#angst smut the whole 9 yards

[babygirl-riley]

Change of Plans Pt 2

You have been with Shadow Company for a couple of months. When you get orders to help with Los Varqueros and 141.

A/N: Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I got very sick with some cold flu thingggg. But here is the 2nd part of Change of Plans. 👀

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@glitteryeggalmondherring @notyourlittlesunshine

“Swtichin’ the positions for you. Cookin’ in the kitchen and I’m in the bedroom.”

Warnings: talks of violance, not too bad of angst, fluff, smut, reuniting sex, quick sex, PiV, swearing, soft!simon, former141!reader, shadow!reader

Pt. I Pt.III

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

You anxiously waited on the plane as you landed on Alejandro’s base. When you heard his voice, your body reacted immediately. Your heart fluttered and your pussy clenched. You haven’t seen him in months, you haven’t seen your old team in months. “Remember this is business first. After that, you can say ya hellos.” Graves said smiling at you.

He knew that with your former team, you were all close. So once he told you that they were working along side 141, he saw the gleam in your eyes. “Yes sir.” You said smiling at him as you felt the air craft land.

Graves patted your shoulder as the doors opened. Your heart pounding in your chest as you followed him out. “I have to meet them where they have Hassan,” You frowned as you walked next to him. Graves turned to you. “Don’t worry kiddo they will be back here soon. Just stay with the men and get them acquainted with Alejandro’s men,” You nodded stopping in your tracks he kept walking before he stopped and turned to you. “Also make sure we get a tour of the base.”

“Yes sir.” You said as you watched him walk towards a humvee.

Disappointment surrounded your chest to your mind. You were excited to see all of them, especially Simon. You have been thinking about where he has been, if he was alright. All the 9 yards of missing someone you love. You inhaled as one of your team mates came behind you asking for instructions. “Hello Lieutenant,” You turned to face one of Alejandro’s men. “My name is Rudy, Alejandro wanted me to come back to see if there is anything I can do.”

You smiled and reached your hand out. “Just call me y/n. I am hoping we won’t be here long enough to be too comfortable Rudy.”

He smiled in response. “As would I hope as well,” He paused and gestured out towards the base. “Come on let me show you around.”

Rudy was a nice solider, he was respectful and kind. He talked highly on his Commander and his troops. He would smile and crack some jokes around that made you even laugh at times. You really enjoyed him, seemed like he would be someone you would get along with. He made sure there was a barrack that your men would sleep in however, you and Graves had separate rooms. He stated that the higher ranking officers have their own space.

It took a couple of hours to tour the whole base which eventually turned dark. You thanked Rudy as you excused yourself to bark more orders to the men. Have some routine going, making sure that they had rest and tasks to do. You rolled your shoulders as you watched your men move from one end to another, helping Alejandro’s men with tasks.

“Sargent,” You yelled as one of your men’s head turned. “I am going to freshen up, I will be out here at 0400 keep the men in line!”

He nodded as he turned to another solider talking to him. You inhaled deeply as you walked back into the base. Walking past rooms and hallways, you were tired. Beat tired. Graves and Shepard have been on high alert for a while, reasoning? You didn’t know, it made you on high alert as well. More stressed and more duties that Graves made sure to give you. Making sure that all the men were properly accounted and trained.

You opened the door that was your temporary room. It had one bed and a dresser, it was a white room with no window. It did have a bathroom, when you looked inside it just had the sink, toilet, and shower. You thought it was a good place and happy as hell that you didn’t have to share showers. Your bag was already in the room as you started to unzip the bag.

You started to take your gear off placing them on the dresser, neatly. You have always been particular on how your gear was laid out. Due to your first Captain, snapping his men on how your equipment should be handled. You started to unbutton your pants until your door had a knock.

God damn it, the Sargent better not have fucked up something. He always had since you joined and it made your blood boil. You stomped to the door. “I swear to fucking god Olsen if you,” You opened it to lay eyes on a much bigger and taller man but what made him distinctive was the skull mask. You shut your mouth as your body relaxed. “Simon.” You whispered.

Simon stepped forward as you backed up silently accepting him into the room. He shut the door and locked it, he walked up to you and placed his hands on both sides of your face. “Fuck ya have no idea how much I missed ya,” He whispered placing his forehead against yours. You leaned into his hands. “I want to hear everythin’, how you been. However, I really needed you right now.”

Your heart fluttered as you places your arms around his neck. Tippy toeing to his ear. “I need you too Simon please.”

That’s all it took, his mask ripped off and thrown somewhere as he latched his lips on yours. It was a heated and neediness kiss, pent up months of not being around each other. Your skin burned of wanting to be touched by him. “Clothes off.” You mumbled in between kisses.

He smiled against your lips. “Get all promoted now makin’ you demanding love?” He asked as he kissed down your jaw to your neck. He started to lift his sweatshirt to take it off as you lift up your shirt. You both desperately ripped off your clothes just to feel each others skin. You moaned as he backed you up to the small bed. “Oh shut it Riley.” You teased, he chuckled lowly as he hovered over you kissing down your body.

You bite your lower lip as he sucked and bites your skin. You moaned as you rolled your hips up. “Si please, I just need your cock now.”

Simon chuckled as he crawled back up to you. “No foreplay doll?”

You shook your head, you placed your hand on his cheek. He leaned into it kissing your palm, his beautiful brown eyes looking at you. “No please Simon.”

Simon pulled his boxers off and gripped your panties. You lifted your hips up so they were easily pulled off. You both were so quick and needy, both of you not teasing each other about it. Simon wanted you so bad that it was driving him absolutely insane. All the frustration and anxiety of the situation with Hassan. Have both of you in a tense feeling, needing it to be released.

You watched as he pumped his cock, precum coming out of his tip. You will never forget how large he was, his length was average but his girth was what made him hard to fit in. Made it feel fucking better than your fingers. You licked your lips as he looked down at you. “Ya lookin’ at it likes it’s candy.” He teased as he leaned down, guiding his cock towards your entrance.

“It’s my personal can…” Before you could finish he pushed in, making you gasp. Simon groaned, feeling how tight you were. He looked down as he watched his cock being sucked more na more in. Your pussy fitting him like his cock was made there. God how you missed the stretch that he made with his cock. Love to watch his cock fit into so perfectly, like god made you just for him.

Your mouth was left agape as he kept pushing more in. “Relax babygirl I have-fuck…I have ya.” He whispered, as he felt you slowly taking him in, relaxing more and more until he settled near your cervix. “God you take me so well. So fucking beautiful. All fucking mine.”

You moaned feeling him settle more inside. You loved how it felt being so full and warm when he was inside you. You both sat there for a minute panting, taking in the moment. Simon placed his forehead against yours, looking in your eyes. You placed both of your hands on his cheeks rubbing your thumb up and down his cheek bone. “I missed you.” He whispered leaning down to kiss you.

You kissed him back, it was gentle and passionate. His tongue dancing with yours, you gasped as he pulled all the way out and snapped back into you. At first his hips movements were slow, taking his time, with hard thrusts. Making sure you were ready for the hard pace he was going to do. You mewled as you gripped his shoulders kissing him.

“You feel so good Si,” You whimpered hooking both of your legs around his waist. “Need-ah-I need you to go harder-faster please.”

Simon grunted as he started to pick up speed. Which made you gasp, Simon smirked and kissed down your neck. “God-‘ve missed the way you moan my name sweeathear’.”

He placed his forehead against yours as he rutted into you more. The room sounding obscene, both of your skin slapping against one another, moans and grunts filling the air. God you missed this, missed Simon. Missed being this close to him. Miss feeling his skin. His breath. You could feel your orgasm building up, Simon’s cock hitting the right sponge spot.

“Oh fuck.” You whined squeezing your eyes shut. Scratching your fingers down his tattooed arm. Gripping it at the end. You felt his thumb placed on your lips making your eyes open.

“Keep ya eyes on me,” He grunted sitting up more and gripping your hips. “I want to see you cum around my cock. Cum-Ugh…cum with me.”

You gasped loudly as you opened your eyes, his face contorting to pleasure. His lips parted as his grunts left his mouth. The sweat that built on his forehead. The sweat layering his body. You loved his scars, his toned body. Fuck, it made him look like a fucking god. You inhaled deeply as you let out a high pitch moan, your orgasm hitting you like a train. Your hand went to grab the back of his neck as your other hand went to your clit. Rubbing fast as the pace his cock going in and out of you.

Simon growled as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. Milking him for all his worth. His spine shot up with pleasure as he felt his balls empty into your pussy. Coating your walls with his seman, he thought of his cum traveling into you. Simon placed his head in the space between your shoulder and your side of your head. Groaning lowly, he twitched when you rubbed your fingers lightly up and down his back.

Simon was still inside you feeling his cock soften inside. “I missed you so much,” You whispered raking your fingers up through his dirty blonde hair. “Thought wasn’t going to see you for a while.”

Simon hummed lifting his head up to look at you. God he thought you were just an angel, the thin sweat layered against your skin, your beautiful eyes that he couldn’t stop staring at. It made him lost into it. Never did he think that he would feel empty without having someone near. Having you near. Simon thought the last time he saw you would be the last. At least for a long time. Yet you are here. With him.

“Same here love,” He whispered bringing up his hand to brush a strand of hair away. “I’m just happy to see ya here.”

You smiled as you kissed him softly. Feeling his soft lips against yours. He rolled off of you, still having his dick inside, and placed your head in his chest. Simon sighed as he played with your hair, soothing both of you to sleep.

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[cupoftaae]

Forever And A Day- KTH (series) MASTERLIST

comment for taglist. 18+ updates every friday unless decided otherwise.

all chapters will be found here. if you enjoy my work please like and reblog, it means so much, thank you!

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

CHAPTER ONE forever and a day CHAPTER TWO Liar Liar CHAPTER THREE boys never grow up CHAPTER FOUR Meet the parents CHAPTER FIVE....(writing) CHAPTER SIX.... CHAPTER SEVEN.... CHAPTER EIGHT .... CHAPTER NINE.... CHAPTER TEN.... -EPILOGUE

#taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung fanfic #taehyung drabble #kim taehyung fanfic #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts #tae x reader #tae drabble #taehyung series #taehyung imagine

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: November 3/23

Happy Friday everyone!!! :D It's been a long week, so let's start off the weekend with these wonderful fics!! Please also give the Boosted fics some love as well!! Enjoy!!

