are you trying to shrug

anonymous asked:

Okay but accidentally confessing to Dark that you love him when you're worried ab a fight he and Anti had

Be prepared for a rare and adorable “What?” From Dark. He’d act like he didn’t hear you at first, processing the genuine feeling he heard as you confessed. It was in the heat of the moment (Que Asia~ XD XD ) and it rushed out of your mouth. 

“I wish you would stop this childish rivalry! One day, You might not come back then what am I supposed to do? I love you too much and I don’t want to lose you!!”

Silence and then -

“What?”

You instantly regret it, apologizing profusely all while trying to shrug it off. But then Dark would get tired of you doing that and he’s walk over to you as your rambling. Make you face him and shut you up with a hard kiss on your lips.

He wouldn’t give you a romantic confession, that’s not him. Besides, he doesn’t even know what he feels for you - he does, just he doesn’t want it considering past experiences.

But he does say -

“I’ll be more careful next time.”

Just as Anti appears, having seen all of that. Anti would kiss you on the check, say something to Dark then disappear. Dark would kiss your forehead before leaving after the Glitch Bitch. 

procraesthetics  asked:

I wonder what would happen if Dudley grew up in the wizarding world but still as a muggle? like kind of reverse AU where his parents are dead and he has to go to Lily for whatever reason? do you think he would become bitter like Petunia about magic?

Lily remembered her sister, how there had been a time she was curious and delighted about magic, before it slowly sank in that she could look and not touch.

The last thing Petunia had said to Lily before she died was a chilly goodbye, ending a holiday dinner where they’d had a shrieking row in the entryway. Petunia had said freak and Lily had hissed better than this, better than this being my whole fucking world, Tune, do you even see yourself, are you happy–

And now here was Dudley Vernon Dursley fussing himself to sleep as Lily walked the halls of the Godric’s Hollow house. His tiny soft hands with their tiny soft fingernails curled under her chin, the same way Harry always had.

She passed James, who was gently bouncing his way up the hall the opposite way. “I think he’s asleep,” James mouthed over Harry’s tousled head. His hair was the same mess, bent down to peer at his sleeping son.

Lily stopped where she stood, her nephew heavy on her chest, her husband smiling, her sister buried. “James,” she said. “How are we going to do this?”

“Oh,” he said. “Hey. Don’t you cry, you’ll start them off– unless you need to cry, I mean, you go ahead, hey, sweetheart, hey, it’s alright, you just let it out.” He stepped forward, shifting Harry gently to his other shoulder, and pressed his forehead to hers. “We tuck them in, okay, that’s what we do next. Then we go to our own bed, okay, and go to sleep, and when we wake up it’ll be a new day.”

“A new day,” she said. “Another day– James, that’s the– I’m so tired.”

“So let’s sleep. It’ll look better in the morning,” he said. “And if it doesn’t look better this morning, it’ll look better in the next one.”

“You promise?”

“Better than that. I’ll show you. Every day,” he said and kissed her cold forehead.

Dudley had not shown up on the Potters’ doorstep with the milk bottles. Lily had gotten a phone call from the landline she still had installed in Godric’s Hollow, about an accident, and she had gone down to the Muggle police station to identify the bodies.

The cupboard under the stairs was filled with spiders, broomsticks, and the sewing machine Lily’s mother had given her when she married James– that’s all. Dudley slept downstairs. Uncle Remus taught Dudley and Harry to knock out coded messages through the wall their rooms shared.

In the backyard, beside a rickety porch and an ambitious hedge, James taught them to fly– first on little tot brooms where their toes brushed the grass the whole time, then out of the barrels of practice brooms James used for lessons and coaching Little League Quidditch.

When the boys turned ten, five weeks apart, they both got shiny new Nimbuses on Dudley’s birthday (which came first), and a set of enchanted Quidditch balls on Harry’s, to share. The Bludgers were enchanted to be very kind but Dudley spent long afternoons whacking them far afield while Harry chased the Snitch at his back.

Harry had a scar on his forehead, like a jagged bit of lightning. Dudley had no scars– the car crash that had killed his parents hadn’t touched him where he sat strapped into a car seat in the back, chewing on a stuffed dinosaur toy.

Lily did not believe in lying to the children. She was bare years off being a child herself, and spare moments on the far side of a war. When Dudley asked about his parents, she told him there had been an accident. She pulled pictures off the shelf and wrote Petunia’s old university friends for more.

Photographs came by mailman, the images still and unnatural to Dudley’s eye. Every day he’d gone out to play, for years, he’d been waving at the picture near the back door of his aunt and uncle on their wedding day, and they waved back every time.

“She was very clever,” Lily said. “Your mom liked to know everything.”

“And my dad?”

“Vernon liked… cars?” James offered. “That’s the word, right, Lily?”

“I didn’t know him very well,” Lily said. “He liked drills, I think; he worked for a firm that made them, and he talked about that a lot.”

Dudley brushed his thumbs over the dull edges of the photos. When Lily went off to Auror headquarters the next morning for work, James bundled the boys up and took them on an impromptu invisible tour of Grunnings Drill Manufacturing Inc.

They tiptoed down halls and past water coolers and ringing fellytones. They held hands under the Cloak as they dodged around the machines on the manufacturing floor, thumping and pounding and whirring away loudly enough that Harry and Dudley could whisper to each other under the noise. An elevator took them all the way up to the top floor. Harry whistled cheerily and eerily along with the elevator music while the Muggles slowly edged toward the doors and pressed floor buttons lower than they’d originally wanted.

There were boxes and cabinets and folders and desks and staticky monitor screens full of numbers strewn in endless grids. “Merlin’s knuckles,” said Harry, who was seven and a half and rather proud of this expletive. “People can look at this all day, their whole lives, and not die?”

“Work is hard work,” said James.

“At least mum gets to curse things.”

“But my dad liked it?” Dudley said, peering at a white board that was bleeding enthusiastic marker. “There’s a lot of things, here. Maybe he liked knowing things, too.”

When the boys asked about the scar on Harry’s forehead, Lily and James looked at each other. “You know how sometimes we sit with Uncle Remus and talk about a war?” James said. “Or with Ms. Amelia or Mr. Mundungus.”

