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Your True Self

Summary: The reader is one of the few people that is close with Loki while he stays with the Avengers, which causes her to fall deeply in love with him. After talking with Steve, Bucky, and Thor the reader finally feels confidant enough to make a move. 

Word Count: 5383

Authors note: Playful Loki is the BEST Loki! Get ready for this beautiful mixture of smut and fluff…this ones gonna HURT!

You were currently sitting in the living room of Stark Towers, for once all of you were able to enjoy a free day. Things were slow and before they got to 100 miles per hour again, you all were determined to enjoy it…even The God Of Mischief.

Loki was still relatively knew to your group, and only you and Thor seemed to be able to get along with him. You didn’t know what it was, but when it came to Loki you just couldn’t help yourself.

Maybe it was the beautiful contrast between his pale skin and raven hair, or the way his intense blue eyes seemed to stare into your soul. It could be that infamous smirk of his, and how good it felt to be the cause of it.


Whatever it was, you had it bad. It wasn’t that you were inexperienced, but rather just shy…and the man was a god. You were just a mere mortal who happened to be able kick ass, but you didn’t have any special powers.

These types of thoughts stopped you from letting your feelings be known, but that didn’t mean your friends remained in the dark about them. Everyone seemed to pick up on them, even Thor himself.

Thor had become an extremely close friend to you, and you embraced each others positivity and good heartedness. Whenever he saw the affect his brother had over you he would just laugh, “ I don’t understand you mortals, why do you hide your feelings?”.

You would just roll your eyes, “ Easier said than done coming from a literal god…I’m just me..”. His mood would shift when he heard you talk badly about yourself, it saddened him. He wished so badly for you to see yourself the way others saw you..the way his brother saw you.

Trust and friendship did not come easily to Loki, but they came easily with you. That was a miracle in itself, and Thor hated that you couldn’t realize it. Thor would turn to face you, always making sure you looked into his eyes for this was a serious matter.

He’d place a hand on your shoulder, “ A title like that means nothing, it is your actions that define you nothing else. Your actions make you a remarkable woman (y/n), it is a great misfortune that you cannot see that…at least my brother does”.

With that he would leave you alone with your thoughts, refusing to meddle any further. Thor loved you deeply, and he knew how lucky he was to have a friend like you.

Knowing that someone like you cared for his brother filled him with immense joy, if only you would act on your feelings. Despite what Thor told you, it was hard to see yourself how he saw you.

Currently you were in the kitchen talking with Steve and Bucky while the rest of the group hung out in the living room. Both the boys were arguing over who could make the best grilled cheese.

Bucky claiming that Steve “might’ve been frozen too long because his memory is damn wrong”. You sat there on one of the countertops, enjoying the bickering and teasing. Steve rolled his eyes, but laughed at Bucky’s comment.

He pointed the spatula at him, “ You and I both know I make the best grilled cheese in all of Brooklyn, Buck”. God they could argue over anything, but it was always lighthearted topics.

Things like, “ Who rode the Thunderbolt longest at Coney Island as kids” or even, “Who knew episodes of The Lone Ranger better”. You were just thankful that there was never any real fights between them.

Bucky was already getting the cheese and butter out of the fridge, “ Maybe that’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night…”. You laughed loudly at that, he was getting so into this. Steve grabbed the bread and pans, placing them next to the stove.

Suddenly both men turned to you, and you already knew what they were going to ask. Bucky spoke up first, “Why don’t we have our little (y/n) here be the judge!”. In hopes to get you on his side he finished his sentence with a wink.

Steve rolled his eyes, “ You’re barking up the wrong tree Buck, we both know who (y/n) has her eyes on”. You watched the smirk form upon Bucky’s lips, remembering your apparent crush for a certain Asgardian.

Trying to keep your cool you said, “ Right now I’d rather have my eyes on the best grilled cheese in all of New York, if either of you fools can make it”. They both pretended to be hurt by your comment, but the smirk only left Bucky’s face for a moment.

He raised an eyebrow, “ So what does it for you? The dark hair…the accent…his huge-”. Steve slapped Bucky behind the head, stopping his friend while he was ahead.

Bucky put his hands up defensively, “ I was going to say scepter, Captain Dirtymind”. Once again you found yourself laughing, you were lucky to have the friends you did. As if on cue Loki walked into the kitchen, maybe he was the god of bad timing.

Based off of the knowing glances both super soldiers were giving you, you were already blushing before Loki even said anything. He walked over to you with a book in his hand, “ Hello love, hungry are we?”.

You stood there for a moment without saying anything, your mind automatically drifting to more dirtier places. The sound of Bucky holding back a giggle behind you brought you back.

Smiling you said, “ I was going to see which one of these idiots could make the better grilled cheese”. You turned around briefly shooting daggers at both men, while they stood there smirking.

Since you were turned around you couldn’t see the smirk plastered across Loki’s face. He knew full well the innuendo he’d just said, and he knew why Bucky was laughing.

Loki questionably repeated the word, “ Grilled cheese?”. And you smiled realizing he had no idea what that meant. Steve spoke up, “ It’s a type of food here, that I just so happen to be the best at making”. For affect he turned to Bucky, a smug look plastered across his face.

You were eager to change topics, “ How’s the book coming along, do you like it?”. Loki shared your love of reading, and you’d actually got him to start reading one of your favorite books.

You’d given him your personal copy of, “ Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut” will all your favorite quotes underlined. He smiled, “ American authors write quite differently than Asgardians, I’m afraid most references go over my head”.

He watched that beautiful smile of yours fade away, and realized what he said might’ve come across wrong. Quickly he added, “ Would you mind explaining some of it too me love?”. Watching your smile form again made him just as happy, although he kept that to himself.

You got so excited, “ Are you sure?! I don’t want to bore you and-”. Loki laughed lightly knowing that was something you could never do. Holding your gaze he said, “ I find your passion for things quite intriguing darling”.

His words sent shivers down your spine, especially when he called you things like “love” or “darling”. Smiling you asked, “Usual place and usual time or for once will you actually get some sleep?”.

Loki laughed at your little joke, a smile forming upon his own lips. Before turning to exit the kitchen he said, “ I was thinking my room would be better, that way I can finally share one of my favorites with you”.

You nodded your head, way to excited for words to form. Once again he smirked, the effect he had over you was so thrilling for him. With that, he was gone, off to wander the halls until you’d find him later.

As you turned around you saw both Steve and Bucky smirking again. Steve smiled, “Usual place..usual time?”. You mentally slapped yourself for letting them hear that.

Bucky raised his eyebrows suggestively, “ Oh no Steve, he wants to show her something in his room maybe his-”. Once again Steve slapped Bucky behind the head, not wanting this teasing to make you feel too uncomfortable.

Bucky nodded his head, “Okay that time I wasn’t going to say scepter”. This caused you and Steve to crack up laughing. Steve’s expression softened, “I think he really cares for you (y/n) I mean have you even seen him be that inviting with any of us?”.

Steve had a valid point, it did take a lot for Loki to open up. Thinking out loud you said, “Maybe Thor is right…”. Both men looked to each other, and then back at you. Bucky’s eyes widened, “ Doll don’t tell me HIS OWN BROTHER said he had feelings for you!!”.

You hushed Bucky, not wanting the rest of the group to hear what you’d been talking about. Steve spoke up, “If Thor said something to you (y/n) then it has to be true..he knows his brother better than anyone”.

You started to blush finding yourself finally seeing the truth in Thor’s words. Looking up you said, “Okay maybe Thor has mentioned it a couple times but-”. Bucky’s jaw dropped, and Steve was just as shocked.

Bucky looked at you, “ But what?! Please don’t tell me it’s what I think it is..”. You avoided his gaze, letting him know what he was thinking was right. Steve knew what it was too, “You have no reason to be insecure (y/n), you’re one of the most incredible women I know”.

Bucky walked over to you, taking your hand in his. He made you do a spin, “You’re a bombshell doll, start to believe it”. Once again you found yourself smiling and thanking the universe for putting these people into your life.

Steve added, “ We love you and we wouldn’t lie to you, you have NO reason to be the slightest bit insecure…you don’t realize the way he looks at you”. You were confused, and raised an eyebrow.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “ Doll the way he smirks at you is sinful, I only know because I’ve been known to give a couple special women that look myself”. Rolling your eyes you ignored the second part of his comment.

He continued, “ I know desire (y/n), and it’s in his eyes everytime he looks at you”. This many of your closest friends wouldn’t give you false confidence, so what they were saying had to be true.

Smiling you said, “ I love you guys, and I promise I’ll judge your contest later, I have to go get ready”. Bucky cheered while Steve stood there with a look of happiness all over his face. Finally his best friend was going to get the love she deserved.

You quickly left the room which meant you couldn’t see the stares the rest of the room had given Bucky from his cheering. Clint casually said, “ Is (y/n) finally going to make a move on Horns?”.

Bucky nodded his head to which Nat responded with, “ Finally…by the way Stark you owe me $20”. Tony grumbled but handed Natasha the money, causing the room to look at her confusingly.

She smirked, “ What? Tony said it would take (y/n) another month, and I guessed it would be by the end of this week”.  Steve gave Nat his best, “disappointed dad” look.

Sam grinned, “ Look the money was going towards a good cause, and Barnes you owe me $15”. Steve looked to his best friend, who pulled out the money from his pocket. Shocked Steve asked, “ You too?”.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “ Hey at the end of the day (y/n)’s the one getting laid, so who cares”. Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, god his friends were idiots…but their good intentions made up for it.

After the kitchen you went directly to you room, wanting to quickly get ready to meet with Loki later. You weren’t going crazy, not even wearing makeup, but you did wanna freshen up.

Before you’d shower you wanted to pick out your clothes for meeting him. You knew green was his favorite color, and man did you have a surprise for him. Nat had insisted you’d buy this dark green bra and panty set.

It was a mixture of green lace patterns and see through mesh. The underwear were high-waisted, but the see through mesh showed a lot of skin tastefully. It showed off your curves beautifully.

You decided that for clothes you would go the simple route. A pair of leggings and a white off the shoulder top, simple but beautiful. You wore your favorite necklace, it had been a gift from Steve.

Surprisingly it was a gold choker with about five stars that dangeled. You loved that he had taken the time to pick it out, giving you proof that chivalry wasn’t dead. Of course feetwise you’d only be wearing a pair of your favorite fuzzy socks.

Loki always found them amusing from the first night he saw you wandering the halls wearing them. You’d had a cup of tea in one hand, and a book in the other. Your hair had been tied up, but strands still covered your face.

He loved how disheveled you look, truth be told his mind drifted immediately. When you noticed him you smiled, “ Can’t sleep either?”.

