
Jungkook, however, was unaware of this, and before you knew
it, he’d come down your aisle and tried again with the funny face, his head
appearing in front of the random book you had begun to read. This time, you
couldn’t help giggling at the way his mouth twisted and his eyes rolled
upwards, but you shook your head at the same time to show your objections.
“You’re so lame,” you muttered, pushing him away and
pretending to swat him with a book.
“Yah, I’m trying
to do you a favour!”
You bristled a little at his tone. “Jungkook, I’m trying to
get some work done. Tell me what you want to say before I actually hit you.”
“You need to wean yourself off Taehyung,” he said proudly,
as if he’d come up with the perfect solution to all your problems. Was that the best he could do?
“Wean?” you choked out. “Wean?
I’m not a puppy!”
Jungkook ignored your protests. “Put your time into other
things until this whole thing has calmed down. You don’t have to completely get
him out your life, but slowly detach yourself until you can spend time away
from him without overthinking.”
“Whole thing, as in why-Yeji-is-actually-dating-Taehyung
thing? Plus, you’re making it sound like I have a problem. Which I don’t, by
the way,” you grumbled, “so stop with the ‘weaning’ talk.”
“Well, you clearly haven’t said anything to him about Yeji,
so I guess you’re not planning to ever tell
“Their relationship isn’t my business. I also made it sound
like I had no idea Taehyung went to the market, so I’m not supposed to have
talked to Jimin either.”
“Exactly,” beamed Jungkook, flicking his hair out of his
eyes and giving you a toothy grin. “His business is his business. Therefore,
focus on your own business.”
Jungkook was like Taehyung in many ways, because they both
liked to wind you up and push your buttons. But one key difference was that
Taehyung knew when you were in the right mood for a bit of teasing, whereas
Jungkook didn’t. And you weren’t in the mood.
“Jungkook, you’re not making any sense,” you hissed, and
this time someone shushed you in annoyance at your growing volume. You both
looked round at the disruption, but when you turned back, you quietened your
voice in consideration. “So, what are you suggesting I do? I don’t want you to
get hurt in this, either.”
He looked taken aback that you were considering his
emotions, but he didn’t make you elaborate. Jungkook never talked about his
feelings, which is why you always believed he was closed off and secretive.
Instead of questioning why, you simply forced yourself to get used to it. “Just…
put your focus in other things. The first round of the dance competition is in
a few days, do you remember?”
Of course you remembered. On top of everything else, the
audition for the competition was looming closer, and you’d been practising
every day with or without Jungkook and getting your strength up while trying to
remain flexible. The first round was so that you could take part in the show,
as there were a lot of entrants and only a few spaces available in the actual
performance. This was the make or break round, because if you didn’t make it
into the show, all your hard work would’ve been for nothing. The prize money
still looked appealing, but the competition meant something more than that now.
It would prove that sometimes, hard work does pay off and you’re not always trying
when there’s only false hope. Like when you try for Taehyung.
But you didn’t tell Jungkook of your worries. He had
complete confidence in his dancing abilities, so you allowed that courage and
self-assurance to leech into you as you spoke. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this in
the bag,” you nodded confidently.
“We need to practice more,” Jungkook replied bluntly, giving
you a hard look.
You simply frowned. “What? But we’ve been practicing so much
this week! I think my legs are about to fall off because I’ve been jumping
around so much. Also, I barely have time to study because of this, so I
couldn’t practice more if I tried.” You were aware that your whispering was
getting louder, but Jungkook was fuelling your irritation. More and more people
were turning around at the pair of you, their pens hovering above paper as they
watched the drama unfold.
“Y/N, there’s always room for-”
Luckily, Jungkook didn’t get to finish his sentence, because
if he did, you were certain you would’ve knocked him out with a book. But
unfortunately, it was the sound of your phones ringing that cut him off, both
your ringtones echoing loudly around the library. You felt dread form in the
pit of your stomach and you saw one of the librarians appear at the end of your
aisle, their face stony.
“Run,” muttered Jungkook, and he grabbed your hand and
pulled you in the opposite direction of the librarian. You heard her shout
angrily, but Jungkook was fast and, half dragging you behind him, and you were
out of the library in no time, your phones still going off. There was something
exhilarating about running away from the various staff members, and you caught
yourself grinning at the absurdness of it all. Jungkook, too, was smiling
Checking the caller ID of your phones, neither of you were
surprised to see Hoseok and Yoongi’s names flashing up on the screen.