“Mr. Mundungus is kinda smelly,” Harry said helpfully.

“It’s not nice to say so though,” said James, and Lily made a face.

“Are we raising them to be nice?” Lily said.

“I’m trying,” said James.

“You talk about a war,” said Harry and shrugged. Dudley nodded.

“There was a very bad man, in those days,” said James.

“Voldemort,” said Lily, and James made a face.

“He was so scary a lot of people don’t like to say his name, even now,” said James. “And he was coming after us because we had been fighting against him, in the war. He came to the house and he tried to hurt you, Harry. But it didn’t work. It hurt him instead, and gave you that scar.”

“Is he going to come back?” said Dudley, who was paler than his normal pink.

“No one’s heard of him since then,” said Lily.

“Where were you?” said Harry, because all his life they had been right there.

“Oh,” said Lily, but her throat closed up.

“We were at Dudley’s mum and dad’s funeral,” said James. “Our friend– our friend Sirius was watching you two. The bad man, he came to the house. He. Well. I.”

“Sirius died,” said Lily, one hand squeezing James’s knee and the other reaching down to brush hair off Dudley’s forehead. “You lived, Harry, and Voldemort vanished. And that’s why sometimes people stare in the streets, baby.” James tweaked Harry’s collar absently.

Two days after they had buried Lily’s sister, the Potters had stood together in the first chills of November and buried James’s brother.

Sirius had been burned off the Black family tree years before. Lily and James had talked to his cousin Andromeda, to Remus, and then they had laid him to rest in the Potter family plot. At the wake, they’d told old jokes about squirrel breath, shedding, and man’s best friend. Remus had fallen asleep on their couch and stayed for a month.

It took a two hour row with HR for Lily to get two passes to the Ministry’s Bring Your Kid To Work Day.

“He’s a Muggle.”

“He’s not,” Lily snapped. “He’s family.”

She had to get permission, sign a million forms, and she also had to take the boys in early so that Dudley could get smothered in the spells that would keep the Anti-Muggle wards around the Ministry from activating on him. “If a Muggle stumbles in somehow, they just see a funny-smelling supply cabinet and turn back around,” Lily told Dudley. He nodded and dragged Harry off by the wrist to go look at the fountain.

The windows were pouring sunlight into the underground room– the maintenance workers had just gotten a win on their contract negotiations and had banished the grimy rain-spattered windows of the previous weeks. The light hit the falling water, the golden statues, and the small excitable crowd of Ministry dependents who were gathering in the atrium. Dudley was fishing about in the fountain for Knuts to toss back out again, elbow-deep, and Harry was laughing and coming up with weird wishes to make on them.

Lily hadn’t said son. She’d said family, and that was true enough, wasn’t it? She didn’t say son– she had a son, and she had a nephew, a ward, another child who came to her after nightmares and scraped knees. It was not less, it was just words.

Lily worried about stealing more things from Petunia. Tuney had shrieked at her, in ladies’ restrooms and suburban foyers, had hissed at her in grocery store aisles and family dinners, because Lily got everything. And now Lily had her son.

Lily could just imagine it– could just see Petunia’s face twisting and chin stabbing at the air. You could have anything, and you took my son– my son!

“You left him to me,” Lily whispered, but that wasn’t quite right. “You left,” she whispered, and that wasn’t quite right either, so she strode off toward the fountain to ask the boys if they wanted to go see the Auror spellwork ranges. Dudley’s sodden shirt sleeves dripped all over the Ministry floors. Harry’s hair fell down into his eyes and they both grinned bright enough to rival the spelled sunlight.

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(Keith and Lance are on their first date at a restaurant)

Keith: I hate cheesy things, they make me sick to my stomach.

Lance, desperately trying to cover his heartbreak as he subtly types out a text to Hunk and Pidge from under the table telling them to cancel the incredibly cheesy gesture he had planned for after their date: (voice cracking) Oh.. really? I didn’t, um, know that about you.

Keith: (shrugs) I try not to be too open about it. Shiro says it kind of ruins the mood whenever I bring it up.

Lance: (having a crisis) Yeah, uh huh. I totally get that. Yeah. 

Keith: … Are you okay?

Lance: Who, me? I’m fine! Never been better! (all the moments where he picked up Keith in a suit and gave him flowers and held the door/chair for him in the restaurant flash before his eyes) Oh, no. Ohhhhhhh nooooooooo.

Keith: Lance??

Lance: Keith, buddy, light of my life- Wait, shit! You literally just said- Keith, I’m so sorry. I had no idea but I- I should’ve asked if you were alright with all the romcom stuff before I did it. I’m so sorry, I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable or, or that you were being pressured. I just, I really like you, and I wanted to do everything right, but instead I- (he jumps when Keith’s hand touches his own) Uh, Keith?

Keith: Lance, calm down. What are you talking about?

Lance: You said you hate cheesy things!! And-

Keith: Yeah, because I’m lactose intolerant.

Lance: -I’m a cheese master! I’ve been grinding cheese all evening!! I’ve been inhaling that shit, sprinkling it, we’re literally neck deep in- Wait. What?

Keith: Lance. I was talking about my lactose intolerance. I- (he unsuccessfully tries to pass his laugh off as a cough even as he tightens his grip on Lance’s hand) I’m sorry, I swear I’m not laughing at you! It’s just, you’re getting all worked up, and- It’s sweet that you care so much, thank you, but I was talking about- (he starts laughing again)

Lance: You’re talking about your lactose intolerance??? You said, you said cheesy things- (he wheezes) Oh my god, cheese makes you sick to your stomach, you weren’t trying to give me a hint, you were talking about shitting-

Keith: I wasn’t-! I never said that, I said it hurts my stomach! That’s so gross Lance, don’t say that when we’re in public!

Lance: (still laughing) Okay, okay, sorry. I’ll keep it PG.

Keith: That’s all I ask. And, um. About what you were talking about. I don’t… usually like big romantic gestures, or pda.

Lance: … Oh. Well, that’s okay! We can-

Keith: (staring intently at a scuff on the table) But. I’ve found that I don’t mind it when it’s, um. (he stares harder at the table) When it’s. (his ears are starting to turn pink) Whenit’scomingfromyou.

