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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.5]

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

Warnings: slight language and some suggestive content


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

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

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Hey, Neighbor | Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baek-to-basics

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Neighbor AU | Fluff !!

Summary: In which you have a huge crush on your neighbour, Byun Baekhyun, and you aren’t really sure what to do about it; until every passing encounter soon forces you to face your feelings.

Word Count: 5.5K (again, oops)


A/N: I finally wrote something with my baby Byun Baek as the lead…I hope you enjoy!


You had pretty much fallen head over heels for your devastatingly cute neighbor  the very first time you ran into him in the elevator.

He’d looked at you with those twinkling eyes from under his messy hair, and you’d melted on the spot. “I’m Baekhyun,” he’d said, grinning, offering his hand. “How come I’ve never seen you around?”

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Like it's Real (1/3) Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N are childhood best friends. So when Tom’s publicist told him to fake-date someone, Y/N seems to be the best choice. But will it stay fake, or will true feelings start to blossom?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: I’ll be posting the second part soon, and maybe even a third part. Make sure to keep your eyes open for it. And thank you for all the notes I received on my last fic. I love you all!


You were having netflix marathon when suddenly your phone blared the spider-man theme, making you jump a little.

“Hi Tom,what’s up?“you cheerfuly answered.

Tom had insisted you to set it as your ringtone whenever he called. He could be such a child sometimes.

"I was wondering if you would do me favor? A huge one?” he asked, voice wavering a little.

“Well I guess it depends” you chuckled. “What do you have in mind?”

“Could we maybe meet in my apartment? It’s quite complicated to be discussed over a phone.”

“Um okaaay. See you in a bit.”

Ending the call, you quickly throw on a t-shirt and jeans before driving your car to Tom’s apartment.

You spent the whole ride wondering what would Tom need you for. You can’t help but feel a little nervous because of how weird he’s being.

You rang the doorbell and after a few seconds, the door swung open to reveal Tom’s usual bright smile.

“Y/N!” He greeted, pulling you in for a hug. “Thanks for coming even though it must be super weird,” he chuckled nervously.

Entering his apartment, you asked, “What is this all about?”

“C'mon, we’ll explain it to you,” he told you, ushering you into his livin room.

“We? What do you mean we?” you asked confused. That is when you turned around to see Zendaya and a man sitting on his couch.

“Y/N, meet Zendaya and my publicist. Everyone, this is Y/N,” Tom announced.

Zendaya stood up and engulfs you in a hug.

“So this is he famous Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you. Tom over there never stops talking about you,”

You threw a glance at him noticing a faint blush appear on his cheeks.

“It’s nice to meet you too. You did a great job on the movie,” you smiled to her before stalking off to shake the publicist’s hand.

You took a seat next to Tom, still clueless to what is taking place.

“So, care to explain?”

From the corner of your eye,you saw Tom taking a calming breath before speaking.

“I’m sure you knew about all the dating rumors of me and Zendaya.” You nodded, urging him to continue.

“There’s been so many of it that it started to make us uncomfortable. Especially Zendaya,” Tom explained before glancing at Zendaya for help.

“You see,” she began, “I’m actually dating someone else right now. It’s been a while now but we’re not ready to go public yet. We still want our privacy,”

Sitting quietly, you let the informations sink in.

“What does any of that have to do with me?” You questioned, clearly confused.

“Well, we’ve been discussing it for a while now, and we think having Tom fake-dating someone would be best,” informed the publicist.

“And we’re sure that no one can fit the role better than you Miss Y/N. With the dating rumours of you and Tom-”

“What?! There are dating rumours about us?” You exclaimed, looking at Tom with wide eyes.

Scratching thr back of his neck, Tom muttered, “There are only a few here and there. ”

“With all that, we figured it would be much easier,” continued thhe publicist. “After all, it’s not uncommon to find a pair of best friends turn into lovers.”

You were left speechless.

“You can sign here if you agree,” the publicist said, sliding a contract in front of you.

From a cheeky 12 year old to an adult. You’ve always seen Tom in no other than a platonic light. And besides, this is to help Tom, yo’re best friend. You should always help a friend in need.

“I understand if you don’t want to,” Tom mutttered, looking at his feet. “I know this is a hug thing to as-”

“I’ll do it,” you smiled, cutting him off. “I’ll sign the contract.”

Picking up the pen, you scrawled your signature at the bottom of the contract. You lifted your head to see Tom grnning widely at you before pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Thank you Y/N! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He beamed.

“You’re welcome Tom,” you chuckled into his shoulder.

Zendaya’s hug came next. “ Thank you so much Y/N. I owe you big time.”

“We should start immediately. I think tomorrow would be great!” The publicist said, springing to work.

“Are you free tomorrow Miss Y/N? You guys could go on a date and let the paparazzi take a few shots.”

“Sure, I’m free the whole summer,” you assured him.

You’re both excited and nervous for tomorrow but again, what could possibly go wrong?
CAMERA 2 || Oh Sehun

Originally posted by sehduce

NOTE: Thank you @acidtrippings​ for beta-reading this for me! ^_^  Cam!girl (noun) a model who performs through live webcam footage and do sexual things based on viewers request.

CONTENT: 8k sehun graphic smut exhibitionism+++other hot comments only suitable for 18 audience please understand :) 

CHAPTER 1 

One incident led to another until you found yourself talking to your viewers through the camera again…. this time with your new partner.


 “Let’s do it soon.”