With the embarrassment fading as well as your annoyance, you
evened out your breathing before answering Hoseok’s call. “Hoseok, everything
“Y/N! I thought you
would never answer,” came his panicked voice, far from his usual bouncy
tone. “Can you do me a massive favour and
come over to the shop? I need your help.”
You looked up at Jungkook who was on the phone to Yoongi,
and it seemed that Yoongi was also delivering the same distressed message, as Jungkook’s
eyebrows had disappeared into his hairline in bewilderment.
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
“I’ll start walking now,” said Jungkook, also ending his
Arriving at Cake Corner, you immediately understood why
Hosoek was so worried. Every inch of the place was covered in sponge and cream,
from the windows to the stained cushions. It looked like a bomb had gone off,
but you couldn’t help noticing how the pastel colours added highlights to the
café. However, you didn’t tell Hoseok or Yoongi of your observations, because
their faces looked stricken and frail as they gaped at the mess, and telling
them it looked pretty wasn’t going to help the situation.
“What happened here?” questioned Jungkook, his eyes wide.
“Kids,” was all Yoongi said, using a dustpan and brush to
get rid of the remains of cake.
“Some parents decided to bring the children’s birthday party
in here,” Hoseok explained, “and there were only two parents supervising.
Yoongi and I were in the storage room for a couple of minutes, but when we came
back, they were already in the middle of a food fight.”
“Scared all the customers away,” Yoongi grumbled, ruffling
his black hair as he glanced around, overwhelmed by the mess. “We’ve got our
manager coming around at 8pm to do some stock checking, so this has got to be
gone by the time he gets here, otherwise we’ll be sacked.”
“There’s always supposed to be one of us on the till at all
times, and if he checks the cameras, he’ll know that neither of us were there.”
You and Jungkook nodded, still slightly in awe at how much
devastation a few kids could make. “Don’t worry, we’ll help,” you assured,
nudging Jungkook out of his stupor with your elbow, urging him to agree.
Hoseok bounded over and gave you a firm hug in gratitude,
with Yoongi sighing in relief. Quickly getting to work, Hoseok paired up with
you to work on getting the cushions the right colour, while Jungkook and Yoongi
were on the other side of the room sorting out the windows and floor. However,
Hoseok must have regretted his decision pretty quickly, as you leapt at the
chance to complain about your earlier conversation with Jungkook.
“…it’s not like I need
to stay away from Taehyung, he just wants me to. That’s not the same thing,
right? I know I’m taking this way too far but I can keep my distance from him
when I want to, and I don’t need to be trained, like a dog may I add, to do so.
Plus, he was going on about having more practice for the first audition? You’ve
seen me in that dance room. I practically live
there now. I’m perfectly good at dancing, thank you very much, and I’ve got
this routine down.”
The older boy giggled throughout your rant, and by the
amount of concentration put into cleaning the soft fabrics told you that he’d
barely listened to anything you told him. “Take it seriously, Hoseok,” swatting
him with a tea towel.
“I am!” he replied defensively, plonking down on his butt so
that he was no longer squatting, and then stretching out his legs with a satisfied
“You can dance, but you can’t lie,” you mumbled in English, half
tempted to tickle his socked feet in petty revenge.
“Yah, I understood that!”
“Y/N, can you help me with something in the storeroom?”
Yoongi came up to the two of you, shoving one hand in his pocket as he looked
down at the collapsed Hoseok. Hoseok’s eyes shot open, giving Yoongi
questioning looks, but he must have received some sort of signal from his
friend as a flash of understanding crossed his features.
“Yeah, good idea Yoongs. Go on, Y/N.”
You knew something was up; you weren’t oblivious, and Hoseok
definitely wasn’t subtle. But seeing as you couldn’t figure out why Yoongi
needed you in the storeroom, you went along with his plan anyway, throwing a quick
look over your shoulder to see Hoseok slip down further until he was lying flat
out on the floor.
Laughing to yourself, you followed Yoongi behind the tills
and into the back room. You sincerely hoped it wasn’t to do with organising
shelves, because that would create more damage than there was to begin with.
However, once you stepped in, you saw Jungkook sitting down on a cardboard box
just as you heard the lock click behind you.
“Wait, what?” stammered Jungkook, seemingly also unaware of
why he was in there. “Why did you lock us in?”
“Sort out your problems between you!” came Yoongi’s voice
through the wood. “If I have to hear another complaint, I’m going to go mad!”
Spinning round, you cast an accusatory scowl at your dance
partner. “Have you been complaining about me?”
“Have you?” he shot back.
“Yoongi, let us out!”