SIGNAL BOOSTING

Food goes on the food shelf by avalanching effect(G, 5,283 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Crack/Humour, Cannibalism, Halloween, Magical Realism, Witches, Light Gore, POV Sherlock) – John, (without conferring with Sherlock) implements a system of organization in the kitchen. There are areas designated as 'experiment' areas, and others as 'food safe' areas. Crossover, however, is bound to happen.

Fall by ThisBumblebeeCommandsTheSea (G, 7,067+ w., 3/? Ch. || WiP || Kid Fic, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nanny Ashtoreth, Hospitals, Absent Parents, Getting Lost, Child Neglect, Crowley is Good With Kids, Light Injury, Soft Crowley, Genderfluid Crowley) – It was a nice and peaceful day out in the garden. Warlock was climbing the apple tree, when he suddenly spotted a nice apple farther out on a thin branch... Thankfully Nanny and Brother Francis are right there.

Turtely's Johnlock Short Stories by topsyturvy_turtely (M, 19,998+ w. across 9 works || Series WiP || Assorted Tags, Various Genres) – These are stories that are whole on their own. One chapter stories. I mostly write Fluff, sometimes Angst, never Smut (and if not graphic). I might include some Johnlock poems.

RECENT MFLs

How is it You’re Still Breathing? by a-cumberbatch-of-cookies (E, 2,786 w., 1 Ch. || Corsetry, Stiletto Heals, Panties, Anal Sex, PWP, Panties / Lingerie) – After seeing John's reaction to a bit of burlesque, Sherlock decides to give him a little show of his own.

The Unexpected Exchange by testosterone_tea (E, 5,703 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Secret Santa, Vibrators, Masturbation, Love Confessions, Intercrural Sex, Bisexual John, Demisexual Sherlock, Fluff) – When Sherlock is made to participate in the Yard's Secret Santa exchange, he knew it would be a disaster. But even he didn't expect how much of a disaster it would be.

#my fic recs #five fics friday #johnlock fic recs

[bradshawswife]

Baby Blue | Rhett Abbott

description: rhett meets, then loses the love of his life in a matter of days. Based on the song Baby Blue by George Strait.

warning: angst, sad!rhett, reader and rhett are two idiots!! minor smut! dni if you’re a minor!

a/n: i hope this makes any sense lol i was just jotting down a plot quickly😅i’ve been sitting on this all day and it was driving me nuts. This is one of my favourite George Strait songs.

♫ She looked so much like a lady, but she was so much like a child.

The first time Rhett seen Y/N, he was smitten instantly. He was the town bad boy, known for his reputation of fucking girls, and not giving a fuck about anything but his family and riding bulls.

All that changed when he seen Y/N walk into a bar, one night after he won a championship. He was getting drinks passed to him all night from buckle bunnies, town folk who were proud of him, the whole 9 yards. A typical night after Rhett won of course. He always used alcohol to celebrate, and to cover up pain, physically and emotionally.

Rhett raked his eyes up and down Y/N when she walked in, your typical pretty lady, who was no more than 22. He thought about how innocent she looked, like she stepped down from heaven a few minutes prior. She wasn’t anything like the typical women he was into, or ones that would fall his feet for him.

You spotted the rider you had your eyes on at the rodeo earlier. He was staring right at you, like he was stunned. You had to look around to make sure he was really staring at you, sure as shit he was. You were warned about pretty boy Rhett Abbott. He didn’t have a good reputation and for someone like you, he was bad news. You were visiting your friend from out of town. She had lived here her whole life and wanted you, a city girl, to come see the famous Amelia County rodeos. You weren’t entirely into the whole idea of them, but you loved your friend. Spending time with her had been sparse since you both had busy schedules.

The moment you saw Rhett ride that night, your opinion changed entirely.

You walked up to the bar, just a few seats away from Rhett, and ordered a pretty drink. Rhett overheard your order and let out a slight chuckle. You look over to him, and he’s staring at you again. Feeling the heat go to your cheeks, you quickly look back to your hands. Once your drink was in front of you, Rhett stared at how girly it was. Of course you drank martini type drinks, of course.

What you did next will surprise him though, you downed the whole girly drink within one chug. He looked at you amazed. You noticed the reaction, now having liquid courage in you. Quickly sitting up and moving towards Rhett, he felt his palms start to get sweaty.

Rhett knew you were off limits before you sat down next to him, he had to keep reminding him to not ruin you. A beautiful girl like her, with a scruffy ol country boy like him? No way. But when you sat down next to him, he knew you weren’t as innocent as you lead on.

“I see you been starin’ at me for the last 10 minutes,” you say in a teasing voice, grabbing the attention of the bartender, “another drink please.” you politely ask, in your sweet voice. Rhett noticed the demeanour changes, you flipped from a sweet girl, to a not-so-innocent little lady. He positioned his hat over his tightening pants. He’s at a loss for words, just staring at you as you down another drink. He’s never seen a prettier sight.

A devil when she held me close, an angel when she smiled.

“Wanna dance?” you ask a smitten Rhett. He hesitantly nods, getting up as you grab his wrist, dragging him to a makeshift dance floor. Once you make it there, you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tippy toes. There’s quite a height difference, with your ear leaning against his chest. His hands were high on your waist, wanting to be a perfect gentleman despite the fact that you were so close to him, he felt like he was going to cum in his pants like a teenager.

Occasionally you would look up to meet Rhetts eyes, and he’d just be smiling down at you. About 5 minutes into the dance you noticed a growing hard on pressing into your hip. Smirking slightly, your moved his hands further down your waist, until they were right above the curve of your ass. You knew what you were doing, and Rhett was silently cursing because he was trying to stay composed, and to not drag you into the bathroom to destroy you.

♫ She always held it deep inside, but somehow I always knew

Rhett knew deep down you weren’t here in his hometown to stay. You were very city like, not cut out for this grungy country lifestyle. That didn’t make it any easier for him when you disappeared the next morning. He did grab your number as you were quickly leaving his hotel room, dressed in the same clothes as last night. He knew you were miles away now, forgetting him.

The whole drive home you were overthinking that you were just another fuck on Rhetts long list of girls. The sunrise was in your rearview mirror as you headed home.

♫ She's go away when the grass turned green

He got out of his slump, quickly dressing himself and checking out of the hotel. The hours flew by after you left, he just laid there. Taking in one of the best nights of his life. He’s screwed many girls before, but he’s never made love with anyone, until you.

♫ And the sky turned baby blue.

The sunlight was bright in his eyes as he stared at the baby blue skies, on this chillier Wyoming morning. He dreaded having to go home to his family, where he’ll become the disappointment for coming home hungover. Little did his family know, he had the best night of his life with someone he’ll never be able to be with again. He wished he cherished it more.

♫ And baby blue was the color of her eyes.

♫ Baby blue like the Colorado skies.

The last time he saw you, your blue eyes were glistening in the light of his hotel room. He also has bright blue eyes, but he never liked them, not until he met you. He took comfort in staring at the pretty sky, reminding him of your eyes. Rhett Abbott, local fuckboy was laying in the fields of his farm, staring at the baby blue skies, dreaming of you. If only you were aware of the love he had for you.

He felt ridiculous, being in love with someone after not even 24 hours of knowing them. This has never happened, and he swore it never would. He thought he was defective or something. So many girls tried to get him to fall for them, but he felt nothing.

♫ Like a breath of spring, she came and left,

♫ And I still don't know why,

Rhett debated calling you many times. In fact, he dialled your number many times a day. He just never pressed the call button. Afraid you wouldn’t remember him, or worse, you moved on. It had been a few weeks without seeing you, and he was aching more than anything in the world.

Little did he know, you were also aching for his touch. You had hoped he would call you, and convince you to come back. You hated leaving him so early in the morning, wanting to hold onto him just a bit more. The thought of Rhett just being a one time thing seared through your brain, and you quickly scrambled, leaving your number with him in case there was a miracle, that maybe he’d want to see you again.

It was Rhett Abbott, you thought he was in bed with another girl by lunch. The sounds of towns people warning you about Rhett flashed in your head, and you just assumed he had forgot about you. Your friends convinced you to go out after a few weeks of moping, waiting for him to call.

♫ So here's to you and whoever holds my baby blue tonight.

After a few lonely nights of sitting in bars, a friendly guy caught your attention. It didn’t take long for you two to form a connection. Rhett was still in the back of your head, but after weeks of not hearing from him, you were ready to accept that it was really just a one time thing. In the blink of an eye, this friendly gentleman became the light of your life.

Rhett knew deep down you were with someone else, but seeing you sway with another guy when he walked into the bar that night, only confirmed his deep thought. He had went to a few out of city bars hoping you’d be there, drinking your pretty city girl martinis. He longed to just see you again, and knowing you were okay. Another thought he had was that you were maybe hurt or gone far away. He quickly left after seeing you with him, knowing you were happier than he could have ever made you. But god, he thought to himself, he would have really tried.

You seen a cowboy hat disappear behind the bar door, after looking behind your new love. Not sure if that was Rhett or not, but the thought was there. He was always there. Wasn’t fair to the guy you were dancing with, who had his hands all over you. His hands didn’t feel as safe as Rhetts.

♫ She brought colors to my life that my eyes had never touched.

♫ And when she taught me how to care, I never cared so much.

The day after seeing you with him, Rhett went back to normal, working extra hard to drown out his thoughts about you. He swore you taught him a whole new life, even though you spent only a night together. He felt like a whole different guy, but he quickly wanted to change that. He didn’t want to feel this different, so he went back to not caring about anything, besides his family and riding. He went back to fucking girls and drinking his nights away.

♫ I try not to think of her, but I fall asleep and do,

♫ And drift off where the grass is green and the sky is baby blue.

He often dreamt about you, waking up in a sweat hoping it was the real deal. He would also imagine you whenever he was with whatever chick threw herself at him the most those nights. He pictured the last night he had with you, over and over again.

A few months have gone by, Rhetts thoughts of you are still very much present. No matter what he does, how much he drinks, how many girls he’s fucked, he’s never forgot about you. He will never make love to anyone, the way he did to you that night.