Loki never forgot how you weren’t scared of him, or cold, like everyone else had been. You were kind and inviting, something he wasn’t used too. Smiling he answered, “ I’m afraid I never get much sleep love”.

Raising a brow you asked, “ Why is that?”. You seemed so concerned for him, something else he hadn’t expected. Walking closer to you he pointed to his head, “ Nightmares, strange how no bit of magic can seem to cure them”.

You stepped closer to him as well, “ Well I’m guessing wandering around alone at night doesn’t help…I always need to be with someone when I get them”. His expression softened, was this an offer?

You added, “ Buck’s the same way…total cuddler…but don’t let him know I told you he’d kill me”. Loki laughed softly, you were already so trusting. He said, “ Well that must make you a good lover”.

You snorted…lover that was a hilarious idea. He looked confused so you explained, “Bucky’s one of my bestfriends..I love him but not like that”. As you spoke you found yourself walking closer to him.

He raised an eyebrow, “Are there that many types of love for you Midgardians?”. That was when you remembered how tough Loki’s life had been, you doubted he knew any type of love.

Smiling you said, “If you’re one of us there is…and you seem to be working on it”. As he listened to you a smile formed upon his lips. Talking to you was like a breath of fresh air.

You added, “ If you ever want to wander the halls together I wouldn’t mind”. You never understood how you were so daring, but maybe it had to do with the fact that it was the middle of the night.

Loki smiled again, “ I’ll have to take you up on that offer, but I can tell that tonight you desire sleep”. You were extremely tired, and talking to him had calmed your nerves. With a glimmer in your eyes you responded with, “ You better be serious Loki”.

He laughed lightly, “ I shall come find you tomorrow night love, I promise”. To some a promise from the God of Mischief probably meant nothing, but you trusted him. Smirking you said, “ And if you break it I’m afraid you’ll be to dead for sleep anyways”.

You parted your separate ways, but not before seeing a smirk form upon his lips. Loki thought to himself, “ Oh this shall be fun”. That was the start of whatever was currently happening between you both.

After laying out your clothes you jumped into the shower. The warm water felt wonderful on your skin, calming any nerves you had. You lathered yourself up with your favorite body wash; a mixture of lavender and lilac.

You made sure that every part of you body was freshly shaven and soft. Your hair looked extremely silky and smelt heavenly. This all made you feel extremely beautiful.

By the time you were actually ready an over hour had passed. As you looked at yourself in the mirror you smiled, being you was good enough. For once, you confidently made your way towards Loki’s room.

So many thoughts filled your head that you’d become distracted. While turning the corner you knocked into a very strong body, as you looked up you realized it was Thor. With ease he lifted you up, “ Sorry (y/n), you seem quiet distracted though..”.

He took in your appearance and smiled when he noticed your socks. Smirking he asked, “Going to find my brother are you?”. You blushed wondering how he’d known, what could’ve given it away?

With a hearty laugh he explained, “My brother had mentioned his love for your…fuzzy socks?”. Looking down at your feet you smiled, and Thor realized he had gotten the work right. He added, “ Steve also told me of your encounter earlier in the kitchen”.

Looking up at Thor you smiled, “Loki said he wanted to share one of his favorite books with me”. Thor’s smile only grew, that was a big thing for his brother. Quickly you added, “I finally trust what you’ve been telling me Thor..that he cares for me”.

His eyes lit up when he realized what you’d said. Taking your hand in his he said, “ It warms me to know that you finally see your true self”. You hugged Thor, and smiled when he wrapped his arms around you.

Softly you said, “ Thank you for not giving up on me”. Thor only hugged you tighter, wanting his love to be known. When he let you go he said one last thing, “Thank you for not giving up on my brother”.

You continued to make your way towards Loki’s room, your heart now filled with love. You knocked on the door to which Loki said, “ Come in love”. Loki’s room was not what you’d thought it would be.

It was extremely simple, the more extravagant things being his extensive bookshelf, and overlook of the city. Instantly you walked over to the huge window, staring out into the night.

You would’ve forgot where you were had he not come up behind you, “Beautiful isn’t it?”. As you turned your head you realized he was standing directly next to you, shoulders touching.

He continued, “ I didn’t expect to find it so enchanting, but there’s so much more complexity here than Asgard”. You’d never been to Asgard, but from what Thor had told you it seemed beautiful.

Reading your mind he said, “Asgard is beautiful, but Midgard is so free..people aren’t just confined to one single planet”. You’d never thought of it like that, the only people to travel in Asgard had to be high authority.

Turning to him you said, “ I guess my escape is reading, which I’m guessing you share”. As he looked at you, he smiled again. He walked over to his bookshelf, “ When I was confined to my cell reading kept me sane…as sane as I could be”.

You followed him, “ I can’t imagine the toll that must’ve had on you Loki..”. No one had ever had that reaction, no one had ever considered his burdens. His fingers skimmed the books before finding the one he wanted.

Still not facing you he said, “ The price to pay for the crimes I’ve committed I assume”. When he finally turned around to look at you, immediately you saw the hurt in his eyes.

Walking closer to him you said, “ To live your entire life feeling like there was this part of you that made you not belong is an awful thing to go through”. His lips parted, but no words came out.

You continued, “Not to overstep my boundaries, but I don’t agree with a lot of things the All-father has done. He should’ve never hid the truth from you, or pin you against Thor, it shouldn’t be the case that only one can rule…but despite all this Loki I don’t think you’ve become an awful person”.

He thought he might drop the book he’d been holding, no one had ever spoke to him like this. It was like you were reading his thoughts, looking at what hurt him the most.

For once Loki struggled to find words, “ I didn’t think anyone could look past the awful things I’ve done”. Without even realizing he’d been walking towards you.

Holding his gaze you said, “You’ve made mistakes, but that doesn’t mean you should be condemned for them…people can always grow”. You shared such a unique perspective on life, and he now saw why Thor liked you so much.

Laughing softly he said, “If only others shared the same outlook that you do…the world would be different”. By now you were only a foot or so from each other, the closest you’d ever been.

Loki noticed you biting your lip, “ What is troubling you (y/n)?”. You had heard that Loki had a true form and you often wondered what it looked like. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Taking a step closer to him you asked, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable Loki, but I’ve often wondered what your true form looks like..if you don’t want to show me I won’t be hurt”.

From everything you’d been through, he trusted you. He took your hands in his, their coolness refreshing. Loki softly said, “ Close your eyes love”. No matter how much he trusted you, he was scared you wouldn’t like his true form.

A moment later he asked you to open your eyes, and you were mesmerized. His skin was a beautiful dark blue with light blue patterns all over it, his eyes a deep shade of red.

Instinctually your started to trace the pattern on his neck, and blushed when you realized what you’d done. Blushing you said, “I’m sorry..it’s just…your skin is so beautiful..”. His jaw dropped, beautiful?

Raising an eyebrow he asked, “ You don’t find me frightening?”.  You couldn’t help but giggle, how could he be frightening? Smiling you said, “ Loki that’s the last thing I’d ever think of you”.

You watched him process your words, seeing him smile when he finally trusted them. You added, “ If you felt comfortable enough you could remain in your true form every time you’re around me”.

His smile grew, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known (y/n)”. Holding his gaze was too much, so you turned your head to the side. He placed two fingers under your chin, turning you head to him.

Now that you held his gaze he said, “I care deeply for you (y/n) and now I know you feel the same”. You wanted to faint, he admitted his feelings for you. You no longer felt nervous, you were ready.

Placing a hand on his chest you said, “ I love you Loki, for who you are”. He moved his hands to rest on your hips, bringing your body closer to his. Leaning forward he kissed you passionately, his grip on your hips pressing your body into his.

You eased into the kiss, moving on hand to grip his hair on the back of his neck. Just as soon as it had started Loki stopped it, “ I didn’t mean to be so forward love…I just-”.

Smirking you asked, “ I thought the god of Mischief always took what he wanted”. You watched his lips shift into a smirk, and there was a different look in his eyes.

Loki looked at you like you a predator looks at prey, and it made you core ache. His voice was low, “Are you teasing me my pet?”. The way his words rolled off his tongue made you want to moan.

He began to kiss slowly up your neck, taking his time. Loki wanted to leave his mark on you, let the world know he loved you and you were his. He began to nibble on the area below your ear, “I do love you (y/n)”.

Loki began to kiss back down your neck, “ I love the way your breath hitches when I find the slightest ways to touch you..the way your eyes seem to beg me to claim you as mine..is that what you want darling?”.  

By now Loki had picked you up, carrying you to his bed. He laid you on your back, and hovered over you by propping himself up with his elbow.

Loki helped you take off your shirt, “Do you want everyone to know that you are mine? That those pretty noises coming out from your lips are my doing?”. You were already so needy, and he had barely been touching you.

When Loki noticed what you’d been wearing under your clothes he groaned loudly, licking his lips. His smirk was sinful, “You shall be the death of me love”. You sat there, anticipation stopping you from saying anything else.

Loki snapped his fingers, “ Normally I’d love to rip your clothes off of you, but I’m afraid you’ve made me very impatient”. Not only were you left in your undergarments, but Loki was now only left in his.

The light blue patterns continued all over his chest and legs, and you were mesmerized. Bringing a hand to his chest you traced the patterns once again, and for a moment love replaced the lust in his eyes.

Loki couldn’t contain himself anymore, he picked you up once again making you straddle him. His back pressed against the headboard, and his hands on your hips. Looking down at him you said, “I think I can work with impatience”.

Once again he brought his lips to yours, kissing you fevioriusly. You couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, causing him to moan throughout the kiss.

Loki moved his hands to undo your bra, letting it fall slowly off your body. Without hesitation he brought his mouth to suck on one breast, his hand massaging the other.

He teased your sensitive nipples by dragging them lightly between his teeth, and then flicking them with his tongue. Moaning you begged, “ Loki please I need more”.

He moved his free hand down to tease your clit through the fabric of your panties, his cold fingers an amazing contrast to the heat of your area. Loki moaned realizing how wet you were, “These are soaked darling, such a good little pet”.

You began to grind yourself against his fingers, needing any sort of friction. Loki laughed softly, “So needy for me”. With a snap of his fingers nothing separated your bodies anymore.

He teased you further by rubbing circles around your clit, his cold fingers sending shivers down your spine. Moaning loudly you said, “That feels…so..good”.

Had your eyes not been closed you would’ve seen his smirk, “ Perks of being a Frost Giant darling”. The coldness seemed to tease you more, and you’d never felt anything like it.

It made you so needy, “ Please Loki I-”. He stopped what he was doing with his hand, and you finally felt his hard member pressing against you.

Loki smirked when he saw you taking in his size, “That’s just a perk of being me love”. So Bucky was right…he did have a huge…scepter. Everything about the man was amazing.

