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You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt: Part 2

Part 1

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Growing up, people told Y/n that you could die from a broken heart—that the stress on your heart strings could weaken, and all that’s left is the pain in your chest.

Y/n thought her heart would fail her, rupture all that’s left of her and leave her body to decompose. She believed that, if her broken heart wasn’t going to kill her, loneliness and lack of sleep would push her towards her end.

Moving on—something that seemed so simple yet so impossible for Y/n to do.

When the hurt in her chest and the hallucinations from exhaustion started to become too much for her to handle, she was willing to do anything to help herself. She started taking up yoga sessions, started writing music, even started cooking in an attempt to bring herself back from whatever hell she was in.

She even considered moving on; meeting a man at a bar and getting to know more about him rather than his drink order. But something seemed so wrong about that—something was unsettled inside of her at the thought of being with someone who wasn’t Harry.

The image of Jessica in Harry and Y/n’s t-shirt was enough to haunt her nearly every hour of the day. She started going mental, constantly wondering what they were doing together in the moments she was most vulnerable. She wondered about their love life, their future, their interests. She thought about everything.

It wasn’t until Gabby was determined to mend the broken girl raiding her house, finding any possible excuse to give her a sense of life again, that Y/n found the slightest bit of hope.

Y/n was losing it, entirely, and Gabby refused to continue being a bystander.

Gabby had set Y/n up on a blind date only a couple weeks back, practically begging her to seize every opportunity she possibly can to get over Harry. It was all Gabby could do to help her, considering nothing quite helped Y/n’s well-being since the breakup.


“Oh, he’s just so perfect!” Gabby squealed, clapping her hands before gripping tightly around Y/n’s wrists in excitement. “He’s gorgeous! Amazing blue eyes—breathtaking, really! And he’s so sweet, Y/n! I haven’t met a single person who’s disliked him and he’s such an amazing photographer! And his teeth! His teeth are marvelous! Do you know how hard it is nowadays to find a man with nice teeth? I mean—“

By then, Y/n had dozed off, and it wasn’t for any personal reason against Gabby; she’s appreciated every bit of hard work to help her through the heartbreak Y/n’s been dealing with nearly half of a year now. It’s just that she wasn’t ready to move on, not that she didn’t want to.

It had been nearly five months, which may seem like such an abundance of time to rid feelings for somebody, but did time really help moving on from someone she’d planned to spend the rest of her life with? It seemed nearly impossible. She could barely see herself looking at other men in a romantic sense, how could she see herself going on a date with somebody? Especially when she was still in love with somebody else?

She was biting the bullet with letting time heal her, but she felt that was the only way. Nothing more could help her. If anything, she believed dating would make it worse, if she were being honest.

But the look of excitement Gabby had at the mere thought of Y/n being happy again was something Y/n found nearly impossible to resist. Besides, she had definitely been overstaying her welcome at Gabby’s house no matter how much Gabby’s tried to deny it and has put so much stress onto her that maybe, just maybe, doing this one favor for all that she’s done for her.

“So, what do you say?”

Y/n blinked harshly when Gabby’s voice drowned out all the scrambled thoughts in her head, shaking her head slightly to regain her understanding of reality.

“What?”

“Monmouth Coffee Shop at noon tomorrow. Dan really wants to meet you, Y/n! Please!”

Y/n’s eyes widened, snapping her head up to meet Gabby’s hopeful eyes.

“The Monmouth?! Are you crazy?! That’s Harry’s favorite coffee shop, you know that! Dan and Harry probably know each other, that’s how much he goes there!”

Gabby’s eyes narrowed as her lips pursed, gaze directing toward the ceiling in thought.

“Harry? Harry who? I don’t remember who that is, never heard that name in my life.”

Her tone reeked with sarcasm, which made Y/n’s eyes nearly roll to the back of her head. As much as she wished Gabby’s negative remarks about Harry were comedic, there was always something about them that infuriated her. She always supposed it was the instinctual aspect of loving someone so much.

Gabby sighed as she reached her hand up to rub Y/n’s shoulder gently.

“Look,” she began, “you’re my best friend and I hate seeing you like this. You’re not the same Y/n I always knew, and I think you see yourself that way, too. And in all honesty, I don’t give a fuck about Harry anymore. As sadistic and twisted as it sounds, I don’t care about his emotions, or how he feels. He did this to you. He killed a part of you and I feel it’s my obligation to help you through this. So, please, go out with Dan tomorrow. He works at Monmouth, he’ll meet you before his shift starts at 1:30.”

Gabby’s arm slid off of Y/n’s shoulder at the shadow of uncertainty behind her eyes. Even though Gabby understood all the pain and hesitation, she didn’t want to see Y/n suffer another day. She just couldn’t.

“Please,” she whimpered, “Dan has been the only sense of hope I’ve gotten to make you happy again. Just do this one thing, please? And if it doesn’t work, then you can blame me. I’m just trying here.”

Y/n coughed slightly, her inability to say no wearing off of her at Gabby’s desperate pleads. It was an opportunity to turn things back around in her life, and if it didn’t go as planned, she really didn’t have anything more to lose.

She nods her head softly.

“Yeah—yeah, okay. I’ll meet him.”

Maybe this would be good for her.


Dan is lovely, always caring for Y/n and making sure she feels like loyalty whenever she’s around. He puts her first, in everything, and made a rule that the date can’t end until I hear you laugh at least six times.

It’s cute, really, how effortless he is at giving someone so much attention. Y/n likes it—loves it, even, but it still never feels right to her. She sees something with him, but nothing long term, not in the way she sees Harry.

But he’s good for her now, when she’s at her worst and needs someone to be there for her. He’s able to provide her with the company she desperately needs in order to cure the possible fatalities that came with her broken heart.

“Thank you for the coffee, it was great.” Y/n smiles softly, her cheeks blushing slightly as she traces the rim of her coffee cup.

It’s nearly their tenth date, and they still meet at the Monmouth at noon before his shift. It’s become a routine for them, meeting together at noon before Dan drops her off at the parking station. It became something they both looked forward to throughout their week, and soon became more of a tradition between them.

Dan grins, almost instinctively wrapping his arms around Y/n’s shoulders so that her head makes rest on his chest. He sighs, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head before resting his chin where his lips once were.

“Of course. I’ll be getting out at around 6 o‘clock so maybe I can stop by for a few? Maybe watch a movie?”

He knows the answer before she says it—his constant attempts to get closer to her always seeming to fail. There’s always a hesitation, or always an excuse to prevent them from being alone together.

He’s well aware that there are parts of her that need to be fixed, still being completely destructed by her ex-lover. He’s tried tirelessly to get her to open up and to trust him, but there’s a thick barrier still in their way of each other. It disheartens him, to know she refuses to let him in.

She sighs, guilt evident in her breath as she softly pushes away from him.

She does that often, he’s noticed it.

She feels horrible for doing so every time. Everything between them has remained stagnant, nothing being built so that nothing could be knocked down. It’s not that Y/n doesn’t trust him, it’s that Y/n doesn’t trust herself. She’s still in love with someone else, and she can’t hurt Dan—not in that way.

“I think I’m just going to—“

“Yeah, I know.” Dan nods, arms moving to cross at his chest, “I get it. Just like every other time.”

Y/n reaches her shaking fingers to brush her hair behind her ear, guilt flashing in her eyes as she refuses to meet his gaze. She’s familiar with the look he has on his face well enough to know he’s upset again, being constantly shut down by her.

“I’m so sorry, Dan.” She whispers, “But I’m trying. I want to keep trying with you. If you let me.”

He looks unconvinced, as he’s been hearing this for a while now. But something inside of him can’t quit her, no matter how much his intuition tells him she’s a dead end. Maybe he feels sorry for her on a level he’s never felt sorrow for somebody else. No matter how much she hides it, she really does need him. Not in a romantic level, but she does need him to show her that he cares for her and that he’ll always be there. She needs that sense of security, and he’s the only one that can provide it for her.

“Yeah,” he nods, “we can keep trying. It’s okay, I’m here for you.“


Harry had been living in his studio for the past couple of weeks. It certainly wasn’t ideal, but it was much better than sleeping on his and Y/n’s bed—alone.

That’s all he’s felt since their break up—lonely. It’s quite strange, considering Harry had millions of supporters, an entire band throughout his solo career, and producers around him nearly every hour of the day. He used to complain that he never had alone time anymore, that between all the constant traveling and being at the peak of his career, it was hard to find time for himself.

But now, in the midst of everything happening in his life, he wishes to feel that sort of hustle again.

Y/n was the person that kept him grounded through everything. She was the one consistency in his life, which gave him all the more reasons to love her. Whenever he was overwhelmed with the pressure put on him, or feeling homesick during his travels, she was always the one to keep him at bay and give him a sense of clarity.

Home hadn’t become a house, instead, Y/n’s heart. Wherever she was, he felt at home. Even when she was half way across the world, it was her voice that brought him back and reminded him that, no matter how much he missed the walls of familiarity, home was always a phone call away. She gave him that sense of comfort everywhere she went, it was truly amazing.

And when he broke up with Y/n, he didn’t think of how much everything around him would be affected. He thought time would do them best—would help mend the relationship that seemed to be collapsing beneath their feet. Their connections were lost, replaces by uncomfortable silences and unbarring arguments.

He didn’t think of the consequences when he did it. He didn’t think about how lost he’d become, or how he had no place to call home, or how there was no consistency in his life anymore. There were so many aspects of his life that Y/n had given him—so much of them that he didn’t realize until she moved out.

It was the exact reason he started dating Jessica. She was a great distraction, a beautiful woman to take his mind off of everything.

They weren’t much of anything. Nothing about them was exclusive besides what the media saw of them: boyfriend and girlfriend moving in together in London. It was far from the truth, really. He was with her to terminate his dry spell and rid his loneliness, and she was with him because he infatuated her.

He ended it all, though, that same morning Y/n found Jessica wearing their shirt. The entire incident gave him a realization; that nobody could fill his void like Y/n did.

The fear of losing her forever and making her believe he was in love with somebody else was enough to break him out of his selfish ways. She had been waiting for him for months, and when he returned, he wasn’t the same man he was.

Not only did Harry know that Y/n lost all her faith in him—he lost all faith in himself, as well.


