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Here’s the Soulmate!AU collab @rickandmortygetschwifty and I did together! :) It was so awesome to work on this with you; you’re so amazing <3

Please, read @rickandmortygetschwifty ‘s part of the collab right here, under the cut!! (The comic will make more sense, after you’ve read it) Prepare to weep! The fic is long and heart-wrenchingly beautiful!!


For longer than you’ve known, you never truly understood what a soulmate was.

Your first memory was of your mother hovering over you, inspecting the reddening bruise that was blossoming over your knee. She was looking over at you in disapproval, tutting as she tried to hush your sobs.You couldn’t help the tears that ran down your cheeks as you cradled your leg and begged your mother to make it stop hurting.The pain you felt was unlike anything you experienced before. And so you cried and cried, hoping that your screams would drown out the unpleasant sensations.

Your mother simply picked you up, whispering sweet things into your ear as she bandaged you up.

“Oh, you poor little thing,” she cooed, flicking you playfully on the nose. “Rick, you need to be more careful, or you’ll make your soulmate sad too.

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Why I Quit German

WARNINGS: This story is really gross and/or horrifying but also hilarious imho.  Your health always comes first, so mind the tags:  Violence, Cannibalism Mention, Suicidal Ideation, Feces, Sleep Deprivation, Airplanes, I generally had a really bad time but now it’s hysterical.  Most of the story is under the cut because it’s eight miles long.


In August of 2009 I flew back to Honolulu to do my sophomore year of college with the intention of entering 400-level german. What happened instead is the closest I’ve ever come to personally dying or actually murdering someone.

The problem started the day before my flight, when I attended a birthday party for a very dear cousin in Denver, and due to be in 1 of 2 adults present, ended up driving a bunch of teenagers home and didn’t get home until 12:30 that night.  Oh well, my flight’s at 6AM anyway, I’ll just stay up. I can sleep on the plane, I thought, like a complete fucking fool.

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BTS replaced you. - pt.2

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Originally posted by fairybcby

After the conversation we shared I muted the conversation, there was nothing I wanted to hear anymore and nothing I wanted to do but sleep. I was curious of what they had to say, if anything at all but at the same time I didn’t want to know because they probably don’t think it’s a big deal they’ve missed my birthday three years in a row. I sat at my dining room table, staring at the candlelit cake in front of me. It was their favourite, strawberry flavour and just looking at it reminded me of them and how they won’t be here again to share this too large cake for one with me.

For so long I believed that we were best friends, that we were inseparable and nothing or no one could come between the friendship we shared because we had been through so much with one another. But I was wrong. They let her get between us. I don’t want to be a selfish brat that I’m seeming to be, but they just forgot me so easily after spending a week with her, wouldn’t that hurt you? They used to be the first people to say happy birthday to me, even if they were away they’d never forget to FaceTime me at 12am - but this year, even though we were supposed to celebrate, they didn’t call at 12, they didn’t send me a text. Because they forgot, and they left me waiting for them like a fool standing outside the restaurant in the winter cold holding my own birthday cake. They promised. They promised that they were going to celebrate with me this year for sure, they even made sure they had no schedule clashes today so that we could celebrate, but just like that they forgot and I was replaced with someone new, someone better.

People looked at me funny, people who walked into the restaurant, had their meal and came back out to see me still standing there alone - they all looked at me with pity in their eyes. ‘That girl must’ve got stood up’ must be what they were all thinking. Yeah I was stood up by my seven best friends. The entire week they’ve been hanging out, the entire week they’ve dismissed me. ‘If it was important we would have remembered’ ‘Clearly wasn’t all that important’, that hurt to say the least, it only told me how much I didn’t mean to them, making it clear to me that they don’t need me in their lives anymore because they have someone new, someone that let’s them have the personal space that they needed and I understood now. I was only ever thinking of myself and what I wanted. Maybe they didn’t forget, maybe this was their way to tell me that our friendship is over. 

I blew out the candle without making a wish, wishes don’t come true. I’ve wished for the same thing the last two years and each following year I end up getting disappointed. I crawled into bed and went to sleep, eyes slightly wet from crying. But a few hours later, I heard my phone ring; I picked up without even checking the caller ID. 

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It Wasn’t Real (prologue)

Originally posted by villainquoteoftheday

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

Requested: Nah. Just had this idea, and really wanted to write it.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader

Warnings: this is based off pure memory. swearing, pennywise, fear, trauma, etc.

THIS IS A SERIES!! Check it out: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale


You hadn’t hesitated, not once. Not for your friends, not now, not ever. You’d done it for them. Done it to help Bill, to help Richie and Eddie, and Beverly, Ben, Mike, Stan. All of them.

But it seemed, now in this moment, they didn’t care.

“Open the door!” You screamed, “please! Please!” Your hands banged ruthlessly against the wooden door, trying everything to get it open. But no matter how hard you tried, it just wouldn’t budge. “Guys, please. Open the door!” You weren’t sure if it was them or someone else, but the door had shut on it’s own and now you couldn’t get it open again.

“Why would we open it?” A gasp escaped your lips, spinning around too fast for your own pace as Richie’s voice echoed around you. Smacking your back against the bedroom door behind you, you tried to look for someone through the thick darkness. “Why would want to ever open it?”

“R-Richie?” You called out, a tinge of hesitancy in your voice. “Are you there?” You asked, your fingernails scratching against the wood. You barely noticed the pain you caused yourself in the midst of your panic. Barely noticed the eery sound you made as the wood was scratched. 

“You’re nothing.” A different voice. Bill.

“You’ve never been anything.” Beverly.

“And now, you’ll never be something.” Eddie. 

“I-I… i don’t understand.” You whimpered, finding yourself at a lost of words. You couldn’t see anything, it was only dark and black and nothing. There was no light, there wasn’t anything to see. How could they be speaking to you? When a moment ago they’d been outside the door you were now separated by. “It isn’t real. It isn’t real. It’s not real!” You repeated, over and over.

“Not real?” Ben.

“Why wouldn’t this be real?” Mike.

“When we finally have the chance to get rid of you?” Stan.

“No.” You whispered, shaking your head. None of this made any sense! “No! No!” 

“No?” Then suddenly, the lights flipped on and you could see everything. Your friends stood before you in a line, all disfigured and bloodied. You cringed at the sight, pressing yourself as tight as you could against the wall though it did nothing. Closing your eyes, you tried to stop your frantic breathing but it was useless, as your sobs slipped past. “Why no?” Bill asked, tilting his head in an unnatural way.

“Afraid?” Eddie smiled. “You’re never afraid.”

“Don’t tell me…” Beverly started, her hand against her chest; “you’re afraid of us?”

“But isn’t this not real?” Ben reminded, and you watched with wide eyes.

“Or… is it?” Mike asked, and you felt your knees quake beneath you.

“Oh, it’s real.” Stan declared. You let out a whimper, hitting the back of your head against the door. “Your fear, I can smell it. It’s always been real.” Stan’s voice grew out of tone, as if it wasn’t him.

“Aren’t you afraid, Y/N?” Richie asked, stepping through the rest and making his presence known as he stood in the middle. Though, the second you blinked your eyes, it was no longer Richie and no longer did your friends stand there. Instead, stood IT.

Letting out a scream, you spun around, your hands coming up to bang on the door and jiggle the knob. “Let me out! Open the door!”

“Get the fucking door open!” Richie screamed, and it took you half a second to realize that it was him, behind the door. Had he been there the entire time? “I’m trying!” Stan yelled, and you felt the doorknob move beneath your grip. Had they been there the entire time?

“Time to play, Y/N.” You felt your heart spike at IT’s voice, and when you turned your head he was running at you. His speed was alarming but you only turned back to the door, yanking desperately.

“Hang o-on Y/N!” 

“Please!” You screamed, “please!”

You felt your body fall forward and wind rush through your hair, just as IT’s hands grazed your back. Though before your body could fall against the harsh ground you felt hands grab you. In your panic-stricken mind, you let out a blood-curling scream and you fought the grip, believing it to be IT. “Don’t touch me!”

“Y/N! Y/N!” A voice called and there were hands on your face, but you couldn’t focus. Your mind was running wild. “It’s Stan, Y/N! It’s okay, it’s okay!” Blinking, you felt your vision focus on what was before you; Stan. And then you saw Bill, and Eddie and Richie and…

“You left me!” Was the first thing that left your lips, in a shrill high-pitched tone. “You left me! You wouldn’t open the door!”

“No, no, Y/N. W-We tried to get the door open, it wouldn’t- wouldn’t-” Richie tried to explain, his own words running over one another. “We wouldn’t leave you.” He finished at last. But your mind was too wild, too gone for you to listen and instead you only continued to sob.

“Where’s the rest?” Eddie asked aloud, looking past your bedroom hallway. “Get in here!”

“W-We would never… Y-Y/N we tried. T-That has to count for something.” Bill explained in a haste, holding onto you as he’d been the one to catch you as you fell. You heard footsteps, many footsteps and you flinched until you saw it was only the rest of your friends. Beverly, Ben, Mike…

“You wouldn’t open the door…” You breathed, your voice suddenly a lot quieter. “You said I was nothing.”

“We tried.” Stan shook his head, gripping your face with force so you could focus on what was in front of you.

“I-It wasn’t real…” Bill panted.

Beverly fell before you and she smiled much like before, but this time it was kind. “You’d never be nothing to us.” She soothed, her hand coming out to grab yours.

“Y-Yeah, you’re too hot to forget.” Richie laughed, and you let out a small chuckle yourself. Evening out your breathing, your eyes found your bedroom and the scratches against the door, the scratches you made. That wasn’t fake… but the rest had been.

Falling into Stan, you pulled Mike into you and the rest followed.

It wasn’t real.

Or was it?


i’m not sure what this is, it’s bit more… much that my usual stories. But i thought this’d be interesting to write, please let me know what you thought! It could even be a series, I don’t know, lol. Just let me know!

Are You Going To Be An Overprotective Baby Brother?