Lance:

Keith:

Lance: (subtly sniffles before smiling) We’ll make a romantic of you yet, Kogane.

comforting the moon signs

Aries 

Leave them alone. Honestly, just… leave them alone for a while. While not always the case, these folks prefer to calm down first. Aries lunarians tend to react on impulse easily and they’re easily overwhelmed by their emotions so they need to sort that out for themselves in a way. This doesn’t mean you have to (but also might have to) physically leave them alone. Just don’t mention their troubles more than necessary; they might overreact. Let them initiate things on their own.

Taurus

Just be there; be the rock they failed to be themselves this time. You don’t need to do anything spectacular, just hug them. Mentally be there for them, but physically as well. They might want to talk about it, if so just listen to them vent, but for the moment, don’t try to solve anything. The bull prefers to solve their problems themselves, even though they may appreciate a good piece of advice. Hug them. Make them feel save in your arms. Feel them. Make it obvious you care.

Gemini

Gemini moons tend to shut down when they’re at a low point, but that surely doesn’t mean they should. Let them communicate their problems. Let them pour their heart out; be interested in their concerns and emotions. However, no matter what they’re saying, what they’re feeling, make sure to see them for who they are. Their emotions are quick to change, the person or situation they’re upset because isn’t what’s (the most) important. It’s them. Their current feelings. Their position. Also, make them laugh a bit. Don’t make it rude, don’t make fun of them. But try to make them crack a smile. They’ll appreciate it.

Cancer

Don’t ignore what they’re going through, obviously, but don’t remind them of it even more. They’re already feeling it with every fiber of their body. Instead, gently distract them. Do things together you know they like. If they’re into baking, bake with them. If they love a particular show, watch it with them and cuddle a bit. Don’t expose them to the hectic reality of day-to-day life. Comfort them by helping them distress. Be like a mother comforting its child.

Leo

Fuel their ego. It might sound shallow, it might be, but Leos need it. Remind them of their glow, tell them why and what you love about them. Don’t just throw compliments at them in hope that they’ll feel better. Make it genuine. Listen to them, be there, and then distract them a bit, but stay close. Maybe hold their hand, or play with their hair. If you know they like it, take them to the outdoors, let them breathe some fresh air and go on a small adventure, just the two of you. Show them the love the world holds for them.

Virgo

Keep them distracted. Pamper them a bit, focusing on the details of why you love them. If they can’t do things they normally can, like grocery shopping or the like, do that for them, but don’t try to solve their overall problem. Don’t tell them to “calm down” or “stop worrying so much”. They WILL worry and they WILL feel anxious, so just listen to their rants, humour them a bit, listen some more. Keep them busy. Observing Virgo will notice that you were there for them, even if you didn’t (manage to) do anything in the end.

Libra

Stay focused on them. Don’t compare your problems to theirs, they’re so often so occupied with everyone else’s problems, give them something back. Libra lunarians tend to be indecisive so lightly push them into making a choice (by themselves of course). Give them your love, let them feel it. Give them a hug. Kiss their forehead or their head. Rub their back. Hold them close, make them be able to lose themselves in your arms.

Scorpio

Hug them. Put your arms around them, tightly, as if you’re trying to hold them from falling apart. Let them feel whatever they’re feeling but don’t let them alone with it. Agree with them, as long as you’re not completely faking it; they’d sense it. Make sure they don’t feel judged, that you’re still thinking as highly of them as before. Please don’t let them regret finally opening up to someone. Please give yourself to them as long as they need you to be there for them.

Sagittarius

Help them escape their bad feelings. Stand by their side. The archer doesn’t need someone to solve their problems for them, while they try to avoid them they still know how to handle them themselves in the end, and that goes for the moon in Sagittarius person as well. Distract them with what matches them. Visit a quiet café with an introvert and talk about whatever comes to mind, whatever makes them forget their low point. Go to a wild concert or the amusement park with an extrovert and let them laugh all the sorrow away. Don’t let their optimism fade away.

Capricorn

These guys like to not make it obvious when they’re down, they may even try to shrug it off. But if you want to comfort them, try to not push them into anything. Listen to their thoughts and nod your head, no need for big words with this sign (although some uplifting words are never a bad thing). Don’t smother them with physical affection, blankets and food, you’d suffocate them. If you view it as appropriate, try to distract them. Otherwise just let them free some of their thoughts.

Aquarius 

Aquarius moon often wants to be alone in low moments as well and are a bit harder to comfort, but they usually already appreciate it when you believe in them. If you really want to make them feel better though, be positive. They want to talk. Aquarius loathes feeling bad. Don’t just say cliché things like ‘don’t worry, all will be well’. Make them laugh. Remind them of good times. Push them in the right direction; make them look ahead, make them not give up. 

Pisces 

While Pisces lunarians usually differ a lot when it comes to how they want to be comforted when at a low point, they are all big on the ‘acknowledge my feelings’ one. While this is the case for pretty much everyone, moon in Pisces wants you to be present when there for them. Actually, these folks do a lot better with being able to feel that you care and are silently supporting them than seeing you doing grand things but not meaning it.

Note: Always remember to take your other placements into consideration. Nothing stands and works all on its own.

Our Little Secret-Part One

Summary: After a hunt and quite a few drinks the boys learn that you aren’t as ‘experienced’ in one department as they thought you were. Dean thinks he can rectify that

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Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Oral Fixation for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4700

Warnings: Smut, oral (male and female receiving), insecure reader, language

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. This is the first part of what I hope is a lengthy and smutty series. Any feedback is always appreciated. This is also for @emilywritesaboutdean and @wheresthekillswitch ‘s Do It Like TFW Challenge (The gif is near the bottom)

A thank you to my beta @ayeronda for betaing at an ungodly hour and being so wonderful.


It’s been a long ass day and an even longer hunt. You were more than happy to be sitting on Dean’s bed in the boys’ motel room, sipping on your second, or maybe it is the third beer. And that was just here, it wasn’t counting the four or five shots you had had down at the bar. So now you were here and Sam was riding Dean hard about his strikeout at the bar.

“Dude, you were never going home with her.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”

You can’t help but chuckle, “What? Two whole minutes?”

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That Really Happened (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 2,864

Summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends since you were little kids, but it turns out that the games you used to play together have different results as adults.