“Not until you stop fighting!”
In a sulk, you strode down the room and threw yourself down
on a box, crossing your arms in protest. Although it wasn’t a serious fight,
you were stubborn and Jungkook was hot-headed, so neither of you spoke or even
looked at each other for several minutes. Hearing Yoongi’s footsteps fade as he
walked off, you had the sinking realisation that you were going to have to come
to an agreement about Taehyung. You understood why Jungkook was so anxious to
get you away from him, but he wasn’t taking into consideration what sort of
friendship you had with Taehyung. Sitting there while throwing a strop, you
pondered why Jungkook hadn’t figured out why you were so reluctant to ‘move
on’. You’d told him enough times why Taehyung was your best friend, but he
didn’t seem to accept that fact. On top of that, because he refused to talk
about himself, it was hard to pinpoint the reason behind his actions. Maybe
he’d never had a best friend before, could that be it?
“Y/N, I’m sorry for making you sound like a dog,” he said
weakly, barely loud enough for you to hear. You huffed out a small laugh, but
he shuffled on his seat restlessly. “No, seriously. I’m jealous, can’t you
You could. After feeling jealous for so many months,
watching Taehyung laugh and smile and love
someone else, the way Jungkook behaved was all too familiar.
“I hate myself for it,” he sighed, hiding his head in his
hands and looking completely dejected. This was enough to shake you out of your
grump and sit down next to him, rubbing his back in repetitive motions with the
ball of your palm. However, you stayed quiet, knowing that if he was having
trouble talking, then coaxing him was going to be the opposite of helpful. This
had happened many times with Taehyung, as he’d always clam up more if you tried
“You like Taehyung, and not me, I get that. But I don’t want
you to think that I want you to stop obsessing over him just so you can spend
more time with me. I want you to learn that if someone doesn’t appreciate that
a beautiful person has a crush on them, then that person needs to move on. Find
someone who does appreciate them.”
“I know where you’re coming from,” you said truthfully,
trying not to blush about being called beautiful, even if it was an indirect
compliment. “Although Taehyung doesn’t see me in that way, he still cherishes
our friendship. Don’t you cherish ours?”
Jungkook didn’t reply, his mouth forming a thin line. You
mentally kicked yourself, realising how your words could’ve come across as
inconsiderate as you reaffirmed the fact that you were only friends.
“It’ll stop me worrying that you’re crying over him,” he
swallowed, his expression subdued and his eyes hazy. You were already hurting him, and you hadn’t even begun to let him help
The idea of Jungkook liking you had only crossed your mind
briefly, as you didn’t want to get yourself caught up in emotions. But you had
still thought about it, and you couldn’t lie: it felt nice knowing that someone
took an interest in you. Especially Jungkook, who was sweet and humble and had
been a great friend to you the past couple of months.
Hesitatingly, you tried to explain yourself. “I can’t admit
that I like you in that way, too,” you mumbled, “because I’ve been fixated on
Taehyung for so long now. I’m sorry, Guk. I’ve been doing to you what
Taehyung’s been doing to me. I’ve been ignoring your feelings because it felt
like the easiest thing to do, all because I don’t want to cause you any pain.
From first-hand experience, I know that I’d much rather have someone tell me
they don’t like me than keep me in the dark.” You grabbed one of his hands and
pulled it away from his face, squeezing his fingers.
“If you want me to leave you alone because you feel uncomfortable,
I will, and I’ll understand,” he nodded.
“You’re a good person, Jungkook. But… I guess you are quite
cute, so who knows.”
It was a lame attempt to lighten up the mood, but it worked,
as Jungkook muffled a laugh with his hand. “Only quite? Wow, that’s harsh, but
I’ll take it.”
He took your hands in his as he smiled, making your heart
jolt slightly. You weren’t sure whether it was because you knew it was intended
as a romantic gesture, or due to the shock of his forwardness. “Would you ever
consider dating me?” he asked you gingerly.
Your breath hitched. Biting your lip and forcing yourself to
keep eye contact, your mind reeled for something to say. How come in movies it
looked so easy? In reality, your gut was twisting, not wanting to lie and fake
“I’m not sure, Guk,” you admitted.
He nodded, the smile he wore not quite reaching his eyes.
“At least think about it.”
You went home just before 8pm, your back aching and your
limbs exhausted from cleaning. Hoseok demanded to walk you home, linking arms
with you and happily telling you stories about Yoongi’s sleep talking habits. After
he’d left, you dragged your body through the house until you reached the door
to your dorm, your mind focused on grabbing some food and going to bed early.