“I’m so screwed, Nick. I fucked up everything. Everything.”

Harry was laying with his back flat against the studio couch, hands rubbing down his face as he tried to steady his harsh breathing.

It was just after he had run into Y/n at the grocery store, where she had seen Jessica wearing Harry and Y/n’s t-shirt. Although he was practically mute during the encounter, everything hit him at once after Y/n and Gabby walked out.

He called Nick in a hurry, incoherent and completely disoriented from the tears he’d broken down into. Everything he thought would be mended completely fell down on them—all because of him.

“Jessica was wearing the shirt with the—fuck, you know the shirt, and Y/n saw and she was such a mess, Nick. I didn’t even say anything to her, she was practically begging me to say something and I didn’t say a word.”

Nick sat cross-armed on one of the chairs, directly across from Harry. He wished he could have felt remorse seeing Harry in such distress, however, he never agreed with Harry’s actions and made it clear numerous times. In his eyes, this was karma’s ticking time bomb.

“You tend to be a real jackass sometimes, you know that?”

Harry lifted himself up so that he could sit properly. His body slumped against the back of the couch, head rested in his palm as he coughed uncomfortably at Nick’s choice of words.

“You let go of the best thing that’s ever happened to you and then you just move on, as if she meant nothing, and you think you just fucked it all up now? Over the goddamn t-shirt?”

Harry scowled at him.

“I haven’t moved on, and it’s more than just a t-shirt, you know that. That was ours.” Harry defended, glaring over at his direction.

“So why was Jessica wearing it after you fucked her on the bed you and Y/n shared every night for the past three years?”

Something about Nick’s words gave Harry a foul taste in his mouth. As much as he wished Nick didn’t say it in that way, that’s exactly what Harry did, and knowing he had to live with that for the rest of his life made his stomach flip inside of him.

He really did fuck it up. Nothing he did was excusable, nothing he did was forgivable. He betrayed the one woman he loved so dearly—the one woman he’d always consider his soulmate. He really, really fucked it up.

He gulped as he tried to find words to justify himself. There was really nothing he could say.

“She—she had just put it on while I was sleeping and when—when I noticed she just wouldn’t shut up about breakfast and I couldn’t just be like ‘Hey, Jess, could you take off that shirt? That belonged to me and my ex-girlfriend and I don’t appreciate it?’ How could I do that?”

He sighed, leaning his face into the palm of his hands as he looked back onto his experiences with Jessica. Was it all worth it? Was she really worth all of this?

“She means nothing to me, Nick. I lost the girl I love for somebody who doesn’t mean anything to me.” He whispered, “How do I live knowing that?”


It’s nearly two in the afternoon when Harry finally decides to leave his studio. He’s been working on some songs he found himself writing during his free time, something he found therapeutic throughout the past couple of months.

Recording and writing have become the only distractions that seem to work for Harry. Everything else became temporary. Writing out his emotions and singing the words he wishes he could say has been the only sense of closure he’s had in a while.

“Dan! Long time no see!” Harry smiles when he enters Monmouth, a familiar face being something he finds so relieving.

Dan looks up from his register, reaching over the counter to give Harry a hug as he greets him enthusiastically.

“Haven’t seen you in quite a while. On your lunch break?”

Harry nods as his eyes squint, reaching for the back of his neck as he reads over the menu.

“Yeah, kind of in a hurry today if you don’t mind. Can I just get a medium coffee with almond milk, please? And a slice of apple pie, feeling kind of brisk today.”

Dan works his fingers across the cash register, yelling out his order to the barista before making small talk about the weather. Considering Harry hasn’t been seen in Monmouth nearly as much as he used to, they both found it nice to catch up with each other for the short while they’ve been distanced.

When Dan reaches over to give Harry his spare change, an all too familiar silver ring catches his attention immediately. At first glance, he swears his heart stopped beating.

There’s no way, there’s just no way that could be the ring Harry gave to Y/n. Dan and Y/n have never met before, considering she had only visited here a handful of times during Harry’s lunch break. And even then, she would just stand patiently by the door while Harry waited to retrieve his order.

There’s just no way, but the top of the rose has a particular rust on it that resembles Harry’s perfectly—and no matter how long it’s been since he’s seen it, he’ll never forget what it looks like.

Harry’s hand grips onto Dan’s wrist instead of reaching out to grab the spare change laying upon his palm, flipping over his hand to inspect the silver ring snug almost too perfectly around his finger. He’s aggressive, movements harsh and face tight with anger, but at this point in time, the last thing Harry’s worried about is Dan’s slightly intimidated composure.

“Where did you get this?”

Unlike his demeanor, his voice is soft and breaking between each word. There’s an unrecognizable shift in his eyes when he sees the wear and tear Harry knows he caused before gifting it to Y/n. This is most definitely his, and knowing Y/n was the one who gave it to him makes him nearly throw up all the contents in his stomach.

“Girlfriend gave it to me,” Dan smiles “well, not really my girlfriend yet. But you know how they are. I told her I liked it and she insisted I have it.”

Harry swallows the lump in his throat, making him nearly whimper when he opens his mouth to speak.

He’s never felt so much pain before. The breaking that was once only in his heart spread like wildfire across every bone and ligament in his body. It burns, the sudden realization that Y/n has a boyfriend, that Y/n is no longer going to be there—waiting for him—the way he always expected her to be, that Y/n has taken it upon herself to seek revenge on him so that he can feel everything she felt that one Sunday morning at the grocery store.

And it’s then he realizes that this is nothing compared to everything he’s put her through. In his favor, this is just a stupid ring her gave her for her birthday because he loved the way she twisted it around his finger. It didn’t have much value between them, just something small they shared. He couldn’t imagine the hurt he would have now, standing her, if Dan were wearing their Lover t-shirt.

“Wh—What’s her name?”

His voice is in a whisper now, only the slightest bit of hope draining from his body when he hears Dan speak again.

“Y/n. She’s a good girl, you’d like her.”

Harry almost laughs. You’d like her. He has no idea, he’s in love with her.

It’s as if every part of Harry’s body begins to shut down. Maybe it’s from the shock, or the overbearing pain he feels in his chest, but he suddenly begins to feel lightheaded. His muscles turn numb and all his orientation seems to scramble as if he’s intoxicated.

Dan’s eyes narrow when he sees all the color drain from his face, his eyes widened and soaked with tears. He watches as he nearly falls backward, only to balance himself with his foot when he takes a proper step away from the counter.

“Harry? Harry, you alright?”

Never fucking say my name again is the first proper thought that his brain can register. But his throat is tight and his tongue is numb. He attempts to take a breath of air, but he feels like his lungs are collapsing in his chest, preventing him from doing anything besides stumble uncoordinatedly out of the Monmouth doors.

He’s falling apart—that’s exactly what it feels like. He feels like every limb is falling from his body as he walks towards his car. He doesn’t know exactly how he’s moving, even if he’s stumbling on his own two feet and colliding into stranger’s bodies as he does so, he doesn’t understand how his body finds the strength to keep moving.

Y/n moved on. Y/n’s dating Dan. Y/n gave his ring to him. It’s all over, everything is over.

“No” he mumbles frantically, jealously flowing in his veins, chest heaving from the sobs that are threatening to spill out of him, “no, no no no.”

He starts to wonder where he’s missed it, and exactly how long it’s been since Y/n moved on. She was so broken at the grocery store the other week; what could have possibly altered her feelings that quickly? Did Dan really impact her that much?

But that’s his girl. Y/n is his girl, she’s the one he was so sure he was going to spend the rest of his life with. Even with Jessica, even with everything that’s happened, Y/n is his soulmate, and there isn’t anything in the world that can convince him otherwise.

Nobody is going to take her from him. He refuses to believe she belongs to somebody that isn’t him; there isn’t an atom in his body that doubts their companionship.

Before he thinks twice—before he really gives himself a chance to stop himself—Harry slides his cell phone out of his back pocket once he reaches his car. He slumps against the hood as his fingers work furiously across his screen.

There has to be something, at least some sort of proof that this is really happening to him, that this isn’t in a nightmare he can easily wake himself out of. There had to have been a hint, a warning for him to have. She would have never moved on without saying something to him. They were so strong together, she would have never left without closure.

Nothing about it makes sense.

And then, he sees it.

He falls to his knees, hitting the concrete harshly below him. His body gave out from beneath him, his muscles and bones failing him.

It’s there, right in front of him, mocking him and all the shitty decisions he’s made. It’s there—on Y/n’s private Instagram page—a picture of Dan holding Y/n’s hand on top of a table in Monmouth, Harry’s ring wrapped perfectly around his pointer finger.

Steele rose has never looked so good xx.

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Summary: After a nightmare about your ex, you start to rethink what happened in your relationship and try to get some closure.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2629

Warnings: Aganst, All flashbacks are in italic and there is some fuffly lost in there.

A/N: So this fic is extremely personal, I never wrote anything like this so I hope you enjoy.

I can not even thank you enough this time @drinkfantasy , you rock and I love you

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

You wake up, sweat all over your body and with your heart pounding in your chest. For a few seconds your mind try to understand what just happened, than you know. You just had a nightmare, not just any nightmare but one with your ex-boyfriend.

Details of the nightmare are useless, the only thing that matters is that he was there in your mind… again. It was normal for you to have nightmares; you used to have them all the time when growing up, as an adult they were less frequent but more brutal and they are usually about Bucky.

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Guardian Angel - Part 4 - Jimin angst

Originally posted by bwipsul

I’m thinking about making this AU a series? Like, all of the members have their own stories with their charges and references to other members? What do you guys think lmao

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6
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“Go on another date with me.” Jimin said, cutting off your speech about how he should confess to Mina.

“What- Another- Jimin- This was a date?”

“I said it was a date, didn’t I?”

“I thought you were joking!”

“No. I’ve never been so serious about anything in my entire life.”

You stared at him in shock across the table, and he met your gaze evenly. One, two, three minutes you spent staring at each other before you cracked and burst out laughing, dismissing this whole thing as one of his intricate jokes.

“Okay, fine. If you wanna hang out, we’ll hang out.”

“Date.”

“Hang out.”

“Date.”

“Hang out.”

“Why won’t you let me take you on a date?” Jimin burst, surprising you.