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blue orchids

hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
word count: 18.748
warnings: implied smut
disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

I am immensely thankful for the talented people who have created art / edits for this story: x, x, x, x, x, x ♡ also, make sure to read moonlight (drabble from jimin’s pov) and home after rain (short sequel) after reading this story. enjoy!


You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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Imagine demon!Dean beating a guy up to death because he touched you and he got jealous.

“She’s pretty.” you said softly, trying to hold back the hint of bitterness and pain in your voice. Or jealousy for that matter. You couldn’t blame her, who knew with how many women Dean had been with ever since he became a demon.

“And probably his type. But it shouldn’t bother you now, should it chipmunk?” Crowley raised an eyebrow as the both of you didn’t take your eyes off of the demon playing darts as the blonde waitress gave him another drink with a rather flirtysmile might you say.

“Not now, not ever.” Crowley finally turned to look at you “You are not his girlfriend, (Y/n). Never been, yet you are bothered so much by this. I wonder why.”

You scoffed, turning to glare at him “As if you don’t know. Dean is probably the most oblivious man in the world but you never were Crowley. Why would you use this stupid nickname on me if you didn’t?”

“Guilty.” he flashed you a smile, downing his drink “But he’s no longer the man that you remember, love.”

“Right, so that’s why you wanted me here?” you scoffed “And don’t you dare deny it to me Crowley. You didn’t even blink in surprise when you saw me. You’re letting yourself get caught and sooner or later Sam will come walking in as well.”

“I must admit- the only thing that did surprise me was the fact that moose didn’t come in right after you.” he shrugged “But probably- it’s time to finally put him on track-” he looked at Dean “And make him realize how little he is leaving for just how much.”

“Hell? Oh wow, yes Crowley that really is everyone’s dream kingdom.”

“It is one, nonetheless.” he winked at you and before you could say a thing he had vanished right in front of your eyes. You scoffed at him but didn’t have the chance to question him when you turned your head and your eyes locked with his green ones. And just like always they made your heart skip a beat. Because maybe you were always friends but your love for him was undying.

You held your breath as he set his glass down and raised an eyebrow at you. He said nothing to the rest of them men he was playing with and casually strode towards you “(Y/n)” his voice was as rough but a lot more cold “Fancy seeing you here.” and the smirk on his face made it all worse.

“Is it?” you asked in a low voice and his smile dropped.

“What do you want here?” he asked serious.

“Oh so Crowley didn’t tell you?” you scoffed a laugh “He knew I was on your tracks with Sam, he should be here very soon. I managed to get a lead and thought if I could convince you to come back without him having to hurt himself but… I don’t think there is a point in trying.”

“I told you to stay away.” he shrugged casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets “Not my fault you don’t listen.

“You told Sam to let you go, not me. And I thought there was a chance here but- I was wrong obviously. I’m curious how you didn’t see this coming, or even more that Crowley didn’t speak to you about his plans. Whatever those may be. What happened? Don’t you guys tell everything? Oh no, don’t Dean, secrets are bad, they ruin relationships. We know it better than anyone.” you went from sarcastic to completely serious.

He scoffed, putting on a smirk on his face and rolling his eyes “Don’t care what his game is, I am not his toy. I have my own plans and I’m glad that… he made it easier for me.” he looked

“What do you mean?” you frowned when you noticed the predatory smile on his face “Made it easier by letting me find you?”

“I’ll let you know soon, now follow me and let’s out of here. You’re drawing too much fucking attention with those shorts.” he took hold of your arm, dragging you up as he glared at a few men behind you that had been sneaking looks at you.

“Like hell.” you hissed, snatching your arm from his “Why does it even matter to you? Especially now, I am nothing to you. So what if they look? I am free, Dean, hell they can even touch as much as they want to.” you said angrily.

His eyes darkened as he looked “Let’s go. Now.” he said in a low almost growl but you weren’t having any of it.

“Why?” you scoffed a laugh “So that you can kill me now? Or so that she doesn’t see us talking?” you motioned with your head to the blonde that already had her eyes on you. You tried so hard not to show how much this was hurting you.

“She has nothing to do with this. Come on.” he tugged, holding your hand again.

“Right, of course she doesn’t.” you scoffed “With how many have you been exactly all these months?”

“You’d want to know, wouldn’t you?” a satisfied smirk was on his face.

You didn’t have the chance to speak though because another voice spoke up “Is everything alright?” it was a guy you had seen checking you out ever since you came in.

“Yes, everything’s fine actually. My friend here was just leaving.” you gave Dean a look “How about you buy me a drink and we can talk?” you gave him a smile that made his grin widen.

“Yes, of course sweet cheeks.” he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You’re gonna lose that hand buddy.” Dean growled, and you both stopped before you could leave.

“Excuse me?” he raised an eyebrow “Did you just threaten me?”

“No, I was giving you a friendly warning.” Dean shrugged with a casual smile.

“Yeah, right.” he scoffed, arm tightening on your waist just to mock the demon and for a second you got scared when Dean’s smile completely fell.

“But you obviously don’t listen very well.” he scoffed and before you could realize it he had grabbed the man by the collarof his shirt and pinned him against a pillar.

“And now- you get to see what I mean when I say that you shouldn’t have done that.” and even if you expected it you jumped when he threw a powerful punch at the man. And the another, and another and another without letting him do a single move. You were almost scared for his life when you saw the mark on Dean’s arm burn that angry red as he kept hitting the guy, blood covering his fist and groans and moans of pain filling the bar along with hushed whispers from other customers.

“Fucking asshole, think you could ever have a piece of that?” he scoffed a laugh, punching more “In your dreams!” another punch “She’s too pure and perfect for a bloody jackass like you. You would never stand a fucking chance.” he growled, punching him more.

You could barely make out any of the things he said after that as the sounds were too much to handle. People shouting, some cheering and encouraging him to keep going. And then you heard her.

“Dean, stop!” she screamed but he didn’t listen to her, as he kept punching with groans himself “Stop! You’re gonna kill him!” she screamed but it didn’t seem to have a single effect on him at the moment.