Most days after working at the ranch, with whatever Royal put him up to, he would come lay in the green grass, staring up at the baby blue sky, drifting off into a momentary dream.

He always dreamed of you.

#rhett abbott #izzy loves rhett #outer range #rhett abbott fanfiction #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x reader #outer range fic #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott angst #angst #izzy writes #not tgm #outer range angst #rhetts a royal idiot #but so is reader #rhett abbott fic

[sourmiguel]

These Woods Sigh by @blacktofade (wc80334, explicit)

Summary: Derek and Stiles never plan to start a family together, it just happens. Or, the one where Derek accidentally wishes for a baby.

Omg y'all. This fic is so good. FWB, Smut, Angst, Misunderstandings, Mpreg, the whole 9 yards. Love it so much, even when it hurt.

#fic rec #sterek

[signed-loni]

Hi! i hope your having a good day/night!

im just wondering how you feel about writing angst? or do you prefer happier requests?

Thank you

To be honest, angst isnt to big of a problem !! Just like my smut rule, i only write of requested. Happy, angsty, the whole 9 yards is fine with me!

[ohpedromypedro]

Lmao I just came up with a new Maxwell x Reader idea while in the shower 😂👌🏼

Def gonna start working on that as soon as I’m back in my room where (hopefully) it’s now peace and quiet. 😏😏

#oooh yall might like this one #tis gonna be a very interesting one #angst smut the whole 9 yards #😏

[btsficsforthehumble]

adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

A/N: Thank you to the glorious minjoonalist for this banner! Everyone give her some love <3

Part One

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word count: 2k

It’s your first day.

First day entering the world of higher education, on the path to betterment (or whatever the dean said in his boring introductory presentation). To tell the truth, you were pretty zoned out as various speakers talked to the thousands of students that would now become your peers. Those hard ass plastic seats were NOT conducive for attentive listening.

Regardless, you pushed through, and here you are, Monday morning, at 8:45 sharp, sitting in yet another hard ass plastic seat. This time however, you had a small wooden desk in front of you, in line with about a couple dozen others. This was your first class --- Calculus.

You were always good at math compared to the average student, however, being placed with the super smart kids all the time made you self conscience and at worst, made you feel stupid. You were too good at math for the standard curriculum, but felt too dumb for the advanced one. It’s no surprise that math quickly became your least favorite subject.

That hadn’t changed. You were dreading this class, even though you took calculus already in high school --- theoretically, it shouldn’t be that difficult. You knew however, that you had absolutely no willpower when it came to studying math. And considering the fact that you are now attending a prestigious university, one known for their STEM programs, you felt adequately nervous.

You glanced around the classroom, baron except for the desks and the large whiteboard covering the expanse of the front wall. A few other students showed up early as well, mostly looking either as nervous as you felt, or tired like they had just enjoyed their first weekend at college perhaps a little too much.

You yourself hadn’t gone too crazy, going to a single party on Saturday where you only had one drink --- lame even by your own standards. However, you were just getting to know your roommates, and felt it best to remain sober enough to keep an eye out on them or manage any situation this new environment would throw you.

You weren’t close with any of your peers from your high school that also attended your university, and it seemed your roommates were in the same boat. So, naturally, you all decided to go out together as new friends. They all seemed to be nice, and you got along well with everyone so far. You hoped that wouldn’t change.

You sigh gently to yourself while reflecting upon your less than thrilling weekend. You hope that one day you’d let yourself experience the wild college parties that you've heard about. You want to know what it felt like to get properly drunk and dance with a cute stranger without any worries in the back of your head.

Speaking of cute strangers, you take a glance around the classroom, steadily filling up with students. You might as well see if there were any hotties in the class that you knew you’d rather daydream about than pay attention to exponent integrations.

You spotted a boy sitting a ways away from you that caught your attention. His legs were stretched out in front of his desk, in a way that screamed “I don’t care if you trip over me, in fact, I dare you.”

His attention was glued to his phone, as he appeared to be taking snapchats --- probably for some obnoxiously beautiful girls, you thought to yourself, eyes rolling slightly. You had to admit though, he was quite attractive. He had dark brown hair, covering his forehead and slightly swept to the side. His eyes were a dark brown to match, and were quite cute. He had a nice nose and clear skin. His most striking feature was his lips however. He had lips that were larger than the average guy and they looked very kissable. And his frame was decently large, his shoulders wide and masculine, juxtaposing his cute eyes and lips.

You blushed at your own thoughts about the stranger across the room, knowing you were getting entirely carried away in your state of boredom. You still had five minutes until class was supposed to begin. You put away your own phone, which you were holding in your hands as some sort of social protection, in your backpack. You then pulled out your fresh new binder with graph paper, lined paper, tabs, dividers, the whole nine yards. You may not enjoy math, but organization always brought you some level of mental tranquility.

You pull out a pen just as you glance up to see a boy standing in front of you, with the brightest, thousand watt smile on his face. His backpack was slung over one shoulder, his hand in his jeans pocket. He had on a loose tee-shirt that somehow flattered his slim frame. You could tell that he wasn’t a meek first year still finding his bearings. He must be at least a second year. You feel your face heat up as you make eye contact, seeing that he’s looking directly at you.

“Hi there! Is this seat taken?” His eyes widen almost comically as he points to the seat directly in front of you.

“Ah no, no it’s empty.” You cringe internally as you notice your less than relaxed delivery.

He gives you another dazzling smile as he plops in the seat in front of you, pulling out his own simple notebook and pencil.

You rub your forehead trying to get yourself to calm down. You need to not turn red every time a cute boy talks to you, let alone look in your direction. This is so not like you.

You manage to calm yourself down, ready to begin your first class so your attention is off the boy sitting in front of you.

Your professor must have walked in as you were mentally reprimanding yourself, because you hear an authoritative man's voice come from the front of the room when 9 o’clock hits. You immediately began trying to pay attention, writing down all of the information he put on the board even though it’s stuff already in the syllabus. The truth was that you simply needed to throw yourself into a task to keep your mind from straying back onto the boy in front of you.

About seven minutes later, the door to the classroom swings open and another boy walks through, giving the prof a quick salute and grin in apology. You, as well as the rest of the class, had naturally turned your eyes towards the distraction. As soon as it was found to just be a straggler, everyone’s attention quickly shifted back to the professor in front. Your curiosity was piqued by his confident, goofy nature, however.

You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on him a moment longer. He had shaggy dark hair, tanned skin, and a smile that was strikingly unique as it was a little bit of a square shape. He was devastatingly handsome, and you had a feeling he knew it too. Your hypothesis was instantly supported as he made eye contact with you, noticing you looking at him longer than your peers. He flashes a smirk your way that you’re pretty sure could knock anyone’s panties off.

You mentally start screaming and feel yourself turning the color of a freaking fire truck. You quickly jerk your head back down to your notes and refuse to look back up to meet his eyes.

It appears he wasn’t going to give you a break though. You felt the air woosh past you as he walks down your aisle and stops immediately behind you, taking the empty seat.

Great.

Now, you were sandwiched between two guys that you're pretty sure were the most attractive you’d seen in a long while. Not to mention the guy several rows over that you were ogling before they even arrived. You quickly realized that there wasn’t a chance in hell your full attention was going to be on the lecture during this class.

Your entire body sagged with relief when your fifty minute class was up and the professor released everyone. Noticing, the boy behind you leaned forward and huskily whispered, “You’re not a morning person either, huh?”

You froze for half a second at the sound of his voice. It was deep and silky, and my god was it sexy. And he was talking to you.

“You could say that.” You were shocked at his attention but somehow managed to pull out a response that didn’t make you look like an idiot. You didn’t bother turning around to look at him as you answered, deciding not to let him see how pink your cheeks were as you returned your items to your bag.

He let out a little chuckle and stood up.

“I’m Taehyung. And you, my little night owl, are?” He drew out the are waiting for your response.

You too stood up, putting your backpack on.

“I, Taehyung, am off to my next class.” You were annoyed that he seemed to take notice of your attention on him in the beginning of the class and thought that you were a fun little target to flirt with. You knew he wasn’t interested, but merely found it fun to take advantage of his good looks. This allowed you to get over your schoolgirl crush behavior and return to your normal self, which you knew had more of a bite than necessary at times. You had developed a tough edge at a young age and you think that it has protected you a lot already in your short life.

He raised an eyebrow at the sudden appearance of sass and gave you another grin. You simply rolled your eyes and turned on your heel to march yourself out of the classroom, joining the other students that were filtering out. By the time you had turned around, the cute guy with the smile that made your heart melt had already left. You were slightly disappointed to your own chagrin. Why on Earth are you paying attention to boys when you knew you had other priorities? It’s not like anything would come of it anyway.

Throughout high school, you steered away from boys in a romantic sense and they more than happily did the same. You knew you were intimidating, as you had a sharp mouth and quick wit. No one messed with you and you liked it that way. You had kept to yourself, and kept your grades high. You just didn’t have any interest in the boys you’ve known since you were a kid.

As you walked to your next class, you silently cursed yourself for not being cool and collected the entire period. Where was that icy exterior that you had curated for years? How did a simple smile from the boy in front of you turn you into a puddle? How did that annoyingly hot guy behind you manage to blindside you at first?

You nearly stopped in your tracks and groaned when you realized that you had that class every. single. day. It was five credits, so that meant Monday through Friday, you’d be there 9 in the morning, attempting to not think about the cute boys around you.

You were giddy deep, deep down that such cute guys were in your class but the more level headed side of you knew it was in vain. It’s not like they’d go for you or anything. And besides, they would only distract you from the class that you already knew was going to be a struggle.

You pinched your eyes shut when you slid into your seat in your next class.

You had a feeling it was going to be a long semester.