“Because you love Mina!”

“I love-”

He suddenly stopped, falling backwards so his back was planted firmly against the back of his seat as if some kind of invisible force had forcibly stopped him.

“Lay off, Jimin,” Namjoon warned, a hand resting on Jimin’s shoulder. “Ease her into it.”

I don’t have the time to lay off, Namjoon! She’s sick!

“Does she look sick? I don’t know what happened but she looks fine. You can’t rush her into this.”

Namjoon, I love her.

“I know you do, but she thinks you love Mina and isn’t going to just accept it if you confess your love in this shitty place.”

Listen-

“No, you listen to me, Jimin,” Namjoon had started using the tone of voice whenever one of the younger Guardians were playing up. Immediately, Jimin froze and fell silent. “Look at her, and look at her properly.”

You were staring at Jimin, mouth set in a kind of defiant way that he would have found annoying from anybody else but it looked so right on your face.

But your eyes…. Your eyes didn’t fit the expression on your face. They were stormy, as if you were fighting with yourself or something else. They were sad and full of happiness and they were so beautiful, Jimin didn’t think he had ever looked into them for so long before.

“Just… Leave her alone for a while. You can’t rush these things. Whilst you know she’s yours, she’s still just a human. She won’t understand if you’re suddenly all over her.”

Jimin sighed, long and resigned.

Fine.

“So…” Jimin said, feeling slightly embarrassed from his seemingly random near-exclamation of love. “Do you wanna go do something else? I’m free all day.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Anything!” Jimin said. “Let’s do something fun!”


Three weeks passed in a similar fashion and suddenly, Jimin was a constant in your life. He was everywhere that you went and usually, that would have annoyed you, but it was different with Jimin. You liked it.

The two of you did everything together. You went shopping (or, rather, attempted; most of the time was spent dressing Jimin up in the ugliest clothes you could find) and would go for coffee and spend hours in the café just chatting until it went dark. You would have your normal movie nights every Saturday evening but he had started to stay over and the two of you would make pillow forts in the living room and sleep downstairs on the floor together.

“What are the plans for today?” Jimin asked, coming out of your ensuite bathroom and flopping onto your bed, hair dripping water everywhere.

“Jimin! Why are you like this,” You whined, pushing him away from you slightly when he tried to rub his soaked hair all over your clothes. “Mina just text me, actually.”

His body froze up and he closed his eyes, lips moving in a fast prayer.

Has she told you?

“She said that we hadn’t hung out in forever and we should all meet up. How about it?”

No!

“Yeah, sure. What is she suggesting?” Jimin asked, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling.

“She didn’t specify, but I want to go to the cinema. That new film came out today that I was telling you about the other day!”

He sat up, using the towel that he had previously draped across the back of his neck and scrubbing his hair furiously.

“Sweet, good idea. Look online for movie times and I’ll go and get ready. Tell her the plans.”

With that, Jimin disappeared back into your bathroom to look for the hairdryer.

Usually he left his hair to dry naturally because it was better for it and his hair felt like straw anyway, but Jimin wanted to get ready as fast as possible. No time for air drying now.

“There’s a showing at two!” you called from your bedroom and Jimin smiled despite himself. You sounded so excited, how could he not find that adorable?

“Okay, good! I’m driving.”

“Should we pick up Mina on the way?”

Jimin almost dropped the hairdryer as he lifted it up to his head. It had only been about a minute and he had already forgot that this was a group outing with Mina. It was like fate was throwing a cruel reminder of his grave mistake into his face.

In all honesty, however, Jimin would take that cruel reminder and all of the guilt that came with it a thousand times over if it meant that you were in perfect health like you had been since that night.

“Sure, whatever.” Jimin replied to you, before turning on the hairdryer.

He didn’t want to pick Mina up. He didn’t want to hang out with Mina, or see Mina, or even be near Mina. She was the personification of the hate that Jimin had for himself  and whilst he had nothing against Mina personally, he hated the mere thought of her.

How could he have possibly thought that she was the one for him? How could he have been so goddamn ignorant?

“Blasphemy, Jimin”

“I don’t give a God fucking shit, Namjoon.” Jimin hissed through his teeth, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hear him over the sound of the hair dryer.

“Jeez, what’s got your panties in a bunch?”

“Like you don’t know. You’re always listening to whatever I’m doing.”

“Well, I have to give it to you, yours is one of the most interesting cases I’ve ever seen.”

“Thanks.” Jimin gritted his teeth, running his hands through his hair with perhaps too much strength and winced when he tugged painfully at the roots.

Namjoon was silent, just watching the younger boy try not to have a breakdown whilst drying his hair. To anybody else watching, Jimin would look like he was just being unnecessarily dramatic about his hair, but even to Jungkook, who literally could not care about Jimin’s problems on top of his own with his charge, Jimin’s case was worthy of attention. And, surprisingly, perhaps for the first time in his entire existence, Namjoon was at a loss with what advice he could give. Jimin was, quite literally, entirely on his own with this.

He finished with his hair and quickly patted some BB cream across his face so he didn’t look quite as shit as he did before, and then he returned to your room where you were just finishing up on your eye makeup.

You turned to face him when he came out of your bathroom and smiled at him fondly, the sight of your joy making his heart tug painfully. Sighing long and hard, Jimin flopped back down onto your bed and groaning dramatically.

Laughing, you went to sit next to him and smacked him really hard on the ass. “Stop whining. I thought you’d be happy to see Mina!”

He groaned again, deep in his throat, at your obliviousness. He had never considered it before but perhaps you were dim?

“Actually, thinking about it, we haven’t spent any time with her at all for the last few weeks…” You sounded troubled by this thought, so Jimin sat up and took your wrists into his hands, then proceeded to stare into your eyes with as much sincerity as he could muster.

You looked at him bewilderment, wondering what he was about to say that was worthy of such a build up, but all he said was;

“Good.”

“Oh for God’s sake- Park Jimin!” you scolded him, smacking him lightly on the chest and shoving him away. He whined loudly again, pressing his face into your pillow and you smacked his butt again. He laughed despite himself. “If you get makeup all over my bedding again, I’m going to murder you myself.”

He turned over and watched as you flung your wardrobe open. “What are you doing?”

“Getting dressed, what does it look like?”

“But you’re already dressed?” Jimin questioned, watching as you rifled through the dresses you owned. “You hate wearing dresses?”

“I know, but I have to look somewhat decent next to Mina,” you said casually. “I can’t go out with her dressed like this, I might as well have come out of the sewer if I stand next to her looking like this.”

Outraged, Jimin leapt off the bed and placed a firm hand on the door of your wardrobe, shutting it sharply.

“You look perfect literally all the time Y/N, what the hell are you talking about?”

Blushing slightly at his comment and sudden proximity, you just shrugged. “She’s so much prettier than I am. I need to at least-”

“No, she isn’t,” Jimin said, reaching suddenly and placing a hand on the back of your neck and guiding your face so you were staring directly at him. “You are so, so beautiful that it makes my heart hurt. What your wearing now is perfect- actually, I love it more than anything else you’ve ever worn.”

It was true, Jimin was quite taken to the fact that you were wearing one of his shirts and just some ripped skinny jeans. It was just the right level of casual that suited you so well and he’d be damned if anybody, even yourself, thought that it wasn’t good enough.

“But-”

“No buts,” Jimin said, turning away from the wardrobe and settling on your bed again. “Except for yours maybe, It’s really cute.”

“Jimin!” you gasped, rushing to the bed and grabbing one of your cushions to smack him around the face. He stood up quickly to dodge your weapon, and as he stood up he pulled you down by your arm. As you went flying back down onto the bed, your free hand swung up to grab onto his sweater and you yanked him down ontop of you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

The two of you lay there in shock, his mouth dangerously close to yours, and the two of you stared at each with no movement to get away from this compromising position.

His breath blew over your face and he had never, ever, been this close to you before. You could see every detail of his skin, every colour in his eyes that you adored so much, and you could have sworn he inched ever so slightly closer. His lips, so luscious that you caught yourself staring at them, pressed together before they parted again and this time the way he moved closer was noticeable. He inched closer and closer to your lips and yours parted in preparation and he was so close you could almost taste him-

Your phone rang.

Cursing loudly, Jimin all but leapt off you and the way he was so eager to get away from you stung slightly, but you shook it off as you reached for your phone.

It was just Mina.

Shaking your head, you answered your phone and walked out of your bedroom; seemingly just to take the call, but your cheeks were burning, in embarrassment at the position the two of you were in, and hurt that he had all but ran away from you.

Did he not see you like that? Did he think you were unappealing, and that was why he jerked away from you so fast? Did he not want to kiss you? Because you sure as hell wanted to kiss him.

In your bedroom, Jimin was running his hands through his hair frustratedly, ruining the perfectly done hairstyle. How could he have been so stupid? He didn’t even know if you liked him, how could he dare to put you in that position and all but force himself onto you? He was ashamed of himself and his cheeks were burning in embarrassment. How could he look at you after he had behaved like that?

Sighing, he messed up his hair again before returning to the bathroom to take a breather and fix the mess on top of his head.

He would calm himself down and then act like nothing happened. If you wanted to talk about it, Jimin would talk about it, but he didn’t want you to be embarrassed because of his hasty actions.

It wasn’t right to act like that. He should have asked permission, he should have made it much more romantic, he should have-

“Jimin? Mina is ready, we can go and get her and get something to eat if you want?”

Great. You didn’t want to be alone with him anymore.

What had he done?
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Empty Libraries: Part Two

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: In which we meet a bunch of new friends, and experience a bit of a let-down.

Warnings: Swearing, I guess?

A/N: This took me so long, but I’m happy with the way it turned out! Thanks for all the positive vibes, it really means a lot (all 1800 of you!! what?!). And thank you to my sister @secretschuylersister for reading this over and validating me. She’s such a sweetheart.