Pairing: Steve x Henderson!reader 

Request:  Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and prior to the monsters you ignored Steve even though he always tried to flirt because you’re pretty and smart but you’re also snarky and friends with Nancy and Jonathan and BFFs with Dustin and all his friends love you and post monsters with Dustin and Steve’s bromance you start to be friends with him and Dustin notices he likes you and gives Steve a overprotective baby brother speech? You can decide if he makes a move  

Warnings: fluff, a few swear words

A/N: Omg I love this prompt so much! Also, I have a requested El x reader coming out sometime in the next few days :)

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You Bet

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Request(s): 

  • Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader … Honestly IDK what you wright. I am just a sucker for Steve The Mom™ and his bromance with Dustin. Would love for Dustin to have a sister or cousin or something and the Reader getting roped into Dart shenanigans. PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ
  • Can you do an imagine with Steve Harrington, were the reader is really badass, and kills one of the demogorgons, and steve starts liking her?

Word Count: 3038 (suuuper long I kinda hate it)

Song: No song for this I kinda just blasted the whole soundtrack for two days straight

Summary: Kinda exactly what the requests say but if you didn’t read it it’s essentially Steve being Mom Of The Year and you being Dustin’s badass older sister that Steve falls for after seeing her in action while fighting the demodogs.

Warning(s): Violence, swearing, I think that’s it????

Author’s Note: I’ll do a smutty part two if y’all want it like I’ll probs do it anyway let’s be for real

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PULP FICTION 📖 [ACT 1]

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader

summary: nancy breaks up with steve and he is a bit of a mess when you find him. being the new girl in hawkins you try to befriend and keep nancy off his mind. it backfires and now you have him falling in love with you, as you fight off the urge to fall in love with him, too. [THIS IS AN AU!]

warnings: swearing, sexual situations, violence

a/n: quentin tarantino is my favorite director and i really love old movies. so here’s this. lot’s of music in here. also, nothing too major happens now. just two characters meet. this is possibly the maybe first time i have such an independant/strong reader

if you like my stuff and want to support me, don’t forget to treat me to a KO-FI!

MASTERLIST.

[ACT 2.]

music.

“Hey, sorry to bother you. I wouldn’t be if… if you didn’t look like you could use some company.”

Your statement is met with silence as the unfamiliar guy in front of you lifts his eyes up to stare at you in bewilderment. Late autumn wind blows past and ruins your neat hairdo. Your hand grips the strap of your purse; you note tears glisten in his deep brown eyes and decide to look away so he’d have enough time to collect himself. The guy sniffles, rubs his eyes before giving you a tight smile; He opens his mouth to possibly dismiss you, but you beat him to it, “There’s no shame in crying. If you’re sad, you’re sad, right? Nothing you can do about it.” He sighs, “May I sit?” You inquire. After a moment of consideration, he gives a curt nod. And so you do.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for losers club meeting in group therapy.

I took this a bit further than I meant to, I hope you like it though because I love addressing mental health
(I based it off my own experiences and knowledge so I’m so so sorry if anything is not accurate)

- They all have the same therapist (she’s called Jackie) but they’ve never met each other

- she takes them all for different things

- Bill has depression from loosing his brother (‘n-n-not dead…j-j-just m-m-missing) and anger issues from getting frustrated with his stutter

- Beverly has depression and PTSD from her father and addiction to smoking

- Ben has social anxiety and topophobia from moving so much and getting bullied

- Mike has insomnia and PTSD from his parents death and having to work on the farm

- Richie has ADHD, bipolar disorder and addiction to smoking just from genetics and how his parents treat him

- Stan has chronic OCD and anxiety from his father being a perfectionist

- Eddie has chronic Mysophobia , anxiety and is the worst hypochondriac she’s ever seen

- She has problems with all of them being closed off for some reason

- Bill doesn’t like talking because when he tries to talk about loosing his brother his stutter gets worse, then he gets frustrated and gets overwhelmed

- Beverly just can’t bring herself to talk about it, talking about her dad sets off her PTSD and she gets super defensive about her smoking

- Ben is actually quite intimidated by Jackie, he knows deep down that she wants to help but can’t help but feel like he’s just putting his problems on someone else’s shoulders

- Mike is the easiest one to open up, he needs to know that someone is there and supporting him but at the same time he can’t talk about his parents without tearing up

- Richie talks about everything that isn’t his problems and wastes their hour pretty much every time, although some days he comes in and pours his little heart out

- Stan has told himself if he lets people know about his problems and says them out loud then it’ll make it all worse

- Eddies the only one who’ll willingly talk about what’s happening although he’s insecure about telling her incase she thinks he’s stupid

- so basically, she has a hard time with all of them but she still wants to help them all so bad

- So she proposes to her team leader that she should have an extra session with them once a week where they’re all together

- once she gets the all clear, she tells them about it

- They all agree sounded slightly worried and unwilling, other than Richie who was having a fantastic day and is ready to meet his new fucking friends

- the first session was…interesting to say the least

- Jackie set the chairs in a circle

- the first to arrive was Stan, he always needed to be early no matter what incase he missed something and took the seat next to Jackie

- Eddie was the second to arrive, he took the seat on the other side of her

- As a therapist, this warmed her heart as she knew they did that to feel safer

- She introduced them and got them talking about why bedrooms should be kept tidy, needless to say they become friends right away

- Bill was the third to arrive, he had gotten the wrong room at first and was kinda upset

- he walked in whispering the paragraph that helped his stutter, looking down

- He didn’t look up until he was sitting down at the furthest seat from Jackie in the circle

- She started to introduce them but he honestly wasn’t listening, he was too busy staring at the cute boy with curly hair in front of him

- Stan catches him staring but that doesn’t stop him, he just watches as Stan’s cheeks redden

- next to arrive is Ben and Mike, they weren’t really friends yet but they helped each other find the room

- And finally, Bev and Richie walked in taking as if they had been friends for years (slightly late)

- apparently Richie’s lighter had given up on him so Bev offered hers up, they became friends pretty quickly

- Ben is awestruck by Bev

- They both sat in the remaining two seats left

- As soon as Richie sat down he noticed the small boy next to Jackie and ended up doing the exact thing Bill did with Stan

- Jackie goes around the circle, asking everyone to introduce themselves and their problem and also say how they’re feeling today

- When it comes to Richie, he’s still looking at Eddie

- ‘I’m Richie, I have ADHD and I’m so fucking gay right now’

- Everyone (including Jackie) laughs, they like Richie already

- The session went okay, nothing too interesting happened and they just talked about stuff

- Jackie definitely noticed how they became more open as the hour passed by

- Although Richie spends most the time flirting with Eddie

- Stan leaves last, Bill waits for him by the front door and Stan swears he didn’t tear up a little

- Bill does this and walks Stan home after every session, after the sixth time they start holding hands

- Eddie eventually grows super fond of Richie so one day when said boy walks in and doesn’t talk or even really look up the whole hour, Eddie is pretty worried

- after the session, Jackie asks to talk to Richie privately and Eddie waits by the front of the building even though it’s raining

- Richie comes out after ten minutes, sniffling with red tearful eyes

- ‘Oh hey, Eddie spaghetti….isn’t your mom worried you’re not home yet?’

- 'I’m more concerned about you than my mom right now’

- Richie offers to walk Eddie home, giving Eddie his black denim jacket littered with patches somewhere along the way

- Richie also uses this time to explain his ADHD and bipolar disorder to Eddie

- 'Is there any chance I could get my jacket back? I’ll probably stay out for a bit’

- 'Sure…why are you staying out if it’s raining?’

- 'Just, parents and stuff yanno’

- with that, Eddie demands Richie stay over until his mum comes back or the rain stops

- Ben starts writing little notes and poems which he puts on Bev’s seat before every session and are signed anonymously

- Bev thinks it’s Bill at first but she sees Stan and Bill holding hands on the way home so she crosses him off the list

- one day, whilst she’s out smoking to get away from her dad she bumps into Richie

- she decides he’s a good smoking buddy and they become close, sneaking out pretty much every night to smoke together

- Richie saw Ben putting a note on Bev’s seat one day and honestly he just can’t keep it to himself

- 'Why don’t you ask Ben if he’s your secret admirer?’

- 'I might just do that’

- She leaves a note on his seat one day, with her number and the words 'my heart burns there too’

- To say Jackie is pleased with them and her decision to make their group is an understatement

You know what to do (add more) - xo

Sweeter Than Candy

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

Prompt: i’m sick on halloween but told you to go have fun at the party anyway but instead you surprised me with a blanket fort, tons of candy and all my favourite scary movies
Word Count: 985
Rating: T
A/N: A lot of people are starting to like Steve in season 2, which I am angry about because I’ve been in love with him since the first time I saw him. But yeah, more Steve love though! Special thanks to @keithstellations for being a lifesaver.


Out of all the days that you could’ve been sick, it had to be on Halloween. You really shouldn’t have wimped out of getting a flu shot.

You sighed and sneezed, lazily slumping down on your couch surrounded by tissue boxes and uneaten sweets, while watching various trick or treaters swear at the doorstep when no came to give them candy. Unsurprisingly, the rest of your family members had their own plans on Halloween and decided to leave you. Alone. Some family, huh?

Your plan was just to keep wallowing and sulking when suddenly, the phone rang from across the room. You mentally groaned at how far away it was before pushing yourself to get up. After taking what felt like a million sluggish steps to the phone, you answered it with a snotty, “Hello?”

“Y/N? Where are you? I’ve been trying to find you everywhere,” Steve paused, and you panicked when you heard what he said next. “You didn’t forget about the party, did you?”

“It’s not that, Steve, I’m just,” you stopped to blow your nose, quickly disposing the napkin. “Sick. Like my-head’s-so-hot-I-can’t-see-straight sick. I’m really sorry.”

You heard nothing but silence on the other linefor a while, then Steve finally spoke up, panic and concern clearly audible in his tone. “You’re sick?! How come you didn’t tell me? Great, now I have to go find Dustin’s old fever kit. Wait shit, I think that’s at Max’s house. Hold on, I’m coming-”

“Steve, no! Go have fun at the party. Please. I don’t need anyone here. I’d feel better if I knew you had fun. I’ll be okay!” You pleaded, twirling the phone’s cord as you did so. You knew it would be hard to convince him, but you had to try.

“Fine. At least tell me there’s someone else with you.” You smiled, despite yourself. He really cared. But now you realized that if you told him that you were alone, surely he would come rushing over.