#BTS #ot7 #ot7 x reader #poly ot7 #fanfic

[cupoftaae]

Forever And A Day Updated masterlist-

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

CHAPTERS: please lmk if any links are wrong or broken

Individual chapter warnings will be posted on chapter

Chapter 1 Forever And A Day

Chapter 2 Liar Liar

chapter 3 Boys never grow up

Chapter 4 Meet the Parents

Chapter 5 Silent treatment cant last forever

chapter 6 The art exhibit

chapter 7 College Spirit

chapter 8 We always end up like this

chapter 9 we have to be adults now

chapter 10 Its so easy to love you, flaws and all

chapter 11 Please hold my hand

chapter 12 Heartbeat

chapter 13 sunrise in versailles (part 1)

Chapter 14 sunrise in versailles (part 2)

Chapter 15 sunrise in versailles (part 3)

Chapter 16 fondness

chapter 17......Francis Forever

chapter 18..........Final epilogue

#bts #bts fanfic #taehyung #bts fluff #bts smut #kim taehyung #kim taehyung fanfic #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have any fanficions that are very science-y, if that makes any sense? Like, focused on scientific things, in the writing style or actual experiments incorporated into the story itself? I hope I'm making sense

Hi Nonny!

Ahhh yeah, though a lot of the fics I read have it deep in the fic, lol. BUT!!!! Guess what?? Your ask is the lucky one that spawns a new list I’ve been waiting forever to post the next part for a tonne of new fics, LOL!

As always, gang, if you have a fic more tuned to what Nonny is ACTUALLY looking for, please add them here, LOL. Pt. 1 will have a lot more of what you’re looking for Nonny, since there’s a lot of my FFNet recs on that one, but both lists have great recs!! <3

IT’S AN EXPERIMENT! Pt. 3

See also:

It’s An Experiment!

It’s An Experiment! (Pt. 2)

The Perfect Place by SilverSmile (K+, 1,955 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Romance, 5 and Ones, Fluff, Experiments, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock attempts to find the perfect place to sleep, but his little experiment proves to be far more difficult than expected.

A Study in Lace by KarlyAnne (E, 2,320 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Crafty Sherlock, Tiny Lace Panties / Lingerie, Domestics, Experiments, Oral, Masturbation) – “Why do you suppose he was doing that?” “Why do I suppose who was doing what?” “The room. The lace. The secrecy. He was playing with fire in everything he did, and didn’t care one bit. But he had a secret chamber, carefully concealed, solely for the purpose of making lace lingerie. Obviously for personal use. Why?" Part 1 of The Unintentional Crafts of Sherlock Holmes

Insomnia by TheSingingGirl (K+, 2,635 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Bed Sharing, Sleepy Sherlock) – Sleep is merely the next frontier in what has become the battle to keep Sherlock alive. It's because of this that John ends up in bed with a sociopath.

Undercurrents by entanglednow (E, 2,996 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Disturbing Things, Crime Scene Fetish, Pseudo-Necrophilia, PWP, Masturbation) – “There, that's it, perfect, shut your eyes and don't move - and don't speak."

John's Missing Wednesday by PipMer (K+, 2,999 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Pre-TSo3, Non-Con Drugged John, Friendship, Experiment) –  "Now John I'd poison. ... Sloppy eater – dead easy. I've given him chemicals and compounds that way, he's never even noticed. He missed a whole Wednesday once, didn't have a clue." – The Sign of Three. This is the story of that missing Wednesday.

Museums and Laboratories by RhododendronPonticum (T, 3,004 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Angst, Obsessive Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, Anxiety/Panic Attack, Separation Anxiety, Doctor John, Co-Dependent Sherlock) – If Sherlock's kitchen was his laboratory, then his bedroom was his museum.

Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.

After the Bombs by VampirePam (T, 3,337 w., 2 Ch. || THoB AU, Drugs, John’s PTSD, Panic Attack, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) – In which the drugs Sherlock used to dose John trigger a severe episode of PTSD. When terrors old and new cause John to fall apart, Sherlock must rectify his mistake and pick up the pieces.

Experiment by Gwen's Blue Box (K+, 4,222 w., 3 Ch. || Non-Con Drugging, Hurt Comfort, Friendship) – Of course John has always known about his flatmate’s irregular sleeping habits, especially when they’re on a case. This time, however, the case is taking longer and longer, and soon John starts to worry. But there’s not much he can do, is there? Because drugging Sherlock isn’t an option. Not yet, maybe, but will it be soon? {{CW: John drugs Sherlock without his consent}}

Survival Strategies for the Domesticated British Butthole by Atiki (E, 6,183 w., 1 Ch. || Crack, Rimming, Anal Sex, Iced Lolly, Hair Removal, Depilation) – In which there’s a rimming disaster, Sherlock depilates his butt, everything goes very, very wrong and groceries are mistreated. This fic contains hair removal creme in a butthole, ice lollies in a butthole and John Watson's penis in a butthole. You have been warned.

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.

Time on my hands by Mildredandbobbin (M, 7,179 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-S3, One Night Stands, Mutual Pining, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Sexual Exploration / Discovery, Desperation, Body Worship) – Virginity’s a construct, a concept—what does losing one’s virginity entail for a gay man anyway? Sherlock wants to fill that particular gap in his knowledge but John won’t, can’t, never will assist and there’s only so much desperately unspoken pining even Sherlock can take.

Speak My Language by Itsallfine (T, 7,479 w., 4 Ch. || Thanksgiving, Love Languages, Love Confessions, First Kiss, John Experiments in Sherlock) – When Mrs. Hudson introduces John and Sherlock to the concept of the five love languages, Sherlock descends into a dark mood and John’s curiosity gets the better of him. What is Sherlock’s love language, and why does the whole concept set him so on edge? Part 1 of A Holiday Triptych

Made for You by Raxicoricofallapatorious (K, 8,440 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Sci-Fi, Androids) – When John was shot in the shoulder he was decommissioned and his memory and personality was wiped. Sherlock was given the blank droid and he quickly learns that this droid is more than it seems. John just so happened to come back and no one can fathom how or why. Johnlock if you squint.

Ravish Me by amalnahurriyeh (E, 10,025 w., 1 Ch. || UST / RST, Makeup / Lipstick, Sympathetic Sally, Experiments, Pining John, First Kiss, Face Fucking / BJ’s, Cuddling) – Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.

You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., 1 Ch. || It’s An Experiment, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Questionable Science) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock's study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn't entirely mind.

Fucking Cake by Random_Nexus (E, 12,965 w., 1 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Humour/Crack, Inanimate Object Smut, Frottage, “For a Case” / “Experiment”, PWP / Kinky, Mutual Pining, Fluff) – Sherlock brings home a chocolate cake, John finds him about to have sex with said cake, then exceedingly weird hijinx ensue. Part 1 of "Fucking Baked Goods" - Sherlock BBC

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w., 9 Ch. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w., 18 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #it's an experiment #Anonymous #fic rec sunday

[hseok24]

i need a hobi x reader domestic wedding/honeymoon story fluff, smut, angst, crack, the whole 9 yards

#hoseok x reader #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #btswritersguild #bts angst #bts crack #bts fan fiction

[katehuntington]

Title: Ride With Me (part eight) Fandom: Supernatural AU Characters series: Reader, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Ellen Singer-Harvelle, Jo Singer (Harvelle), Benny Lafitte, Ash Miles, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Castiel Novek, and many more. Timeline: 2008 Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually) Word count: 5550 words Summary series: Y/N is a talented horse rider who is on her way to become a professional. In order to convince her father that she deserves the loan needed to start her own farm, she goes to Arizona for six months, to intern at a ranch owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. Her future is set out, but then she meets a handsome horseman, who goes by the name of Dean Winchester. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family.  Summary part eight: It’s one of those days for Dean where everything that can go wrong, goes wrong. After one hell of a day, Bobby has to break the news to Ash, who doesn’t take the lay off well. Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fluff, angst, eventually smut. Swearing, smoking, alcohol intoxication, alcohol abuse. Mutual pining, heartbreak. Crying, nightmares, childhood trauma. Description of animal abuse, domestic violence, mentions of addiction. Financial problems, stress, mental breakdown. Description of blood and injury, hospital scenes, character death, grief. Music: About Today - The National (final scene). Check out ‘Kate Huntington’s Ride With Me playlist’ on Spotify! Author’s note: Thank you @kittenofdoomage and @girl-with-a-fandom-fettishfor helping me. You girls are awesome betas. Thank you for your endless patience!

Ride With Me Masterlist

     7.30 AM, Monday morning. Several hundred hooves tremble the ground. Earthy colored dust has turned into dark mud overnight as the heavens unleashed a rainstorm that still hasn't stopped from raging down. The cattle moos anxiously, trying to stick together as a herd. Bobby’s dog, Rumsfeld, barks over the sound of it all, his enthusiastic calls trumped by the shouts and whistles of the wranglers.       "Yah!” Dean shouts, cutting off young stock that threatens to fan out.

     Droplets as big as marbles fall from the grey sky, the water caught in the brim of his hat pouring from it whenever he tips it down. It’s unusually cold this morning without sunshine to burn the night away. The long, leather coat he’s wearing protects him from that, but the rain started coming through the seams on his shoulders and elbows two hours ago and a steady drip down his neck has drenched his shirt already. Dean has been in the saddle since four o'clock, ever since the thunder woke him up and an eerie gut feeling began to unsettle him. Something was wrong, he felt it in his bones. As he stepped out onto the porch, he immediately noticed the distressed young stock on the wrong side of the fence. Apparently, the cattle panicked in the thunderstorm, took down a gate, and escaped the pen, splitting the herd in two. They were absolutely all over the place, roaming over more than forty acres. With a buyer coming in at 9 AM, he had to gather the two hundred cows and bulls fast, if he wanted to avoid a financial disaster.      So here they are; wet through, tired and miserable, trying to maneuver their horses on the slick surface. A perfect start for this dreadful Monday.