However, what you weren’t planning on was seeing Taehyung slumped against the
front door, dozing with his arms crossed against his chest and his mouth
“Tae? What are you doing here?”
Taehyung cracked open an eye, but when he realised where he
was and who was standing there, he leaped up, straightening his jacket and
“I didn’t mean to come this late, I’m sorry,” he said, his
eyes open wide. “I really wanted to see you and I should’ve checked to see if
you were here, but I thought a nap sounded like a better idea.”
So much for spending
less time with Taehyung. “How did you get in the building?” you asked
The familiar mischievous glint appeared in his eye. “I found
the spare key.”
“Are you going to let me in or not?”
There was no point in arguing with Taehyung. If you ever
came close to having a falling out, Taehyung would always change the topic or
apologise, just to stop the conversation from entering dangerous waters. A cheeky
grin stretched across his face, knowing that he’d won.
You sighed wearily. “No boys are allowed in, including
“Not even cute carrot heads?” He puffed out his cheeks and
poked them with his fingers, hoping his charm would be enough to persuade you.
Not even bothering with a reply, you pushed him out the way
of the door and let yourself in, motioning for him to stay where he was. Going
around the house quietly, you knocked on all the bedroom doors and looked
inside, checking to see if anyone was home. Luck seemed to be on Taehyung’s
side, as the coast was clear.
“Okay, you can come in, but if any of my housemates find out
that you’re here, you’re coming to my funeral and you’d better cry.”
The first thing Taehyung did was explore every nook and
cranny of your home. He examined the bathroom, the fridge, the cupboards, and every
food packet and every flyer stuck on the pin board, while you sat on the sofa
and watched the inquisitive boy poke around. Although Taehyung had never been
there before, it didn’t feel strange to see his slim frame plodding around your
house barefooted. No matter how much pain Taehyung put you through, the joy and
comfort he brought always outweighed the negatives.
Eventually, you showed him your bedroom, and observed as he
picked up a photo frame of the two of you with a tender smile on his face,
rubbing your frozen grins with his thumb. The picture was taken when your
families went to Japan together on holiday, and you and Taehyung had decided to
go up the Tokyo Skytree at night. Taehyung had his eyes closed in the photo,
and it was also slightly blurry, but it brought back a lot of good memories
that the quality didn’t matter.
“I was so happy back then,” said Taehyung slowly, gently
placing the frame back in its place. “We didn’t have a care in the world.”
“Aren’t you happy now?” you asked softly, trying to not let
the sudden feeling of worry enter your voice.
“I am, I really am. It’s just… things are a lot more
complicated now.” He turned around to face you, but his expression was blank
and you failed to grasp the true meaning behind his words. Taehyung refused to
meet your eyes and instead peered around your room, and you knew he wasn’t
going to open up easily. Whatever was bothering him he obviously found hard to
Looking around your room for something to say, your gaze
fell upon the pile of blankets on your bed. With an idea forming, you began
pulling out each blanket and draped them between your desk and your bed,
creating a makeshift shelter. Taehyung quickly figured out what you were doing
and helped you build your blanket tent, setting pillows and cushions on the
floor to sit on and plugging in a lamp in the corner to provide light.
When you got the idea, you weren’t sure whether Taehyung
would join in on your plan, as the last time you created a blanket tent was
during middle school. It was originally Taehyung’s idea; in the tent, you could
talk about all your secrets and problems, with nothing being off limits and no
judgements about whatever was spoken. Usually you were the one doing most of
the talking, as Taehyung’s friendly and sociable nature ensured an easy ride
through his school years. But he seemed to think it was a good idea as you both
crawled in to your newly resurrected tent.
“So, Kim Taehyung, what’s troubling you?” you began,
grabbing a blanket and sitting down next to your friend, watching him fiddle
with his fingers.
He licked his lips but didn’t say anything, and you could
practically see his mind looking for the right words to say. “It’s hard to explain,”
he breathed. “It’s probably just me overthinking things, and it’s probably not
even true, but… I feel like something’s up with Yeji, you know? Everything’s
going fine, there’s nothing wrong, but there’s something missing.”