“Uhhh… yeah… there’s someone with me here.” Trailing off, anyone could see that you were most likely lying. “Steve…”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Steve.”

That son of a bitch hung up. Despite this, you grinned. Steve was probably, scratch that, the best boyfriend ever.

Just like he promised, you heard his car pull up to the curb several minutes later, and once again you forced yourself to get up and get the door just as he was about to ring the doorbell. Steve stood there, armed with pillows and a bunch of bags, smiling brightly at you. “Surprise.”

You rolled your eyes but let him in, watching him trudge through you humble abode while carrying what seemed like a thousand bags. Chuckling, you asked, “Are you staying the night or preparing for a war?”

Steve sighed, looking around your living room and the piles of tissues and candy. “Maybe both.”

You were about to go help him with his stuff when he quickly stopped you, leading you back to your couch. Before you could resist, he looked at you with eyes that told you it would be unwise to get up, while piling blankets on top of you to make sure you wouldn’t get away. “Nope. Not gonna happen. You need to get some rest.”

“But-”

“Y/N.” You finally gave in, but not before voicing your discomfort and mumbling how you felt like a child. He quickly rearranged your blankets, then pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Better?”

“Much better.”

From then on, you drifted in and out of sleep, often only waking up when Steve came over to change the cloth on your forehead or to check you temperature. He seemed to be hard at work on something, since you could hear his swears and attempts to get something to work. Once, you even heard him drop something, causing him to wince in pain.

Then Steve came back, carefully lulling you back awake, then took you gingerly to what he had been working on. His hand grasped yours gently, looking back to check if you were okay several times. You had to tell him you were okay a couple hundred times.

Finally, Steve opened the door to your bedroom, and you gasped, looking at him in surprise and gratitude. Your room seemed to have been transformed. There was a blanket fort in the corner, a bunch of candy lying by its side and right across from it, the television from your basement played your favourite scary movie. So that was what he was trying to carry. You smiled gleefully, turning around to embrace Steve with the warmest hug you could muster. “Did you know you’re the best boyfriend ever?”

Steve chuckled playfully, returning your hug and carrying you over to the blanket fort. “Well, I have been told that a couple times here and there.”

You huddled closer to him as he sat next to you, handing him a bowl of popcorn you found on your nightstand. He tossed it up in the air, catching it in his mouth as it fell out. You laughed, since he usually failed when he tried to do that. For a while, you both just stayed there, watching horribly made scary movies and eating candy that you probably shouldn’t be eating. You felt warm, but it wasn’t because of the sickness. It was because of Steve.

Like you mean it 😘

Thank you, @cuppa-tea-eh for that prompt! :) It was so much fun! (and whenever ‘it was fun’ it turns into… well, 3k this time. Whoops!) I also posted it on AO3 if you prefer to read it there… :)


Cho Chang. Cho Chang? Really? Cho. Chang!!

“Draco, are you alright?” Pansy was waving a hand in front of his face, scrutinising him intently. She looked worried.

“Cho Chang,” Draco muttered for the umpteenth time. Pansy sighed, letting her hand drop to her side and leaning away again.

“Yes, Draco, Cho Chang. But she said no. She’s already going with someone else.”

Draco couldn’t help but sneer. Thank Merlin Chang was already going out with Diggory! But Potter seemed to fancy her nonetheless. Draco had caught him staring at the Ravenclaw in the Great Hall several times. It made him want to dump his porridge on Potter’s head.

When he saw Potter the next day, he noticed how tense his shoulders looked, how he was walking with his head bowed. Draco would have liked nothing more than to go over there and end Potter’s misery. There were only a few minor problems. Draco had a reputation to uphold. He couldn’t just walk over there and ask him to the Yule Ball. Besides, Potter didn’t even like him.

The more Draco thought about the impossibility of ever being with the stupid Gryffindor, the angrier he got. As he watched Potter cross the courtyard, he acted on impulse. He scooped up a handful of snow and threw it with as much force as he could. It hit Potter right in the back of his head.

“Ow!” He whirled around and narrowed his eyes when he saw Draco sneering at him.

“Potter!” Draco didn’t even have to force his voice to sound gleeful, it was an automatism. “Could you be any more pathetic?” He approached Potter with a smart pace, flashing his ‘Potter stinks’ badge before he came to a halt in front of him. “How does it feel, Potter, to realise you’re not everybody’s darling?” He cackled scornfully, jutting his chin forward. “The Boy Who Lived… can’t even find a date for the Yule Ball.”

Potter glowered at him and Draco felt almost embarrassed about how much he was enjoying it.

“Oh, because everybody is begging you to go with them?” Potter said in a mocking tone. Draco straightened himself, attempting to look as superior as possible.

“Unlike you, I get to pick and choose amongst my devoted admirers.”

Draco scowled when Potter snorted.

“Right. The one devoted admirer being Pansy Parkinson. And you call me pathetic.”

Draco struggled to keep his composure. But he wouldn’t let Potter win.

“Should I build you a snowwoman, so you won’t end up alone after all? At least she’d have as much charisma as you.”

“Don’t bother, Malfoy,” Potter said gruffly. “Worry about yourself. I bet you can’t find someone other than Pansy who’d want to go with you.”

Draco felt his cheeks burn up. He didn’t want to go with Pansy but had already made his peace with it, seeing as the person he really wanted to go with wasn’t an option.

“I already told you, I have lots of choices,” Draco fumed. It was an outright lie and he suspected Potter knew it. The Gryffindor crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Draco a speculative glance.

“Alright, let’s make a bet then.”

Draco pressed his lips together to keep himself from gaping. He squared his shoulders and forced himself to smirk.

“Sure. But if- I mean when I turn up with my date, who won’t be Pansy, you’ll kneel in front of me and kiss my hand.” Draco chuckled inwardly.

“What? I won’t be kneeling-”

“Scared you’ll lose, Potter?” Draco said tauntingly. Potter gritted his teeth.

“Fine! Since you seem to be so sure of yourself, I’ll make it easy for you. If I win, you’ll kiss your date in front of everyone! Like you mean it.”

Draco bit his lip. Potter wasn’t playing fair. He knew Pansy had a thing for Draco and she would kill him if he went to the ball with somebody else and kissed them right in front of her. But he couldn’t back down now.

“You’ve got yourself a bet, Potter,” he growled and stalked off to the Slytherin common room. What had he gotten himself into? This was bound to end badly. He knew it from the second he had agreed to this stupid bet and was proven right again when he talked to Pansy.

“What do you mean, you can’t go to the ball with me?” she screeched. Draco sighed.

“I made a bet with Potter,” he said, plopping down in an armchair.

“And that bet excludes me as your date?” She was probably going to start throwing things any second now.

“It does,” Draco replied. “Just ask Blaise or something.” It was obviously the wrong thing to say. Pansy’s face was red and blotchy, her nostrils were flared and her eyes look murderous.

“I will kill Potter for this,” she yelled and stormed off into her dorm. Draco let his head fall back and tried not to think about how Pansy would react if he actually had to kiss someone in front of her. Like you mean it. Potter’s words echoed in his head. That would be a tough sell. The only person he could imagine kissing in earnest was the one he’d had to beat in this stupid bet.


Draco looked around the Great Hall and wrinkled his nose. Finding a date to the Yule Ball had turned out harder than he had anticipated. Every single person he had asked was already taken, or at least they said they were, and time was running out fast. The stupid ball was tomorrow. His only consolation was that Potter didn’t seem to have had much luck either.

He didn’t know why he did it, what idiocy drove him to provoke Potter further, but when Potions class was over, he strode over to the Gryffindor and casually leaned his hip against his desk.

“Time’s almost up, Potter. We can do a test run if you like, to familiarise your knees to being bent.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Granger and Weasley blinking at him.

“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Potter said, standing up. “You on the other hand should probably take better care of these.” Without warning, Potter’s thumb was brushing Draco’s lower lip. “They look a bit chapped. Wouldn’t want your date to cut themselves on your lip.”

Draco could only watch Potter and his friends, who were still gaping at Draco, leave the classroom while he stood there, dumbfounded and rooted to the spot. His heart was about to jump out his chest and his legs felt like he had been hit with the Jelly-Legs-Jinx.

He was still slightly swaying when he found Blaise in the library.

“Got a date yet?” he asked, putting down his quill. Draco groaned.

“No. And Potter is driving me insane!”

“Honestly, you should just ask him to be your date and be done with it,” Blaise suggested.

“You’re very helpful,” Draco barked.

“Seriously, Draco, I swear to Salazar, if you don’t do anything about it and I have to endure you talking about him every waking minute until we finish school, I will throw myself into the Great Lake.”

“You know very well I can’t do anything about it,” Draco huffed. “And I do not talk about him that much.”

Blaise gave him an exasperated look and sighed.

“Why do you even like him?”

Draco frowned.

“How should I know? I just… do.”

Shaking his head, Blaise took his quill and stuffed it into his bag.

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Lipstick stains

Summary: She and Tom don’t exactly get along, but really, everyone knows they just need to bang.

Pairings: Reader (?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Some swearing and some smut

A/n: I’m sorry this is so shitty :/ but let me know what ya think anyways :)))


“Nice ass.”

“And this is as close as you’ll get to it.”

“Wouldn’t want it anyway.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

It was a good feeling when she got the last word in. It meant she won that round, and boy, there were many rounds of snarky banter. Neither she nor Tom were overly fond of each other and did what they could to avoid any situation involving the other. However, when your best friends are dating, it’s inevitable. Kat and Haz, what a cute couple. She and Tom, no way in hell. Or at least, that’s what they said every time somebody suggested they ‘just make out already’. See, the thing with those two is that they had undeniable chemistry; the room was thick with sexual tension whenever they were together. It was apparent to everyone but them.

They were currently at the boys’ shared apartment. When Haz had asked the both of them to help him prepare for tonight, they had begrudgingly agreed. It was Kat’s birthday, and being a good boyfriend, he was throwing her a surprise party. As much as they disliked each other, she and Tom loved their friends.  