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Lazy dates w/ Taeyong
  • hjgfkeñ this is going to be so cute and fluffy i can already tell
  • woah, i didn’t realize how much i missed writing about this baby boy damn
  • i have a soft spot for ty in myheart, what can i say…
  • well maybe they’re like two but hE’S SO PERF HOW CAN I NOT
  • ugh, i really really love him he makes me saddddd
  • but let’s just start with this right i’m being boring
  • okay so, first thing first, let me tell you that ty track loves lazy dates
  • he l o v e s them
  • also, since both of you are super lazy y’all are in heave basically
  • and, i mean is completely understandable, everyone knows that lazy dates are better than actual dates
  • the idea of staying home, in y’alls pijamas with messy hair and just being really stupid together sounds like perfection
  • and y’all never get bored because of all the different things y’all do together
  • and if it happens, y’all can always start cuddling and talk about different things or just take a nap together, it’s not a big deal
  • y’all probably have them so often that y’all don’t even realize when y’all started to get all cuddly and clingy w each other, lol
  • but okay, let’s go to the story
  • so, y’all actually did have a few things planed for that day
  • taeyong’s schedule was over and he had a few days disoccupied
  • and since he was getting tired of his members faces he decided to spend those moments by your side, lol
  • and normally, after his schedules finishes he’s always really tired bc of all the performances and broadcasts and all the practices he had
  • those are the moments when you just koala hug each other till y’all end up sleeping in each other arms
  • fshghjksña <3
  • but, surprisingly, this time he was feeling really energetic and happy
  • and, sorry but did y’all notice how happy all the members are in this era??? i haven’t notice hem feeling tired or sad and I’M SO HAPPY
  • my babies should feel be like this every. single. day.
  • anyways, the thing is that he decided to invite you to one of those cute dates when y’all do crazier stuff instead of cheesy stuff
  • things like idk going to a amusement park or something similar
  • but guess what happend,,,,
  • rain happened
  • i’m gonna be a bad bad boy i gotta be a bad boy
  • and you actually were kind of sad bc you really wanted to go to the amusement park
  • and when ty saw you all melancolic and sad while looking at the raindrops and listening to the sound of the rain he kinda smiled bUT FELT SO BAD
  • he slowly placed his arms around your waist and backhugged you tightly as he caressed your skin and placed kisses in anyexposed skin he saw
  • millions of kisses in your cheeks, shoulders, neck and eVERYWHERE BASICALLY
  • jESUs okay
  • give me two secs
  • “aw, don’t worry by the rain babe, there are a lot of fun stuff we can do here”
  • “like what?”
  • “there are lots of fun things to do in the bedroom baby girl ;)))))))”
  • and you were like 
  • “ ah ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) really? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) give me an example ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”
  • and he goes to his bedroom and like five mins later he comes back with a gigantic pile of board games and blankets and soft pillows
  • “strip chess? strip poKer?? sTRip moNOpOLY ¿¿¿¡?”
  • “wha- no wtfwe have to babysit the dreamies later y/n”
  • and he would softly hit you with one of the pillows and ofc you hit him back i meAN
  • and both of you started to laugh and hit each other softly with the pillows i’m
  • but even if you were dissapointed™ you still made u & ur man some coffee while he organizaed the place to make it more comfy and cozy
  • y’all played monopoly and yeah,, that was,,, interesting
  • tAEYONG ENDED WITH A BRUISE IN HIS FOREHEAD BC YOU THROW HIM ONE OF THE PIECES IN HIS FACE
  • he actually loves to see how competetive you were being und ugh u’re just so cute
  • “since you’re all grumpy.. what about some kisses, a romantic movie and some cuddles?”
  • “go away i don’t want your cuddles”
  • aND HE SMILED SUPER WIDELY AND GIGGLED GHFJKLS I’M
  • he got closer to you anyways and placed his arms around your figure but when you took them off he started to tickle you
  • “gO AWayYYyY!!”
  • “no until yous aid that you accept my cuddles”
  • “nEVer”
  • and you started to run around the whole place and you ahd taeyong running behind you and trying to catch you
  • and when he finally catched you, he holded you in his arms and started to spin you around while both of you were laughing and smiling a lot
  • in the end, he placed on the floor softly and stayed over you still smiling widely
  • “seems like you don’t have escape now, hmm?”
  • and you just rolled your eyes but he giggled and then started to kiss your cheek and the corner of your lips but never actually kissing you
  • aND YOU WERE GETTING IMPATIENT HERE
  • “why are you making me suffer?”
  • he would laugh with that beautiful laugh of his and then softly press his lips over yours, kissing them with pure sweetness and softeness
  • and, as always, he made your heart beat at the speed of light and feel millions of butterflies flying around your stomach
  • aND HE PROBABLY GOT SUPER SHY AFTER IT ENDED GHFJKSL I’M SO SOFT I LOVE HIM
  • “let go cuddle now, y/n, okay?”
  • and he probably stealed a few kisses more before letting you go
  • oH MY GOD SO CUTE I’M
  • I SUDDENLY DON’TKNOW A TEN CHITTAPHON I ONLY KNOW LEE TAEYONG

anonymous asked:

Okay! What would a relationship with Akira, Ryuji, Yusuke, Akechi, and Mishima involve? (with the S/O not being a phantom thief) Thank u

Akira:

  • Would involve lots of movie dates since I feel like Akira would be a movie buff but that’s just my headcanon.
  • He would do different activities with you though to spice up y’all dating life like dates at the park, restaurants, etc.
  • Sometimes when you guys feel like being introverts, you’ll just go to LeBlanc, make some coffee, and watch movies and play games
  • If you ask for it, he would give you lots of cuddles and play with your hair while watching movies on his couch.
  • He would treat you with respect and be the utmost gentleman he can–open doors for you and pull up chairs for you
  • He would make you feel special; it has a certain way to make everyone around him feel special though… but you make him feel special in return.

Ryuji:

  • Would involve you being his gym partner and workout buddy but you guys motivate each other to train their best.
  • But that still doesn’t mean you guys won’t stuff your face later and hit up some really good ramen shops later!
  • This boy can be goofy and talk about some goofy stuff but you can also hold a serious conversation; you can even lower his voice.
  • When you guys are feeling lazy, he’ll probably visit your place and bring over some manga to read with him
  • You guys would read the same volume and he would big spoon you and read the manga to you which you find endearing
  • Ryuji appreciates that despite him being so loud-mouth and vulgar, you haven’t left his side and probably won’t for awhile.

Yusuke:

  • Would involve you being his “muse” and him often using you for inspiration and reference material.
  • But in return, he would take you on dates to art museums and nice restaurants when he has the money saved up. 
  • While some people question how he use his words, you understand him completely and he appreciates you even more.
  • Sometimes when you guys get bored, you’ll explore the city and point out something that could potentially inspire him.
  • He’ll come visit you when he’s done with school and just become cuddly with and ramble about his art projects.
  • Despite how eccentric and weird Yusuke can be, he’s surprised you’ve decided to stay for so long but he won’t question it.

Akechi:

  • To be in a relationship with Akechi, you’ll have to confront his insecurities; he’s rather lonely and needs to be reassured.
  • Maintaining his perfect ace detective can be draining but he still makes the effort to appear happy for you and not let you down.
  • He’ll take you out dates to LeBlanc and pancakes diners; he’ll completely understand if you don’t want the media publicizing your relationship.
  • On hard days, especially after exploring the Metaverse, he’ll come to your place and ask if he’s really doing his best.
  • You’d hold him tight and assure him like you usually do; you talk about all the good things he’s done and he appreciates it.
  • He just dreads the day, if it ever comes, when you unveil all his sins… but he feels like that you’ll forgive him and still support him.

Mishima:

  • Be prepared for Mishima’s enthusiasm about the Phantom Thieves and listen to him complain about negative comments on the PT.
  • However, you share (or at least try) his enthusiasm and support him being the admin of the Phantom Thieves website.
  • He still tries to be a good boyfriend and takes you out on dates when trying to get intel for the Phantom Thieves
  • Usually, you guys go out to the movies cause Mishima feels like it’s the only thing to make him shut up about the PT.
  • However, you assure him it’s okay to talk about them if he wants… but sometimes he has his bad days, recalling the abuse he’s suffered.
  • But you’ll hug him and cuddle with him and assure him he’s doing great things and that he doesn’t need to worry about those bad things.
Love is hard - Chapter nine

Pairing: Madison Joseph x reader (friends), Josh Dun x reader (friends, lovers?), Tyler Joseph x reader (friends), Jenna Joseph x reader (friends), other Joseph and Dun family members

Plot: You take a leap year abroad, where you meet Madison Joseph. You become best friends and move in with her family. You meet her brother Tyler and his best friend Josh, who you have a crush on. Will Josh and you become more than friends?

This chapter: Maddie and you made up, so everything’s fine again. Or is it?

Warnings: None

Word count: about 2100

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/n: I’m sorry it took so long (again) to get this one up. Thanks to all my sweet followers and all the likes! I hope you have fun reading. Love you all.

The next morning you woke up with a horrible headache. You reluctantly turned around and searched for your phone to look at the time; 2:30 PM. Apparently, the late-night drinking session didn’t agree with Maddie either as she woke up soon after you, groaning and moving slowly. “Morning. I feel terrible. You?” She managed to say. “Good afternoon.” You replied. “I feel like my head is exploding.” You slowly got out of bed to go downstairs, avoiding all mirrors in the process. “Let’s try to eat something. Have some coffee maybe. Might take the edge off.” You said to Maddie who then followed you, softly cursing nearly every step she took. You silently sat at the table sipping your coffee. Maddie was attempting to make bacon and eggs; she said that would help get your strength back. “So… we’re good, right? I mean, everything’s cleared up now?” Maddie asked after a while. “Yeah, sure. After last night, I’d say we’re stronger than ever. Not literally of course.” You chuckled. “Do you remember everything we said last night?” She informed, looking straight at you. “I guess. I don’t know. Why? Did I say something stupid?” You asked confused, not knowing where Maddie was heading with this. “No, no, no. Not at all. Just checking. No worries.” Maddie answered, looking flustered. “Anyway, what’s the plan for today? I’m thinking it’s about time we have another lazy pyjama day!” She quickly added. She’s acting a bit… suspicious. Did something happen last night? You briefly thought. But since your head was hurting too much and things were finally back to normal with Maddie, you opted to just drop the subject. “Yes, a lazy pyjama day is exactly what we need today. Let’s try to eat something and then get lazy!”