Forcing yourself to breathe regularly, you asked, “Missing,
“I’m not sure. She’s always been lovely to me, but the other
day I saw her with Jimin and they were having an argument. Yeji walked away
upset, and when I asked her what was wrong, she wouldn’t tell me. Ever since
then, she’s been acting different. So, I asked Jimin, and he said it was
nothing to worry about. But I am worrying. Yeji doesn’t treat me how she used
to. She’s still wonderful, but it’s not the same anymore, and I don’t know
Guilt was clogging your lungs and punching your heart, but
there was nothing you could do. If you told Taehyung what you knew, he would be
broken, and it would take a massive toll on your friendship. What could’ve
Jimin said that would upset Yeji? Should you tell him now, while you still had
“I might just be paranoid,” Taehyung continued, not sounding
entirely convinced, “but it’s just been getting me down. I wanted to see you
because you always cheer me up somehow. Even if you don’t think my carrot hair
You snorted, nudging his knee with yours, but your
heartstrings tugged as he spoke, knowing that Taehyung’s presence made you feel
the same way. Taehyung laughed, looking brighter and more relaxed than he had
“You don’t need to give me advice. Thanks for, you know…
letting me talk,” he said shiftily, his neck going slightly red in
embarrassment. “It’s silly, I know. But enough about me. There’s something I
want to know, too.” A panic rose in your chest, wondering what dark secret he
wanted to unearth. “Y/N, what do you do with Jungkook every morning?”
There was a moment’s silence where you let Taehyung’s
question settle in the air, but all thoughts of Jungkook faded as you heard the
electronic beep of the front door as someone entered. One of your housemates
“Quick, we need to get you out of here,” you hissed,
pushing Taehyung from behind as he scrambled out of the tent.
Luck still on your side, as the bedroom door that opened and
closed was in the distance, meaning Jiwon was home. If it was Mijung or Yeona,
getting Taehyung past their shared room that lay opposite yours would’ve been
Putting a finger to your lips, you entered the main area of
your dorm, taking off your slippers so you could tiptoe quietly across the
wooden floor. Taehyung had a death grip on your hand, not wanting to be left
behind as you led him through your house and down the steps, inching past
Jiwon’s room where you could hear her taking off her raincoat. Your heart was
in your mouth, praying that she couldn’t hear the slight squeak of one of the
steps down into the foyer. Slowly and painfully, you slipped on your shoes and
made your way to the front door, freedom in your sights, but at this point, your
luck ran out.
As soon as you heard Jiwon come out of her bedroom, you
bolted, flinging open the front door and yanking Taehyung along.
“Y/N!” you heard her shout behind you, but you were gone,
racing past your landlady’s door and out into the cold night air.
The rain was coming down heavily as you stood outside
panting, slowly getting soaked as your heart pumped furiously.
Taehyung, on the other hand, let out a small chuckle. “Your
face,” he spluttered, and soon he was doubling over as he laughed and laughed.
It caught on, both of you in stitches as you shakily recovered from your
You could feel the rain drowning your skin and clothes, your
hair sticking to your face in clumps, but Taehyung still gave you a beaming
smile. “You’ve got to go and face her some time,” he pointed out.
“Let me live for a few more minutes.”
He paused his shivering briefly, looking slightly unsure
about something. However, it must have been the night to bring back old
traditions, as he stretched out his hand for you to take in yours. “Care to join
me for a dance?”
“In the rain? How cheesy.”
But you took his hand all the same, and before long you were
spinning and twirling in the puddles, getting more and more wet by the minute.
Taehyung’s hair deepened to a burnt orange colour, but his smile remained
constant and ever-glowing. Not once did he let go of your hand as you threw
your head back in delight, feeling the water splash onto your eyelids. Taehyung
continued to giggle, pulling his familiar dance moves with added sound effects
to accompany them.
It was just like the night at the Tokyo Skytree; a moment
where you felt on top of the world, and no one was going to take that away from
Maybe I came on too strong. Maybe I waited too long. Maybe I played my cards wrong. Oh, just a little bit wrong. Baby I apologize for it.
It was the first day of senior year, a cheesy setting, but that’s just how life decided to play out. It wasn’t your choice, and you weren’t complaining.
You were sat at one of the tables in the servery, minding your own business. Classes had just started and you were getting prepared for each one, reading a little bit from each of your textbooks before your teachers decided to provide a pop quiz.
The sound of a chair moving across from you brought your attention forward and you couldn’t help but notice the boy with pink hair sat in front of you. He had a bright smile on his face and was just staring at you.
“Hi there, I’m Jimin, and you’re really really pretty.” He said. A laugh escaped your lips and a blush covered your cheeks before you could hide it.
“I know who you are Jimin. We’ve been going to school together for three years.” You answered. It was Jimin’s turn to blush now and you couldn’t help but think about how adorable he looked in front of you.