“Would serve him fucking right.” Dean growled, grabbing his bloody face and making the guy look at you “Do you see that? Do you see her?” he said through gritted teeth “She’s great isn’t she? And you’d really want a piece of her tonight but that would be it. You had some gruesome thoughts for her after that though, didn’t you?” he turned his head to look at Dean “Didn’t you?” he roared and he gave him a weak nod.

“Just like I thought.” Dean smirked “For the first, I’d really just break your hand and maybe face. But for this-” he looked at him darkly and your breath got caught in your throat. If he killed him right there in front of so many people he’d draw all the wrong attention.

“Dean!” you screamed “No, no don’t!” you exclaimed and as surprising as it was for everyone, it caught his attention and he glanced at you over your shoulder. You looked at him with wide eyes, shaking your head in fear.

“Seems like your lucky day, bastard.” he growled “You’re very damn lucky that she can have this effect on me because trust me your death… it would have not been easy. And she would never give you a single glance because you know why?” he smirked in an almost sinister way “Oh you know why.” he laughed, pushing him to the side and he fell on the floor. He looked down at him for a second, smirking before with a roll of his eyes he turned around and looked at the rest of the customers.

He didn’t say a think, he only scoffed at them and walked towards you.

“D” you found yourself whispering as you stared at him with wide eyes “You would have-”

“I should have.” he growled “Hope you fucking understand I am not playing games here, (Y/n).” he grabbed your jaw with one hand and your heart leapt to your throat when he brought his face closer to yours, your lips only an inch away. You knew what he wanted to do but he stopped himself, looking from your lips up to your eyes. He smiled slightly, running his thumb over your lower lip.

“You are mine, and I’ll make sure everybody knows it from now on.” he said in a low rough voice and you frowned. You knew in what way he meant it, you were no fool with what he had almost done but it still confused you. You were always friends and on top of that even if he didn’t care at the moment as a demon… what really held him back from forcing a kiss out of you? IT felt as if for a moment you saw your own Dean flash through his eyes.

“Only. Mine.” he said in a husky voice in your ear and you felt shivers run down your spine when his teeth grazed over it “I’ll wait in the car.” he added and let go of you, almost leaving you to try to recover from the shock.

But you only had another one coming once he’d left and the waitress spoke to you “You are (Y/n)?”

“Why-” your voice was hoarse as you looked at her “You know me?” and the look on her face only said yes, making you realize there was only person that could have spoken about you to her.

Dean. But the real question was why?

  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *smiling at his phone*
  • John: *watching him* Case?
  • Sherlock: *looking at his texts*
  • I love you. SH
  • I love you, too. Mollyx
  • I love you more. SH
  • I love you MOST ;) Mollyx
  • Doubtful. SH
  • Not really. Mollyx
  • Marry me. SH
  • Okay. Mollyx
  • Sherlock: *still smiling* No...better.
Our Little Secret-Part Five

Summary: You and Dean figure out how to tell Sam. Later the two of you try something that Dean hasn’t really done

SERIES MASTERLIST

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Face Fucking for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4300

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, rough sex, squirting, language

A/N: I’m sorry. I was going to wait until tomorrow afternoon to post this, but I couldn’t help myself. Thank you so much for reading. I absolutely love writing this series and sharing it with you. Any feedback is always appreciated.



“You want to tell Sam?” He’s got that crease on his forehead, “I thought you didn’t want him to know.”

You smile, stretching your neck, kissing right below his ear, “But you do.”

“You’re okay with it?” He’s confused, “You’re sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m sure.”

You’re not sure, not at all, but you kinda need to take the chance.

Dean pulls you up, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before breaking away.

You giggle, “I guess it will be easier too, we won’t have to come up with excuses for getting a different room.”

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Chewbacca And Han Solo (Jughead Jones Imagine)

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Word Count : 3728

A/N: A small disagreement escalates into something Jughead regrets from the minute he says it. But in the time of need, good will always win.

Warnings: Swearing


“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“Again…no.”

“What about- “

“Nah-uh.”

“Y/N I AM BEGGING YOU!”

You put your hand on you hip, “There is actually no way in hell am I wearing that.”

Jughead sighed, “Why? What’s wrong with it?”

“You want me to tell you what’s wrong with wanting me to wear a Chewbacca outfit to a party that our whole year will be at?” You asked with raised eyebrows, not understanding where the hell your dumbass boyfriend got that idea from.

“Well, we can’t both be Han Solo!” He defended, throwing his hands in the air as if it was obvious.

You scoffed. This was the biggest party in your whole social life, you looked forward to it every year. It was hosted by the one and only Cheryl Blossom and the rule was: no fancy dress = no entrance. The past years you had outdone yourself, staring off with Jasmine from Aladdin, followed by a hippie with the full flower-power theme the next, and last year you topped it off with dressing as Bellatrix Lestrange. Now this time around, you had to do even better, which meant definitely not wearing the Chewbacca costume that Jughead wanted you to.

He had brought up the idea moments ago, you were currently at lunch in the student common room, surrounded by the usual group of Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and yourself. The people you called your “best friends” all had different reactions to Jugheads couple costume idea. Veronica was looking shocked at the thought of you wearing a furry-onesie to the highest social class event of the year, Kevin nodding and agreeing with her argument that she was loudly spreading to the rest of the group. Archie was in deep conversation with Jughead about the style of his costume and planning a trip the town costume shop for a plastic gun to take royal place as Han Solos weapon. And Betty was in awe at the ‘adorable’ thought of a couple-costume.

You on the other hand, thought it was preposterous.

“Sorry to burst your bubble Juggie,” you shrugged sarcastically, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but I would rather get a sticky maple from Chuck than wear a Chewbacca costume in public…or ever.”

Little did you know, that once you had said your final word and started to have a conversation with Veronica about your actual costume, Jugheads’ heart sunk. He was excited about this, the first time he wanted to do something publicly to show that you were his, and you had turned down his idea.

All he wanted to do was show the other guys that nobody was to touch you.

Looking up from your conversation with Ronnie, you noticed your boyfriend’s sunken eyes that were focused on the floor. He couldn’t be that affected by a simple costume, could he? It was just a costume, a silly outfit that he was taking way to personally to heart.

Jughead looked up and met your loving eyes with a cold stare.
“Fine, you would rather have a fun time with Chuck, then he can take you to the party.” Jughead stated
aggressively.