Your brought your hand down to slowly pump him, “ What happened to impatience love”. Loki smiled hearing you tease him, mocking his tone.

You moved your body down, your face inches from his member. No sly comment left his lips, he needed you just as badly as you needed him. Slowly you licked up his member, watching his pupils dilate.

When you got to his tip you flicked your tongue over it causing his breath to hitch. Finally you took him into your mouth, taking as much as you could. Loki moaned loudly feeling himself hit the back of your throat.

To his dismay you changed positions. Now you moved your mouth to lick the underneath of his balls, knowing that it was a very sensitive area. Loki moaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

It was your turn to smirk sinfully, and it felt good. You moved to take him into your mouth again but Loki pulled your body up. His voice was needy, “If you do that again this will be over before it has begun”.

With one hand Loki slowly pressed himself up and down your slit, “And it’s much more pleasurable this way”. His eyes seemed to search yours for any remaining doubts, he didn’t want to rush you.

You took his face in both your hands, “Loki I am yours”. That was all he needed to hear, slowly he inserted himself inside of you. Your walls stretched around him, causing you both to moan.

You started to bounce up and down, loving the feeling of him going in and out of you. Loki moved his hands to your hips again, guiding you. He moved you forward and backward, riding him.

In between thrusts he said, “You look so beautiful like this (y/n)”. With your hands holding onto his shoulders you leaned forward, letting him go deeper inside of you. With each thrust he was hitting your g-spot.

This angel gave him the perfect opportunity to suck your breasts again, giving you even more pleasure. The chill of his mouth against your hot skin made your pleasure only intensify.

Together your bodies moved as one, needing each other badly. This was all becoming too much, “Loki I’m so close”. You felt yourself right on the edge.

Loki was panting, “Tell me whos you are love”. You didn’t know if you could even speak right now, you only seemed to be able to moan. Picking up the pace Loki repeated himself, “Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good”.

Loudly you screamed, “Loki…you are Loki…fuck”. Somehow he went even deeper and faster, and you knew you couldn’t hold back. Loki nearly growled, “Cum for me (y/n) cum for me right now”.

His words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm now washing over you. It felt like a tsunami that started at your core and caused wave after wave of pleasure to crash throughout your body.

All you could do was moan his name, you were screaming it out. As Loki felt your walls clench around him, he was pushed over the edge. He’d never felt anything like this before, it was so intense.

Loki came just as hard, yelling out you name. Together you rode out your orgasms, wanting this feeling to last forever. Neither of you had felt something this good.

When Loki finally opened his eyes and saw how disheveled you looked he found his heart swelling with love again. Looking deeply into your eyes he said, “I love you so deeply (y/n) and as long as I live you shall be mine and I yours”.

This time when you brought your lips to his the kiss was slow, as if you both wanted to remember this moment forever. You felt him smile against your lips, and you laughed softly.

You rested ontop of his chest as he asked, “What is so amusing darling?”. You looked up into his eyes again, he was still in his true form. Smiling you said, “ I just can’t believe how lucky I am to have you Loki”.

He kissed your forehead softly, “And I the same”. For once Loki felt at peace enough to finally get some rest, the rise and fall of your chest calming him.

He closed his eyes, shocked when only good thoughts crossed his mind. Although magic couldn’t fix his nightmares, maybe your love had been the answer. Loki fell fast asleep, not questioning it further.

Now or Never

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 700

A/N:  I managed to work it into my fic for Mimi’s Rom Com Fluff challenge. I picked the line “You’ve learned my weakness, but I have yet to learn yours.” It is in italics and bold in the fic. Hope you enjoy this quick little nothing, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog ! I  ust needed this. Thought I’d get something down in hopes that it will help me. I haven’t really written in a week, and I can feel the pain of that loss. So, here, please enjoy this.

I blinked my eyes open slowly as I laid there watching her sleep. Her eye lashes fluttered lightly over her cheeks as her dreams took her to a world I knew nothing about. I licked my lip and pulled it between my teeth and contemplated what she could possibly be dreaming about. I wondered if she dreamed about me like I did her. 

She consumed every thought that I had. Since the moment she stepped into my life, she’d been fresh air to my lungs. Water for my soul. A heart that I can call mine. I do not deserve her. 

She was an answer to a prayer I didn’t know I prayed. She was a light in the dark when I had no idea night had fallen. She was the laughter in the air when my laughter faded. She gave me back my life when I never realized I had lost it. 

As Y/N laid beside me, I thought of all the ways I could show her what she meant to me. Show her how important she was to me. Without her, there was no Dean Winchester. That was a simple yet powerful fact. 

And then it hit me. 

I was in love with Y/N Y/L/N. 

My heart raced at the thought. I’d never really felt this before, even though a time or two I was certain I had. My heart beat so rapidly in my ears, it drowned out all other noise. All I could hear was the rushing of blood pumping furiously through my veins. 

She had to know. I had to tell her. 

“’Mornin’ handsome,” she yawned, stretching out next to me and placing a hand over my heart, her lips lazily finding mine. Even after a nights sleep, she was the best thing I’d ever tasted. 

“Hey beautiful,” I mumbled against her lips when she pulled away. She smiled sleepily, the smile reaching her eyes and causing the corners to crinkle slightly. That’s when I knew she was truly happy. 

It was now or never. 

I love you,” I said, my eyes not leaving hers. 

Her eyes widened, the shock on her face evident. She swallowed thickly, tears pooling in her eyes. 

“Am I dreaming? Is this some cruel dream?” she croaked, squeezing her eyes shut like that would make her wake up. 

I pressed my lips against hers, slow and calculated, my tongue begging entrance against her bottom lip, eager to explore and explain. She clung to me then, as if her brain hadn’t allowed her to process my words, but it fully understood and accepted the kiss. She melted against me, pressing her body flush against mine. 

After moments or hours, I’m not sure which, we were both breathless and heaving against each other. 

“You love me,” she stated, her forehead pressed against mine while her nose gently brushed mine, her eyes still squeezed shut willing the moment, the morning, to be real. 

“I do,” I confirmed with a quick kiss. 

She smiled again, even wider than before. 

“About time you caught up,” she laughed, tears rolling down her pink cheeks as she opened her eyes slowly. 

“Caught up?” I asked, confused, my brow furrowing slightly as I searched her eyes. 

“Dean Winchester, I’ve loved you from the minute I laid eyes on you. I’ve known since we were little you were supposed to be mine. I’d do anything for you, Dean. Anything. I love you with everything I am. Everything,” she confessed, a heavy sigh leaving her like a burden had been lifted from her.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her against me again, squeezing her tight. 

You’ve found my weakness,” she mumbled against my chest. “It’s you, Dean Winchester.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as she continued. “But I have yet to learn yours.” 

I pulled away from her then, my eyes locking with hers. 

“It’s only ever been you, sweetheart. Every monster knows it. Every demon. Everyone. You’ll always be my weakness. The one thing I don’t deserve. I will never understand how I got you. You, Y/N Y/L/N are my ultimate weakness.” I kissed her slowly then, putting everything I could into the kiss. 

She sighed against me, accepting my confession. 

I loved her, and now that she knew, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to stop telling her. 


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You didn’t want to admit it, but sometimes, you took Harry for granted. Harry was the loveliest person around and an even lovelier boyfriend, and somehow, in your three-ish years of dating him, you had gotten used to him doing certain things for you. Harry didn’t mind too much, of course. Sometimes, it was the exact same situation with you. 

“I cannot be late.” You stumbled over your feet as you scurried around the living room, picking up any items you needed for your classes today. You weren’t usually late for class, but on the rare occasions that you were, everything just seemed to go pear-shaped. Somehow, you’d never be able to find your notes, your highlighters and pens would be scattered all over the place, your phone would be completely out of battery, and sometimes you’d end up wearing mismatched socks to class. (Everyone thought that was you being quirky, but the truth was you could never find a matching pair of socks when you were in a state of panic.) 

“You could always jus’ call in sick.” Harry suggested, popping out of the kitchen with a water bottle and a paper lunch bag. “I packed an extra thingy of animal crackers in case your tummy gets grumbly in the middle of a lecture.”

“I can’t call in sick, Harry. My test is in two weeks and I can’t afford to miss any important pieces of information…” You trailed off, patting down the couch to find your charging cord. “Plus, the professor makes us sing in front of everyone if we’re late,” You paused, smiling triumphantly when you pulled the cord out from in between the cushions. You turned to look at Harry, “And unfortunately, my voice isn’t as beautiful as yours.” 

“On the bright side, I sharpened your pencils for you so your notes will look neater.” Harry hummed, slipping the bottle of water into your bag and zipping it up. He sat down on the couch, watching as you dashed around the living room. (He never liked to interrupt you when you were running all over the place because he thought it’d be better to let you do your own thing.) 

“Uh-huh. Where’s my- y’know, that one pen that I use that makes my handwriting look really good?” Your brows knitted together, your bottom lip pushing out in a pout. You definitely couldn’t go to class without your lucky pen. 

“I packed it away in your pencil case this morning.” 

“That’s impossible because I was using it, like, an hour ago.” 

“That’s the other pen that looks exactly the same.” Harry corrected, writing a message down on the front of your paper lunch bag before tossing the pen aside. “Trust me, you have everything.” He got up from the couch, handing you the bag before grabbing your shoulders and turning you around. 

“Last time, I thought I had everything but that wasn’t true at all! I was missing like, three pens and one of my notebooks.” You huffed, Harry helping you into your cardigan before helping to slip on your backpack. 

“I know, pet. I should’ve put your pens back but I forgot about them.” Harry hummed, turning you back to face him. He grabbed your reading glasses off the coffee table and propped them on top of your head. 

“You can’t just steal my pens like that, mister. Next time I’ll have to lock them up to keep them away from you.” You joked, looking down at your watch before your eyes popped wide open. “Oh, shit. I seriously have to go.” You cursed, immediately going straight to the front door. 

“At least tie your laces! We can’t have you tripping while crossing the road… again. Y/N, seriously-” Harry sighed when the front door slammed shut, making him purse his lips. A part of him wanted to chase after you and help you tie your laces. It was always like this when you were in a rush… you were just a complete mess, but Harry liked helping you out. 

-

It was when you made it to your car that you noticed the note scribbled on your lunch bag. 

Cut your apples into cubes just the way you like. Don’t get into too much trouble today. Love you. x -H

A fond smile twitched at your lips as you read the message again, a sigh slipping past your lips. You had walked out the door without giving Harry a hug or a kiss or even a thank you… where were your manners?? Come to think of it, you never really thanked Harry whenever you were in a rush. That’s problematic. You could risk losing your dignity by singing in front of the class today. You jogged back to the house, opening up the door and stepping inside to see Harry cleaning up the mess that you had made by trying to find all your damn highlighters. 