I could fall, or I could fly. Here in your aeroplane. And I could live, I could die. Hanging on the words you say. And I’ve been known to give my all. And jumping in, harder than ten thousand rocks on the lake.
“Jimin.” Your voice rang out through the room and the boy looked up at you. He knew what was wrong the moment he looked at you and it was something he had been dreading for a long while.
You dropped your bag on his bedroom floor before running and diving onto his bed. He turned in his computer chair and stood up, walking over to where you were laying with your face stuffed in his pillows.
“Don’t you dare say it.” You said as you heard him approaching.
“I would never say it because you already know it’s true.” He replied, kneeling on the floor and resting his chin on his bed.
“Yes Jimin, you told me so. You said Yoongi would dump me and that’s exactly what he did.” You removed your head from the pillows and poured at him. Jimin just chuckled before reaching a hand out and running it gently through your hair.
“I would treat you so much better.” He whispered quietly, just barely loud enough for you to catch it.
“I know you would, and you do. That’s why you’re my best friend.” You said, giving him a wide goofy grin. Jimin mustered the biggest smile he could, the twinkle in his eye slowly disappearing.
Member: Mingyu Genre: Not full on smut, but smut Word Count: 476
“Funny how you thought today would be short and sweet,” Mingyu whispered into your ear as he pushed himself against you, eliciting a sugar sweet gasp from your mouth. Mingyu always did have a sweet tooth. He cupped his hands harshly onto your chest pulling you into to him with an even harsher intent. You could’ve laughed in that moment, you never thought the day would end innocently, and you had the underwear on to prove it.
Underneath the glow of his body and the constant pants of pure eroticism, you felt akin to a god. You began to understand how Troy fell so easily because when you felt the way his fingers would grip your waist so tight, it all made sense for a war to begin from lust.
Cold sweat trickled down your body, it had been hours of this constant cycle of making you reach a high you had never hit before and then an hour later watching Mingyu beat his own record. It had become his own little game by now: seeing how many times he could send you off, seeing how many times you could reach your bliss before you simply collapsed.
“Kitchen counter. Now.” It was like you were completely his, just how he wanted you. The function of your legs was long gone by now, you were simply putty. Your own head was too far in the stars and would only come back for a moment when he pushed himself back into you making you feel a new form of delirium as you watch him lick you off his fingers when he was done.
Mingyu had never done anything like this before. But now you were unsure how you ever could have existed before this day. Everything felt so real, so raw, so natural. Even if you were never religious you were now certain that God had created the world for moments like this, for moments where Mingyu had you bent over the washing machine, or wrapped messily under the covers of your bed, or with one leg held raised against the wall as water for the shower hit your back, or for all the moments you couldn’t remember because all you could focus on was the now.
Erotic, ecstasy, enamored, so many wonderful words start with an e. So many words that couldn’t even come to mind because all you could focus on was the groan he made as he came into you again and again or the how his hands and mouth ventured to reach every inch of your body until every single patch of your skin had been touched, had been sucked, had been given its own form of pleasure. The feelings never seemed to end, as time no longer felt like a concept to either one of you. It was Valentine’s Day after all.
Out of all the monsters and demons you hunted and killed on a daily basis, it was zombies–a fictional monster–that scared the ever living crap out of you.
And, of course, a zombie movie is what Dean picked for movie night. No matter how much you begged him to pick a different movie, he wouldn’t budge. So you did the only thing you could think of: cling to Cas.
You had your eyes shut tight, your face contorted as if you were in pain while you listened to the sounds of the zombies eating a girl’s brains out. You clenched onto Cas’ hand so tightly, you were certain that it would’ve been painful if he weren’t an Angel. As soon as you thought the bad part was over, you opened your eyes, and that’s when a zombie popped up on the screen.
“FUCKING HELL!” you screamed, your heart leaping out of your chest in fear. You buried yourself into Cas’ chest, earning an eye roll from Sam and Dean.
“Y/N,” Cas whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you completely into his lap. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
You swallowed nervously, pulling back and looking into his eyes. You immediately felt his grace wash over you, calming you down.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” he said softly, a small smile on his face as he cupped your cheek. “Do you know why?”
You shook your head. “Why?”
“Because I’ll protect you,” he vowed. “I’ll always protect you.”
With a small grin, you nodded and nuzzled further into his arms, letting the sound of his heartbeat calm you down.
you could hear the faint beat of his heart beneath your chest are you nuzzled your way deeper into his steady arms. It was late, and like most nights you had dozed off wrapped in the safe and cozy arms of your boyfriend. You could hear the faint whispering of conversations around you, but your mind didn’t zero in on any particular sounds.