Haz had put them in charge of decorations, so here she was, standing on a wooden stool in the living room, Tom on the ground behind her. She was on her toes, trying to tape streamers to the ceiling. Due to the height difference, he had a perfect view of her ass. She was annoying, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t hot – not that he’d ever admit that out loud.  

Suddenly she wobbled a little, and as if on instinct, he immediately reached out. He grabbed her waist, steadying her.

“Hands off, Holland,” she said sternly, not even looking at him.

“Geez, I was just trying to help,” he removed his hands, holding them up defensively.

“My knight in shining armour,” her words dripped with sarcasm.

He rolled his eyes at her.

Having finally taped that section, she asked Tom for another piece. The small seat she was standing on didn’t allow room for much movement. As she turned to take it from him, she lost her balance. With a yelp, she fell forward – right on top of Tom. They crashed to the floor in a loud heap.

They both groaned; him underneath her, she with her face pressed against his throat. She lifted her head and winced. Haz came running in.

“What is going on in h–,” he stopped midsentence when he saw them on the floor, in quite the compromising position.

He grinned.

“What happened?”

“It’s not what you think.”

“I’m sure,” he said amused, his grin getting wider. He contemplated taking pictures but thought better of it. They’d kill him.

“She fell on me,” Tom grunted.

“No, I didn’t!” she protested.

“You literally fell off the stool, onto me.”

“Okay, fine, I did,” she huffed as she stood up, checking for bruises.

Tom was still lying on the floor, taking a moment to recuperate.

“Um, mate?” Haz snickered, looking down at him.

“What?”

Haz checked to see if she had noticed yet, before answering, “You got a little something there,” indicating his collarbone.

Tom swiped at the area, not finding anything.

“What? What is it?” he questioned. He too stood up and looked between the two, puzzled.

By now, she had realised what Haz was talking about and suppressed a smile.

“Oops.”

She pointed at the mirror on the wall and allowed him to make the discovery. She and Haz exchanged a look and giggled.

“What the fuck?”

They burst out laughing. Right at the base of his throat, there was a perfect impression of her lips, her red lipstick staining his pale skin. Glaring at his reflection, he tried to wipe the mark away but only succeeded in smudging it.

“How the hell am I supposed to get rid of this?” he growled.

“Will you relax? It’s just lipstick,” she reassured.

“Yeah, that makes it seem like you two were getting intimate,” Haz snorted.

“Shut up,” the other two snapped in unison.

“Okay, okay,” he backed out of the room. “I’m gonna finish up in the kitchen. You guys should finish all this too, party’s starting soon.”

She nodded at him and turned to look at Tom. He was still rubbing at that spot and she could tell that it had spread all over his neck now.

Sighing, she walked over to her bag and pulled out a makeup wipe. She sauntered over to him and held out the tissue. He took it reluctantly and cleaned the lipstick off.

She crossed her arms and waited for him, expecting a thank you.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” he said instead.

“For what?” she asked in confusion.

“You fell on me, I cushioned your fall. You’re welcome,” he explained simply.

“My hero,” this time she rolled her eyes at him. “Come on, we gotta finish hanging these streamers.”

Grumbling, they returned to their assigned job.

*

“Let’s get this party started!” Kat screamed, raising her cup in the air. Somebody turned the volume up, and the crowd cheered, the apartment filling with music. She kissed Haz and dragged him into the middle of the room, dancing with him.

Tom smiled at his friends enjoying themselves. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes wandering the room before they landed on her. She was wearing a short black dress, hair cascading down her back. She was tipsy but moved with confidence in her heels. He watched her hips swinging in time to the beat of the song, her arms above her head. He admired the curves of her body, very evident in the confines of the tight fabric. It wasn’t long before some guy was behind her, his hands on her hips. She was unfazed, grinding against him. She spun around in his arms, her own coming down over his shoulders. As she moved closer towards him, Tom looked away, filled with a strange resentment.

He left the room, in search of more alcohol to distract him from this unwanted feeling.

*

She needed a drink. She had been dancing for what felt like hours and was desperately thirsty. Squeezing past the swaying bodies she made it to the kitchen. She noticed Tom leaning against the counter, talking to another guest. She moved towards the island bench across from him and grabbed a bottle, pouring some soda into a cup. She guzzled it down.

“All that grinding made you thirsty, huh?” he asked, more bitterly than he intended.

Putting the cup down she frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“It clearly means something.”

A thought dawned on her.

“Are… are you… jealous?” she asked in disbelief.

“Are you kidding? Why the hell would I be jealous?” he scoffed. He took a gulp of his drink.

“Fine,” she shrugged her shoulders, not really caring. “Where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall to the left.”

She nodded her head once and pushed past party-goers in the direction he had advised.

In the bathroom she checked herself in the mirror. She tousled her hair, mind going back to her chat with Tom. What was up with him? Shaking her head, she rummaged through her purse for the tube of lipstick. Finding it, she removed the lid and applied a fresh coat. She pressed her lips together, evening out the colour. Just as she popped the lid back on, the door opened.

“Occupied,” she called out.

“It’s me,” Tom stepped in, closing the door behind him.

“Oh. I was just leaving anyway.”

Zipping up her purse, she took one final glance at the mirror.  She saw Tom in the corner of her eye and bit her lower lip. He was wearing a black tee emphasising the muscles in his arms. His jaw was clenched and she noticed how sharp it was. She swallowed.

“Am I making you nervous?” he asked curiously.

“Of course not,” she forced herself to make eye contact, hoping she exuded more confidence than she was feeling.

“You seem nervous,” he took a step towards her.

She took a step back.

“Why would I be nervous? If I recall correctly, you were the one who sounded jealous earlier. Do I make you nervous?” she countered, trying to gain the upper hand.

“Not at all, and that wasn’t jealousy,” he continued to move towards her.

“What was it then?” her back hit the wall.

He was standing awfully close now. He filled her senses, sight, smell, hearing. She met his stare, refusing to look away first.

“It was frustration.”

“At what?” she almost whispered.

“At wanting to do this.”

He cupped her face and crashed his mouth against hers. Once she recovered from her initial shock, she found herself kissing him back. The rigidity of her body seeped away as they melded into each other. She reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands dropped down to her back where they slipped further lower to her ass.

He lifted her up effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their kiss was messy and passionate as everything they had been holding in came flooding out. He sat her on the edge of the sink and stood between her legs with his hands on her thighs. Her dress had ridden up and the heat of his palms seared her bare skin. He slid one hand up and gripped her hip while the other remained on her leg. He leaned forward, pushing her back and she threw an arm behind to find a purchase to support herself. She accidentally knocked over a bottle but they barely noticed it clattering to the floor. Her legs hugged his waist she gripped his shoulder with her right hand.

Needing a breath, Tom broke the kiss, moving his lips down her jaw to her neck. Her head fell back, exposing her throat and she let out a moan as he found her sweet spot. She tangled her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, her other arm snaking back over his shoulder. She was lost in bliss. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.

“Tom,” she moaned his name. Egged on by the sounds falling from her lips, he brought a hand up and slipped the spaghetti strap from her shoulder. He kissed down past her collarbone and along the soft skin of her shoulder.

All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.

“Mate?”

It was Haz.

“Fuck,” Tom cursed, as they separated. He stepped back and went to the door, not looking at her.

She, in turn, slipped off the sink and wiggled her dress back down to an appropriate length. She pushed her hair out of her face and turned to the mirror above the sink. Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth and her cheeks were flushed.

He opened the door.

“Yes, mate?” annoyance in his tone.

Haz’s mouth fell open in surprise when he saw Tom, but then he noticed her in the bathroom behind him. He smirked.

“Uh, you’ve got a little something…,” he repeated his words from earlier in the day.

“Huh?” Tom walked over to the sink where she was still standing.

He too, had her lipstick smudged over his mouth and chin. He dropped his head, shaking it.

“Wait ‘til I tell Kat,” Haz said gleefully, running off in the direction of the living room.

She looked at Tom. Then she went to the door and closed it. He turned to her when he heard the click of the lock.

“What are you doing?”

“We weren’t done.”


Tagging: @spideyontherun 

Bruise [ IX ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 6k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by loverkoreanasian

Red was the color that painted your skin through the sleepless night alone. Your eyes grew red from the endless stream of frustrated tears that dripped down your temples. Your cheeks changed hue from rawness, the sleeves of your sweater scratching away at them until they near bled. Your phone battery drained to zero, red painting the icon when you stared at it, debating calling him so his voice could fade your consciousness. Your lips drew too much blood to the surface when you bit down on them to stop another sigh from slipping out, desperate for it to all stop. Desperate for everything to be a dream you could wake up from rather than something you had to deal with when the sun rose back up into the sky.

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anonymous asked:

hi , could you do a yoongi smut where he is your best friend and you ask him to teach you how to give a bj? ( thanks and sorry for my bad english 🇦🇷)😘

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Lessons:

You sat there chewing on the stick of the sucker you had just finished devouring. Your eyes flickered from the screen, to Yoongi’s face, to the dials on the remote control back to Yoongi’s lips. His fingers, his slender frame lounging on the couch next to yours. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks the more you looked at him. Sometimes you even played it off, acting like you were staring at the TV but you were really checking him out from the corner of your eye. You lifted an eyebrow noticing how he was huffing and puffing next to you a light scowl dancing on his lips as he combed through his blonde locks.

“Is something the matter?” You asked as the silence became too much, the tension in the room soon getting thick.

“Yes. I think you could help me solve it.” Yoongi replied smartly turning to face you. His dark eyes narrowed as your eyes met his and you could feel your heart drop into your stomach.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Yoongi questioned and your eyes opened wide.

“I’m-“

“I swear to god Y/N if you say you weren’t staring at me I’m going to leave.” Yoongi was being a bit stern but you could see under the facade of his tough boy act. Still, you didn’t want to upset him you guys were best friends after all and he scolded you like his other friends but his actions to make you apologize are sometimes a bit worse than what he does to the other six. Sighing, you nodded shifting to face him in your seat letting the sucker stick press against the inside of your jaw.

“I wanted to ask for your help with something.” You started slowly and when you could see it in his eyes that he was encouraging you to go on you sighed jutting out your lower lip. “Can you teach me how to blow you?” You asked softly and Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows.

“Blow me?” He repeated, and you nodded feeling your face become warm from embarrassment as you pressed on.