“What are you doing back? I thought I packed everything for you. Did I forget the vitamin gummies again?” Harry stood up straight, looking up as if he was trying to remember if he forgot something else. 

“You didn’t forget anything, Harry. I just forgot to, uh, to thank you for always doing things for me even when I don’t ask for them.” You murmured sheepishly, Harry visibly trying to hold back a wide smile. 

“Like what?” He asked innocently. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Like packing extra thingys of animal crackers or cutting my apples into cubes.” You shrugged, toeing at the ground. “Little things like that.” Harry walked over to you, wrapping you up in a hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes playfully before cupping his cheeks and bringing him down for a proper kiss. “Love you.” 

“Mm, I know.” Harry said as-a-matter-of-factly, pulling away and pointing towards the door. He gave your bum a light smack when you walked over to leave for the second time today. “You better hurry… I don’t want your class to suffer the wrath of you and your horrendous singing.”

“…I’ll let that one slide for today only cos you packed extra animal crackers for me.” 

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Angelica waited for him to reply. There was no answer.

The treasurer’s office was in total darkness, with the curtains drawn. It smelled of ink and dust, and the atmosphere was very heavy. Two stacks of papers guarded the figure of Alexander who, holding the quill, as usual, was writing. Angelica wondered how the hell he saw where or what he was doing, but he was just doing it. Non-stop.

- Alexander, do not ignore me! What the hell is wrong with you? - she asked again.

Seeing him so focused, so absorbed, one could almost feel the weight of the obligations he wanted to fulfill, heavy as chains. The quill continued to move when Alexander spoke, without turning.

- I thought I had made it clear, I will not go upstate - said annoyed - I have a so much work to do. If Eliza and you can not understand I-

- The only one here who can not understand it is YOU! - remarking the ‘you’, Angelica released the knob and walked behind the desk, looking at Alexander straight, the furniture between them. Alexander did not let go of the quill but he was more self-conscious and avoided the intense look with which Angelica seemed to attack him.  

 - Listen to me Hamilton and listen to me well - Angelica snatched the quill from his hand to make him look her in the eye. It worked.

- I’m tired of a stupid puddle of water separating me from my home here; tired of planning and planning the perfect vacation with Eliza so that now you throw it all overland; tired of having to wait weeks to hear from you; tired of having to imagine your face, and when finally I have you in front of me, after traveling 5,500 kilometres… you deny my request? - she took a deep breath and pointed him with the quill - Oh, Alexander, this is falling very low…

- Angelica, I’m sorry - he spat - I understand that this bothers you, but it’s my job that is at stake! I’ve fought hard for this, I can not afford to throw it all away now-

Angelica banged on the table. Alexander was startled.

- And in what the hell is good for you? To unveil you? To overwhelm you, get away from your family, not be able to enjoy your own children? - more than angry, Angelica seemed on the verge of despair.

Alexander’s eyes widened. Then he looked at the ground, guilty. He rubbed his face with both hands. There were too many fronts open at the same time, he was overwhelmed, could not think clearly. Finally, Angelica saw a fracture in his chains, an opportunity. She relaxed his tone and slowly, left the quill on the table.

- You have written so much that you could fill the entire Congress - she said, almost whispering, with a touch of admiration - I do not think they care that you take a break, and resume your duties in a while … or at least, that you divide them enough to be able to allow you a vacation …

Alexander looked at both hands conscientiously. Closing his fists, he looked up to reconnect his pupils with her sister-in-law’s. They maintained the connection, a chill ran down her back.

- Eliza … she has been preparing this vacation for months, it really makes her very happy - she took a deep breath - and personally, I didn’t lie when I said I would miss your face.

Alexander got up, catching up with her. The desk separated them physically, but for them, it no longer existed. He took a strong breath, squeezing his eyes, and when he opened them, they had the look of a prisoner who was crying out for help to get out of his own prison. Luckily, Angelica had the key he needed.

- Alexander, let’s enjoy these three months…

…Please


Taking a Break AU: the beginning (2/3)

Summer of 1791, New York City. Elizabeth Schuyler’s vacations are in several danger due to the fact her beloved husband Alexander Hamilton refuses to go to the family vacation in any way. Luckily, her sister Angelica may take a different way in this AU and, perhaps, change some things…


Phew! Finally, the second part is ready! I’m so sorry for have it this late, better late than never? *runs*  
I had a great time doing these gifs, I hope they see okay!
Also, forgive my English grammar please, I’m not native and I SUCK AT WRITING if there are some important errors please tell me
WOW, what will Alexander answer? HOW TO SAY NO TO THIS HA HA 

no seriously how

First part!

More of Taking a Break AU!

Angel

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Title: Angel

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,148

Warnings: angst

A/N: This was requested by an anon! It’s based on the song Angel by The Weeknd! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Lucifer picked your bloody body up from the floor, a frown etched onto his lips.  How could you still be alive?  You were much stronger than he thought.  He knew this was because of him.  They wanted to go after Lucifer, and instead of coming after him, they went after you.  

He teleported to the bunker, knocking on the door.  He knew this was the last place he should be, but he had no other options.  He was thankful that Castiel decided to answer the door.  At least Castiel was an angel and not a human.  He could trust Castiel more than those cockroach humans.  

“Lucifer what are you doing here,” Castiel asked, instantly on guard.  His eyes quickly moved to you, worry washing over him.  “Is that [Y/N]?”  It was hard to tell because of all the blood and cuts on your body.  He had heard talk of Lucifer finding a soul mate, but he didn’t actually believe it until now.

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HARRINGTONHQ’S 1K+ FOLLOWER GIVEAWAY

wow i mean, okay. i can’t believe that this blog just hit 1k followers, that’s amazing to me. thank you so much. when i started this blog about a week ago i would have never suspected that so many people would like and enjoy my writing so much that they would support me like this - and honestly it means the world to me i can’t express how much this means. so as a thank you i’ve decided to do a giveaway! before i start i want to say thank you to @nancywhcclcrs because he’s one of my best friends in the whole world and he’s the one who got me into stranger things so without him i honestly wouldn’t be here. anyways… on to the giveaway!! ( actually we’re at 1.1 now but y’know whatever )

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Title: I Trust You

@harleysandbats requested: Hey, I’m so shy about doing this off anon but I have a request. :D Could you write a Negan story where the reader is new to the Sanctuary after being rescued by Simon and a few other Saviors from a dangerous group. She is shy and quiet around everyone at first except Negan, & they quickly develop a close relationship where he looks out for her. When he asks her to be a wife, she tells him that she is scared bc she’s never had sex. Fluffy smut pls, & could you use my name? It’s Mary. :3 Thanks!!

Character(s): Negan and Mary (original female character)
Summary: Negan asks Mary an important question that will change her entire life.
Word Count: 5,836
Warning: Fluff, smut!!!
Author’s Note: This idea is great, so thank you @harleysandbats for requesting it! I had such a fun time writing it and I love the idea that the OFC is only comfortable around Negan, which is great and completely different! I hope you enjoy this! ;-) I also hope this makes you feel better, dude!!! Fingers crossed that things start looking up for you!

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it means so much to me and i love you all!

to celebrate i decided to make another follow forever to show my appreciation to some of my amazing mutuals who are the most amazing ppl ❤


firstly, two the most important ppl who i love with my whole heart

@jacehvrondale Abi, you’re the love of my life and i hope you know that. you somehow showed up in my life and i’m so so happy you stayed bc what would i do without you? you’re the nicest and sweetest person and you deserve the world. i can’t wait to finally meet you irl so we can build our blanket fort and eat yorkshire pudding
you spread positivity everywhere you show up and you’re like a ray of sunshine and i love you the mostest
(also you’ve got the cutest accent and i’m just asdfghjkl)

@bane-of-brooklyn Susanne you’re one of my best friends and i love you so so much. a friendship that started because of our love for healthy relationships… what better reason can you have to start a friendship? haha we can talk for hours and hours and somehow we never run out of topics
you’re such a huge inspiration and motivation to me when it comes to my writing and i have no idea what i would do without you. you’re such a nice and helpful person and you deserve everything that’s good in this world
can’t wait to go to sh con(s) with you bc it will be the most amazing experience ever
(also i’ll never forget our first skype convo bc it was the best thing ever haha)


a huge shoutout to these amazing ppl, talking with you brightens my days and i love you

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some of my amazing mutuals, you are so wonderful and i love you
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@takemystrengthtoo@thecassinator@thedownworld@the-host-in-the-pit@thelushfiles@transautisticalec@vvarlockbane@victaj@warlockprince@warlocksarcher@willjtudor

All My Fault

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 323

Warnings: Ass load of angst, I’m sorry. Read tags for further warnings. Who knew you could pack so much pain in so few words.

A/N: I’m not sure where this came from. Actually I am. I guess I wish my own story would have gone more like this, support in time of turmoil. Sorry for this, guys. 

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Patching Things Up

Summary: Fighting with Peter is never fun, but when you take it a bit too far things get a little dicey. You end up having to try to fix your relationship (and a pretty beat up Peter) and find yourself discovering a little more about him than you expected

Warnings: Blood is mentioned but it’s nothing too bad :)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Angst + Fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: WOAH my other writing thing got a bunch of notes for no reason omg I hope to keep posting and eventfully make a masterlist?? but yeah enjoy!

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Peter was your close friend and you’d do absolutely anything for him, but man did he piss you off sometimes. You both were generally very easygoing and sweet people, but sometimes your opinions and viewpoints clashed dramatically. You argued about things ranging from what toppings to order on your pizza to who was the worst at math. Almost every argument you had was over silly stuff and you two made up instantly when you were finished. There was one exception though.

Spiderman. When you first found out about Peter’s secret you were stoked. It was an accident, of course. Ned let it slip one day when the two of you were talking and, against his wishes, you confronted Peter about it.

“I can’t believe you never told me!” you gushed excitedly. “There’s so many things I want to ask. Can you talk to actual spiders? Do webs come out of your butt? Spiders use poison to make their food mushy so they can eat it, is that what you do? I’ve never noticed.”

“How did you… Ned, are you serious?” Peter asked, his voice strained. “Y/N you weren’t supposed to find out. You have to swear not to tell anyone.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you said with a wink. “It’s not like anyone would believe me anyway, but I’ll keep it to myself.”

“What, you don’t think Peter Parker can take on massive villains with crazy weapons and stuff?” he asked, looking mildly offended.

“Honestly? Not really,” you admitted. “No offense Pete, you’re just not that threatening or tough.” His eyes flashed and you knew this was going to be the beginning of something.