“Padfoot keep your voice down or so help me” Remus hissed across at his friend, doing his best not to move or startle you awake.
“Moony she’s passed out she can’t hear us” Sirius protested. You rolled your head over wanting to protest you weren’t asleep, but no words came out, just a small grumble came out.
“She hasn’t been sleeping well lately and I just want her to get some rest” you hears him mutter to his friends. Rem was always so sweet and kind to you. You were almost certain he didn’t have a single bad bone in his body. You could feel his arms tighten around you as his fingers lazily ran up and down your back. These little incentives were enough to coax you into a deep sleep.
((A/N: Another chapter! Hurray! I *promise* if you can get through this, it’s about to get real and maybe we’ll see some heroics. If you’re the type that doesn’t like build up… I apologize. But I wanted to introduce the gods and get a sense of who the reader is. Not everything is as simple as it may seem…
Clint couldn’t help but smirk at your eagerness, already realizing why the others had been so taken by you. Spirited would have been an insult as there was so much more going on. He understood the enamoring nature of who you were. He understood the impact you would have on a man like Ares so dedicated to his own cause. It made sense.
“Well, first things first, you need to talk to Poseidon. The man’s been so at odds with the other gods he’s neglected most of his duties. If you get him to stand down and assure him you’re working to resolve this, at least one of your main concerns will be dealt with.” There was a raised eyebrow by Clint, as if to turn on a lightbulb in your head. It was true that your family relied heavily on fishing as a source of income and general livelihood. It was also true that despite your father’s heavy dedication towards the worship of Poseidon, there had been almost nothing.
Hey could you write a Jack imagine where y/n is 17
It was the end of your day at school and you were waiting out front with your friend Michael. You were nearing the end of sixth form and were just counting down the days until you were done. So was your boyfriend, Jack.
Jack was 22, long out of school and with his very successful YouTube career. He was constantly ridiculed for going out with you and you were always being told that dating an older man would only bring trouble. The thing was, none of those people knew Jack. Sure, Jack might’ve had a bad, player reputation online, but that’s not who he was at all. Jack treated you well and loved you deeply. You weren’t just a fuck and chuck. You were his girl.
You still didn’t understand how he fell for you. One minute he accompanied Conor when he had a show at your school, the next he had you pressed up against the wall of a janitor’s closet. The memory still made you blush.
You were chatting with Michael as you waited for Jack to pick you up. It wasn’t everyday that Jack picked you up from school, but it was Friday and you were set to spend the weekend at his house. You knew your parents wouldn’t be too keen on the idea, so you just told them that you were going to Brighton to visit his whole family. They were fine as long as parents were involved. What they didn’t know was that the weekend was just going to include you and Jack having as much alone time as possible.
Mid-conversation with Michael, a pair of arms wrapped around you and pulled you off the ground. You shrieked and gripped onto Jack’s arms so you wouldn’t fall. Once he put you on the ground, he pulled you into him and placed a long kiss to your lips. You cut it off though, pushing him away lightly due to the presence of your friend right beside you. “Jack, this is Michael,” you said, waving your arm at your friend. “Michael, this is my boyfriend Jack.”
“Nice to meet you,” Michael said, sticking out his hand for Jack to shake. Jack did so, shaking it firmly and muttering something about how it was nice to meet him too.
“Alright,” you smiled, taking hold of Jack’s hand. “I’ll see you Monday, Michael!”
“See ya,” he said. He seemed a little uncomfortable but you brushed it off, sent him a wave, and headed to the car with Jack. Jack was being abnormally quiet. He’d almost always ask you about your day.
“What’s going on?” you asked, placing your hand on top of his that was resting on his lap.
“I don’t like Michael,” he muttered, pulling his hand away from yours and placing it on the steering wheel. He was gripping it so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
“What do you mean?” you almost laughed. “What’s wrong with him?”
“I just don’t like him,” he repeated. “I don’t like how he looks at you.”
“How does he look at me?” you asked patronizingly.
“You know how he looks at you,” Jack muttered.
“Please, enlighten me,” you said, folding your arms across your chest with a smirk on your face.
“He looks at you like he wants to fuck you,” Jack said through gritted teeth. “I don’t like that. That’s my job.”
“What, looking at me or fucking me?” you teased.
“Both,” he said sternly. “Don’t get smart with me.”
You huffed, sitting back in your seat and glaring at the road in front of you. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him, knowing it would only tick him off further. “You’re treating me like a child,” you said. “I hate when you treat me like a child.”