You were stunned, and as were the others it seemed because they suddenly fell quiet from their various conversations.

“What are you talking about, Juggie?” You laughed lightly, confused with the sudden turn of events.

He scoffed, “Well you obviously don’t care about me, so Chuck can take you. I’m not going.”

Archie place a hand on his elbow, “Jug don’t be an idiot- “

Jughead shrugged him away and stared accusingly at you. You started to felt your blood boil at his sudden accusations and rudeness.

“Where is, this coming from?” You asked with pure shock laced in your tone.

Of course, you cared about him, he was the one person you loved more than life for god’s sake!

“You always have to have your own way! Nothing nice for anyone else,” Jughead accused, his words becoming harsher than expected.

The way he stared at you with a cold, hard glare hurt inside and you could see the tears start to form at the bottom of your waterline, but there was no way you were going to start crying here in front of all the people.

“Fine,” you shouted back, “I will go with Chuck.”

Veronica started to say your name in a rushed tone to make you see reason, but you ignored it.

“I will go with Chuck, because I don’t want to go with someone who overreacts about a costume party and starts making accusations!” You furiously said with the anger you felt being clear in your face.

But Jugheads expression only grew angrier and suddenly, you were frightened of losing him forever.

“Well that’s good then because I don’t want to go with someone who doesn’t care about anyone but herself and acts like goddamn royalty and superior, but is actually just a fake and never gets anything right. Because guess, what I hate people like that, and guess what again, that is a definition of you.”

He spat out the words like poison, and the way they stung your heart certainly felt like it. Your stomach felt heavy, as if all the broken pieces of you heart and fallen. A single tear rolled down your cheek and the vison of Jughead was blurred.

But when he saw how much damage his words caused and how he had just destroyed anything the two of you had, the anger inside his bones was washed away and instead, he was filled with regret.
He hated the fact he had hurt you, the way he has just broken the person he loved and needed to get by.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I did-“He began to stutter with remorse obvious in his voice. His eyes met yours but you looked away. It hurt to do so.

“No, it’s ok, you made your feelings pretty clear,” you spoke clearly, brushing the tears way with the palm of your hand and picking your back up from the couch. Without another word, you left the room.

You were closely followed by Veronica and Betty after they both started at Jughead with confusion and frustration plastered on their face and left the room, running after you to make sure you were ok. Kev left behind them, but not before putting a hand on Jugs shoulder to show he cared for him, but the fact he left to come after you showed he was concerned for you more than Jughead. Archie was still sat on the couch, just staring at his best friend as he had a mental battle with himself.

Jughead was furious with himself at the way he had overreacted and hurt you so deeply. He never meant for it to go that far, and his heart hurt at the idea of you crying somewhere feeling damaged and defeated.

Archie rose to his feet and looked Jughead straight in the eyes. No matter how much he wanted to say something to make his best friend feel better, to make him ok and tell him that there was a light at the tunnel. Archie desperately wanted to tell him that you two would make up and you would forgive him, but he couldn’t. Instead he picked up his back and made an exit for the door.

Jug’s eyes followed him out, and when Archie stopped he was hopeful that his best friend was going to be there for him in the time of need.

But all that came from Archie’s mouth was:

“You really fucked up this time, mate.”

And he left.

Jughead just sighed.

“Yeah,” he mumbled to himself. “I know.”

The tears in your eyes started to fall quicker and quicker as you stormed down the school corridors, looking for one person in particular. And when you saw him, you knew exactly what to do.

“Hey, Chuck!” You yelled down to him. Chuck was standing next to Reggie, and when he heard his named called, he turned around quickly. Your eyes met each other’s and you felt a sickening felling grow in your stomach.

“Hey, babe,” he smirked, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “what’s up?”

You shrugged his arm off – it wasn’t the same loving feeling as Jugheads. Chucks simple gesture felt dangerous, and you suddenly wanted to back out from making a mistake.

But there was no way you could go back to Jughead, not after he had hurt you like that.

So, gathering up courage, you managed to force out the words.

“Do you want to go to Cheryl’s party with me?” You spoke through gritted teeth, trying not to think about the fact you should be doing this with Jughead and not a play boy like Chuck.

You heard running from behind you and saw Betty and Veronica nearing where you were.

Betty placed a heartfelt hand on your elbow, trying to pull you away from Chuck, but your shrugged her off, “Don’t do this Y/N, you know Jughead didn’t mean it- “

“Shut up, Betty!” You spat out, not intending for it to come out quite so rude, “Sorry, it’s just that Jughead has made his feelings clear, so I’m going to take his advice.” You said, looking them in their eyes and trying to show them that you knew what you were doing.

Chuck pulled you back into his side and smirked down at you, “Yeah baby, we can go together, and after we can have a little fun.” He laughed and whispered in your ear.

Your stomach grew tighter as you felt your breakfast almost making a re-appearance. You forced a smile and just nodded at Chuck, pulling yourself out of his arms and walking towards a worried looking
Betty and a confused looking Ronnie.

“Jughead made up his mind,” you defended yourself, biting back the tears that were ready to be unleashed, “and now so have I.”

But of course, your heart took over and the tears began to spill once more. Veronica quickly pulled you into her arms, the comforting smell of her Yves Saint Laurent perfume making you feel safe for the moment. Betty joined in, and the three of you remained silently hugging in the middle of the hallway. Unbeknownst to you, Kevin and Archie has witnessed the entire matter, and when they noticed what was happening between you all, rushed over to be part of the group hug.

‘These people are here for me’ you thought to yourself. But no matter how much you wanted to be happy at that moment, you couldn’t.

Because your heart was shattered, and unfortunately, the only person who could fix it was the person who destroyed it in the first place.

And little did you know, that very same person was watching all his friends comfort you in the middle of the hallway, whilst you cried quietly because of something he did.

And he was determined to make it right.

—3 DAYS LATER—–

Saturday night. Party night.

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Storage Room (M)

Originally posted by seagulljjk

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut 

╳ Summary: You didn’t know that accidentally being locked in a storage room with Jungkook could turn out to be so fun.