“Well that sucks because I don’t see you risking your life every single night fighting bad guys ten times your size,” he said angrily. “I get beat up really badly all the time but you should see the other guy. I like to think I’m somewhat good at what I do.” You stared at him for a second, your mind processing what he just said.

“Peter you have to stop,” you said suddenly. He paused, clearly taken aback.

“Y-you want me to stop? Stop being Spiderman?”

“Yes,” you hesitated. “It’s so dangerous, what would I do if something bad happened to you? God, I can’t believe this. What if you’d gotten killed? Please, you have to stop.” He took a step away from you, looking hurt.

“Y/N I have to do this,” he said. “If I don’t then so many more people are in danger. Don’t you get it? I can save people! I’ve already saved people. Isn’t that more important than whether or not I get some bruises once in a while? It’s so selfish of you to even say that!” His voice raised as he went, his emotions running wild. For as long as you’d known Peter he had never raised his voice like that at you. You could feel your heart pumping faster as you glared at him.

“If you keep being Spiderman we can’t be friends.” As soon as you said it you regretted it. The look on his face was like a punch to the gut. You hadn’t been friends for very long but you were still extremely close and you knew life without Peter would totally suck. It wasn’t an empty threat though. His safety was really important to you and you hated the idea of him setting off every night to go get knocked around.

“I won’t,” he said in a low voice. You blinked, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes.

“Then I guess we’re not friends anymore.”

“I guess not.” He didn’t look away, his gaze defiant and strong. You suddenly understood where Spiderman’s bravery came from. You readjusted the backpack on your shoulder and turned away, walking away from him.

It has been a few weeks since the fight had gone down and neither of you had spoken since. You were ashamed of your behavior but were too stubborn to go back on your word. It wasn’t really fair of you to ask him to give it up entirely but he had to understand the gravity of the situation. You checked the news obsessively every night to see if there was any information about Spiderman. You followed update accounts on twitter and even downloaded news apps with live coverage just in case. Every time Peter missed a day at school you were filled with anxiety and fear that he wouldn’t ever come back. You used Ned as a resource to find out how Peter was doing. Ned, caught in the middle, would always desperately ask you to talk to him again. He claimed that Peter had gotten really closed off and irritable and was ignoring just about everyone. It hurt you, but you were determined to prove a point.

One night when you were about to hop in the shower after a particularly long day your phone started going off like crazy. All kinds of notifications were popping up about a huge scale accident by Coney Island that involved one of the Avenger’s planes. Spiderman had been seen there, and from the looks of it he must have gotten pretty badly injured. Panic seized your body as you thought of Peter lying helplessly in the wreckage. You tried to shake it off. He was probably fine, this was his decision anyway. You decided to ignore it for the time being and just shower.

You were in the middle of drying yourself off when you heard the doorbell ring. You froze, your imagination spewing out worst case scenarios. You were home alone and there was a very slim chance it was your parents. What if it was a murderer? It would totally suck to be killed naked. The doorbell rang again a second and third time though and at that point your curiosity got the best of you. Your pulled your towel tightly around you and went to check the front door. You looked through the peep hole and saw a familiar face.

Peter. You swung the door open and almost passed out at the sight before you. He looked as if he had been in a gang fight or something. His entire face was cut and scratched with dark purple spots around his eyes. His lip was bleeding as well as a spot on his cheek. He was wearing a hoodie but he hadn’t bothered to put different pants over the suit, and you could see it had been ripped a few times.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed. “Peter, what happened? Never mind, tell me later. My god, sit down.” Your mind was reeling as you desperately tried to think of how to fix his wounds. Peter cleared his throat, disrupting your thoughts.

“Not to be creepy but can you put on clothes first? I’m hurt but I’m not dying and it’s kinda awkward…” His voice came out raspy but still carried the joking tone. Heat rushed to your face and you nodded, running back to your bathroom to quickly get your pajamas on. When you came back Peter was laying on the couch, his eyes closed. You sat down next to him gingerly and he looked up at you.

“Y/N… I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. He sounded exhausted and defeated. “Y-you were right. Putting myself in harm’s way is stupid and I can’t always handle things on my own. I can’t do anything on my own, actually. I need you to talk to me again, I’m slowly going insane. I missed you so much and it was so much worse than any pain I’ve ever gone through in my whole life.” You swallowed hard, holding back tears. He looked so incredibly vulnerable and it broke your heart that what you had done upset him so much.

“Peter, listen…” you started but he cut you off.

“I-If you want I’ll even give up on Spiderman.” You paused for a second. He was really willing to give up such an important part of his life just to get you to talk to him again. You realized that being a hero was just who he was, and his selflessness made you feel really proud.

“I don’t want you to,” you said gently. “We need someone like you out there protecting us. I’m sorry I made you feel bad, I guess I’m not as good of a person as you are. I’m still gonna be upset when you get hurt like this but if it’s what you want to do then I shouldn’t be the one to stop you.” He grinned and his smile even reached his tired eyes. You missed seeing that smile and it lifted your spirits.

“I can deal with you being grumpy sometimes, it’s better than nothing. I had to listen to Ned talk about computer programming for like an hour yesterday and nobody came to my rescue. Maybe that can be your superpower?”

“Maybe,” you chuckled. “Now, do you want ice or something? You look terrible. Not that you don’t always look terrible, Parker.” He laughed, cringing at the pain shooting up his side. You looked at him nervously, unsure of how to help him.

“Ice sounds great actually,” he said. You nodded and rushed to the freezer to find an ice pack. You wrapped it in a thin towel so that it wouldn’t be super cold and brought it back to him. His face was drained of all color and there were beads of sweat all across his forehead.

“Pete, I think you might have a concussion,” you said as you eyed the bump on his head. “Your pupils are all dilated and you’re turning black and blue.”

“I’m fine,” he declared as he sat up, the look in his eyes showing he immediately regretted his decision. “Actually do you… I need to go throw up.” You helped him up and guided him to the bathroom. He insisted that he was good on his own and you waited anxiously outside the door, listening to him coughing and retching. You were a wreck. Your nursing skills were slim to none and you were basically useless in this situation. You did, however, have a driver’s license and you decided that you needed to take Peter to the hospital.

“Ok, I’m fine now,” he said as he emerged. He looked ghostly pale and generally ragged.

“Yeah, no,” you said. “I’m taking you to a doctor. I’ll call your aunt and let her know what’s going on, let’s go.”

“Y/N I don’t need a doctor,” he argued. “I feel great! I just want to stay here… Can I crash with you? Will your parents be mad?” You considered it for a moment. Your parents wouldn’t care, they’d known Peter for a while and trusted you enough to have him over. The thought of not having his head checked out made you a little nervous but when you looked at his pleading face you couldn’t say no.

“Fine, but you have to stay close to me in case something happens. I’ll find you a garbage can or something if you feel like you’re going to be sick again. Do you want a change of clothes? I have some of your shirts that you’ve left here.”

“That would be fantastic,” he said weakly. “I’m really sorry, this is all my fault.” He apologized about seven times in a row as you went to grab him a t-shirt.

“Peter, you know I love it when I’m right but if you could please shut up for like a minute that would be great.” You handed him the shirt and he just stared up at you. You raised your eyebrows and he smiled awkwardly.

“I’m wearing the suit under this and I don’t have other pants,” he told you. You rolled your eyes and he laughed despite the pain.

“You have boxers right? I’m not in middle school, I can handle it. Besides, it can’t be any more embarrassing than the skin-tight suit.”

“What’s wrong with the suit?” he asked defensively. You shook your head, not ready to start another argument with him. He carefully pulled off the hoodie and you gasped. There was blood all over the front of the suit that had been hidden from your sight by the sweatshirt.

“I’m good!” he exclaimed, trying to remind you. He pushed the button on the front of his suit and it fell down in a heap on the floor. You got a good look at his chest which was a lot more muscular than you would have thought. There was a big gash going down from his rib cage to his lower stomach that thankfully seemed to have stopped bleeding.

“Hey,” he said. “My eyes are up here.” You felt your face flush and he giggled.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed. “Since when do you have abs? I thought you were a nerd?”

“W-what? Oh uh I guess I just got fit from… fighting crime and stuff,” he stammered. He yanked the shirt over his head, all the carefulness from earlier abandoned. The two of you usually didn’t flirt or feel any weird tension, but suddenly the air felt stifling. He gazed over at you, clearly feeling the awkward mood settling as well.

“Hey, you know maybe I should go and…” you started to say, trailing off as Peter stepped closer to you cautiously. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure that he could hear it too. He looked as nervous as you felt, but the distance between you was closing rapidly. Soon enough he was right in front of you, his eyes fixed on your mouth. You knew what was going on, you just wouldn’t have ever guessed Peter would initiate it like this. His lips dangerously close to yours, he paused.

“Is this ok?” he murmured. You nodded slowly and he went for it. There was the faint taste of copper from the blood on his bottom lip, but that didn’t bother you. You pulled away first, your mind racing. What did this mean for you? Were you friends still or something else?

“Peter, I-” you said softly, but he beat you to it.

“I-I don’t know why I did that,” he said. “I just… I was thinking about what would happen if we weren’t friends and it messed me up inside, you know? After the first day of you ignoring me I knew that I liked you, like a lot. I don’t know if you feel the same way, I shouldn’t have made it weird…”

“I do feel the same way,” you said, surprising even yourself. “Let’s not fight like that again. You’re way too important to me.” You pulled his arm gently and the two of you sat down on the couch together. You were quiet for a moment before you looked over at him.

“Does this mean I’m dating a superhero?” you whispered.

“If you’re cool with it, yeah.”

“Once you feel better will take me on a date and show me how the web thing works?” He rested his head on your shoulder and thought for a moment.

“I think I might feel better tomorrow evening, maybe around 7?”

“You know where to find me, Spiderman.”

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So…after it happened now twice that I saw a set on my dashboard I didn’t recognize only to find out it was one of mine, I decided to make a masterpost in order not to lose track. I hope I sourced all the quotes correctly. 

test (sehun)
genre: fluff
word count: 779 w.
summary: sehun volunteers to be your test subject. (not really.)

A month of hard work blossomed into this sleek lipstick placed neatly on the table. It was a final project for your Chemistry class. You crafted an environmental-friendly lipstick with a shade of chateau wine to complete the set. You did all you can to execute your experiment perfectly.

And it worked. Well, not quite yet.

You had to prove its long lasting effect as a lipstick before your professor could grade your work next week. There were three stages in your research design: drink a bubble tea, eat a burger and finally, kiss a boy.

If your lipstick could withstand those three stages then your project would save your grades from going to a downright spiral.

“And where would you get your so-called ‘test subject’?” Kyungsoo questioned, his small frame leaning towards you from across the lunch table.