     A sharp whistle reverberates through the valley, requiring his attention. It's Bobby, looking over the mayhem from a small hill, calling his horse to a stand. “Dean, stragglers!”      His head wrangler notices three steers swaying away from the herd. Dean turns from the tail of the group and pushes his horse forward, but immediately senses the loss of grip in the slippery mud. Led’s hind legs skid from under his body, forcing the buckskin to the ground. As the horse's knees buckle, the experienced rider decides in a split second not to leave the sinking ship. Instead, he skillfully sticks to the saddle like he’s glued to the leather, and moves his weight to level out the balance. At the same time, he pulls Led’s nose from the ground and gives enough free rein right after, simultaneously pushing his heels into the horse’s flanks, encourages him to give it his everything to get back on his feet. His quick thinking enables the stallion to break the fall and thankfully; Led steadies himself. Dean breathes out; that was way too close.      “Well done, bud,” the rider soothes, ruffling the Quarter’s mane, glad that he was able to prevent a possibly painful crash.      “Hell of a save,” Benny comments from several yards away. “You alright?”      “I'm good,” Dean assures his best friend. “We need to round them up fast before this whole pasture turns into a mudslide.”      He pushes Led forward, who picks up speed carefully, smart enough to not make the same mistake twice. It takes a while to make up for the lost time, but then he wings the three bulls, guiding them back to the group. Slowly but surely, the wranglers manage to maneuver the large number of animals back into another secured pen. It’s past eight o’clock when Jo closes the last gate and they can all take a breather. Too bad they cannot head back to bed just yet, the day has only just begun.      “Next time you wake me up in the middle of the night, make sure it’s because there’s some hot gal waiting for me on my doorstep,” Ash mocks as he slows his horse down.      Dean looks aside, grinning at the guy that’s in charge of the cattle. “You have enough problems controlling your cows, let alone women, Ash.”      Benny laughs at that, so does Jo. He’s sure Bobby would have laughed at it too, if it wasn't for the troubling decision that has been made. The ranch owner rests his hand on the horn, taking in his dream team as the rain finally stops falling. Today is the day that he will sell over three-fourths of his cattle. Decades of blood, sweat and tears, sold for a dime. Damage control, they call that. It ain't pretty, but it’s necessary to prevent this place from drowning. What else is necessary is cutting down on personnel. Collateral damage is the term, Bobby believes. There’s that word again: damage.      “Is Rufus still dropping by at nine?” Dean, who held up his horse to ride next to his uncle, checks with him.      “Yeah, but you know Rufus. Could be eleven just as well,” Bobby mutters, aware of his old friend’s carelessness.      “Better ask Ellen to break out the Johnny Walker Blue if you're aiming for a good price,” his right hand suggests, before he halts at the tack up area.      The sound of horseshoes splashing on the wet surface draws Y/N’s attention. She parks her broom against the stable wall and peeks around the corner, spotting the wranglers under the Yucca tree, which seems to cry silently as tears of rain drip down from its branches.      “Garth! They're here!” she shouts at the stable boy on the other side of the barn.      The slender guy pops his head out of a stall, then walks out and closes the door behind him. Like the wranglers, he and the intern got up at four in the morning as well. During the weekend the stables aren't mucked out, which adds to the work on Monday, and with Bobby, Jo and Dean handling the breakout, the two of them had to feed and turn out the animals as well. Getting up early was the only way to get all the work done without falling behind.       As the dark rain clouds pass, everyone on the square gets off their horses. Y/N walks up to Bobby, sensing the low morale. No wonder, because all five wranglers are soaked, probably sore and tired too.      “I got him.” She takes over his chestnut named Seger. “Ellen has breakfast ready for you.”     “Thank you, Darlin’,” the old man mumbles, stiffly making his way to the cafeteria.      While tying up Seger, Y/N watches the ranch owner hobble off, wondering why he seems so burdened. When she glances back to loosen the horse’s cinch, a handsome cowboy catches her eye on the other side of the chestnut. Dean takes off Led’s bridle, the last waterdrops rolling from the dip of his hat. Mud splatters have sprayed across his leather overcoat, his boots covered in dirt. There are smudges on his face, along with a weekend stubble still on his strong jaw. The knuckles of his firm hands have a blue shade, so do his lips; he must be so cold after four hours in the pouring rain. With sympathy, she looks at him.        “Hell of a morning, huh?” she comments, trying to make small talk.      Dean looks up and pauses his action. He seems a little surprised by her voice, as if only just now he realized she was behind the horse next to him. The line parting his lips breaks in a small smile. It’s the first time he hears her use a word as such. His language is terrible, he throws in a variation of the words ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ wherever it fits. But Y/N on the other hand, coming from upstate, says ‘gosh’ at most, and uses terms such as ‘for heaven’s sake’, which he finds quite cute. Apparently she’s adapting to her company.       The wrangler scoffs. “You can say that again.”      He unbuckles the cinch and removes the saddle from Led’s back. The mud sticking to the saddle pad is hard to miss and it catches the intern’s eye. Led must have hit the ground at some point, how else would the animal have dirt caked thick in his coat on his entire side?      “Did you fall?” she asks.      Dean chuckles, slightly amused, while he puts the heavy saddle on the bar his horse is tied to as well. He heard that, the worry in her voice.      “Led slipped, but he was able to steady himself,” he reassures.      The cowboy returns his focus to the buckskin next to him as he turns the faucet of the water source. Led might be wet through just like his rider, but he’s covered in filth as well, and that's no way to bring a horse back to his stable. He quickly hoses down his Quarter, while Y/N washes Seger’s feet. When she’s done, she follows Benny and Jo as they return their horses to the stable. Coming back to pick up the saddle, Y/N finds her supervisor crouched down next to Led’s left front leg.      “Shit…” he curses, feeling the cannon bone.      The saddle is left on the bar. Instead, Y/N comes to see what Dean is annoyed with. With just one glance she can determine the swelling on the back of the leg, a little above the fetlock joint.      “Tendon?” she assumes, petting the horse on the shoulder.      Dean carefully feels the tissue, causing Led to flinch. It’s painful, but with all the fluid that is building up around the injury, it’s hard to tell what exactly is causing the reaction.       “Could be. He seemed sound after he tripped,” the wrangler contemplates. “Can you jog him?”      “Sure,” she replies, after which she unties the horse.      Y/N leads the beautiful Quarter in a straight line and starts to run after a few yards. With the first stride it’s already clear that Led is anything but even. Only the  click-clack  sound of Led’s shoes on the surface is enough to state the obvious.       “Well, that ain't good,” Dean sighs as Y/N walks the palomino back.      “You didn't feel him at all?” she checks with the wrangler.      “The poor bastard must have worked through the pain. He’s a tough horse,” Dean ponders, running his hand down Led’s face with sympathy. “I'll cool his leg for a while. Can you get a rug for him?”      “What about you?”       He shrugs selflessly. “I’ll skip breakfast.”      “You’re not skipping breakfast. You've been working nonstop since four AM, you deserve a break,” Y/N decides, strong-minded. “I have cooling leg boots which Led can wear while he's stabled. It works better than cooling with water.”      “Alright then.” He smiles, appreciating her firm response.      He takes over his horse and leads Led back to the barn without hasting him. Silently, Dean turns the Quarter in as his intern walks to the tack room to get the leg wrap and a rug, followed by a stop at the cafeteria to pick up two cool packs from the freezer. On her way over, she notices the handsome wrangler staring at nothing in particular, lost in thoughts. His fingers absently rub Led’s withers, who on his turn bends his neck and seeks the cowboy’s free hand, nuzzling his nose against his skin, as if he is trying to comfort his rider in return. Although it’s a heartwarming sight to see the man having a moment with the beautiful animal, Y/N can sense something is off about him. Not that she knows him all that well, but she can tell that he’s carrying a crippling weight. He’s quiet, for one. No smart answers or perky remarks that could easily be mistaken for flirting. There is also something about his eyes, something weary.       “Here you go,” she says, handing over the boot.      Dean takes it and straps around the injured leg, while Y/N lays a fleece rug on Led’s back to prevent the horse from cooling down too fast. When the wrangler rises to his feet and lets his fingers glide through Led’s golden coat while waiting for her to secure the rug, the silence is awfully evident.        “Are you okay?” she asks carefully.      Dean glances up, caught off guard by the question. For a moment he reckons she’s asking because of the almost crash and now Led’s injury, but when his eyes meet hers, he sees that the question is more layered than that. His first instinct is to throw her a cocky comment, that a little mud isn't ever going to bring him down, but he decides against it. He’s not sure if his hesitation is caused by her ability to read between the lines, but the young man suddenly feels vulnerable, intimidated even.      “Yeah, I'm fine,” he says. “Let’s eat. Don't know about you, but I'm starving.”     She fakes a smile. Of course, she could eat after a morning like today, but she was hoping Dean would take the opportunity to get it off his chest.       A pleasant heat and the smell of bacon and toast welcome them like it does every working day, when Y/N pushes open the door to the cozy personnel hangout. Ellen’s breakfast is always something to look forward to, but today it’s a true gift from heaven. The rest of the crew sits down after having changed into dry clothes and wait impatiently for their bacon and eggs, as Bobby finishes his plate first. When the door creaks, Ellen looks up from behind the stove.      “Oh honey, look at you,” she says when Dean follows you inside. “Did you drown out there? You're soaked through.”      Her nephew hangs his dripping coat and Sheplers on the hat rack above the heater and is welcomed by his aunt with a clean towel, a warm flannel and a pair of jeans      “Why don't you freshen up first and put on some dry clothes. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold,” she insists.      “Thanks, Ellen.” Dean takes the neatly folded pile from her arms after which he places a short, genuine kiss on her hair and moves to the backroom to change.      Y/N can't help but smile when she sits down, delighted to witness the wrangler’s soft side for the second time today. The warmth spreads through her like the hot coffee that she swallows down and settles in the pit of her stomach. She folds her fingers around the mug as she takes another sip, peering over the edge at the man she is losing her heart to as he closes the door behind him. A kick against the shin awakens her from a trance, the action causing her to almost choke on her coffee. Jo sits across the table, her deadly glare demanding to get it together. Flustered and caught, Y/N averts her gaze at the plate that Ellen just set down under her nose.       “Dig in while it’s still warm, sweety,” she insists, oblivious of how the intern feels about her nephew.      Y/N does so, partly as an excuse to not look Jo in the eye and be confronted with her judgment. But when Dean enters the room again, cleaned up and wearing a comfortable red plaid flannel, she just has to take him in for a second. Before Jo can kick her leg again, someone knocks on the glass window from outside the cafeteria. Everyone looks up at the doorway when an old friend of Bobby’s appears.      “Well, I'll be damned,” Ellen says, delighted. “If it ain't Rufus Turner.”      The African American with a pearl white smile and a rascal look in his eyes enters the cafeteria.      “Ellen Singer, you haven't changed a bit.” Rufus takes his hat off for her, but then he turns to face her husband at the head of the table. “But you on the other hand,” he pats Bobby on the back, “- you got old.”      The joke attracts a laugh from the others.      “Good to see you too, Rufus,” the ranch owner responds.      “Grab a plate and dig in. There’s plenty,” Ellen offers.      “I’d love to, but if you don't mind, I wanna get down to business. I've got places to be later.” He puts his hat back on and turns to the rest of the company. “Mind if I steal him for a bit?”      “By all means, steal away.” Ellen smiles politely.      Bobby gets up and excuses himself. When he has left the room, the workers finish their breakfast. Nobody says anything, and although Y/N doesn't understand what has caused the grim mood, she keeps her mouth shut. Instead, she takes in the people surrounding her. Jo, Ellen, and Dean seem to ignore the elephant in the room, while Garth, Benny and Ash exchange puzzled looks. Rufus’s visit to the ranch has stirred things up. Who is he? A business partner? A trader, maybe?           When the break is over and the crew gets back to work, the air is more suffocating than it is on a hot day. It has nothing to do with the weather, though.      “Why is Bobby selling stock?”      It’s Ash who asks as the gang walks down to the paddocks between the stables. The question breaks the silence, but it also adds to the tension. Jo and Dean exchange a look, but both keep quiet, which isn’t sufficient for the worker with the odd haircut.      “That’s why Rufus is here, ain’t it?” Ash pushes, a worry in his tone that seems foreign for the carefree guy.       The head wrangler sighs and turns to his friend.       “Look, business has been slow, y’all know that. Rufus is here to discuss the value of the cattle, to explore our options,” Dean tries to reassure not just him, but the rest of his staff.      When he can read from Ash’s face that his reassurance doesn’t have much effect, he adds a few words he might regret later.  “No need to worry just yet. We’ll figure it out. Now let’s get to work.”      And so everyone does, some left with a few questions, but the leader of the team has managed to take away most of the concern. All this time, the intern hasn’t said a word. The young woman with a master’s degree in business and a nose for bullcrap only observes. She observes Dean, when he glances at his cousin, troubled, right after Ash walks off to fill the hay barn in the main pastures. She observes Jo, who looks at the ground and keeps quiet, as the two of them walk over to the paddocks to turn the horses in. She observes Bobby Singer and Rufus Turner, who are seated on the back porch of the house, accompanied by a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue, tied up in a dialogue that seems to be a negotiation more than it is a casual chat. She observes the handshake, the ‘glad to do business with you’ grin on Rufus’s face opposite of the defeat in the ranch owner’s eyes. So much for not needing to worry just yet.