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↠boyfriend! hansol

↠ genre: boyfriend! head canons; fluff/romance; humor

↠ word count: 1.7k 

↠ authors note: ahh i got a little bit carried away… i am incredibly hansol biased i’m such trash. (also enjoy my first post aye)


  • Okay so we all know that despite his ‘ice (ice baby) cool’ rapper front… Hansol is a shy puppy
  • And with his s/o for a very, very long time I think he would be very much like that
  • But e s p e c i a l l y at the start of your relationship
  • Every time he wants to hold your hand there’s a sort of debate going on his mind
  • Because on one hand your hand is so soft and fits so nicely with his and it’s so relaxing holding your hand
  • But also holy shit what if his hands are really sweaty? Or what if you don’t even like holding his hand? It might not be nearly as relaxing holding his hand for you as it is for him??
  • And so this mental debate/panic goes on his head goes around his head for far too long
  • And of course, you notice this happening and try and stifle a small laugh
  • And you consider for a moment whether to point it out to him that
  • yes, you can see that he’s having a crisis and ask him what it’s about
  • or to just leave it and try to distract him somehow
  • so you decide on the latter so you grab his hand and start talking about some new music that he might like
  • and he’s there like
  • haND HOLDING OKAY THIS IS GOOD THEY’RE HOLDING MY HAND IT’S FINE
  • CALM DOWN THIS IS NORMAL
  • poor hansollie is too precious

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anonymous asked:

headcanons for the hosts on what they're like in a relationship?

Tamaki

  • *First things first I think Tamaki is one of those boyfriends that’s all day holding your hand and telling the host club about his s/o and no one can tell me otherwise.
  • *He’s all about watching movies and cuddling together.

·         He learns and plays his S/O favorite song as many times as they want to even though he is sick of playing it at that point (of course, he’d never tell them that last part).

  • He takes care of his S/O when they were sick and makes a big deal out of it.
  • He can’t be in the same room as his S/O when they’re studying because he always gets both distracted.
  • He remembers every important date and give his S/O gifts.
  • He gets into EVERY. SINGLE. PHOTO. BOOTH. He has a whole wall full of the pictures they had together.

Kyoya:

  • He’s actually really sweet and loving when he is alone with his S/O
  • He probably has some kind of meaningful word or phrase that he tells his S/O that only they understand (like the “Okay” “Okay” of The Fault In Our Stars).
  • He reads all the time with his S/O and sometimes reads their books.
  • He likes to have study session together with them, although it’s harder for him to stay focused.
  • He likes to takes his S/O out to fancy places in dates.
  • Surprisingly, he also remembers all the important dates and doesn’t mind if his S/O forgets.
  • It means a lot to him when his S/O goes to the Host Club.
  •  He sometimes gets really jealous out of nowhere, but he pulls himself together quickly.
  • Not really into PDA


Hikaru:

  • He teases his S/O 24/7
  •  His S/O needs to have a good relationship with Kaoru
  •  He makes his S/O help him and Kaoru with pranks.
  •  He kisses and/or hugs his S/O out of nowhere, he’s all about PDA.
  •  He likes to take them out to do stuff together.
  •  He is very awkward during the first times he hangs out with his S/O and Kaoru isn’t there.
  •  He makes all sorts of fun stud together with his S/O, so they have the best story times.
  • He doesn’t really think things through, so sometimes he is a little bit too impulsive.
  • He forgets all of the important dates and has to take his S/O out in fancy dates (organized by Kyoya so that he doesn’t screw up again) and buy them something.

Kaoru:

  •  He sometimes gets really nervous and blushes like crazy and it’s the most adorable thing ever.
  • He likes to stay over to his S/O home to read or watch movies together.
  • He sometimes just stays laying somewhere with his S/O listening to music, either holding hands or having his arm around them.
  •  He really likes to cuddle and take naps with his S/O but he doesn’t admit it.
  •   His S/O needs to like Hikaru.
  • He would get a S/O after Hikaru, so he wouldn’t feel strange with being with his S/O instead of twin.
  • He sometimes makes clothes for his S/O and uses them as inspiration (Based on the head cannon where he ends up being a fashion designer).
  • He usually takes his S/O out on the most simple and adorable dates, except when he forgets an important date and has to make up for it (he only remembers the most important ones).
  • Doesn’t tease his S/O as much as he could, but he always asks them to help him and Hikaru with pranks and that sort of stuff.
  •  Would want them to go with him and Hikaru when he makes his first earrings.


  • Mori:
  •  Although he is not good with words, he likes when his S/O tells him random stuff.
  • He likes to watch movies, read together or just listen to music with his S/O.
  •  He dismisses his tournaments as a minor thing that his S/O shouldn’t worry about but is actually really happy when they go.
  • He, Honey and his S/O would hang out a lot of times together, so when Honey started to leave them alone things got kinda awkward.
  •  He likes to go to the cinema with them and then take them out somewhere to eat, so 99% of their dates are like that.
  •  He remembers some of the important dates, but usually forgets them and has to make up for it.
  •  He developed a kind of talent with his S/O where they just need to look at each other to know what the other one will say. They usually use it in restaurants as Mori doesn’t like to talk, but sometimes it fails and he has to drink/eat something he doesn’t want to.
  •  He actually really loving and loves to cuddle.


Honey:

 He forgets all of the important dates and buys something to his S/O to make up for it.

  • He likes to go on simple dates with his S/O, but they’re always the most fun.
  • He always go to one specific coffee shop where they sell the best cakes ever, so it finished up being the place where they always meet up.
  •  He likes to be the small spoon.
  • He likes to watch movies with them, but he usually comments on them.
  • He is obviously very sweet, but he doesn’t act in an excessively adorable way 24/7.
  • He’d like to take his S/O to the Host Club.


Haruhi:

  • Her S/O is usually the one to organize the dates, but whenever there’s a festival, she asks them to go (mostly because of the good memories it brings to them).
  • She doesn’t like study dates because she is afraid of getting distracted, but if she has a hard time on a subject her S/O likes she asks them for help.
  • She likes to read together with them all the time, but she’s also into movies and cuddling.
  • She doesn’t take her S/O to the Host Club as they sometimes (aka: most of the time) annoy her, but she tells them a lot about them and the things that happen.
  • She is very dense, so her S/O has to tell her “I love you” so that she gets the message.
  • She forgets all the important dates and doesn’t really pay attention to Saint Valentine’s Day or the White Day, so she usually has to find a way to make up for it.
  •  She isn’t into PDA but is really sweet when they’re alone.
Vernon/OFC: Fake wedding date

Genre: Fluff/Romance

Word Count: 2213

Characters: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, Seungkwan, Joshua, Seokmin

Prompt:  36, “I can’t explain right now, I just need you to pretend that we’re dating.”

“I can’t explain right now, I just need you to pretend that we’re dating.”

“Vernon, no.” she reached a hand towards the ice cream tub, which Vernon lifted away from her grasp. It was way, way too late for coherent conversation, and all she wanted to do was watch movies until the sun came out.

He placed the ice cream on the coffee table, knowing she’d refuse to reach for it herself. “Can you please just do me one little favor?”

“You have to explain, why would I pretend to date you?” she asked, glaring at the tub of ice cream which was way too far away from her.

“Because I’m adorable and you love me?” Vernon pouted, furrowing her brows together. When she ignored his sad attempt at being cute, he sighed, running a hand threw his hair. He grabbed a stray pillow from the couch and threw it against the wall. “Fine. My friend is getting married and I told them I was bringing my girlfriend. If I show up alone they’ll know I’m lying.”

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anonymous asked:

Hiya! I love your stuff! So I was wondering, could I ask what everyone's reactions would be to a really anxious and introverted MC? Like someone just asking something makes her turn red? ^^ Thanks! Love ya!

Yoosung

  • When you first meet him, he doesn’t really expect you to be so anxious.
  • Like, what? You’re not as talkative as you were in the chatrooms?
  • He’s not really sure what to do, and it feels kinda awkward and he gets nervous, so he just kinda talks about LOLOL. And he doesn’t stop.
  • Does he ever run out of things to say? And could he talk a little slower?
  • He does talk about you too though.
  • “Wow MC, you’re so pretty. Like I thought so before when I saw pictures, but you’re really pretty.”
  • You’re a blushing mess. Although to be fair, he is too.
  • At first you guys are really awkward with each other. Like it’s him talking and blushing and you blushing a lot and listening
  • But then you start to warm up with him enough that you aren’t so anxious around him, and he starts to understand how you get anxious
  • And he’s honestly perfectly fine with staying home with you and not going out much. Cuddle party all day? Perfect, he’s got you and his games
  • Whenever you do get anxious though, he tries his best to help. He wraps you up in a hug and holds your hand until you calm down, and gives you enough space to feel better
  • He even makes you dinner
  • He goes to the store and buys a whole bunch of food to make you something? And it’s always really really good?
  • He even heats up chocolate milk to make hot cocoa for you he always forgets to get hot cocoa mix
  • Then it’s back to cuddling and kissing when you feel better. He worries a lot when you get anxious so it helps him to feel better.
  • Although he always feels best when you feel better

Jaehee

  • Woah, you’re an introvert? She is too, she totally gets it
  • So that’s chill
  • You want some book suggestions? She’s got lists. Not to mention her movie collection made up mostly of Zen’s films and favorite TV shows she watches in her free time. When she has free time
  • You guys hit it off really quick
  • At first you’re totally blushing whenever she talks to you though. Like all the time
  • She’s really chill about it though, it’s really comforting and makes it easier for you to open up.
  • You tell her about your anxiety before she witnesses it. It kind of took her by surprise, but she doesn’t freak out about it, and she is actually really good at handling it
  • You spend a lot of time with her reading or watching movies. Sometimes she takes you out shopping too, unless you’re feeling really anxious.Then you guys just go out and get coffee
  • Whenever your anxiety works up she gives you space but is really supportive, like you want a hug? Got it, she’ll do you one better and get a blanket and hold you til you’re feeling better.
  • If it’s really bad, you two will sit on the couch cuddling with a movie playing, wrapped up in a blanket burrito together. She’ll work on work while you relax and watch the movie and cuddle, kissing your forehead as you slowly fall to sleep
  • She always leaves you a cup of coffee in the morning with a very comforting and loving letter ‘cause she’s usually gone before you wake up but she wants you to start off the day on a good note