All you wanted to do was go to the mall by yourself and have a relaxing day but no, of course that can’t happen. You were just walking by a store, glancing at a display window, admiring a cute outfit until you heard screams. You quickly whipped your head around to see a swarm of girls coming at you. You had no time to think before you got pushed into the store, the employees freaking out trying to shut the door, and a guy in all black pacing back and forth.

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That Goddamn Stealth Suit

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve takes out his frustrations on you after the events on the Lemurian Star…In Fury’s office…still wearing the Stealth Suit…

A/N: I have no excuse. 

(also will someone please teach me how to title things? i’m sick of my shitty titles)

Warnings: It’s just smut. PWP.  no plot. filth.unprotected sex, stealth suit porn..language..captain kink..sorta

Words: 1875

tags: @yourtropegirl @jimtkirkisabitch @daybreak96 @feelmyroarrrr @sistasarah-sallysaidso @itsanerdlife

If you were honest, it was all your fault.  You had made a comment to Steve just before he’d left for the mission on the Lemurian Star about the stealth suit.  Something about the deep blue of it and how it sat just right across his broad shoulders.  He’d laughed it off at the time, but you’d seen the look in his eye.  And to be fair, you were the one that suggested a way to relieve some stress and get back at Fury at the same time.  Which is how you wound up here, pinned against the inside of Fury’s office door, legs wrapped around Steve’s trim waist and hands in his perfect hair.  

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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.5]

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3] [previous part] [next part] [pt.7] [pt.8] [pt.9] [pt.10] [pt.11]  [pt.12] [pt.13] [pt.14]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language and some suggestive content


You walked sleepily towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water or maybe make some coffee, you’d make up your mind when you got there. You ran your hand through your hair, tousling it further.

Yawning, you stepped into the kitchen, the tile sending a shock through you, cold against your bare feet.

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frying-pansexual-m  asked:

Klance 70? Please and thank you

#70 - You’re warm


Lance sits in the common area of the castle, sipping at his tea that Hunk had prepared him. Red had thankfully come to save him after his pod had crashed into the icy lake, and despite changing his clothes and Coran wrapping him in a tight blanket, Lance is unable to get the chill out of his bones. He’s too skinny. Too long. Too much surface area to his body that any heat he generates is almost immediately lost. He thinks about jumping in a hot shower, but Allura had warned him that that may shock his system too much. He has to warm up gradually with just a warm blanket. 

Pidge has left to fetch him a hot water bottle. Hunk is running tests on Red to make sure she’s ok. She’s not built for water and ice in the same way that blue is. 

This just leaves Lance with Keith on the couch. Lance takes another sip of his tea. His fingers tremble. Keith sighs.

“Here,” He slips off his red jacket. It’s not very insulated, but it holds traces of Keith’s heat.

“I’m not sure it will help,” Lance remarks. He’s already wearing his green jacket and a blanket.

“You can try?” Keith shrugs. Lance nods. He lets his blanket slip off and bravely removes his green jacket. Goosebumps appear on his skin. He snatches Keith’s jacket out of his hand.

He pulls it up and around his shoulders and sighs. It’s incredibly warm. His stomach stops knotting with shivers momentarily and Lance is able to relax. Keith slides closer to drape the blanket back over his shoulders.

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I’m sorry I can’t help more.” Keith pouts. It’s an uncharacteristic expression. Lance forces a smile.

“It’s ok. I appreciate it.” But then Lance’s shivers return. The heat from Keith’s jacket is lost as Lance’s own body heat can’t replenish it. Keith notices and scowls.

“Cold again?” He creeps closer, placing a hot hand on Lance’s thigh. 

“Sorry.”

“God, where the hell is Pidge?” Keith’s brows crinkle further as he scans the entrances to see if he can see the smallest paladin approaching. Lance huffs out a laugh.

“You wanna help?”

“Of course.”

Lance smirks. If he’s going to die of hypothermia then he wants to spend his last moments doing what he loved best… messing with Keith. 

“Stay still,” He warns, before he’s thrown off his blanket and pounces on Keith, wrapping himself around the other boy like a snake. His legs drape over his lap, and his hands crawl beneath his shirt. Keith squeaks at the contact.

“What are you doing!”

“You’re warm.” Lance sighs. Keith feels his muscles relax. His hands are still frighteningly cold on his bare back and chest.

“God, you’re so warm.” Land presses himself closer, now burying his face into the crook of Keith’s neck.

“Alright, hang on, hang on.” Keith sighs. He counts to 10 in his head and heaves out a long exhale. This isn’t exactly the circumstance he fantasised about, but having Lance’s touch on his bare skin is causing a reaction all the same. 

He composes himself, then starts to lean back on the couch. Lance greedily follows. He takes off Keith’s jacket and lifts up his own shirt, so that when he lays on top of Keith, both of their bellies contact each other. Keith flinches at the cold. Lance sighs.

“Guardian of fire, right?” Lance chuckles. He nudges at Keith’s arms.

“Hold me dammit.” He insists. Keith laughs. It vibrates against Lance. 

Keith pulls the blanket over the two of them, before wrapping Lance tightly in his arms. Guiltily, he slips his hands underneath Lance’s shirt and splays them against his bare back. His skin is soft. Lance smiles against his cheek.

“Better?”

“Much.” Lance laughs. He wonders if all those years in the desert have baked the sun into Keith’s skin. He wants more of it. Needs more contact. Wants to soak up every ounce of warmth Keith offers. 

“Hey Lan…. whoa…” Pidge’s voice echoes in the entryway. Keith turns his head, but is unable to move the rest of his body.

“Look what you did.” He deadpans. “You were too slow and now Lance has taken me.”

Pidge sniggers. 

“Did you even fight it?”

“Not really. He was too pathetic.”

“Hey,” Lance grumbles. His eyes are closed and he doesn’t bother to open them. “Just put the hot water bottle on my thighs and walk away.”

“Don’t you think…”

“Water bottle. legs. walk away.” lance repeats. 

Pidge rolls her eyes. She lifts the blanket. Wow… Keith was really all up in there… 

She sniggers as she places the water bottle on the back of Lance’s thighs. The one place Keith’s body heat can’t seam to reach. She re-sets the blanket.

Lance hums and cuddles against Keith. There’s a big, dopey smile on his lips. His eyes are still closed. 