“Yes, blow you, like you know give you head? Suck your dick?” You stated and Yoongi frowned standing up.

“If you’re going to talk nonsense I’m going home.” He stated, and you rolled your eyes reaching for his wrist to pull him back down beside you. After a few minutes of lazy tug and war he let you win with a groan sitting back down beside you.

“I’m serious Yoongi. I really need your help with this.” You whined softly still tugging on his wrist.

“Why do you want to do that? And why me? Is it because you like me?” He teased wiggling his eyebrows and you slapped at his arm. Yes, you liked him as your best friend, but you wouldn’t dare let him feed into that too much.

“Shut up asshole. Here is the thing, lately whenever I give head it’s like I’m not pleasing my partner anymore. I mean he does cum but now it takes longer, and his eyes doesn’t roll the way it used to. I think I’m going soft and I know you’re a very picky person so if you could teach me then maybe it could work on him?” You mused rubbing up and down Yoongi’s arm trying to coax him.

“A dick is a dick.”

“A mouth is a mouth.” You countered as he paused and gave you an incredulous look.

“How do you know he will even like what I like?” Yoongi questioned you and that did stomp you.

“Well I don’t-“

“Okay well case closed.” Yoongi stated and you could feel your anger rising inside. Giving a light frustrated yell, you stood up grabbing at your belongings.

“Where are you going?” Yoongi asked grabbing on your pants leg as you tried to move away from the couch.

“If you’re not going to help me I’m going to ask Taehyung.” You lightly shook your leg to pry his fingers off, but his grip tightened at your words.

“How do you know Taehyung wouldn’t say the same thing?” Yoongi asked and you smiled.

“Taehyung likes oral as much as I do.” You chirped and Yoongi managed to wrestle you back down on the couch.

“You both need to calm down with that, sex is addicting.”

“A dick is a dick.” You repeated batting your eyelashes.

“I like oral too.” Yoongi said next almost pouting and you had to try your hardest to not laugh as you pushed at his chin lightly.

“But you didn’t want my oral so what’s the problem?” You asked and Yoongi tilted his head.

“I don’t want my best friend slobbering all over Taehyung. He would never shut up about it. Besides, I’m more experienced.” Yoongi gloated wiggling his eyebrows.

“Experienced and single.” You gave him a deadpan stare that he matched.

“If I had a girlfriend or if Taehyung did then what would that make you? You wouldn’t even be able to live out your little fantasy.” He pinched your nose pulling back which you followed with soft whimpers slapping at his hand.

“Are you going to help me or not?” You asked and Yoongi gave a mischievous smirk.

“Does your eyes roll back when he eats you out?” Yoongi asked and it took you a moment to think about it. But the more you did the more you felt confused.

“Not.. Lately.” You admitted and Yoongi hummed grabbing at your phone and things to put them back on your table.

“How about this. I’ll show you how to give head, a few tricks that should make any man come undone. Or at least the ones I know, because we talk about this. And in return you can show me how you liked to be eaten out.” Yoongi gave a sweet smile and your heart rate sped up as he watched you.

“But why me? I am fine with what he gives me!” You lied, it was horrible, but you couldn’t let your best friend eat you out.

“A mouth is a mouth?” He questioned, and you narrowed your eyes gritting your teeth at the shit eating grin plastered across his face.

“Fine asshole.” You mumbled and Yoongi chuckled sitting back down beside you, grabbing at your hand he tugged lightly.

“Good now on your knees.” He commanded softly. You didn’t expect this too move so quickly, you suddenly felt like a little lamb in a lion’s den, but you knew that it was too late for you to try to back down now. Once you provoke someone, especially Yoongi he expects you to keep your word. You slid down off the couch and stationed yourself on your knees as Yoongi opened his legs for you. He was staring at you with dark eyes, waiting for you as his legs softly rocked out and in. “Well?” He questioned, and you lifted an eyebrow questioning him. “Dammit, y/n. Do I have to do this as well too? I need you to pull my dick out. Get me hard, do something, if you can.” Yoongi taunted and you felt insulted slightly, but you couldn’t help but laugh because of his rude ass mouth. Biting on your lip, your moved your hands to trail up his jean cladded thighs, immediately you could feel his body become rigid, but he tried to appear relaxed.

Your hands gripped at his zipper and button, your eyes locked on his as you pressed the palm of your hand down against his soft bulge rubbing it up and down. Your eyes cast downward as you became nervous and almost too concentrated on his bulge, keeping your eyes stationed on it. Yoongi gave a soft chuckle leaning over to grip at your chin he looked in your eyes. “Baby it’s a dick, not a magic trick. Don’t be so quick, take your time. Feel me.” He stopped your hand rolling his hips up instead as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Try making out with him next time. Let him feel his tongue against yours, and those soft lips. He will become worked up thinking about what they will do to him.” Yoongi muttered softly pressing closer to you. The blood was rushing every where in your body, you felt light headed and you had both barely started. The smell of Yoongi’s hint of cologne hit your senses as he invaded your space. His lips pressed against yours in a soft kiss that you were eager to deepen. “Slow, down.” Yoongi groaned against your lips gripping tightly at your wrist. It was hard for you to be patient and take things slow, but letting him have his way, you let Yoongi take the lead moving your lips against his softer ones. He deepened the kiss molding your lips together starting to nibble and suck lightly on your top lip. You started to bite onto his plump lower lip flicking your tongue across the expanse of his flesh before pulling it in your mouth to suck on it. You could feel him twitch inside of his pants a soft groan leaving his lips as your fingers started to grope him through his pants. Yoongi removed his hand to instead cup your cheek to deepen the kiss. He asked you for entrance which you granted parting your lips to let his tongue dance against yours. The kiss was slow and sensual, his tongue taking the lead and dominating the kiss while your hand worked on stroking the outline of his hardening member through the confines of his pants. His breath was becoming quicker, his movements a bit rough as he explored your mouth. Yoongi tasted every inch of your warm cavern that he could, his fingers gripping at your hair before he pulled back to look down at your hand stroking the outline of his cock, your fingertips pressing into his clothed bulge.

“Good job, you’re half way there.” He taunted, and you wanted to push him back so bad, but you let him have his fun. Your hands moved back towards his button and you undid it, but he slapped at your hand once you grabbed for his zipper. “It won’t work all the time, but use your mouth. When you do it on a rare setting it will almost make him explode. Patience.” You leaned forward bracing yourself on your knees, looking up at him your teeth gripped onto the silver zipper pulling it down slowly. You felt sheepish under his gaze, so you tried to avoid it, but he once again gripped at your chin making you look up at him. “Eye contact. Don’t be afraid to look at him. He’s your lover, right? Let him know just how much he knows you. How exposed you are even on your knees. If he can find some pleasure in your eyes, he will love it even more.” You found it great and all but considering Yoongi wasn’t your lover and you realized for the first time that maybe this idea was not so good. Your hands grabbed at Yoongi’s hips and you pulled down his pants as well, not really surprised that he didn’t have on boxers underneath his pants.

Yoongi helped you kick off his pants, and he sat there waiting for you. Your eyes trailed over his naked lower half and back up towards his shaft. It was resting against his lower stomach, hard and red. You could see his veins popping out, the length was impressive you had to admit. He looked heavy, he looked hard and from the way it twitched and jumped your mouth couldn’t help but water at thinking about how it would feel. Yoongi wouldn’t say anything to you about it, but seeing how hungry you were for his cock made something stir inside of him. The more you stared the more he wanted to grip at your hair and face fuck you, but he had to be patient and let you take the lead. It felt like eternity but the moment you gripped onto his cock he released a soft sigh settling back against the seat. Your hand moved to grip at his thick girth. Pumping the expanse of his dick up and down, you darted your tongue out against your lower lip trying to follow his advice and take your time. Your hand was testing out how hard you should grip at his shaft, you leaned forward to swipe your tongue against the tip of his shaft, flicking it against the expanse of his head. You let it dance around the tip before sliding down the sides of his cock and back up. Coating him with light spit it made pumping him easier, your eyes trained on his pulsing cock, the soft oozing of his precum. Yoongi had dark eyes, nibbling on his own lips as his breath picked up he saw you about to take him into your mouth and he shook his head grabbing at your locks.

“Tease me. Play with me. Use your tongue before you bob your head. I want you to rile me up.” Yoongi let his fingers comb through your hair and you let your hand wrap around the base of his cock. Nodding your head, you let your tongue flick up and down against his flesh. You took your time trace over every vein you could find, letting your spit coat his whole member. Your lips pressed against different parts of his cock. You let your tongue roam around the bottom of his cock against the base of his shaft, your tongue drifting up against his tip again. You gave Yoongi one look and took his soft nod of his head, your mouth opened wide to wrap around the top sucking on his head, your tongue flicked roughly up and down his slit, flattening to lap up all his sweetness. Your mouth lowered onto his cock taking every inch of it until you couldn’t fit anymore comfortably. You were bobbing your head at a slow pace, letting your tongue flatten so that your mouth could wrap snugly around him. Making soft slurping noises to suck up the excess spit, your hand pumped what your mouth couldn’t reach. Yoongi let you take control and feel him out, his legs spreading wider, he was catching flickers of your gaze lingering on his face. He chuckled deeply as his fingers tightened into your locks and he coaxed you farther down his shaft.