Zen

  • He somehow pushes past your blushing kinda awkward stage really quickly. Wellllll you keep blushing, but he somehow knows exactly what to talk about to get you talking too
  • He honestly loves making you blush he does it on purpose. When he finds out complimenting you makes you blush even more, especially in public, he does it all the time
  • It makes him so happy
  • He doesn’t even care you’re introverted. That just means you spend more time with him cuddling and watching movies? Where’s the bad part of that?
  • Although you getting anxious sometimes worries him, especially when you guys go out places
  • He’s really understanding and comforting though, like whenever you get anxious he holds your hand or hugs you and is constantly reassuring you
  • He’s really gentle and kisses you lightly and it’s so sweet and comforting
  • Whenever you get really anxious he’s right there with you calming you down and hugging you close to him under a blanket though, making sure you’re okay and promising not to leave you til you feel better
  • He showers you with so much love and comfort and reassurance
  • And when you feel better he gets ice cream for you two and kisses you making sure you know he’s there for you and loves you and that you’ll be okay

Jumin

  • You were really really awkward at first with him. And constantly blushing
  • He thought it was adorable but he didn’t say it out loud cause he was being awkward too
  • Professionally awkward
  • It’s easier to start talking when you two are just with each other. You guys get coffee, or go on dinner dates. It’s still awkward though, at first
  • But it gets easier
  • And he loves you being more introverted. He loves it cause that means you don’t go out all the time or want to go out all the time, and he loves spending time at home with you 
  • He also loves showing you off in public. Especially kissing you in public, he really shows that off
  • But wait
  • You get anxious?
  • He doesn’t quite know what to do about that. The first time you start panicking he has no idea how to help
  • “Do you need water? Or medicine?”
  • No Jumin, not right now
  • He stands unsure for a while as you get more anxious before he hugs you and holds you so so close ‘cause he’s so worried about you and he doesn’t know what to do
  • You two melt to the floor
  • When you start to calm down he lets out a sigh of relief and kisses the top of your head
  • But he won’t let you go now. You two spend the night cuddling each other. Somehow you got a blanket and a lot of pillows. You wake up in his arms and feel so safe and happy with him
  • This becomes tradition whenever you get anxious

707

  • He tries getting you to talk at first, but when you keep blushing he gets flustered too
  • Silence isn’t too bad
  • But he keeps staring at you and asking you questions every once in a while. You’re flushing so red ‘cause he’s being so sweet, and you answer
  • Congrats! You guys successfully talk, although it’s totally awkward at first still
  • He doesn’t mind. You’re relationship starts quiet and grows from there as you get more comfortable. Then you’re constantly sassing each other and joking around
  • But you are still introverted. Most of the time you stay at home and you guys make up fun date ideas to do without other people.
  • It totally includes things like building pillow forts and nerf gun battles. Sometimes you do reading dates too Seven is really reluctant but you wanna read or movie dates
  • You get anxious whenever something happens. Like when Seven says things like “Now don’t panic but…”
  • “Don’t Panic” = “Panic” to your head
  • Of course you panic
  • He always forgets that you panic when he says that. But Seven stays calm and knows what to do to help although he’s totally worried about you
  • He gets a lot of blankets and makes a pillow fort
  • Yes. A pillow fort.
  • Then he brings you in and tucks you in with blankets and Honey Buddha chips and hot chocolate and you two stay there for as long as you need, curled up in his arms
  • He doesn’t let you know but he needs it just as much as you do to keep calm
  • He worries so much
  • But if you’re okay
  • He is too

Saeran

  • This poor boy
  • He’s so awkward he doesn’t know what to say and you’re awkward and don’t know what to say
  • He stands really unsure and is just really blunt with everything he says and you’re there blushing bright red
  • Eventually you both give up on talking and just play a board game. You suggest to play Life the best boardgame ever
  • Somehow you both lose at Life? yes flipping the board cause you got the twenty thousand dollar salary does mean you lose Saeran but it’s okay baby
  • I guess that watching a movie works.
  • You guys get better
  • You actually play a full game of Life eventually! (You took out all the salary cards and replaced them all with the eighty to hundred thousand salaries)
  • You both kind of prefer staying at home instead of going out and dealing with people, so the most you do for dates outside is go to a diner or get coffee or go on a walk
  • Scenic walks have been really nice for the two of you honestly
  • But boy do you get anxious sometimes
  • And he’s clueless on how to help
  • Like, he doesn’t want to make it worse? But he doesn’t know how to help?
  • He stands awkwardly and is worried about you but he doesn’t know what to do
  • So you just kind of hug him and nuzzle your head into his shoulder
  • He’s awkward and stiff at first but then he hugs you back, and he holds on tight. He might not know what to do, but he’s still really worried about you and just doesn’t know how to express it
  • So if hugging works
  • So be it

V

  • V is just really quiet to begin with too
  • But you guys don’t wanna be too awkward so you go and get coffee. He doesn’t notice you blushing all the time cause he’s blind
  • He doesn’t need to know how red you were.
  • What? You were blushing? noooooooo……..
  • You get more comfortable with him quickly. Not ‘cause you talk a lot, but because you are both okay with not talking a lot
  • When you two are alone hanging out, he loves to do things like feel your hair or your skin and ask you to describe it. The color, how it looks in the light, what scars you have or what tattoos you’ve gotten. What they look like, what they mean to you. And honestly? It’s really calming for you to do it and to feel his touch just in a really gentle loving kind of way?
  • He loves when you do it to him too, to trace his skin gently or play with his hair and describe how he looks. It’s a nice reminder cause he can’t see himself anymore. But he doesn’t like talking about scars
  • When you get anxious, he gets into a mix of super caring and super worried. He tries to hide his worry so he doesn’t make you more anxious
  • He finds it best to talk to you when you’re anxious
  • He hugs you and holds your hands and talks to you about what he remembers things looked like
  • “My favorite kind of flower to take pictures of were a really light purple, with really delicate petals…”
  • “I loved the mornings when the sun would start to rise and the sky would be a really light mix of pastel colors all blended together with lavender clouds…”
  • It’s really calming, and when you’re able to, you start telling him things too
  • “The sky is really dark now, but I can see the stars. They’re really bright tonight, it’s really clear…”
  • When you feel better, he does too
  • You usually get some hot chocolate afterwards and go to sleep or take a nap together
  • You always feel a lot better waking up with him next to you

Hiya! I’m a new admin here, Admin Sunflower. I’m Lilac’s sister and Peony’s cousin. I’m gonna be helping out with the blog, but I’m just starting so sorry if I’m not that good or if I go overboard or mess up on some things eheh ^^;;; I’m trying! I was happy to see this ask ‘cause I’m a really anxious and introverted person too (heheh ^^) so I tried to stay true to what it’s like? So hopefully it’s accurate? But, yeahh… Hopefully I’ll get better as it goes!

~Sunflower (:

Hushed Dreams

summary: a soulmate is something a person looks forward to their whole life, and sometimes they are found in the most unconventional ways

pairings: nalu

characters: natsu, lucy, levy

rating: t

soulmate’s words writing onto your skin!au + deaf!au

tags: @ftfanfics, @fairytailsquad

At sixteen years old, each person would have their soulmate’s first words curl themselves onto their wrist. The words would slowly appear without pain, and the black italic writing would tattoo itself silently. Some had words that were easily understandable, such as a simple “hello”. Others had words that were strange and would make the bearer confused.

When Lucy Heartfilia had turned sixteen, she thought that something was wrong with her. No words adorned her wrist, so Lucy was completely petrified that she did not have a soulmate. Her friends told her that they would appear soon and that there must have been a mistake. With her head hung low, she cried herself to sleep that night, hoping that someday a greeting or at least one small word would appear on her wrist.

At twenty-two, however, there were still no words written there. Her heart ached, and every day she was slowly getting more annoyed with the fact that perhaps she had no soulmate. Everyone else had found one… why hadn’t she?

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Anon requested: Posted a joke ad in the classifieds but someone actually responded.

Dean reached his hand behind him, seeking out his phone without turning around. He finally found it and hit the talk button.

“Hello?”

“Hello,” A deep voice said. The guy sounded nervous. “My name is Castiel. I’m calling about ad.”

“I’m sorry? What ad?”

“In the paper? You are Dean, correct?”

“Yeah. Hang on. What page?”

Castiel told him, sounding defeated. Dean flipped through the newspaper and the submission.

Lonely male seeking affection. Must like dogs, watching bad movies, and cuddling. Ask for Dean.

Dean sighed and scrubbed his hand over his face.

“Uh, look man, I didn’t post this.”

“Of course. I’m sorry I bothered you. You must think I’m a freak.”

“No. I mean it’s weird, yeah, but I don’t think you’re messed up or anything.”

“I am though,” Castiel sighed. “I’m sorry I took up your time.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Why would you call an ad like this? I mean, why not pick up someone in a bar or something?”

“I’m not….I’m asexual. The wording of the ad led me to believe that you were also.”

“Oh.” Dean bit his lip. He should hang up. He liked sex, loved it, he shouldn’t try to get involved with someone who doesn’t. “Do you meet me for coffee tomorrow?”

“What?”

“Yeah. I mean, it can’t be easy for you right? I’m having a hard time, too. We could hang out, or whatever.”

“Okay. When is good for you?” They made their plans and hung up. Dean dialed Jo’s number.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He demanded when she picked up.

“Hello to you too.”

“Are you insane?! What if some freak had seen that?”

“Well, if you would shut up about Lisa and go out with us sometimes, I wouldn’t of had to.” Dean didn’t say anything. “Oh my God, you met someone!”

“I did not!”

“You so did! What’s their name?”

“I…he called because of your stupid ad. We’re meeting for coffee tomorrow.”

“It’s about damn time.”

“You still owe me. This was too far, Joanna Beth.”

“Oh, you’ll get over it. Good luck.” She hung up and Dean sighed.

He didn’t know what he was doing anymore. He had been with Lisa for so long he’d forgotten how to ask people out. He didn’t want to ask anyone out, and he didn’t get why Jo didn’t understand that. Either way he had a date tomorrow

~*~

Dean dressed in a t-shirt with his garage logo on it and jeans. He had to go in after he met with Castiel so he didn’t see the point in dressing up. He put Colonel on his leash and left the apartment.