“Thank you, Pidge.”

Pidge’s eyes meet Keith’s. Keith is glowing bright red, and unlike Lance, looks like he might just overheat and combust.

“Are you suffering?” Pidge asks.

“Uh,”

“Shhhhh” Lance brings his hand up to cover Keith’s mouth. Whatever protest he may have had is smothered. Keith laughs against his hand.

“Walk away, Pidge. That will be all.” Lance dismisses her.

Pidge turns on her heel and walks out of the common area, mumbling idiots under her breath. She bumps into Hunk just on the other side of the wall. 

“Problem?”

“They’re being weird”. She throws her hands into the air in dismay. Hunk cocks an eyebrow. He peers around the doorway to see the two boys entangled in each other on the couch. Lance looks about .5 seconds away from falling asleep. Hunk locks eyes with Keith and smiles. He gives him a thumbs up. Keith shyly smiles back. His hands are covered in blanket, but they shift in a tell-tale way that indicates he is returning Hunk’s gesture.

“They’re fine.” He chuckles. He places one of his large hands on top of Pidge’s head and escorts her away from the scene. 

Natural - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Natural

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine Bill seeing you interact with little Jackson on set and realizing he wants to have kids with you.

A/N: (Y/s/n) = Your Superhero Name, Y’all little Georgie is everything! And I’m not the one to easily find kids adorable or say I’d want a kid like that but oh dear!

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Bill asked with an adorable frown as he looked down at you and you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

“Bill you don’t have to worry about me, I already have an amazing company!” you grinned, turning to look at Jackson who was barely able to hold all of the comics in his small hands.

“You two will get along perfectly fine.” he breathed out with a small chuckle and you giggled after looking at your small fan and then back at your boyfriend.

“We already are.” you winked “Come on now, go be a big scary clown and don’t get all messy with the blood, children are not like eating chicken and you know it. Bones are bigger and there usually is a whole lot more blood, cause you practically eat them alive and yeah.” you leaned in and pecked his lips as he laughed at you.

“You’re so weird.” he made a funny face but still looked at you with adoration.

“But that’s why you love me.” you breathed out, your hands resting on his chest “And if you need any tips on red lipstick I am always here, baby.” you winked with a giggle and he chuckled.

“You are… amazing.” he breathed out, cupping your face before fully kissing you on the lips.

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How To Get A Guy To Like You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary:Sometimes, internet can be helpful with love problems.
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 2.441
A/N: Thank you so much for the notes on the imagine before this one, people! They make me so happy, and I hope you’ll like it too! Friendly reminder, I absolutely love feedback! :) 
Gif’s not mine!

Growing up as a hunter sure had its disadvantages. Aside from the constant danger, being overall socially awkward due to not having time to get to know people, and always having to be on alert, you also made your peace with having to accept you didn’t know everything, especially when it came to humans, but you knew that you had to look for help when you needed it.

“Sam, I need help.”

Sam’s head shot up and he put the book down, sitting up straight almost immediately, “Sure. Are you in trouble?”

You cleared your throat as you sat down across him, and his eyes searched yours,

“Is this about Lucifer?”

“No-“

“Angels?”

“No-“

“Is it-“

“How do I get a guy to like me?”

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Exposure // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Three [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One Part Two

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Sinning, Daddy Kink, and Swearing.

Word Count: 8,233 (I got slightly carried away)

Song: Dance For You by Beyonce

A/N: I love Nia so much in this she reminds me of season one Stiles and aaah it just makes me smile brightly. Also, I really hope you guys like the surprise ending as much as I do.

“He’s at your house?!” Nia freaked out at me, slamming my locker door shut in the girl’s locker room. “The same guy from the club?!" 

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(Loki x reader) Can’t Sleep pt.2

Originally posted by hard-on-for-hiddleston

A/N: This is one of my most popular one shots and I couldn’t help but want to continue it! I hope you guys like it 

Words: 1,956

Warning: none

Part 1

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Loki shifted slowly in his sleep, the sunlight shining onto his closed eyelids and disturbing him from his peaceful sleep. Loki fluttered his eyes open slowly, trying to draw in his surroundings. He felt the floor beneath him and realised he was resting on a soft carpet. He suddenly noticed that he wasn’t alone. Loki looked towards his chest and where his left hand was resting. He realised that someone was resting on his chest and immediately discovered that it was you. He suddenly stiffened and stressed out, trying to remember what happened. He shifted his hand underneath your head and carefully shifted your body off his, treating you like beautiful china. Once your were rested carefully on the ground, he stood up and delicately placed one arm under your knees and the other beneath your shoulders and warily picked you up. He placed your still sleeping body carefully on your bed and pulled his arms out from underneath you slowly so he wouldn’t wake you. Loki pushed a small strand of hair out of your face and smiled slightly, finding you beautiful and innocent as you were sleeping. Loki’s smile broke when he realised what he was doing, he couldn’t feel anything for you. It wasn’t right, and you didn’t deserve him.

Loki sighed as he walked towards the door and opened it, taking a quick look at you before closing the door lightly and walking out of the room. Loki walked down the hall and saw all the avengers sitting on the couch watching TV. Nobody really paid attention to him at first except for Thor, who was beaming at him. Loki looked at him, creasing his eyebrows with a confused expression.

“There you are, I started to think you’d never show up” Clint said, causing all the avengers to look straight at Loki, something he didn’t really appreciate. Loki nodded and looked down at his feet, still thinking about you. “I was asleep” he said quietly. He didn’t have a witty comeback for the first time since he got here, and he wasn’t really up for it. Loki looked back at Thor who was still smiling, and after a few seconds he stood up walking over to Loki.

“I’ll just be a second, I need to speak to my brother” he said, still smiling. Thor walked over to Loki and grabbed his wrist, leading him towards the hall.

“Wha…what are you doing!?” Loki sniped, irritated by Thor’s confusing behavior.

“I don’t know, anything you’d like to share with me, brother?” Thor said, raising his eyebrow and grinning. Loki shifted awkwardly but tried to cover it up by playing it cool. He looked up at Thor, a confused fake look on his face.

“What is your damage this morning?” he asked, Thor continued to smile at his brother unfazed by his response.

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