“The third stage is optional,” you shrugged innocently. It’s not that you were terrified of kissing another person’s lips. You just weren’t confident in the whole kiss action.

Junmyeon butted in, “But you included that in your rubrics, you can’t change it now.”

“Seems like someone wants to be kissed,” Baekhyun teased, poking Junmyeon’s sides. Junmyeon swatted the younger’s hands away. “I have a girlfriend, you freak.”

Baekhyun chomped a big bite on the burger. His boisterous munching grinded your gears. “I have one, too. As I recall, Kyungsoo also has a girlfriend and if you were to even place a small peck on one of us, you’d be dead meat in no time.”

You took a big gulp down the cola you were drinking. Kyungsoo interrupted, “I mean, the only option you have is Sehun.”

Right then and there, Kyungsoo would have suffered from the effect of a spit take to be made by yours truly. You managed to cover your mouth just in time.

“Uh, yeah, no thanks,” you cleared your throat. “Kissing Sehun would be weird. He’s the closest friend I have because you dumbasses spend most of your time with your girlfriends.”

With a sigh, you added, “I don’t want our friendship to be awkward just because of a kiss.”

“Well, it won’t. You two are platonic, right? I don’t see any problem about that.” Junmyeon replied, brow raised as if he was expecting some kind of reaction from you.

“Speaking of the devil,” Baekhyun smirked as he pointed out to Sehun striding towards your table. You were still left dumbfounded by Junmyeon’s remarks earlier.

The crowd naturally dispersed to create a path for him to walk on. It must be your bad eyesight or something, but why was there suddenly streams of light highlighting Sehun’s godly features.

“Hey, Sehun! You’re best friend would like to ask you something!” Baekhyun hollered, hands formed in a cave-like shape so that his voice would reverberate across the whole cafeteria. The whole cafeteria.

“What’s up?” Sehun greeted.

“The sky,” you rolled your eyes to surpress whatever alien feeling that’s swirling inside you right now. Kyungsoo elbowed your stomach. “Ow! Okay, fine. Would you like to be my test subject for my Chem experiment?”

Sehun sat down on your other side. “Sure, what should I do?”

“Um–”

“Kiss her! You have to kiss her,” Baekhyun butted in. You scrunched your face in disgust because it seems like he was waiting for this moment to come much longer than you. Wait. Scratch that.

Sehun shrugged. You were about to kick Baekhyun under the table when Sehun swept you off your feet. What seemed to be a quick peck turned out to be longer. Your entire body tensed as the other three watched in silence, shocked.

When the kiss ended, your eyes were as wide as saucers. He commented, “Hmm, cherry.”

Caressing your now disheveled hair, you said, “I’m gonna go and lay down and die for like half hour, okay? Nobody disturb me.”

As you were collecting your things, Sehun grabbed a hold of your face. Scrutinizing your features, his gaze travelled from your eyes until it stopped at your lips. His thumb gently carressed your bottom lip.

“Your lipstick isn’t as effective as I thought it would be,” he said. His eyes glimmered with a hint of mischief. “You could always make another one. I’d prefer it if we do this kissing thing at my house.”

You can see how the boys were trying to avoid eavesdropping at your conversation. Sehun smirked before he sent you a flirty wink. “That way I could help you improve your project.”

note: i never thought i’d get to write a sehun drabble cause i don’t really get osh feels but i did it!! | masterlist

Imagine skipping class with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 3B! Oh God, I was going to wait till tomorrow but I’m just too excited! I’m really happy with how this one turned out. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A) Enjoooooy! X

Burbank; that was where Chris took you after breakfast in the cute little corner bistro you loved so much. He took you all the way there to give you a tour of Marvel Studios as well as introduce you to some of the people from the industry you were dying to be apart of. He even managed to get you a quick meeting with the very busy Kevin Fiege, who- thanks to Chris- promised he’d give you a meeting when you graduated from UCLA; an offer to which you squealed at the second you thought Kevin was out of earshot. He wasn’t, and it explained why Chris Evans would go through so much trouble for a girl people said was, “just a fan he met an airport.” You were sweet and humble and passionate, and Kevin wouldn’t be surprised if months later he’d heard Chris ended up dating you. The two of you clearly had a lot of chemistry, and he wasn’t blind to the way Chris looked at you; it may have been subtle, but it was definitely a look of love.

Love.

A strange concept; love. It could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated. Unfortunately for the two of you, it was the latter. Neither of you wanted to admit anything, due to fear of getting hurt. That was the thing about love, despite how wonderful it could make a person feel- there was also the chance of ruining an entire being. A wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- all of these were factors capable of tearing a soul in pieces.

Chris couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t take away that light you carried despite how dark you thought you were. You were the kind of girl who still believed she could meet the love of her life in a coffee shop; who believed in love at first sight; who wanted to marry as soon as possible; who didn’t want to date casually; who was a hopeless romantic; who thought love was just like the movies. You had an incredibly innocent heart that he both wanted to force his way into, but also protect. He wanted you to have a lifetime of happiness, and he wasn’t yet sure if he could provide that for you. But God, he was starting to realize you were a girl he wasn’t going to get over easily. If he found out tomorrow you were going on a date with another man, he’d both be ecstatic and heartbroken.

Chris took his eyes off the road for a brief second to throw a glance your way. It’d been fifteen minutes since you got into the car, but you were still smiling at the pass hanging around your neck. He’d made it himself, and it had both your name and the phrase “VIP - Chris Evans’ Very Important Person” on it. You looked over at him as he turned back to the road, smiling when you saw him smile. You still couldn’t believe your luck; it’d been exactly forty-three days since you met Chris and you still couldn’t believe your luck. You woke with a smile on your face each morning- not just because of the ‘good morning’ texts he’d sent you, but because you woke knowing you had him in your life. It was a pretty freaking amazing feeling, one you hoped you’d never have to give up.

“Thank you for today, Chris.” You told him, smiling; he glanced at you and smiled back, nodding. “You’re right about it being worth my time, I couldn’t imagine spending today any other way. This has just been an absolute dream come true, honestly-” you cut yourself off, chuckling, “you’re the best, the absolute best.”

“It’s not over yet,” he threw another smile your way. “We’ve still got one more stop before we call it a day, and um-” he pulled his car to a stop; you looked out and saw the Dolby Theatre. “You might want to do a quick costume change.” He told you then got out of the car before you could question him further. “C'mon,” he called as he knocked on the back windshield.

You got out of the car and chuckled when you saw him hold up two dress bags. One held a navy blue tux, and the other held your old prom dress. “Where the hell did you get that from?” You laughed, taking the bag from him. “You didn’t break into my room while I was sleeping, did you?”

“God, no,” he laughed. “Ava did.” He told you and you chuckled. Of course Ava did, your best friend would do anything Chris asked her to because she too was a huge fan of his. You’d met her on Tumblr a few years ago, connecting through your love for Chris Evans and writing, and only recently met her in real life. She was yet another wonderful thing you needed to thank Chris for, because without him to write about- you would’ve never met Ava. “I told her about today and she offered her services.”

“Isn’t she a doll,” you bit sarcastically, then laughed when he did. “Are you serious about changing?” You quizzed and he nodded, walking towards the entrance as he draped the dress bag over his shoulder. “Oh come on,” you ran after him, “I don’t want to put on a gown!”

“You’re going to be very under dressed.” He pushed the door open and beckoned you in with his head. You stared at him, not saying anything or walking into anywhere. You huffed when he chuckled, “it’ll be fun, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a smile that you’d never- in your forty-three days of knowing him- been able to say no to.

“Fine,” you sighed and stomped into the building. “Is there a bath-” You cut yourself off when he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom. “Just so you know, I might not even fit that dress.” You told him as you stomped towards the female bathroom like a pouty child; he followed behind you, chuckling softly. “I’m not as slim now as I was at my prom.”

“You still look great to me,” he told you and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You bit back your smile as you glanced back at him. “Get dressed,” he instructed and you nodded, “then meet me at the stage.”

• • • • • • • •

Chris waited on the stage patiently for you, fiddling with his cuffs and sleeves. “I look ridiculous,” he heard your voice and looked up as you walked down the aisle towards the stage. His lips parted in awe, then formed into a smile as he appreciated how breathtaking you looked in your simple, but beautifully elegant, chiffon gown. “I mean-” you lifted your gown to display the sneakers you were wearing. “You could’ve at least got Ava to steal me some heels too,” you joked.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented as he walked down the steps to meet you; his heart beating as fast against his chest at the sight of you, as your heart was against your chest at the sight of him. “Now come on,” he held out his arm for you to take, “I want to show you something.”

“Like what?” You asked, letting him lead you on stage. “We’re already inside this amazing theatre, I mean- this is where they host the Oscars every year.” You pulled away from him to stroll the stage. “This place has held the talents of Meryl Streep and Denzel Washington and Martin Scorsese and Quentin Tarantino and-” You stopped when you realized Chris was smiling at you. “Of course,” you walked back over to him and poked his chest, “Chris Evans. A man who should have won Oscars upon Oscars by now.”

“As biased as you are, my number one fan,” he teased and you giggled, “I appreciate it. And yes,” he agreed as he looked around the place, smiling. “The theatre is amazing and I did bring you here to show you the interior. But-” he said and you turned to him, “I also brought you here to prepare you for your future.”

“And how are you preparing me for my future?”

“Come here,” he used his head to beckon you towards him. You walked over hesitantly then tensed when he moved behind you, gently grabbing your arms. “This is where you’re going to be one day,” he whispered into your ear, smiling. He was having trouble remembering what he’d planned to say to you because your perfume was incredibly intoxicating and all he could think of was kissing your neck. “You’re going to be standing up here, looking down at everyone you’d thought you’d only see on your screen, thanking them and your loved ones for taking a chance on you and supporting you to your first Oscar win.”

You smiled as you imagined what Chris was saying. It was almost like you could feel the Golden Statue in your hand; the weight and the sturdiness of it. You closed your eyes and looked up; it was like the heat of a thousand lights were kissing your skin. Your ears could hear the thundering applause and the cheers as the entire audience rose to their feet to give you the standing ovation you deserved. You’d look out into the crowd and smile; smile at the people you’d worked with, those who’d helped you get you the award. That was the dream, it’d always been the dream. Just like Chris was part of it, he was part of everything. Even as you closed your eyes to picture a scene where you just won an award of the highest honor, you saw him. You saw him in the crowd and you smiled because knowing him, having him believe in you the way he did, having him in your life- that all meant so much more to you than winning an award.

“I can’t wait to see you up here,” he told you as he released you from his grip. His hand forgot you were just a friend and not his girlfriend, and took it upon itself to brush your cascading hair over your shoulder. “You are going to go to amazing places, Y/N. I promise you that,” he said with so much sincerity that you felt your eyes well with tears.