     The early morning rain has cooled down the dusty lands and doesn’t allow the temperature to rise like it did the previous days. Clouds keep rolling in from the east, cutting off the sun. This weather suits Y/N better and she works extra hard now that her body doesn’t seem like it’s overheating. It gives her a good feeling that she is able to take some of the load from the other workers. Dean even allowed her to train two of the horses, since he had a meeting with Bobby. He didn’t return until an hour before supper. After dinner, Benny and Garth head to the shed to fix the tractor, that on top of everything else, started spilling oil. The rest of the crew is about to retreat back to the bunkhouse, when Bobby calls back one of the workers.      “Ash?” he says, his voice matching his serious expression. “Can you come into my office?”      “Sure thing, boss,” he responds, joining the ranch owner.      Dean can read from Ash’s facial expression that he’s uneasy, but doesn’t have a clue what is coming for him. The ranch hand who is in charge of the cattle probably assumes that Bobby is going to update him on the reason why Rufus was here. Shit, he wishes it was just a simple briefing. Poor bastard…      The head wrangler exhales as he walks on, shaking off the cold that hasn’t seemed to leave his body after the rainy morning. Jo follows him silently, kicking the clotty earth with her dragging feet, hands shoved down in the pockets of her denim jacket. Y/N is on his other side, wonderingly looking over at them every now and then. She has kept quiet long enough. So when they step up the stairs to the porch first, she drops the bomb.      “So, Ash is getting sacked, huh?”      Dean has stopped in his tracks and instantly shoots an angry glare at Jo. “You told her?!”      “I didn’t tell her jack shit!” she counters, insulted.       “She didn’t need to, Dean,” Y/N backs her up, having turned around before opening the front door. “Livestock sales have plummeted nationwide, yet Bobby is selling now, so times must be desperate. With no cattle to handle it’s only logical that Ash will be let go in order to cut down on costs. I have a business degree, remember? I can do the math. Here, you guys look like you can use these.”      During her flood of words, she had strolled to the fridge, taken out three beers, and popped the caps off with an opener. Not sure if he should be impressed or feel threatened by the intern’s knowledge, Dean takes the drink and has a swig of the brew. She’s right about more than a few things; he needed a beer.      “Is Bobby breaking it to him now?” she wonders.      Dean glances over at Jo, who leans back against the kitchen sink, nursing her bottle. It’s not something they would usually discuss with interns, but since she already seems to be fully aware of the situation and he trusts that she will keep this between them, he confirms with a nod.      “Damn…” Y/N ponders, biting her lip as her eyes drift away to nothing in particular. “How long has he been here?”      “For about five years now,” Jo thinks back, clearly sad about having to say goodbye to a good friend. “I can remember the day he arrived. He caught Dad’s eye at the Holbrook Rodeo, where he worked in the arena. He couldn’t keep a job long enough to rent himself a roof over his head, mostly because of his looks and his ‘fuck you’ attitude, but he was good with the bulls. That’s when Dad asked him to come work for him and for the first time, Ash found a place where he belonged. He’s been here ever since. Never stayed in one spot this long. Mom and Dad have a habit of taking the misfits under their wings.”      It’s quiet for a few long seconds, as Dean recalls Ash’s early days on the property. Then he goes back further, to the day he himself set foot on these lands, with nowhere else to go. They did exactly the same for him as they did for Ash; offered him a comfortable bed, warm food, a rewarding job. A safe haven where they didn’t have to worry about how to get through tomorrow, where they didn’t have to be scared. One would perhaps expect Bobby and Ellen to take Dean in, him being their nephew. But it didn’t matter that the funny looking bullfighter called Ash wasn’t related. He became family, too.      “How do you think he’s going to take it?”      It’s Y/N who breaks Dean’s train of thought.      He ponders for a moment before he answers. “I dunno. He’s a pretty chill guy these days, but this is so much more than just a job.”      Dean pauses, putting himself in Ash’s shoes for a moment. Who is he fooling? His friend is going to lose it.      “Guess we’re gonna find out in a moment,” Jo says, nodding at the portrait outside.      Y/N glances through the dirty window while Dean holds the bamboo fly curtain aside to step onto the porch. It’s Ash who approaches the bunkhouse, but he doesn’t have the swagger he usually has in his stride. The ranch hand is looking down at the ground, the soil he used to call home. Every muscle in his face tensed, balled fists move alongside him with each step. Dean watches the guy for a brief moment, then descends the stairs to meet with him, but Ash does not want any of it. Instead, his friend walks past him, dismissing the head wrangler.      “Ash. I--”      The words trigger something in the lean guy, because after taking two strides up the steps, he turns around, a pair of piercing eyes startling Dean.      “You knew, didn’t ya?” he questions, his voice heavy with frustration.      Dean needs a moment to recover, staring up at the cattle worker, but Ash doesn’t grant him that time.      “That whole ‘no need to worry, we’ll figure it out.’ It was bullshit and you know it. Hell, I ain’t surprised if you’re the one who decided that it was my ass to fire.”      There isn’t much Dean can say to that, because it’s true. He did know, he knew for a long time, and yes, it was him who told Bobby it had to be the man who’s standing before him right now.       “We…” Dean pauses to correct himself, because Ash is right; this is on him. “I didn’t have a choice.”       “Oh, but you did. Instead of telling me that things were gonna be A-okay, you could’ve told me what was gonna happen. But no, you were too fucking scared to look me in the eye and tell me the Goddamn truth,” the worker says accusingly.      Dean stares back at him, his jaw flexing, but then he looks away as he swallows down the guilt. He knew those words were going to bite him in the ass. When he straightens himself again, Jo has appeared in the doorway, with Y/N right behind her.      “Ash, we’re all sorry it went down as it did, and we wish it didn’t have to be like this--”      “Then why the fuck do I have to leave?!” he shouts at the daughter of the ranch owner, his eyes noticeably shimmering in the lights above the porch.      Jo isn’t impressed with his anger, on the contrary; she replies professionally calmly.       “I hate to see you go. Shit, we all do. But the ranch isn’t going to survive if Dad doesn’t cut costs,” she reminds him. “There’s barely any cattle left to maintain, and you were hired last.”      “Right. The ‘last in, first out’ rule. Then tell me, what the hell is  she  still doing here?”      Suddenly, the newest crewmember is dragged into the argument as Ash nods at Y/N. Her heart skips a beat when it dawns on her what he holds her accountable for; he thinks she stole his job. Shocked, Y/N looks at the man who directed the focus on her. It’s a side of him she didn’t know he had and is overwhelmed by the accusation, causing her mind to fail miserably when trying to form any kind of response. Feeling helpless and exposed, she glances at the other two, desperate for back up. Thankfully, the head wrangler got the message, because seeing Y/N’s expression change from compassionate to fearful, triggers something inside him.       “Y/N’s an intern,” Dean returns, the tone of his voice colder than a moment ago. “Y/N is still here because she doesn’t cost Bobby anything.”      But Ash disagrees. “She’s another mouth to fill, just like every single one of us. She has a horse here who needs a shit ton of feed--”      “- and she works hard for that,” Dean overrules him, staring him down. “Look, man. I know you’re pissed, I get it. But don’t you put this on her, it ain’t her fault.”       “Are you saying I don’t work hard for my pay?!” Ash snaps back angrily.      “I didn’t say that,” Dean rights, gesturing with a lowering hand to calm down. “I’m saying that down the line, Y/N is a free hand.”