He didn’t realize until after he arrived at the coffee shop that he didn’t know who he was looking for. Any one of the guys around could be Castiel. He tied Colonel’s leash to one of the outside tables and went inside to order.

He felt a little uncomfortable when the barista checked him out, running his strange golden eyes up and down his body. He took his coffee and all but ran back outside. Colonel settled down beside him and laid his head on Dean’s boots like he always did. Dean took out his phone.

He was half way through a decent run on Banana Kong when he heard Cas’s voice.

“Dean?” He looked up and smiled.

“Castiel?”

“Call me Cas, please,” Cas said, taking the seat next to him.

Cas was hot. He was tall with dark hair and blue eyes. He had a few days worth of scruff and a nice smile. He was wearing a suit and a trench coat.

“I don’t really know what to say,” Cas said, looking down at his cup. “I don’t get asked out a lot.”

“Seriously?” Cas blushed.

“Usually when people find out that sex is out of the question they get bored with me. I’m not that interesting.”

“I’m not that shallow.” They smiled at each other.

They started with the basics, talking about books and movies, then moved on to TV shows that they hooked on and things that they hated. Dean found Cas enduring, if a little too serious.

They exchanged numbers before they parted ways and made plans to watch a movie at Dean’s on Friday. Colonel even let Cas pet him, which Dean found surprising since his dog usually didn’t care for strangers.

Benny asked him about his date when he came in and laughed when Dean blushed and flipped him off. He teased him the whole day.

~*~

After a few days of texting Dean knew what kind of snacks to buy for their movie date. Cas was bringing beer and they would order in.

Castiel looked nervous, sitting at the opposite end of the couch. Colonel was laying beside him and Cas was petting him methodically. Dean kept trying to think of things to say, but nothing came.

“Dean,” Cas said, breaking the silence. “Before we go any further you need to understand, I don’t want to have sex. I have no interest in having sex ever. If you can’t handle that, I need to know now, before I fall anymore for you than I already have.”

“What can you do?” Dean asked, then blushed. “I mean, what are limits?”

“I enjoy kissing and cuddling, but that’s as far my physical attraction goes.”

“I think I can handle it. I know that it’s going to be different and hard, but if you give me some time, I think I can adjust for you.”

“This is a big adjustment, and we just met. I understand if you–”

“Cas, I like you. If you want to give this a try, I’m all in.” Cas smiled a little.

“Okay.”

~*~

Things were difficult at first.

They took it slow, which was way slower than Dean had ever tried to go in his life. They went to movies, dinners, Cas dragged him to flea markets and fairs and other roadside crap. They became best friends, slowly but surely.

They were watching a movie at Dean’s the first time Cas curled into Dean’s side. He pressed against him, hand laying on his chest, and rested his head on his shoulder. Dean shifted a little to make them more comfortable and settled an arm over Cas’s shoulders. When the movie was over, Dean walked Cas to his car and kissed him goodnight. It was nice.

After a few more dates, Cas started spending the night. He liked to sleep pressed against Dean chest with one arm around him. Dean would play with his hair until he dozed off. The first time he woke up hard, he apologized over and over until Cas stopped him.

“Arousel is normal, Dean. As long as you don’t try to force yourself in me, don’t worry.” Cas kissed him and climbed out of bed to give Dean his privacy. He still felt awkward when it happened, even if Cas wasn’t phased.

Dean’s friends were ecstatic when Dean asked them if they wanted to meet Cas. It had too long since Dean was actually happy and they wanted to meet the guy that had made him smile again.

“How long you been seein’ this guy now?” Benny asked while they working one day.

“About five months, I guess. I don’t know. Why?” Benny shrugged.

“You’re just usually bragging by now.”

“Bragging?”

“Yeah. About how hot they are or how good the sex is, you know.”

“Not much to tell. I mean, he’s hot, we go out, a few times a week we spend the night.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“No sex?”

“Cas is ace.” Benny’s eyes widened. “What?”

“I just didn’t think you could go without it.”

“I didn’t either. But Cas…it’s kind of nice, y'know? I can go home and not have to feel bad if I’m not in the mood. And I only have to worry about getting myself off. And it’s real. Like really real. He wants me for me, not for my dick.”

“Okay, too far.” Dean laughed. “I glad you’re happy brother. It’s about time.”

“Yeah, it is,” Dean agreed.

Tonight he would get home and Cas would worry over impressing his friends and they would all have a good time. He and Cas would go home together and curl up in their bed. And Dean would wake up the next day, looking forward to it.

“It really is.”

how can i be casual (when you are my whole heart?)

pairing: taegi

au: soulmate

words: 2,572

rating: PG-13

note: credits for the au idea goes to this post.

summary: Sometimes people casually date to stave off loneliness before meeting their soulmates. There is nothing casual in the way he is drowning in Taehyung’s everything.


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Date Night

Pairing: Wade Wilson/Deadpool x reader

Word count: 1302

Summary: It’s your date night with Wade.

Warnings: None, surprisingly. Just fluff and typical Deadpool things like swearing.

A/N: Is this the best fanfic ever? No. But I tried and therefore no one can criticize. It’s hard to write things while sick, y’know? 

Once again, I do take Marvel requests! Anything from the Avengers to X-Men. Just… I’m trash, please give me things to write. I have too much free time. Fluff, smut, angst. I’ll write it all.

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Brown Eyes (2): Tom Holland x WOC

Requested: This is inspired by the song ‘Brown Eyes’ by Beyonce Destiny’s Child. I actually love this song now, so thanks to the anon that requested it! Just a continuation of Part 1.


Originally posted by gounderoos


After he dropped you off you couldn’t stop smiling. “How’d it go?” Your mom asked. “It went great.” You answered and went in your room. 

You closed the door and screamed in your pillow. He was such a great guy and didn’t even act like a celebrity. Your phone buzzed and your heart dropped at the text. I’m sorry but I was called back to London for some stupid meeting. Won’t be able to meet up for coffee😪

You were sad but smiled and responded: It’s okay. Thanks again for the wonderful date! See you soon❤

He was happy that you were very understanding and wanted to make it up to you. 


“So who is this guy who’ve been meeting up with?” You friend asked at the table. “Sh!” You said, you two were in the library trying to study. You looked around and smiled, “He’s amazing and funny and kind and sweet and a gentlemen-”

“Wow, you must really like him then.” He stated. “Yeah, I do.”

“That’s actually shocking considering how stuck up you can be when guys try to ask you out.”, “Well excuse me for having standards. I’m glad I waited or wouldn’t have met Tom.”

“His name is Tom?” He made a sour facial expression. “Yeah, what’s wrong with his name being Tom?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged and smiled. “So what does he look like?”

You were hesitant of showing him Tom’s picture in fear that he might recognize him, but you couldn’t help but show him off. “Ok, not too basic. He has nice eyes.”

“I know.” You sighed looking at his picture. “When are two meeting back up?”

“Not sure. He had to go back to London for something.” Your friend notice how sad you looked when you mentioned him leaving. “Are you-are you like in love with him?”

“What? God, no! We’ve only been seeing each other for a month and a half. Nothing is official or set in stone. We’ve only been on one date.” You shrugged flipping the page of your textbook. 

He eyed you and looked at his watch, “Oh shit. We’re gonna be late for class!”

You two jumped up and ran to your lecture. After sitting in the huge lecture hall you checked your phone for any messages from Tom. Nothing. You sighed and paid attention to your professor. 

You were exhausted and tried not to fall asleep in class. “Wake up Y/N.” your friend whispered, “Sorry.” You yawned. 

The door opened and the professor stopped to look at the culprit who came to interrupt his class. The guy had a huge bouquet of roses covering his face, “Excuse me sir?” The professor asked. “I’m looking for a Y/N?”

You hid in your seat and your friend started laughing. “Is there a Y/N in this class?” The professor asked through the mic. The class started buzzing and everyone looked around. 

 You raised your hand and the Professor pointed the guy out to you. He put the flowers out of his face and a few people gasped, recognizing him. “Yo, it’s Spider-man!” The room started buzzing and everyone pulled out there phones, confirming that it was him. 
Tom had a huge grin on his face and walked all the way to your seat. “I’m sorry I had to leave, I thought I’d come back and rescue you from this class.”

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The Courting Of Eggsy Unwin - Ch 2

((Omigosh guys, I didn’t expect so many of you to like this idea! I’m glad you did though. My question now is, should I compile this and start posting it on AO3, or should I continue to post it here? Chapters will likely stay around the 1k mark.))

           In the span of two weeks they’d been on two coffee dates, one night out at the bar, two dinners, and seen a movie together. After their first coffee date, which happened two days after Eggsy met Mark, they’d seen each other about every other day.

           “You know, it’s usually polite to look a person in the eyes when you’re speaking with them,” Roxy stated, a smile belying her brisk cadence. “Talking to Mark again?”

           “No,” Eggsy lied, then amended when Roxy narrowed her eyes at him, “Yes. We were talking about grabbing dinner tonight. I told him I’d let him know in a little bit—not sure if Merlin had a mission for him.”

           “And what date number is this? Eight? You’ve seen him almost every day since you’ve met him,” Roxy said. “When do I get to meet this mysterious Mark?”

           Eggsy flushed. He hadn’t been able to hide Mark completely from Roxy, especially when he ended up canceling their plans to go to a bar in order to meet Mark for dinner. But he knew the moment Roxy met Mark, realized that he looked exactly like Harry, she would freak. She wouldn’t understand that while yes, Mark did share Harry’s face—that he was by all technicalities related, a fact that Eggsy had confirmed himself after a bit of records digging—he wasn’t anything like Harry.

           Where Harry was theatrics and violence and deadly elegance, Mark was awkward and stable and charmingly fumbling. Mark was as much of a gentleman as Harry, and they both shared a linear mind when it came to problem solving, but that was where the similarities ended.

           Mark may have been Harry’s twin, but he wasn’t Harry, and Eggsy liked him for that.

           “I don’t know, it isn’t serious yet,” Eggsy answered with a shrug.

           Roxy huffed and took a swig of water. They’d just finished sparring, both slick with sweat and sore-muscled. Eggsy’s shoulder was particularly stiff after a flip Roxy had performed on him.