“Go down, get that dick nice and wet princess.” He urged in a rough voice. You didn’t know what provoked you to do this, but you moaned, you moaned at how he commanded you. “Is that so?” Yoongi mused out loud pushing your head down more. “Someone likes dirty talking. Fuck- keep moaning on my dick. You like having it shoved in your mouth, don’t you? I wouldn’t be surprised if you fantasized that it was my dick instead of his in your fucking mouth you slut. I saw how you were staring at it, that weight feels really good against your tongue doesn’t it, y/n?” You were squeezing your legs together the more he talked, you moaned more around his shaft, hearing the suck of air he took as you moved to bob your head at a faster pace. Your eyes shut, and you tried to change your focus on something else so that you wouldn’t have a wet spot in your panties later. “Fucking look at me.” Yoongi ordered gripping tightly at your hair. Your eyes flew open and Yoongi saw all he needed to know. The submissiveness, the sheer want and need from your eyes. The hidden lust that was just begging for his attention. “Such a slut.” Yoongi slapped your hand away from his shaft and moved towards the end of the couch. You adjusted your body for him, but he held your head in place looking down at you with a cocky smirk. “You know why he can’t get satisfaction from you?” Yoongi asked as he started to thrust his hips up into your mouth, pushing himself down your throat as he watched you. His place slow and the grip on your head told you to stay still.  Your heart was pounding against your ears and chest, but you willed yourself to listen to him because fuck he was turning you on so bad right now. “He can’t get it because he’s letting you do all the fucking work. All you want is someone to take control and dominate you like the submissive girl you are. Isn’t that right? I bet if I called you kitten, you would cum in your panties untouched.” Yoongi started to watch your eyes flutter, he was loving this a bit more than he should have. He knew in the back of his mind there were going to be things you both needed to deal with but for right now, he was all for getting lost in his personal pleasure and dragging you down with him. His hips pushed up against your face as he roughly fucked it. His soft trimmed pubes brushing against your nose as he swirled his hips against your face causing choking sounds to erupt from your body. The more he snapped his hips up the more you choked but you loved every minute of it. Your hands stationed themselves on his ankles as you let Yoongi take over. “Look at me, kitten.” Yoongi demanded and you did as he asked. “Look at how fucking ruined you are. I think you can do better. I need to feel your tongue, fight back. Let me see how much you want my cock shoved down your throat.” Your tongue flicked up and down his shaft slowly, swirling when you could and trying to find his most sensitive spots. “That’s right, fuck- so good baby keep it up.” Yoongi encouraged you once or twice before falling back silent. You felt special in a way, knowing him you didn’t think Yoongi was ever the type to be vocal during sex. The few times you stay with him and he brought people over the only thing you heard was a grunt when he climaxed. Of course, you thought because you were his best friend he wanted to encourage you as much as he could.

Yoongi moved to grip at your nose, cutting of your air as he slid his hips all the way forward resting deep inside of your throat. Feeling your throat tighten and heave against him was too much. His eyes rolled a bit and his mouth fell open as you fought to get yourself air. Yoongi pulled back letting you breathe as your body fell forward slightly. “Don’t give up, you’re doing so good, I’m almost there.” Yoongi slide his cock back inside of your mouth holding it in place before he ground his hips against your mouth. Tears were falling from the corner of your eyelids; your throat was burning and there was spit falling from the sides of your mouth and down your chin getting onto your clothes. Yoongi was moaning softly, trying to control himself but you could see that he was on cloud nine. He pulled back and sat down against the couch releasing your nose. Grabbing at the base of his wet dick he tapped it over your face. “Finish me off.”

You moved forward to press your tongue against his cock once again, but one thing he didn’t teach you about was his balls, and you wanted to explore that unknown territory to see what would happen. Your mouth latched onto his ball sack as your hand focused on stroking his cock as at a fast pace. Yoongi growled softly as he watched your dark eyes focus on his body. Your lips wrapping around each of his balls sucking them eagerly. You could feel them tighten against your tongue and you smirked, pressing your thumb nail into the slit of his cock. Feeling his throbbing become more you pulled back slapping his cock against your tongue, flicking it eagerly against his sensitive spot.

“Come on Yoongi. Cum for me and paint my face with your cum. I know you would love to see me be a truly ruined slut with your cum on my face.” You moaned playfully watching him as your hand squeezed tighter and moved faster. Yoongi didn’t protest much, trying to narrow his eyes as he stared into your, but it didn’t work. He was rolling his head back, his hips bucking against your hand in an erratic manner and sure enough he was painting your face with his cum. Whining softly as the warm cum painted your face, your tongue darted out to lick up what you could. His was sweet, a hint of bitterness but you would taste him again in a heartbeat if he asked. You wished you could see how his body was trembling against the couch, how white his knuckles must have been from grabbing anything to calm himself down. Yoongi felt his hips tremble and buck lightly as you stroked him past his orgasm.

“Stop- “He warned weakly moving your hand so that he wouldn’t be overstimulated. Yoongi watched you clean your face of his cum, he watched as you took your shirt off to continue to clean your face.

Yoongi moved to pull his pants up. He situated himself in his pants, standing over you. Yoongi watched you before he gave you another smile, patting on the couch and you tilted your head trying to catch your breath.

“You don’t think I’ve forgotten, do you? It’s my turn.” Yoongi grabbed at your wrist and though you were nervous willingly you went. Yoongi sat you on your ass, his hands spread your legs wide, looking at the wet spot between your shorts. He chuckled leaning forward to give kisses to your center before he discarded your bottoms looking in your eyes. “I hope you’re ready to leave him, because when I’m done with this pussy, it won’t even know his name.”

The King of Hawkins Goes Soft

Summary: The reader helps chaperone the winter formal, which leads to a very eventful night involving the King of Hawkins. 

Word Count: 2648

Song Pairing: Talking in your Sleep- the romantics https://youtu.be/PtxiZItyYh8

authors note: kinda spoilers for season two? This also doesn’t 100% follow the plot! I had SO much fun writing this!! Let me know what you think!! (single mom Steve is the best Steve)


You smiled to yourself watching the event unfold. Steve was giving some version of a pep talk to Dustin before the winter formal, and you laughed as you saw the deal sealed with a handshake.

Dustin walked by you with a huge grin, “Hey (y/n)!”. He saluted you, and you saluted back matching his grin. You winked, “Good luck tonight soldier”.

By now Steve had parked his car, and was resting against the hood. You walked over to him, “What are you doing here? Hate to break it to ya but you’re a little too old-”.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, laughing while shaking his head. He smiled, “I gotta keep an eye on the little shits”.

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DEADLIGHTS

One | Bloody Introductions

Summary: It had endured centuries on earth, indulging selfishly in Its desires, never once blinking at Its monstrous ways. Your arrival into Its existence warped the both of you into an emotional chaos of white-hot lust and desire, throwing the both of you into never a ending poignant rollarcoaster of longing and unattainable sensual tranquility.

The clock was ticking. It couldn’t bring Itself to leave you, yet It couldn’t bring Itself to stay either. It hated this love, It hated this lust, It hated this desire, and most of all, It hated that It didn’t hate you.

Author’s Note:  Critique is welcomed. This is the first fic I’ve written in ages. Apologize for any typos or grammar mistakes, I swear I proofread this three hundred times. Typos will be the death of me. I tried. The next two chapters will be posted within a couple of hours. I may or may not have accidentally written 20K+ words of this fic before posting. Whoops. Enjoy!

Words: 5.1K +

Warnings: Very gory. NSFW content. Very sexual. Lots of clown sex. You know, the usual.


The first time It had tasted you was where it began. It had sunk Its teeth into your skin, every intention of getting a quick, juicy meal out of your body. Its eyes rolled to the back of Its head, the endless row of gums and fangs spilling out from Its deformed excuse for a mouth, becoming more monstrous by the second. Your ears were ringing rapidly in your head and you were convinced your heart would burst from fear sooner than you would die from this grotesque being; the organ pounded against your chest like it was a cage, a desperate animal fleeting to escape, your breathing impossibly quick. It had you cornered, there was nowhere to run, and even if there was, the monster had made it clear that It was more than capable of using Its strength to stop you.

You knew one thing on this night; you were sure you were going to die.

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Not Northside Material - Part 2

Originally posted by always-klaus-forever-kol

A/N: Y’all are amazing and the support for the first part of this was awesome and I love you all so here is part 2! I hope ya still like it, the other parts are already coming together and I tells ya it gets good (I think). 

Part 1

Summary: Sweet Pea introduces himself and his friends to the new girl and it puts Jughead on edge… almost as if that was his intention.

Word Count: 2,849

Warnings: Still just Swears and Serpents

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Enough

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

Anonymous Requested: can you do one where ur steves girlfriend and u jump in his fight with billy go get him to stop beating on steve

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: One word; Billy.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!


“Billy!” You screamed, feeling your voice grow raw with distress. Your eyes crinkled with worry as you watched the figure of your boyfriend get the living shit beat out of him. “Billy! Seriously, get the hell off of him!” But no matter how loud you screamed or how much you did, the psychotic creep didn’t seem to give a shit.

You felt your nails dig into the palms of your hands, and you were sure you could feel the blood start to leak but you didn’t care. The sounds of the kids screamed faded to the back of your mind and for a moment you forgot they were even there, ever when you felt Dustin desperately gripping you back as you’d always tried many times to run to Steve. Too dangerous, they screamed.

But you didn’t care. Not when Steve was on the ground, his nose and mouth bleeding profusely and his eyes closed shut as he was knocked out from the pain. He didn’t deserve this, especially since he’d spent the last few days taking care of the kids…

“Enough!” You screamed, ripping your arm from Dustin’s grasp. Your echoing scream caught the attention of those around you, and silence followed as Billy leaned back from his bent position over Steve to look back at you. You felt undeniable anger surge through you as he laughed, smirking like this was something to be proud of, back at you. There was nothing prideful about beating someone half to death.

“Get the hell off of Steve now,” you ordered, taking daring steps before the clearly unstable boy. It didn’t even register in your mind that Billy was clearly very dangerous, not to mention that he overpowered your strength any day. The sighed of Steve laid on the ground, bleeding and in pain hurt you enough to forgot about all of that. All that you were capable of thinking was that he’d hurt Steve, and he deserved to pay. “Or I swear to God-”

“You swear what?” Billy interrupted you, crawling up from his crouched position to tower over you. You took it all in a stride, gazing up at the boy with a disgusted smirk. Billy only smirked down at you, like he was above of you, and his hand came up to softly grasp your arm. “You know I still don’t know why you’re even with him… You could do so much better.”

You heard the kids behind you murmur, though you didn’t know what they were saying so you pushed it to the back of your mind. Instead you narrowed your eyes threateningly up at Billy and scoffed; “and what? You’re better?”

“All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.” You took a deep breath, hating the words he spoke. Clenching your fists even tighter, the pain that came from you digging your nails into your palm at this moment soothed you. You wanted to punch him, knock him off of his feet and hurt him, but you contained yourself; you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was because the kids behind you had seen enough violence as it is and they didn’t need to see more, or maybe it was the fact that you knew Billy could easily over power you.