     Ash scoffs at that, biting his lips as he looks away and clenches his fists, his knuckles pressed together in order to manage the exasperation. He’s so hurt and upset that he doesn’t even think about the consequences of the words that follow.       “Oh, she’s a free hand, alright,” he states, shooting the guy opposite of him a penetrating glare.       Jo gapes at Ash, mouth falling open, then turns her head to witness Y/N having the exact same reaction. Dean stares at Ash too, first in astonishment, wondering where he got the nerve to insinuate something like that. Within a second, that emotion is pushed aside by brewing anger. The need to defend her honor causes him to step towards Ash intimidatingly, but Jo gets in between before things escalate.      “Whoa, now! Can we just keep it cool and not get nasty?” she demands, having both Dean and Ash at arm’s length.       But Ash, apparently, isn’t done. “You’ve always been a screw around, man, but shit, I did not expect you to stab me in the back just to get in a girl’s pants,” he sneers, pushing Dean’s buttons and seriously applying for a punch in the face.      “This is fucking bullshit, Ash, and you know it!” Dean counters, so worked up over the allegation that his heart is beating out of his chest.       “Okay, that’s it! If you don’t shut your mouth right now I’m gonna pull out that mullet of yours!” Jo warns Ash before she turns to Dean. “And you need to walk it off, right now!”      The ranch owner’s daughter pushes him back gently in order to raise her finger at him sternly. He steps away, offering a little air to the suffocating clash, and so does Ash.      “Don’t bother, I’ll leave.” He scoffs. “That’s whatcha want, ain’t it?”       The cattle worker turns around, the rage slowly seeping from him, leaving the space for sadness and disappointment to fill. Y/N watches the guy, still mind-blown by all the words that were said, but now that a fight is avoided, she can only feel pity. The blame that he put on her and on Dean is only a response to his world crashing down on him. She cannot really condemn him for lashing out. After ten or more steps, the guy in a dirty shirt and a plaid jacket with the sleeves ripped off turns around. Normally everything about the guy is either hazardous or comical, depending on how well you know him, but not now. Not now that his eyes are glistening in pained emotion.     “This wasn’t just work, y’know. This is my life. This is home,” he says, his arms spread in desperation. “I thought that all of us here - that we were in this together. That we don’t turn our back on family.” He pauses, eyes fixed on Jo, then on Dean. He continues with a broken voice. “Y’all did exactly that.”      With those words, he turns away and heads off to his cattle, like he always does after dinner. Silenced, the three watch him leave, until Dean sighs and looks around lost, as if he hopes to find answers in the earth-colored gravel. He doesn’t look at Y/N, he’s doing everything to avoid her questioning, sympathetic gaze. When the air gets too thin to breathe, he walks away in the direction of the barn, off to his horses. The intern allows her eyes to linger on the defeated figure that becomes smaller as he drags his feet down the worn path to the stables, the grey sky above him that darkens by the minute only adding to the grim atmosphere. Instinctively, Y/N reaches for the handrail of the steps down the porch, intending to follow him, but Jo stops her.      “Let him be for a bit.”      Y/N halts and listens to her friend, then lets a breath slip from her dry lips. “So no one wins today, huh?”     “Nope. Not today,” Jo responds, moving through the doorway after throwing a glance at Ash’s silhouette in the far pasture. “Comin’? I have a bottle of something a-hell-of-a-lot-stronger-than-beer stashed somewhere.”       Y/N huffs and turns to join her. Jo pours her some rum in a jar, which she sips on silently as she looks out the window, watching the day end. But the alcohol cannot wash away her thoughts that are with the two ranch workers: the one who lost his friend, and the one who lost everything else as well.

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Agape and Pragma: Chapter 10

Pairings: OT7 (BTS) x Reader

Word Count: 2.2 k

Genre: Hybrid AU, Fluff, Angst, Sci-Fi, Crack, Smut

Chapter Specific Notes: Fluff, Angst, Crack?

Summary: Your entire world had be torn asunder by just one lab test. Time heals all wounds, but does it really? What will it take to feel whole again?

Hybrid Types: Peacock Jin, Serval Yoongi, Golden Retriever Hoseok, Gray Wolf Namjoon, Scottish Fold House Cat Jimin, Great Dane Taehyung, and French Lop Eared Rabbit Jungkook

a/n: Hi y’all! Long time no see! I hope you all enjoy this one!

<— Previous (Chapter 9)

The next morning you found yourself buried amongst hot, sweaty flesh; encapsulated in a divine prison of arms and heavy, muscular legs. Namjoon, still spooned behind you and his tail patting gently in his sleep, snored gently in your ear while Jimin purred against your chest. As hot and as sweaty as this was, there was no other way you’d rather wake up. 

God, were they beautiful.  Smiling, you reached out and stroked Jimin’s orange and cream striped hair away from his face. He purred even louder, nuzzling your chest. From behind, Namjoon went quiet and squeezed you in his arms. His voice was a little husky from sleep as he asked, “What about my pets?”

You giggled as he started kissing your neck. Into your chest, Jimin groaned, “Back off, I’m getting my reward for last night.”

“Oh are you now?”

There was teasing tone in Namjoon’s voice, but underneath it there was a harsh promise behind it, one of which made Jimin look up at him from your chest, trying to decide if further defiance was worth it. Apparently, it wasn’t worth it as he moved away enough for you to turn around, but not before leaning up and kissing you. It was a sweet kiss, but deep, as if he was trying to create a permanent connection between the two of you. You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, which earned you a low growl from behind you.

Namjoon carded his hand through your hair and gently grabbed it, pulling you from Jimin’s lips as Jimin whined. Your eyes were glazed over as Namjoon captured your lips. His kiss was far more hungry, igniting a fire in your core. When you let out the smallest of moans, his tail lightly thumped on the bed sheets. Jimin giggled, making Namjoon pull away from you to shoot him a small glare, but that tail never stopped thumping.

You reached towards him, rubbing the base of Namjoon’s ear, earning you a light, but happy groan. You smiled and whispered, “Sometimes, you really are like a puppy. All cute and sweet.”

At this, Namjoon buried his flushed face in the crook of your neck, making both you and Jimin giggle. Your little bubble of happiness popped at the soft, almost hesitant knock on the door. Your voices fall quiet as Jungkook gently called out, “Umm, breakfast is ready.”

Namjoon replied, “Thanks, we’ll be right down.”

Oh, god. Now, you remembered. You really did just sleep with two of your roommates, what’s worse is that you confessed that you wanted all of them. You buried your face in your pillow, groaning in frustration. Jimin nuzzled your neck, purring as Namjoon stroked your hair.

Gently, Namjoon said, “Hey… it’s ok. Everything will be ok. You’ll see.”

You lifted your head just enough to say, “But how can you be so sure, Namjoon? I just slept with the two of you. And there is no way the others didn’t hear us.”

This time, Jimin spoke. “Hey, you’d be surprised at how accepting we all are of this. Every single one of us wants this. You’ll see.”

You looked over at Jimin, searching his face. And in his eyes, you found no lies, only love and acceptance. You smiled gently at him. “Ok. I trust you. All of you.”

Jimin smiled and gave you a quick peck on the lips before leaping up and pulling on his underwear. Namjoon in the mean time rolled you over towards him and kissed your cheek, holding you for a moment. “It really will be ok. You worry far too much.”

You smiled at him. “Then it’s up to you to alleviate all my worries.”

Namjoon gave you a peck as well before playfully smacking the meat of your thigh. “Well, we can’t keep them waiting. We’re going to have to eat and have this talk sooner or later. Preferably sooner.”

He got out of bed before helping up as well. Immediately, you hissed, tender between your legs as cum began to trickle down your thighs. You blushed heavily. God, you hadn’t noticed it before but you were covered in sweat, cum, and hickies. Definitely a sight you didn’t want the others to see. Jimin and Namjoon giggled a little, making you pout. “Oh, stop it, you two! How come I’m the one with cum and bruises all over them while you two still look like some sort of… fluffy gods!”

This just made the two of them laugh even harder, which made you go redder in the face. Jimin replied, “Oh no, princess. You left quite a lot of marks yourself. We’ve got bruises; Namjoon’s arms are all scratched up and I wouldn’t be surprised if I have bald spot on my head form the way you were tugging on it last night.”

His tail waved about mischievously as he smirked at you, making you blush for a whole other reason. Namjoon wrapped his arms around you. “Now, now, you two. We’ll be teased quite a bit when we get downstairs, so let’s not start early. So, for now, let’s take a quick shower, clean little one up, then head down to breakfast. Deal?”

You nodded. “Deal.”

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Twenty minutes later, the three of you were clean and dressed. And now it was time to face the music. Namjoon and Jimin helped you downstairs, you were still tender after the previous night’s activities and stairs were not the most fun thing in the world.

Hesitantly, you entered the dining area, not sure of what you’d find. Once in there, you found the other five at the table, which surprised you beyond belief. Yoongi and Hoseok were leaning against each other, half awake. But the rest were wide awake. Jin swallowed as he stared at you three. “G-Good morning.” 

This startled Hoseok and Yoongi fully awake. Jin continued, “I hope you three have an appetite. I made pancakes, bacon, eggs, the whole nine yards.”

You smiled shyly at him. “Thanks, Jin.”

Namjoon led you over to your seat, pulling it out for you. The rest stared at you. You felt like a specimen under a microscope. Just as you settled in, Jin set a plate in front of you, with all your favorites. You looked up at him. “Thanks.”

He smiled back at you and hesitantly kissed the top of your head. You hummed encouragingly. This earned you a small cough from him and as he walked away, you noticed his ears flushing red. Once everyone had settled in with their food, you all ate in this weird, tense silence. God, how do you break this?

Well you didn’t have to wait long, because as per usual, Yoongi was blunt as ever. “Sounded like you three had fun last night. So are you guys all dating now? Just fuck buddies?”

You choked on your coffee at the mention of ‘fuck buddies.’ Jungkook patted you on the back as you sputtered. Namjoon replied, “Yoongi. Manners. And no we’re not fuck buddies. We’re hoping for a relationship. For all of us.”

The table went silent. You waited with bated breath. Jungkook broke the silence. “When you say all of us, do you mean all of us? All eight of us? In one relationship?”

Immediately, Namjoon responded, “Yes.”

It was a lot to swallow, that was for sure. You heard Hoseok call your name. “Is this what you want? Do you love all of us? Or are you just doing this to make us happy?”