“Oh God,” your voice quivered as you sniffled, trying your best not to start crying. Chris’ eyes narrowed as he gently wrapped his arm around your elbow to turn you towards him. “These are happy tears,” you quickly told him when you saw concern in his eyes. “I’m um-” you reached up to brush your tears away, but he beat you to it. “I’m just really touched that you believe in me.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled and lowered his hand to take your in his; he squeezed it gently. “You are incredibly talented, Y/N. I am so glad you decided to pursue screen writing because- God, it’d be a waste if you didn’t. You have a way with words that not many do, and I have no doubt that it’s going to take you up here one day.”

“Because of you,” you said and he shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Because of you. With or without me, you were going to find your way here and I’m…” He trailed off, smiling at how beautiful you looked despite your teary eyes and runny nose. “I’m going to be standing in that audience applauding your incredible talent, and wishing that I’d one day be lucky enough to be able to direct or even act in one of your flawless pieces.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you chuckled because it was your only way to stop yourself from crying. He smiled and brushed the tears that had escaped off your cheeks. “Thank you, Chris,” you told him as you forced your way into his arms, hugging him tightly; he’d hugged you back without hesitation. “You have no idea how much all of this means to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Part 4A

Our thing

Word count: 2,393

Request: You always have your bedroom window open for Kai, but when you get into a fight one day, you close it and Kai realizes how badly he messed up

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You have always lived close to Kai Parker. You were neighbours from the beginning, but you were ignoring him because of what your parents told you about him. In their eyes he was a terrible human being, a murderer and a complete sociopath, someone who didn’t deserve a good life or a person who would love him no matter what. Sometimes, you spent almost every day watching him through your bedroom’s window, sitting alone on the grass, his back leaned on the biggest tree in his garden, a big treetop hiding him from the bright and hot sun from shining down at him, but somehow a few sunshine rays have always managed to shine through the branches and lit up his face in such a beautiful way, making your heart skip a beat from how beautiful he looked. At that moment, you forgot about everything you were doing and focused on him, the way his eyes focused on one spot in the distance before turning back to the book in his lap, his fingers following the line he was reading.

‘Hello, neighbour!’ A familiar voice traveled towards you, your eyes following it as you lifted your head up and made eye contact with your neighbour and your boyfriend, Malachai Parker. Your heart started beating faster, his eyes still making your heart skip a beat, even though you have been dating him for a while. You have learned to understand why he did all those things in the past and you loved him for who he was, no matter what people said about him. You were sitting on the floor of your room, a notebook laying casually on your lap, your fingers playing with a pen, tapping it against your thigh.

'Hi.’ You muttered and smiled, Kai’s legs quietly coming through the opened window, his feet planting on the carpet in your room, the rest of his body following. He let out a deep sigh and looked down at you, your eyes still glued to his blue ones. He chuckled and crouched down to grab your hand as he lifted you up, making you stand on your feet, before he pulled you into his arms, wrapping his one arm around your body while the other one snaked behind you, placing it gently on the back of your head as he finally locked his lips with yours. The kiss was filled with lust, love and passion, feeling as if you haven’t seen each other in a while. His lips moved perfectly with yours, shivers rolling down your spine and nervousness finding its way into your body. Every kiss you and Kai shared still felt just as special as the first one, sending shivers down your spine and bringing up a smile every time he looked at you in the eyes. He pulled away, but refused to let you go, his forehead pressing on yours as his eyes remained closed.

'I missed you.’ He whispered making you chuckle quietly, his thb caressing your cheek softly.

'We saw each other just a few hours ago.’ He finally opened his eyes and locked them with yours, his lips curling up into a big smile.

'You know I can’t spend my days without you. I have to be close to you, especially when you’re writing something in that notebook of yours that you never let me see. I always find it so mesmerizing, but why can’t I read it?’ He asked gently, his hands drawing small circles on your back, your muscles relaxing at the feeling of his hands caressing you softly. You chuckled and brushed the tip of your nose on his bottom lip, making them part slightly.

'It’s personal, something I like to keep to myself.’

'Have you ever-’

'Written something about you? Yes, I did. A lot of times. Writing about you is my favourite thing to do, describing you, the way your lips curve when you smile or that little small dimple of yours next to your lips.’ You whispered and traced your fingers over every part on his face you just mentioned, admiring his beautiful featires and taking in every single detail.

'Then why won’t you let me read it?’ He asked, slowly pushing your hair with his hand, letting it fall casually down your back, exposing your neck.

'Because it’s like my diary. I have never let anyone read my diary, ever. It’s something I love doing when I’m alone in my room, watching the stars through the window and listening to that light breeze that sometimes echoes through my window.’ you trailed off as his lips slowly pressed on your neck, kissing it slowly, making you throw your head back a little bit, allowing him to get better access to your sensitive skin. 

 'If you feel lonely, you can always invite me over, I would be happy to keep you company.’ He breathed out, his hot breath tickling the skin on your neck. You chuckled and looked him deeply into his eyes before your gaze dropped down to his lips, watching how they parted and how beautiful they looked. You leaned in and pecked his bottom lip only, your thumb brushing it slightly right after you pulled away.

 'You know I would love to… but we can’t. Not here.’ You muttered and somehow got out of his grip, your back turned to his side. After only a few seconds, you felt his hands touching your waist, his fingers slightly digging into your skin.

 'You know that’s not what I meant. I would be fine with just watching you sleep. You in my arms, my fingers caressing your back, just like we used to do it, remember?’ He whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe. You turned around, your noses brushing against one another because of close you were to each other.

 'We still do that, Kai. Almost every single day, whenever we have a chance.' 

 'Or whenever you’re free to leave this house.' 

 'I can leave whenever I want. I can even move in with you. Today.’ You said, catching Kai by surprise. He looked lost and a bit scared, clearly unsure of what to do or say, he was just quiet, his lips parting every few seconds, looking for words to come out of his mouth, but unsuccesfully. Your lips curved up into a smile, a quiet giggle escaping your lips. 'I’m joking. You don’t have to worry about that, we talked about it before.' 

 'You sure know how to scare the sh-’ you placed your finger on his lips and made a 'shh’ sound, his brows furrowing in confussion. You caught his hand gently and led him towards your bed as you got under the covers. Kai followed you and laid beside you, his arms wrapped around your body while your head rested against his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat. You let out a deep sigh, Kai’s body heat that was radiating out of his body suddenly making you feel very sleepy and tired. 

 'How long can I stay here?’ Kai asked quietly, but had to wait a few minutes for you to answer him.

 'Please don’t talk.’ A quiet chuckle escaped Kai’s body, his lips softly pressing on the top of your head, giving you a kiss that brought up one of his favourite things about you. Your smile. 'Just stay here, with me. Ok?' 

 'Ok.’ His arms pulled you a bit closer to him as you felt safe again in his strong arms. 

 As months passed and your love for Kai only grew stronger, you came to notice how you found it very hard to stay away from each other. There were days when you came home and not even a half an hour later, Kai was already in your room, keeping you company as his arms were so perfectly wrapped around your body once again. The thing that has become your thing through all these months was Kai coming to your house through your bedroom window. You couldn’t remember when was the last time you closed it. Probably months have already passed since your bedroom window was closed. There was simply no need to do it or to be afraid of something because Kai has always been there for you and was ready to jump in and help you whenever he thought it was needed. 

 Your gaze traveled around the room as if you were looking for something, but had no idea what. Instead of finding what you have been seeking for, your eyes landed on Malachai Parker, coming through your window once again, his arms wrapping around your body as every time he visited you. His scent invaded your nostrils, affecting you and making your knees weaker than before. It was a mix of his own scent and a shower gel, that mix a little bit intoxicating. He cupped your face and kissed you deeply, looking a bit worried about something. 

 'Is everything ok?’ You asked him softly, your fingers gently brushing through his already messy hair.

 'Yeah, it’s- I’m fine.’ He smiled shortly at you and took a few steps away from you, looking through the window at all the tars that adorned the sky that night.

 'I’ll be right back.' 

 You walked out of the room and ran fast into the kitchen, picking up as many chocolate bars as possible, along with some water from the fridge, barely stopping everything from falling down on the floor as your hands were completely full. You opened your bedroom door with your foot, a few chocolate bars dropping down on the floor, making you chuckle.

 'I got as many of these as I could and- What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ You said loudly, dropping everything else you had in your hands down on the floor, not caring if it will stain the carpet somehow or not. You took a few large steps towards Kai and yanked your notebook out of his hands, throwing it on your bed, far from his curious eyes.

 'I was just-’

 'You just what? Decided to invade my privacy? Just like that, huh? You just decided it was a good idea to go through my stuff while I’m not here, when I’m doing what I think it might cheer you up since I know how much you like chocolate?’ You blurted out angrily, your brows furrowing in confussion and anger, your heart beating a lot fast than it has before.

 'Clearly you haven’t told me everything. All the stuff you think about dating me.’ He trailed off and walked towards your bed, picking up your notebook and opening it on the page he had perfectly memorized. 'How about this one: I wonder if Kai has ever wondered what would have happened if he didn’t kill his own family. It sometimes scare me, sometimes I’m afraid, but I guess he would never hurt me.' He stopped talking, closing the note book and throwing it onto the bed again. 

 'You had no right to read that. You had no-’

 'I’m glad I did because at least now I know how you feel about me.’

 You have no right to judge me!’ You yelled, your voice cracking at the end, tears fighting to escape your eyes as a lump appeared in your throat, stopping your from talking without wanting to cry. 'That was at the beginning. I know you would never hurt me, I’m not stupid!’

 'I would rather hurt myself than hurt you.’ He muttered, your heart aching at his words. You hated the thought of him huring himself in who knows what way. It was breaking your heart and you didn’t know what to do, how to fix all of this.

 'Did you read any of the good stuff in there too? Or about my problems in the past. That was something I wanted to tell you in person, not give you a random notebook for you to read it from, just like you wanted to tell me your story, you told me not to listen what other people have to say and that I should hear it from you!’ He couldn’t even look at you in the eyes. He looked like a lost child, a child that needed a hug and someone to tell him that everything would be alright. He kept playing with his fingers, obviously fighting his tears and from snapping completely.