It wasn’t until Billy took another daring step toward you, and his hands moved to wrap themselves around you and you felt his breath hit your ear. “I could show you a hell of a better time than Steve.” Then before you knew it you’d shoved Billy away from you and your fist swinging past you to smack him in the face.

It stung and you heard gasps behind you as you glared deathly at Billy. You stumbled back, holding his face before laughing maniacally. You raised your hand again, getting one final swing before his hand caught yours and you were groaning in pain. You bent down at he gripped your arm with unrivaling force, letting out a soft cry.

“Y/N!”

“Let her go you bastard!”

“Get the hell off of her!”

Just as you were sure Billy would knock you off your feet and beat the living daylights out of you, Max appeared and Billy’s grip loosened. You stared at the needle protruding from his neck, then at Max and when she nodded, you wasted no time falling next to Steve. You ignore the pain you felt in your hand from punching someone, which you’d never done before, and the growing bruise on your arm as your hands softly gripped Steve’s face.

“Steve?” You called out, but you knew he wouldn’t answer; he was knocked out cold. You let out a shaky breath, your eyes falling across his battered state and despite knowing he couldn’t see you, you smiled. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

Earned It- Loki One Shot

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Prompt: When Thor brings Loki to stay with the Avengers, the team decides to prove just how much the God of Mischief has changed by assigning you to earn his trust; but you end up earning more than that. NO RAGNAROK SPOILERS!

Word Count: 3700

A/N: Ok so I saw Thor Ragnarok when it first came out and I absolutely loved it. For some reason, I fell in love with Loki. Not gonna lie, I feel like Loki deserves redemption and the MCU is not giving him that at all (which is why I disliked him in previous movies). Before Ragnarok, I only liked Loki because he was funny and Tom Hiddleston is beautiful. So, yeah, with this new found love for Loki, I have decided to expand my characters by adding him to the list of people I will write of. Fair warning: this is not a good imagine at all.

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“But why me?” You let out an exasperated whine, “He knows me the least.”

“It’s not just that.” Steve nodded, “You weren’t there when he tried taking over the world, so you’re the best candidate.”

“So what? I’m chosen just because he’s never tried to kill me directly before?”

“Basically. Plus, you’re a hot, young girl that Loki would totally mess with.” Tony added, making Natasha hit him over the back of his head and you roll your eyes. “I’m just saying that you have more assets than I do when it comes to gaining the God of Mischief’s trust.”

“Thanks, Tony.” You replied in a flat tone.

“Will you do it, Y/N? It’s the best way to see if he has changed and if we can actually trust him.” Steve said.

“If I’m our only hope, then sure, but, I swear, if Loki tries anything on me, Thor, you will no longer have a brother.”

“Get in line.” Clint laughed dryly.

“Yeah, you’ll have to wait your turn for that.” Bruce said.

“Hey, now, no one will be killing my brother. He has changed.” Thor said. When the mighty God of Thunder first approached the Avengers about his brother staying in the compound with them, they were all quick to say no. Thor then went into detail about Loki’s redeeming actions while his brother walked into the room. After putting away their drawn weapons, Tony locked Loki in one of the cells, so that the team could discuss the issue at hand. That’s when Tony, Natasha, and Steve came up with the brilliant idea of using you as bait. You, the newest Avenger that has never even formally met Loki before, were chosen as the person to draw him out. You would somehow gain his trust and learn whether or not he has truly changed. If he never trusted you, then he was the same Loki as years ago; if he trusted you, then he had changed.

With your decision made, the Avengers left their meeting room to the cells. You all stood before Loki as he beamed mischievously at the sight before him. Tony opened the cell up and allowed the God to step out.

“Alright, reindeer games, we’ve got some rules that you must comply to- if you are to stay here.” Tony stated.

“Ah, rules- don’t you just love them and the chaos they bring?” Loki replied and Steve scolded Natasha as she began to curl her fists.

“Look,” Steve said, stepping up, “You’re not allowed to leave the compound unless one of us agrees to go with you; you cannot create any chaos inside or outside of the compound; you’re not allowed anywhere near the ships or weaponry-”

“I get it. I’m under house arrest. I’ve been in trouble before.” He stated, “Now, where is my bedroom? I’d like to catch up on some sleep.”

“Follow me, brother.” Thor said, leading Loki up the stairs as everyone dismantled from their protective stances. You watched as the two brother headed up the spiral staircase and you caught how Loki peered over his shoulder at you. You were quick to turn your head and invest yourself in a conversation with Steve.

~~~

That night, Loki did not come downstairs for dinner. Thor offered to take him a plate, but you insisted on doing it- that way, you could introduce yourself properly to him. Thor, knowing your intentions well, allowed you to take his place in serving his brother. You stood outside of Loki’s room and knocked lightly on the door, holding his plate of food with the other hand.

“Come in.” Loki said dryly. You slowly opened the door to find him sitting on his bed with a disinterested look in his eyes.

“I brought you dinner.” You gestured to the plate of steak and potatoes.

“I’m not hungry.” He replied and you shook your head with a laugh.

“You haven’t eaten all day. Please, eat this. Sam makes the best steaks.” You held it out to him and placed the book in his hands on his lap, before taking the plate.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, Sam, he’s the Falcon. He’s super cool and there are no steaks that compare to his- well, actually there’s a really nice restaurant in Upper Manhattan that has the best steaks. Sam’s are still amazing.”

“I’m dying to try it.” Loki replied sarcastically as he poked it with his fork.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said, holding a hand out to him.

“Loki, but you already knew that.” He shook your hand almost timidly. He felt that there was something off about you- why were you so kind compared to the others? He expected Thor to be the only one to treat him as a normal person- not some random Midgardian that he’s never met.

“What book are you reading?”

“Excuse me?” Loki asked and you nodded toward the stray book on his bed. “It’s just a story my mother used to tell me. It’s a part of Norse mythology, as you humans call it.”

“It sounds interesting. I’ve always enjoyed learning about mythology.” You said, genuinely.

“Well, as good of a book it is, it does get boring after a while. I should have brought more books with me.”

“You know, Loki, we’ve got a library.”

“A library?” Loki asked, his whole stance perking up at the word.

“Yeah, I’d offer to show you it tonight, but I’ve got dishes to do. I’ll show it to you tomorrow.” You paused and then nodded, “I’ll see you later then. Good night, Loki.”

“Good night, YN.” Loki replied as you quickly retreated from his room. He looked at the plate in his hands and set it on his bedside table. He picked up his book and began to read it once more. He couldn’t help but think about you and how you were so intriguing to him. As much as he’d appreciate you showing him the library tomorrow, Loki got up and made it his mission to find the library on his own.

~~~

The next day, you went to find Loki in his room, but found that it was empty. You then decided that the library would be the next best place to look, knowing that he had shown a level of interest in it. You found him as expected; he was comfortably lounging in a chair with his nose stuck in a different book.

“I see you found Steve’s Shakespeare.” You said with a short laugh. Loki jumped, startled at your sudden presence. He lowered the book and looked over at you as you stood in between two shelves.

“It is quite entertaining to read.” He replied, glancing down at Macbeth in his hands.

“I know. It’s one of my favorite Shakespeare plays.” You nodded.

“If you’ll forgive me, I’d like to continue it.”

“I’ll be quiet, but I want to do some reading of my own.” You replied. You searched in the shelves for a book as Loki continued his reading.

This happened once everyday for the next two weeks. You would enter the library to read in peace, and Loki would already be sitting at a chair by the fire with a different book in his hand than the day before. You would both make small talk for a few minutes when you arrived. You felt, over this time period, that your feelings for the God were growing, and growing romantic. You also felt that there had been no progress on your part- Loki still treated you as if you were just another Avenger, as if you were on the same level as his brother for trust.

“Just give it some more time.” Natasha told you as you complained to her in her room.

“Time won’t do anything, Nat. Nothing is working. We just sit in a library and read as communication.” You let out an exasperated sigh and she shrugged. You watched as she focused on painting her toenails a light shade of purple almost more than she focused on your complaints.

“At least he bears being in the same room as you. He makes every meal incredibly awkward.” She replied. You remembered back to just this morning- Loki was silent, like he always was, and, as soon as he finished eating, he left the room. His presence filled the entire room with tension.

“That’s one thing, though.” You huffed.

“Aren’t you usually reading by now?” Natasha asked, peering at the clock on her wall.

“I’m quitting this mission. It’s stupid and it’s pointless. The guy has been here for two weeks and he’s done nothing. Isn’t that reason enough to trust him?”

“Look who you’re talking to and think who you’re talking about- guess again.” Natasha laughed. She had been on so many missions where she was undercovers for weeks, and Loki most likely had no problem with committing to fooling someone for long periods of time.

“That doesn’t matter. What I mean to say is this whole idea is corrupt and I’m done with it.”

“Corrupt? As in it isn’t good on Loki?”

“That’s not what I-”

“Ohhhh,” Natasha let out sinister laugh followed by a knowing smirk, “You like him, don’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You tried to defend yourself.

“Sweetheart, you can lie to yourself and to him all you want, but you cannot lie to me. You are totally into him!”

“Fine, so what if I am? Why are you so happy about it?” You asked, referring to her blatant hatred of him.

“I don’t agree with you, but I think you liking him is cute. Maybe you could end up changing him.” She shrugged hopefully, “Plus, if he hurts you, it gives me even more motivation to kill him.”

“Like you need anymore of that.” You said, making her chuckle.

“Fine, if you’re giving up this mission, then you can go make me a sandwich. I’m starving.” Natasha said and you playfully rolled your eyes at her.

“Turkey or ham?” You asked as you headed towards her bedroom door.

“Turkey please!” She called from her spot.

You left her room and went straight to the kitchen to make up her snack. You finished her sandwich and then decided to make one for yourself. Just as you were about to top off your own with the final piece of bread, you heard a voice, announcing the presence of someone else in the room.

“Could you make me one too, please?” It was Loki and the sincerity in his voice was something almost unusual. He seemed quieter and mellower in his demeanor today.

“Would you like turkey or ham?” You asked as he stepped into the kitchen completely and began to watch you work.