“How could you say that? I love you! I love all of you! I just— it was hard for me to accept the idea that you, any of you, would want someone broken like me, let alone all of you. So, I kept my feelings in check. But now, now I have let myself free— I’ve let myself accept my feelings. I let myself love you, all of you. And I hope you… you all can accept my love in return. And to love each other, just as I love you.”

It was quiet again, all that could be heard was light breathing. You waited and hoped. You hoped Namjoon and Jimin were right. Taehyung broke the silence. “I’ve… I’ve probably loved you the longest, I’ve probably wanted you from the first time I met you. But, I’ve loved the other as well, just as strongly, but maybe in different ways. I have so much to give and I want to give each of you that love and I hope I can receive that love in return. I want to make this relationship work. So, I’m up for it.”

You smiled, reaching out to grab his hand, which he squeezed in response. It was times like these that Taehyung surprised you with his maturity. Yoongi was the next to speak. “What the hell? I think we were strangely destined for this weird love life from the beginning. I… I love you. All of you.”

Jin laughed as the faintest of blushes bloomed on Yoongi’s cheeks. “Hold on, I need to get a camera! I need to record him saying that!”

Yoongi yelled at him, blushing even further as he threw a bacon strip at Jin, making the rest of you laugh. Jin finally shook him out of his laughing fit, answering, “All that besides, you all know how much I love you all, even if you annoy me a lot. I want this, too.”

You smiled at him, then turned your attention to Hoseok and Jungkook. Hoseok answered, “Do you think I’m going to say no? Especially to you? Hell, I’ve been debating about asking Yoongi, you, or Jungkook here out for a while. It’s been too stressful trying to come to terms with my own feelings. I want you all as well.”

Yoongi and Jungkook both blushed at Hoseok’s confession. Honestly, how could he act so casual and confident as he confessed something like that? It was like he was just talking about the weather. You turned your attention on Jungkook. “Kookie?”

“Yes.”

You tilted your head, worrying that he was only telling you what you wanted to hear. “Kookie? We won’t force you into this.”

He sighed, “It’s just… it’s been a long time since someone returned my affection and to find out that not only you, but Hoseok as well—“

Namjoon coughed, turning bright red. You had to bite your cheek to keep from laughing. Jungkook sputtered for a moment, “And Namjoon, are apparently attracted to me in return, it’s too much to process all at once. But I am certain of one thing. I want this, I love all of you. And I want your love in return.”

At this Hoseok kissed his cheek, making his blush profusely, which earned some giggles from the rest of you. You glanced over at Jimin. He smiled at you with his signature crescent eyed smile. “You know me. I’ve got more love than I can handle. And like I said before: this will work, because each of us loves each other and wants this.”

You felt tears start to well up in your eyes. Jungkook gently wiped them away as sniffled. You looked over at him. God, he looked adorable with bedhead and his floppy ears also having little cowlicks. Once you had calmed down, you looked over at Namjoon, who looked off in the distance, deep in thought.

“What says you, Namjoon?”

He jumped a little as you called his name. He looked around the table at the others who all stared at him. Almost hesitantly he replied, “Yes. This is what I want. You all are my pack and I love you all.”

While his words seemed certain, his eyes told a different story. They looked almost… scared. Before you could ask, Namjoon’s phone went off and he sputtered out a curse. “Sorry, I forgot. I have an interview with a scientist in an hour. I’ll see you guys later and… we’ll finish this talk up later.”

He got up, taking his plate with him. He paused at the doorway, about to put his plate in the sink. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but at the last moment he decided against it, leaving you all at the table.

With your brow furrowed, you looked over at Jin. “Why… why didn’t he seem as happy about the relationship as the rest of you?”

With his face stuffed with pancakes, Jungkook replied, “Wolves are one of the few Hybrid types that are monogamous.”

Jin continued, “It’s even harder for him to accept because he’s the Alpha of his pack. Most of the time, only Alpha’s are the ones who mate for wolves. So he’s just feeling conflicted about being a polyamorous relationship, when his instincts are telling him that you’re only his. Just give him some time.”

You hummed your understanding. But even with their reassurance, you weren’t as convinced that time was all that was needed. You couldn’t help but worry that this would do more damage to Namjoon than good. What were you going to do?

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KEY M - Smut N - AU/Non-idol!bias & - In Progress % - Completed

:: OPTIONAL BIAS ::

Promises PG-13 (%) Action Adventure, Romance, Angst, (mild) Horror Summary: You get kidnapped by your crazy ex-boyfriend and can only hope someone finds you.

:: KIM NAMJOON / RM ::

Papa Bear (TBA)

:: KIM SEOKJIN / JIN ::

None at this time

:: MIN YOONGI / SUGA ::

Superstitious (TBA)

:: JUNG HOSEOK / JHOPE ::

Love Like This (TBA)

:: PARK JIMIN / JIMIN ::

Forbidden Fruits (M) (N) (%) hades!jimin x persephone!reader Greek Mythology, Fantasy, Romance, Angst Summary: Fruit forbidden is fruit most sweetest. Myth says if you eat the fruits of your captor, you are tied to them forever.

:: KIM TAEHYUNG / V ::

Beauty and the Beast (M) (N) (%) hades!taehyung x persephone!reader Greek Mythology, Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Horror Summary: He’s a monster no matter how you slice it. They say everyone is capable of being loved. Even a beast? Night Shift (N) (%) vampire!taehyung x human!reader Slice of Life, Romance, Comedy, Fluff Summary: Life with a vampire boyfriend was interesting. But you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Chaos PG-13 (%) demigod!taehyung x escort!reader Idol Life, Fantasy Adventure, Romance, Comedy Summary: Kim Taehyung of BTS just wants someone to go with him to the Seoul Fashion Week event. But when everyone else is busy, he’s left with no choice but to hire an escort.

:: JEON JEONGGUK / JUNGKOOK ::

Deeply Poisoned (M) (N) (%) hades!jungkook x persephone!reader Greek Mythology, Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Smut  Summary: Kiss me on the lips, a secret just between the two of us. Deeply poisoned by the jail of you. I cannot worship anyone but you and I knew the grail was poisoned but I drank it anyway. The Funhouse (M) (N) (%) vampire!jungkook x human!reader Fantasy Adventure, Fluff, Romance, Smut Summary: The carnival was in town and you couldn’t wait to hit the streets full of greasy fair food and the classic rides you grew up on. Accept there’s a new attraction this year. A funhouse. You wonder just how fun it is. Often (M) (N) (%) stripper!jungkook x reader Slice of Life, Comedy Summary: You’ve spent your whole life playing on the safer side of life. Keeping to your routine and what you knew to be your comfort zone. Until one night when your coworker-turned-friend decided to try and help you broaden your horizons.

Forbidden (M) (N) (%) demigod!jungkook x demigod!reader Action Adventure, Egyptian Mythology, Romance Summary: He’s the son of Anubis. You’re the daughter of Set. It’s a tale as old as time. Anubis and Set hate each other. But you and him……Not so much. It’s a tale of forbidden love. Secret Admirer PG-13 (N) (%) demon!jungkook x poor!reader Fantasy Adventure, Romance, Angst Summary: All you’ve ever known is struggle. You fight to survive every day and you’re grateful for the little things. But one night, when you make a wish at 11:11pm on the 11th day of the 11th month…….your whole world gets turned upside down. part 1 // part 2 // epilogue Rush Hour PG-13 (N) (&) officer!jungkook x reader ft officer!taehyung x oc (Nari) Action Adventure, Angst, Romance, Comedy Summary: You and your best friend are being framed for a crime you didn’t commit and there’s only two people who believe you. Agent Inspector Jeon of the Busan Police Department and Detective Kim of the Daegu Police Department. Can they rescue you before it’s too late? part 1 // Spring Cleaning PG (N) (&) personal assistant!jungkook x ceo!reader Fluff, Romance, Comedy Summary: Your mother built you to be a thriving business machine. However, in her old age, she’s growing soft and wants grand kids to spoil. Your home and yard are a mess due to your busy schedule. So your mother attempts to kill two birds with one stone. chapter 1 // chapter 2 // chapter 3 // chapter 4 The Magicians PG-13 (N) (&)  Fantasy Adventure, Romance, Angst, Comedy  Summary: You didn't really have a whole lot to live for. You really just wanted friends. People who cared about you. But when you stumble upon a burning building, you may have just changed your mind. Be careful what you wish for, dear one.  meet the magicians // headcanons 1 // prologue // chapter 1 // chapter 2 // chapter 3 Moon Monsters PG-13 (N) (&)  werewolf!bts, werewolf!got7  Fantasy Adventure, Romance, Angst, Comedy  Summary: You're the CEO's new personal assistant. But there's something strange about him and the company you're working for.  meet the packs // theme song // prologue // chapter 1 // chapter 2 // chapter 3// chapter 4 // chapter 5 // chapter 6 // chapter 7 // chapter 8 // chapter 9 (M) // chapter 10 (M)

Love Bytes PG-13 (N) (&) vampire!bts, possible other vampire clans Fantasy, Adventure, Romance, Mild Angst, Slice of Life (future smut) Summary: They say if it’s too good to be true, it usually isn’t. You and your roommate Ebony are struggling. But that may soon be over with the help of seven men that call themselves Bangtan. But there’s always a catch, right? Being two maids to seven men can’t be all that bad, though. meet the Bangtan clan // prologue // Kill Me, Save Me PG-13 (N) (&) pirate!bts, pirate!exo Fantasy Adventure, Romance, Angst, Comedy Summary You’re not just one of the seven legendary pirate lords, but you’re also the captain of the only all-female pirate crew to sail the seven seas. You’ve spent years pillaging and plundering. But now your time is up. A curse. There’s only one thing that can save you. A great treasure. But what happens when Bangtan are after the very same thing? theme song // meet bangtan // prologue (M) Girl Meets Evil PG-13-M (N) (&) mafia!bts, gang!bts, mafia!vixx, gang!vixx Action Adventure, Romance, Comedy, Angst Summary How could something so bad taste so sweet? All you wanted was an iced white chocolate mocha no whip extra ice on a hot summer’s day. theme song // meet the gangs // prologue // chapter 1

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