“You are a child,” Jack said.
“And I’m 22!” he retaliated. “I know boys and I know how they think and I know what he’s thinking when he looks at you and I don’t like it.”
“Just because you have sex on the brain 24/7 doesn’t mean every boy does!”
“I don’t have sex on my mind 24/7.”
“Oh really?” you said with a roll of your eyes. “Like you’re not picturing taking me in the back seat of this car right now and punishing me,” (you put air quotes around this bit), “for giving you attitude.” Jack didn’t say anything which just caused you to let out a breath of annoyance. “Exactly,” you muttered.
The drive continued in silence until Jack turned off an unfamiliar road. “Where are we going?” you asked, finally bringing your eyes in his direction again. He said nothing. “Great, silent treatment,’” you said under your breath. “And you say I’m the child.” After a bit of driving still, less and less houses started appearing on the road. Eventually, you pulled up to a park that was so off the beaten trail that it looked like no one had been there in years. This was where Jack stopped the car. “What, are you going to murder me now?” you sassed.
Instead of answering you, Jack got out of the car and stormed around to your door, ripping it open and pulling you out of the car. He then opened the back door and pushed you onto the backseat, slamming the door behind both of you. “What are you doing?” you asked, slightly frustrated still.
“You’ve been acting like a brat ever since I picked you up,” Jack said, pushing you so your back was against the door. “You’re right, I need to punish you.”
Before you could say anything back, Jack pulled you forward so that you were laying on your stomach across his lap. He hiked your skirt up and pulled your panties down your legs. You felt his hand rub your bum for a moment before he placed a harsh slap to it. You bit your lip and closed your eyes. “Four more,” he said, rubbing your ass again. “You make a noise, we add another.” You only nodded. Each smack was slightly harder than the last and you were biting your lip so hard that you could feel a bit of blood. But, with the friction of your clit against Jack’s jeans, you were so turned on.
Once Jack was satisfied, he turned you around so that you were laying on your back looking up at him. He was unbuckling his trousers quickly and you instinctively pressed your thighs together to give yourself some sort of friction. He pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough where his dick was exposed to you. He reached down and shoved his fingers in your pussy, catching you completely off guard. Your back arched immediately and you were desperately moving your hands to find something to grip onto. “You’re already so wet,” Jack said, pulling his fingers out and sucking them. “It almost looks like you like your punishment.”
Instead of giving you time to answer, Jack thrust into you. You let out a cry and gripped onto whatever you could get your hands on- Jack’s hair. “You’re, mine,” Jack said sternly in between thrusts. “You understand? You’re mine.”
“Yours,” you repeated. “Fuck I’m all yours, Jack.” Jack’s thrusts were rough and he was gripping your hips so tightly you were almost certain he was leaving bruises. “Jack,” you said, your voice coming out as a whimper. “I’m close.”
“Not yet,” he said. “Don’t come until I tell you.”
“Please,” you begged now, your fingers tugging roughly at his hair.
“Not, yet,” he repeated, thrusting even harder into you. You did your best to hold it off, wanting more than anything to reach your high. After what felt like far too long, Jack finally muttered, “Now, baby girl. Let go.”
You reached your high, calling out Jack’s name loudly and pulling your fingers through his hair again. You felt him release as well, his thrusts slowing until he wasn’t moving at all. Once he caught his breath, he pulled out of you and pulled up his boxers and buckled his jeans. You blushed as he handed you your underwear and placed a kiss to your lips. “You’re my girl,” he said again, pushing your now messy hair away from your face.
“Always,” you said quietly, giving him a tired smile.
Jack grinned and placed a kiss to your lips before stepping out of the car. He ran around and opened your door again as you got back into the passenger seat. Before he closed the door, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his lips against yours. “Don’t forget,” you said when you pulled away, “You’re mine too.”
Request: Could you do the movie “Two Week Notice” in the Peaky Blinders universe?? where Tommy relays too much on his assistant which drives her crazy, then she quits and they search for a replacement. - @samascara
Two Weeks - Tommy Shelby
It was five o’clock in the morning. Or at least it had been when banging on your door had woken you and possibly all your neighbours. You had dressed quickly, opened the door, and found one of Tommy Shelby’s men standing in the hallway.
“Ma’am,” he tipped his cap to you, “Mr. Shelby says it’s urgent.”
“Does he?” You were certain the sarcasm was evident in your voice. Even so you followed the Blinder out to a car that was waiting for you.