“Either will be fine.” He said, “You didn’t come to the library today.”

“Oh, you noticed that.” You stated, awkwardly fumbling with the sliced meat before you.

“Why, yes, I did.” Loki stated, taking a cautious step towards you, “I do notice when the one person who does not alienate me leaves me alone.” You turned to him to see him being completely genuine- his soft eyes telling you everything. He looked away and took the sandwich from your hands, “Pardon my directness.” He left the room with the sandwich and without another word.

You sighed at his retreating figure. Maybe you shouldn’t quit- at least not yet. He had shown some feeling in that moment; he had shown that he cared about you. You wouldn’t jump to saying he thought of you in a romantic way like you thought of him, but you could conclude that he felt connected to you.

You took the last two sandwiches to Natasha’s room. You dared not speak of the recent events to her. She munched happily on her sandwich as you two watched reality shows and as he toes dried.

~~~

The next day was completely lovely. The sky was blue and the leaves were in the middle of changing colors. You absolutely loved it and you figured Loli would too. You quietly entered the library and saw him exactly where you had planned to: sitting in that same arm chair with yet another book.

“Loki,” You said, making your presence known to him. He peered over his book at you and offered a smile, “I was wondering if you’d like to go outside- since, you know, you’ve kind of lived in this room for the past couple of weeks.”

“Outside? You would accompany me outside?” He asked, completely thrown off by your question.

“Yes. It’s a beautiful day. I was going to visit the park and I thought that you might like to join me.” You explained yourself.

“I would like that.” Loki said. He set the book on the table and stood up. Using his magic, he changed his clothes from Asgardian wear to Midgardian casual attire. You smiled at him, admiring his change.

You took Loki to the nearest park, much to the dismay of some of your fellow teammates. Thor offered to tag along, but Natasha quickly shut that down. Thor was far too recognizable and anyone could recognize Loki if they had seen his brother. You were pleased about introducing Loki to feeding the ducks with the few pieces of bread that you had smuggled from the compound. From what you could tell, he enjoyed it. It was the simplest thing, yet it displayed Loki’s humaneness in such a strong way. He never really stopped genuinely smiling while at the park and all of it was because of you.

~~~

Loki was pacing around in his room the next day, rehearsing how he should ask you out. He wanted to take you to that restaurant that served the steak you loved, but he didn’t know how Midgardian dating worked.

“Brother!” Thor greeted, walking into Loki’s room unannounced and startling him.

“Thor, have you forgotten how to knock?” He asked with a sigh.

“I heard you pacing. Is anything on your mind?”

“Why would anything be on my mind? I’m fine.” His reply was defensive as he attempted to conceal his emotions. As the God of Mischief, he is normally much better at it, but his feelings for you had grown too great for him to easily cope with.

“Does this have anything to do with Lady Y/N?” Thor inquired.

“What are you on about, brother? This has nothing to do with her. Nothing is wrong.” Loki stated.

“Whatever you say, I shall believe, but I do think you should ask her sooner than later. Unlike us, Lady Y/N does not have thousands of years.” He spoke with a calm smile.

“Is that all?”

“Well, I was originally sent to ask if you were joining us for dinner, so will you?”

“It depends if I am hungry or not. You can leave now, Thor.” Loki said and his brother exited with his hands up in surrender. Loki looked at himself in the mirror and cast an illusion so that he was in casual clothing for the second day in a row. He left his room and headed straight to yours. As he was about to knock, he realized your door was cracked open and that you were speaking to someone in your room.

“I’m actually glad I didn’t quit.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, too.” Natasha said, “It seems to be working.”

“I learned from the best.” You laughed, referring to your best friend before you.

“Do you think he’s changed?”

“I think Loki has.” He froze hearing you mention his name. His heart hammered in his chest, “He seems kinder and gentler. I still feel bad though. A part of me wishes I gave up, but a part of me is proud that I’m going through with this mission.”

‘Mission?’ Loki thought. He felt a stinging pain build up in his heart. No, it couldn’t be. He was the God of Mischief. There was no way you, a mere Midgardian, could have tricked him- and there was no way you could have tricked him into falling in love with you.

“Going undercover is hard, but you have done it well, even if your target was the God of Mischief.” Natasha replied proudly. Loki heard you two come closer to the door, but he wasn’t quick enough to move. His feet were planted in that moment- replaying your words in his head. As you opened the door to reveal him, he used his magic to transform him back to his Asgardian self.

“Loki-“ you started. Natasha looked at you with concern, knowing fully well that he had heard the two of you.

“Don’t.” Loki spoke with a firm shake of his head. The smile that you had grown fond of over the past few weeks was completely gone. “Congratulations, you succeeded in fooling the God of Mischief.” He sarcastically raised his hands and did a partial bow for you, before he left without another word.

You watched his retreating figure in pain. You had never wanted to hurt him- that was never the plan, but, yet again, falling in love with the trickster was never a part of the plan either. You started to walk in the direction of his room when Natasha caught your hand.

“Y/N,” she sighed, “Leave him be for a bit. C’mon, we should tell the others.” Agreeing with her, you quietly followed her down the hall to the lab, opposite of Loki’s direction.

~~~

“Well, this is-“ Tony started after taking a deep breath, but was cut off by Steve.

“Bad. This is bad.” He stated. You could feel all of their eyes watching you, as you kept your eyes focused on the ground beneath you. “Thor, what do you suggest we do?”

“I do not know.” The God replied, “I have never seen my brother act the way he was with Y/N before. He showed a whole different level of respect and compassion for her-“

“Could it be that he was playing her as well?” Clint asked.

“No.” Thor shook his head, “Loki is mischievous and he is great at pretending, but not like this. I have never seen him so vulnerable.”

“You think he actually loves her?”

“I don’t know if I would call it love quite yet, but I do believe it could have become that.”

“Should I talk to him?” You asked quietly. Guilt and pain was all you could feel. Loki was upset with you, and, now, Thor believed you to have broken his heart.

“Maybe I shall speak with him first, Lady Y/N.” Thor said. “I know my brother best and I fear he is too unpredictable at the moment.”

“Very well then. Thor, go see him.” Natasha stated and he nodded. The room was silent as all of you watched Thor leave the room.

Thor entered Loki’s room to find his brother casually sitting on his bed, a book in his hand. Loki lowered the book and looked at the other God. He answered, “Yes?”

“Do you love her?” Thor asked.

“That mortal? Please.” Loki said, rolling his eyes lightly.

“Loki, drop this act. Do you love her?” He asked again. Thor stepped into the room and a bright gold burst came from the room as Loki’s magic disappeared. The seemingly normal bedroom was an illusion and shifted into the remains of a bedroom. The bed was torn apart with the mattress falling into the wall; the opposite wall had a few fist holes in it; and the bedside table was smashed, bits of it splattered around the room. Loki sat in the far corner and lifted his head from hands.

“See for yourself, brother.” Loki said, slowly looking up at the other God. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess from his recent angry motions.

“Loki-“ Thor was speechless. He had never seen his brother so broken and hurt. The last time Thor walked in on Loki in a state like this was when their mother died; and, now, Loki was broken once more.

“Surprised? This is what one look like when they are upset.” He stated.

“This is far more than upset.”

“It’s against my nature to call myself heartbroken.”

“Y/N would like to speak with you.”

“And I would not like to speak with her, or anyone for that matter, so, brother, you may leave now.”

“I will not leave you here to swallow yourself into a hole of despair.” Thor said as Loki stood.

“Despair? How would you feel if the mortal you loved betrayed you? How would you feel if you loved her and she had been lying to you this whole time?” His voice raised in anger.

“You have it all wrong, brother. Y/N has not betrayed you.”

“Leave! You know nothing of her lies!” He stepped towards his brother and Thor straightened up to his full height, preparing for any violence that may come.

“Loki,” You spoke from the doorway. Both Gods turned to you in surprise and Loki’s heavy breathing seemed to calm.

“Lady Y/N-” Thor started.

“I’d like to speak to Loki alone.” You said. The blond looked between the two of you and then left the room without another word.

“I do not wish to speak to you right now.” Loki turned his back to you and you took in his destroyed room. You sighed softly and stepped towards him.

“Please, allow me to explain myself.”

“I don’t need any further explanation. I understand your actions- you don’t trust me, none of you do.” He stated with a firm shake of his head, making you stop in your tracks.

“Loki, I can’t speak for the others, but I trust you. What I did was wrong, but I was doing what was best for the team. They wanted me to earn your trust-”

“Well, you earned more than that. Congratulations.” He said.

“If it is love that you’re speaking of, then I feel it too.” You replied and he slowly turned to you.

“Pardon me?” Loki questioned and you continued your walk to him until you were directly in front of the God.

“I love you, Loki, and I’m so sorry that I made you feel betrayed. It was never my intentions.”

“Is this the truth?” He asked and you delicately took his hands in yours. You nodded, causing a grin to form on his face. He leaned down to kiss you softly. He pulled away and whispered to you, “Good. I love you too, and it frightens me.”

“I’ll never lie to you again.”

To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.3 End

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Originally posted by jkguks

It’s taking me a long time to get over him two months and three days to be exact, and right now I’m still hung up over the fact that our relationship ended so badly. After we had argued that night, I actually wanted to apologise for being so jealous when we were both in the right states of minds and when we were both calm from the fire I’d started. But when Taehyung came over and told me all the things he’d witnessed, I felt so stupid. Stupid for trusting him, for wanting to apologise for not accepting a mere friendship of his with another girl. Stupid because I still love him, I know he didn’t kiss her and that to some degree isn’t ‘cheating’ per se, but if I hadn’t sent him that message, if I hadn’t been the one to distract him, would he have stopped by himself? The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that the answer was always going to be a no. Jungkook was never the type to check his phone straight away when it buzzed, so he must’ve glanced and saw my name and when he saw my name he remembered that he does still have a girlfriend, one he was about to cheat on. He wanted to kiss her and he wasn’t going to stop, and he must have wanted to; so to me that is still cheating. So I don’t get why I still love him. I honestly couldn’t thank Tae enough for telling me the truth, he’s a good friend to both Jungkook and I. Even if it seems as though he betrayed him, it’s what a good friend should do and will do.

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