           “Not serious? You guys haven’t left eachother’s side since you met. You’re looking at your phone right now!” Roxy accused.

           Eggsy winced and smiled at her sheepishly, putting his phone away. He hadn’t meant to keep checking it.

           “It’s only been two weeks, Rox. We haven’t even had sex yet.”

           “You haven’t?” Roxy stage whispered. Her eyes bulged out of her head in a similar fashion as JB’s did.

           “Fuck, no need to sound so scandalized. It ain’t that big of a deal, is it?”

           “Eggsy, you take every honey pot mission you can. And every guy and girl you’ve dated, you’ve bedded by date two. This is going on date… nine? Have you at least kissed him.”

           “Yeah, he kissed me,” Eggsy grumbled, scowling at Roxy. “And oi, y’ make me sound like some kind of whore.”

           “Eggsy, you are a whore,” Roxy said. “And was this a kiss-kiss, or a peck on the cheek?”

           “Retired,” Eggsy pointed out, and Roxy rolled her eyes. “And what if it’s a peck on the cheek? We’re taking it slow. Besides, he’s still going through his divorce.”

           “He’s married?” Roxy hissed, then promptly slapped Eggsy’s sore shoulder.

           “Ow! Wot was that for?” Eggsy demanded, digging his heel into the joint of his shoulder and rubbing.

           “Idiot, what are you thinking? You know this’ll only end badly.”

           “How? It ain’t like he’s using me for sex. He’s getting divorced Rox—and no, stop, don’t give me that look—I’m serious. They’re really done. And besides, it’s why we’re taking it slow. He didn’t want to do the dishonorable thing—don’t hit me again!” He scooted away from Roxy’s raised hand. “I like him Rox, I really do. And since—”

           He clamped his mouth shut, not finishing that train of thought.

           Roxy’s gaze softened and she lowered her hand. She sighed, shoulders slumping with defeat. Everyone knew how hung up Eggsy was on Harry—that was, everyone but Harry. He’d been pining over Harry long before he joined Kingsman, and it had only become more painfully obvious when Harry made performed his Lazarus effect. But loving Harry Hart was like loving the moon. Eggsy could never actually have it.

           So he was trying to move on. And Mark made him happy. Made him believe that maybe, just maybe, he could. That there was life after the disaster that was Harry Hart.

           Eggsy had never felt more appreciated, more adored, more cared for. Mark didn’t treat him like everyone else. He didn’t know Eggsy was a spy. Didn’t know about his colored past. All he saw was Eggsy, and that was all Eggsy wanted.

           Roxy sighed and set her water bottle on the bench. “You really like this guy?”

           “Yeah, I do Rox,” Eggsy murmured, mouth twitching in an involuntary smile. He couldn’t help it. Every time he thought of Mark, his stomach twisted, as if an entire migration of butterflies were traveling through his body.

           “Okay, fine. But I want to meet him soon,” Roxy said.

           “Okay,” Eggsy agreed, though he added mentally, but not too soon.

           “So… what are you going to do when Harry returns?” Roxy asked. “You know he’s do back soon.”

           Eggsy’s stomach dropped, sending all the butterflies tumbling into the abyss. He’d forgotten about Harry’s return. No, that was a lie. It’d been there in the back of his mind, a needling worry he tried to pretend didn’t exist.

           “I don’t know. Not like I’m obligated to tell him, right?” Roxy gave him a deadpanned look. Eggsy huffed. “If he asks, I’ll tell him. But I ain’t bringing it up. Besides, I doubt he’ll care. Far as he’s concerned, I’m just his protégé.”

           “Right, that’s just it,” Roxy said. She shoved to her feet and started for the mat. “Ready for round two?”

           Eggsy groaned.

Title: you’re the cream in my coffee

Fandom: kagepro/kagerou project

Summary: “Welcome to the Blindfolded Café,” he says, voice as polite as he can make it, which really isn’t all that polite. To be honest, it sounds more sarcastic and mocking than he intended. This is Ayano’s the one that’s good with people, not him.

Pairing: harushin

Words: 4,520

Other notes: dedicated to cloud who went to bed before i could finish *weeps into hands* happy v-day… its still valentines day for me okay it lasts for another half hour!!! im sorry that this is poopy im soryryr… i raelly rushed it im tiried oaky ao3 link

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anonymous asked:

Hii. So First Thing First I really like your page it's AWESOME. And I wanted to know if you had any Fics were Isaac and/or Erica are really close to Stiles. Like they always want to be with him and cuddle? Xoxo

Hey Anon! We already have a bunch of Stiles and Issac brotp fics! So I put together some Stiles and Erica for you. :)

In It for The Long Run by theinspiredginger

(1,248 I General I Complete I Wedding)

Tumblr Prompt: How about Sterek freaking out on the day of their wedding? Y’know Stiles being all hyperactive and freaking about it,annoying Scott :)

This is a quick little drabble of Stiles and Derek’s Wedding Day. They’re both nervous and need Erica and Scott to make them see sense. No angst, mainly fluff and a little crack.

Terms of Endearment by MaddieStilinski

(1,983 I General I Complete)

His head’s still spinning when Stiles pulls away, breathing hard, and says, ‘Looks like I’ll be getting a happy ending after all.’

It’s a deal by WeirdV

(2,602 I General I Complete I College AU)

“Let’s make a deal,” Erica says as she leans back in her chair. “If you win, I’ll do the dishes for three weeks.”
“Okay” Stiles nods. “And if you win?”
“You have to ask out Derek Hale” she says, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“What? No way.” Stiles shakes his head vigorously. “He’s grumpy, he’d never say yes, anyways.”
“All the better for you,” she smiles. “You just have to ask, that’s all.”
“Fine,” he groans and takes her stretched out hand, shaking it to make their bet.

Thousand by ericaismeg

(4,253 I General I Complete I College AU)

“Seriously, Erica, I could tell him a thousand times in a thousand ways and he’s never going to understand what I mean.”

“I thought I told you to spell it out to him,” Erica says. “Derek’s has trust issues. I told you this would be difficult.”

Hurricane Stiles by DudeItsBeaconHills

(6,254 I General I Complete I Merman!Stiles)

Derek finds a very sassy, very tempermental mermaid trapped in his fishing nets.

Catfish by ericaismeg

(9,165 I General I Complete I Online Dating)

“You make it difficult for a guy to get a date in this town, Danny,” Stiles says.

Danny snorts. “You do not have to follow the Guy Code for people I’ve only gone on one shitty date with, you know.”


OR: the one where Stiles gets Erica to sign him up on OK Cupid and tries some online dating. Also, maybe circumstances lead him to hanging out with his crush more than he expected?

Recall the Darkness by larry_hystereks

(20,539 I Mature I Complete I Memory Loss (not Amnesia) )

Is the past even worth remembering?

Our Kind of Nuts by ericaismeg

(22,553 I General I Complete I College AU)

Stiles doesn’t know that reaching out to Erica, a girl from his Psych class, is going to change his entire life. All he wanted was a quiet place to study. Suddenly, he’s becoming best friends with Erica, getting a tutor from Boyd, going crazy over this guy who is quite passionate about Pride and Prejudice named Derek, being supportive to Lydia, finding some weird peace treaty with Jackson, and inviting Erica’s best friend to live with him, Scott, and Jackson for a bit.

He didn’t expect things to turn out like this, but hell, he’s not complaining one bit.

10 Things I Hate (love) About You by catsteww

(31,153 I Teen I Complete I 10 Things I Hate About You AU)

When Kate Argent hires Stiles to date Derek and get paid for it, Stiles obviously agrees and sets out to win his heart. Except Stiles wasn’t expecting Derek to actually have layers underneath his tough exterior, and he certainly wasn’t expecting to develop pesky little feelings for him. And everything gets a little messed up along the way.

Imagine Me and You by eebee

(50,356 I Mature I Complete I Soulmates)

Everybody always says that if/when you meet your soulmate, you’ll just know. That everything will be sunshine and daisies, and behold a light shall shineth down from heaven. That’s pretty much always how it goes in those movies. They see each other across a crowded ballroom, courtroom, bump into each other reaching for the same loaf of organic oatmeal flax bread at Whole Foods.

The media lies, people! That totally didn’t happen!

or,

Soulmates Stiles and Derek meet, but don’t notice their fledgling soulmate bond.

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

(105,527 I Explicit I Complete I Magic!Stiles)

Stiles is home for the summer after graduation and he is so ready to relax, work a little bit on his second book, and then he almost crashes his car when he swerves to avoid hitting a wolf. But, it’s like his dad says, there are no wolves in California.

Stiles doesn’t think much about it after that, especially once he runs into Erica who’s working at a coffee shop and her boss, the lovely Laura Hale, offers him a job.

Oh, and apparently he’s suddenly running a doggie summer camp because they just keep showing up at his house, especially the big black one who has the prettiest fur and the judgiest face on a dog he’s ever seen.

Enjoy the Sassiest Duo to ever Sass,

Angsty

Originally posted by elirya

Fic: Klaine Advent Day 8: “Hope”

Summary: Blaine doesn’t know a lot about NYADA, except that his roommate insists it’s a school for magic.

A/N: Part of a continuous story in 24 chapters I’ll be writing this month. There’s gonna be one or two fluffy chapters now, but this is only chapter 8 of 24, so I have plans for actual plot. For now, I hope you enjoy the fluff! <3

Previous chapters: anniversary | Broadway | competition | day | escape | fan | guide

Monday morning Blaine has to get up early for his first class. He’s in a good mood from the moment he wakes up, can’t stop himself from singing in the shower, dances to the upbeat little melody he’s got stuck in his head as he toasts some stale bread and makes coffee in his tiny kitchen.

He kissed Kurt. Kurt kissed him back. The world is kind of too perfect to be possible sometimes.

Yesterday everything got turned upside down and now he’s living in a world where he gets to kiss Kurt; beautiful, smart, lovely, witty, perfect Kurt who hugged him so tightly last night and pressed their lips together again and again as they tried to say goodnight, and it was so late by the time Blaine finally made it home he feels like he really should be grumpy from sleep-deprivation this morning. But all he feels is happiness. So much of it he can’t stop humming under his breath.

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