 'I’m sorry, I should- I shouldn’t have done that, I’m-’

 'Yes, you shouldn’t have.’ He stepped a bit closer, obviously wanting to wrap his arms around you, but you lifted up your finger, motioning him to stay in place and to not touch you in any way possible. You stood next to the window and Kai immediately knew what that meant. You wanted him to leaved and that was just an icing on the cake for the whole situation. He blinked away his tears and nodded, understanding what he had to do. He climbed on the window and jumped from it, taking some time before he looked at you, his heart breaking when you closed the window that has been opened for so many months, opened for him only as Kai realized how badly he messed up this time. You dropped down on the floor underneath that window and let your tears fall down, burrying your head in your hands, thinking how maybe you overreacted and how maybe you were to harsh on him, but your thought about how he had no right to do such a thing replaced that weak thought, making another tear roll down your cheeks and fall down on Kai’s shirt you loved to wear so much that the colour was starting to fade, but you didn’t care. It was as if you had Kai by your side at that moment, the shirt still having his scent on, calming you down a little bit, but nothing could calm you down like Kai’s strong arms around you, not letting you go until you stopped crying and started smiling. 

 You looked up and through the window as you made a wish upon a star. A wish for Kai to come through that window like he always did and kiss you like you always liked, with his arms around your waist and a soft I love you whispered in your ear.

hey guys! so if you don’t already know, the annual Bellarke Fanfiction Awards have been cancelled. (if you’re not caught up, you can read the official announcement here)

while i know a lot of people are disappointed, i just hope you guys remember how much Work the BFF Team puts into organising this every year. these girls work their butts off trying to make every year’s awards bigger and better so that all of us find new things to enjoy about it. they’re a huge part of cultivating fan content appreciation in our fandom (not just fics, but vids/gifs/edits too). besides that, they spend large chunks of their time just keeping the BFF blog going, providing us with a steady stream of reblogged/original fic, doing their best to locate and recover every forgotten/lost fic when we can’t remember the name of that one work we loved. (seriously, have you ever tried to search for a specific fic based on someone’s vague, fuzzy description? it’s hard, fam. imagine doing that, like, every single day.)

with that in mind, it would be really nice if we could all put aside our gripes and complaints about fandom for, like, a minute, and take a moment to acknowledge and affirm this awesome team made up of Real Human Beings for their tireless, heartfelt contributions to the blog and to the Bellarke fandom as a whole. 

SO, let’s play a game!

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i don’t want this to come off as “HEY GUYS GO DO THIS THING FOR ME PLS AND THANKS” bcos that’s not what this is about. BUT as extra encouragement, i’m going to open up my own inbox for five-sentence prompt fills! 

GUIDELINES

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  • you are NOT required to reblog! (unless you just want to spread the word!) 
  • send me your Bellarke prompts here and i’ll write you a five-sentence fic 
  • this isn’t foolproof verification at all ofc so we’re gonna have to go on a little bit of faith here, lmao <3 honour system, folks! (e.g. don’t send me a prompt when you never sent any good vibes the BFF Team’s way)

HEY FIC WRITERS! THIS IS FOR YOU!

i’m pretty sure there’s a special place in all our hearts for the BFF blog and the BFFA, and i’m willing to bet i’m not the only one who wants to give something back to our lovely BFF Team. if you’d like to jump in on this, PLEASE REBLOG to let people know that you’re taking on this challenge! the more fic writers in on this project, the more love that’s gonna be sent the BFF Team’s way! =)

ThranduilsPerkyButt’s 8,000 Follower Challenge

Oh my gosh, darlings! We’ve reached 8,000 followers! Out of this world, I know! I never expected to get this many followers, but here you all are, and I cannot express the warmth it brings to my heart to know that you enjoyed my stories enough to follow me. Thank you, truly! I’ve been kind of obsessed with challenges as of late, so I decided to try out making my own challenge, maybe, and see how it goes. It’s my first ever one that I’ve made myself, so I get if no one wants to write the prompts lol, but hopefully some of you do!

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Alright, then! There are 30 quote-like prompts beneath the cut! They’re pretty random and I just wrote up whatever came to mind that I thought could possibly inspire cool fics. I will reblog your fic if you choose to write one, as well as make a masterlist for all of the fics once the deadline comes.

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Imagine you and Chris sending out ‘Save the Date’ cards.

A/N: Epilogue 😊 And don’t worry, no break needed this time. Chapter 5 is being written as we speak, and I cannot wait to share it with all of you. ❤️❤️❤️You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C)

Sunday was spent writing 'Save the Date’ cards at the Gucci headquarters. Why at the Gucci headquarters? Well, Gucci and their visual design team kindly offered to design your 'Save the Date’ cards seeing as you were marrying one of their spokespeople. They even offered to do the wedding invitations, except that task had already been snatched up by Kevin Feigi who was pulling some major strings with Disney so the two of you could have a Disney themed invite.

You’d discussed having a full blown themed wedding, but decided against it after looking at themed weddings on Pinterest. Classy and elegant with subtle hints- like a classic white and gold wedding invitation that had Mickey and Minnie’s silhouettes as a watermark, and the Disney castle in gold glitter on the header. That was more your speed, and anything you liked- Chris loved; he just wanted to marry you. As much as you both liked Disney, you both were in agreement when it came to not wanting the best day of your life to look like a children’s birthday party.

Your wedding was to happen on the 28th of September as the two of you met on the 28th of February. You joked saying you picked the twenty-eighth so Chris could “have an easier time remembering our anniversaries.” His response “I could never forget the best days of my life” rendered you speechless, leaving you to do the only thing you could when he bested you; kiss him.

“Thank you so much, Adriana,” you squeezed her hand. Adrianna was the head of the design team and the one that came up with the elegant black and gold 'Save the Date’ cards; 'Save the Date: 28th of September - Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N are tying the knot’ written in breathtaking calligraphy. “We can’t thank you and your team enough. Aren’t they beautiful, Chris?” You held up a card for him to see, chuckling when you saw him lost in his thoughts.

It didn’t look like there was anything negative on his mind, after all there was nothing to complain or worry about- he’d everything he’d ever wanted. You’d finally agreed to end the long engagement and was starting to plan the wedding with him. You’d also met with Emilia and had a discussion about your future in Hollywood if you were to write your love story.

Emilia had given you a rundown at the meeting, explaining that it would be at least three years of focus on one piece. First you had to write the script, until you did that- there was nothing to proceed with. But once you had your piece, you could start pitching; you could decide on a production company, and find the right director to tell your story. After that, the company you signed with would sort out the copyright, movie rights, and other legal issues before you moved on to the financial budgeting, location scouting, and casting. There was a ton to do, but like Emilia reminded you before you left her office, “the script is the most important thing. We cannot start the process if you don’t write the script. Whether or not you choose to sell your story to Sony Pictures, I urge you to start writing. This could be the next big thing, the last thing you want is for someone to swipe it from you.” When she said that, the angst built in the pit of your stomach.

That had always been a concern, it’d been a concern for you since you started posting on Tumblr. You were always worried about someone stealing your ideas and stories, sometimes it’d even keep you up at night. There were times where you’d find other writers posting scarily similar stories to yours, forcing you to consider shutting down your Tumblr to protect your intellectual material. Then Chris would sit you down and remind you that “people can steal your ideas, but they can’t steal your talent.” So though Emilia words worried you, you knew Chris was right. You could wait a little while, get through the wedding and the honeymoon first then get to work when January rolled around. You already had Emilia’s attention and promise that she’d have you in whenever you’d finished writing.

The thing you didn’t tell Emilia, or Chris- for obvious reasons- was you’d already written the story. It wasn’t in script form, but it was done and ready to be turned into a script. You were a writer, you wrote about everything so the story began the second you met Chris. You may not have always shared what you wrote with people, but you wrote about everything- all your experiences; the good, the bad, and the wonderful. You kept it a secret because you wanted to marry Chris first, you knew if you told him- he’d put you and your dreams first, rushing everything else so you could get to work as soon as possible. But you didn’t want to rush your wedding or your honeymoon, you didn’t want to rush what was most important to you: Chris.

“Chris?”

He tapped the blank card and gold pen in his right hand, and his left clenched fist, against the table’s glass surface as he continued to lose himself in his thoughtless daydream. It wasn’t until you waved a hand that he snapped out of it and gave you one of his adorable smiles. You found yourself smiling too as you held up the card to which he nodded at with the same smile, “that looks awesome. Sorry,” he chuckled, releasing card and pen from his grip. “I’m just thinking.”

“About what?” You asked, leaving Adriana and her team to continue their work to walk over to Chris. He wheeled his chair back, patting his lap; you shook your head because you were surrounded by people and not in the privacy of your own home. “Is everything okay?” You quizzed, taking the empty chair next to him.

“Everything’s perfect,” he assured you, taking your hands. “I’m just daydreaming, nothing important’s running through this chunk of wood.” He knocked on his head and you giggled, squeezing his hands. “I don’t know, I think I’m just daydreaming about our wedding. I mean- it’s in three months, that’s insane.”

“It is,” you nodded, smiling. “And it’s weird, 'cause just a few days ago when we discussed getting married- I felt so blindsided. But now, I’m okay. I’m ready to do this, like- I want to get married and play house with you,” you joked and he laughed. “Speaking of house, are we thinking of moving back to Boston after we get married or are we going to stay here?”

“I think we focus on the now first,” he answered. “Let’s just get through the wedding and go enjoy our honeymoon, then when we come back- we’ll sort out everything else. We don’t know where your upcoming job is going to need you, I think we make a decision based on that.” You nodded with pursed lips, feeling guilty about lying about the status of your story. “What’s wrong?”

“If I tell you something, will you promise not to react the way you want to?”

“I can’t promise you anything if I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

“You got me there,” you chuckled softly and he nodded, smiling. “I just- It’s not a big deal, so don’t freak out when I tell you that I actually…” You trailed off, then mumbled under your breath, “finished writing the story already.”

“What?” He frowned. “What do you mean you’re finished?”

“I wrote about us in real time, Chris,” you explained. “Whatever happened, I wrote as it happened. But I didn’t write with an intention to do anything about it, it was just for us. I don’t know, maybe even for our future children.” He ran a thumb over his bottom lip as he pondered for an appropriate reaction. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to feel like we had to rush things. I know you want this for me, but I want you more. I could never do anything that would jeopardize my time with you just to become a famous screenwriter.”

“So what you’re saying is you went behind my back instead, lying 'cause you felt like you had a better perspective of what we needed as a couple.” He raised a brow, trying not to smile; you nodded sheepishly. The two of you really were too similar. “Oh sweetheart,” he chuckled and hugged you. “I made the right choice marrying you.”

“I made the right choice marrying you too,” you smiled, kissing his cheek as he pulled away. “Emilia said she’d meet with me whenever I’m done, and I am- I’ve only got to convert it into script form. As soon as we return from our honeymoon, I’ll do that and I’ll go meet with her and start walking the path you so selflessly found for me.”

“Sounds like a plan, my future Mrs. Evans.” His smile reached his eyes when he said 'Mrs. Evans’. You chuckled, baring your perfect teeth as you grinned. “A perfect plan,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead.

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Chapter 5 ❤️