Those four words were what you heard from Sehun but one you least expected. He said these words right a few days after your practice last time and you had ignored his suggestions because the two of you had only practiced once and you two ended up having sex at that. Not that you were mind really, you love the sex with Sehun and the fact that it was unintended until it was all caught in the camera…

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The Nanny Part 10

Summary: When Bucky Barnes hired a Nanny, he thought he was going to hire someone to take care of the kid. But when she starts, he knows that she is more than just a Nanny

A/N: So It’s been a year since I posted my first fic????? How???? Anywho. I hope you like this

Warnings: None. Kissing I guess

Word Count: 1.3k words

The Nanny MasterList

Previously

Grabbing both yours and Bucky’s plate, you walked into the living room. With a smile, you handed him his plate and sat in a chair, as he played a random movie that Emily had wanted to see.


The night continued as the three of you watched a few movies, and at some points you were all talking more than watching. Close to midnight, Emily fell asleep, her head in your lap and her legs across Bucky.

You and Bucky had put on an old movie, neither one of you really paying attention.

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[NCT127] Reaction when jealous

A/N: Thank you for this request! It was quite fun writing it 😆 This reaction is more detailed as I thought it would nicer to put short scenarios for each member heh~~ I have written about the members getting jealous over their s/o since anon didn’t specify! Enjoy!!! :D

Style/ Genre: Reaction– headcannon / idk fluff? 😂
Date posted: 14/07/17



Taeil:

I WANTED TO INSERT THE GIF OF TAEIL IN NCT LIFE IN OSAKA WHERE HE SAY “watashi ninja desu” BUT THE GIF DOESNT LOAD TT-TT

Originally posted by xehunted

  • on valentine’s day you complained to taeil about how the rest of your friends got asked out
  • and yet your crush didn’t despite showing some mutual interest for you
  • you would get super upset and anxious
  • then taeil, being your good guy friend, suggested that he take you to a movie
  • but he actually had other intentions since he secretly liked you
  • you agreed and both of you went after school
  • at the movie theatre, you saw your crush there
  • so your crush was working at the movie theatre
  • you approached him and both of you talked
  • he apologised for not being able to take you out and promised to do so next time
  • he was not-so-low-key flirting with you in front of taeil
  • taeil would ball his fists unconsciously out of jealously
  • *mutters under breath* “Watashiwa ninja desu-”
  • AND IMMA KILL YOU
  • and taeil discretely glaring at him from behind you
  • just some hardcore silent hating on your crush
  • taeil was suddenly really quiet so you turned to look at his grim expression
  • and you just look at him like ???????
  • you see his right hand at his side going into the motion of sliding a knife across one’s neck
  • you just repeatedly blinked your eyes
  • you, starting to get worried, took one of your hands in his
  • taeil suddenly snapped out of his ‘moment’
  • realising you were holding his hand he would probably forget about all that jealously
  • and he would be this smiley wooley pants the whole day
  • internally: oMG SHE TOUCHED MY HAND  \(⊙ꇴ⊙)/

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Art:Catalyst” by @murrchow/ @minmeiz
Fic: “Fireflight” by @the-flame-and-hawks-eye

I’m so hONORED TO BE WORKING ALONGSIDE MIN THIS YEAR GUYS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. We wanted to spin in a little angst and young!Royai for this collaboration after we thought, ‘Why can’t fire be a catalyst?’ And thus this magnificent piece of art (and this fic) was born!!!


Every love story needs a catalyst of some sort - Ian Somerhalder


Riza wasn’t sure what to make of her father’s newest apprentice. Since his arrival he had kept to himself, for the most part, working diligently on whatever tasks her father gave him. She had thought it a good thing – it kept him out of her hair.

His other protégés had focused less on the work her father had given them and instead tried to build relationships with them. While she understood to some degree where they were coming from, they failed to realize that they were essentially there to learn alchemy. He, on the other hand, did try to make small talk to lessen the awkward silences that would sometimes stretch between the three of them when they were together, though it was not to the embarrassing degree that the others did.

So she found it unusual when he sat down next to her while she was sprawled out on the floor in front of the fireplace. She stopped herself from looking utterly surprised, waiting a few moments before she looked up from her book to shoot him a questioning look.

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Whatever It Takes || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff


Two years was a long time for most people, but after having to deal with busy schedules and barely any time to yourself, you soon got used to it. The idea that just a few years ago you had been a nobody, nothing, and now you were a popular solo artist in South Korea seemed to be such a huge surprise to you.

You found yourself still waking up some mornings wondering how you had gotten to this point in your life. How you hadn’t just given up yet, considering everything you’ve had to go through to get where you were. Two years was a long time, especially when you worked at the same company as your ex-boyfriend and had to see him every time you came together for award shows or meetings.

Jungkook had become known as the golden maknae of BTS, and you were proud of him. But you couldn’t deny a part of you ached every time you thought back to two years ago just before your debut date. It was his decision, and if you could go back you would have done everything in your power to change his mind, but you pushed through and lived with his choice.

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Enemy

Heya! So…this one turned out longer than expected, terribly sorry for the wait ^^;. But hey! The third chapter’s finally done…heh…woot. 

Unfortunately I couldn’t tag the last two chapters in this post because haha, I’m doing this whole thing on a crappy ass tablet. But I did reblog them both recently, the first chapter being ‘Friend’ and the second being 'Rest’. They shouldn’t be hard to find on my blog.

This fanfic has been inspired by the wonderful 2D Bendy AU created by the equally wonderful @shinyzango, go check her blog out!

Enjoy!

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pastelqueen-sweetascanbe  asked:

I was wondering if you can do an RFA love triangle JuminXVXMC. I don't want to stress you so you don't have to do it. I was just wondering is all. ^^ Thanks for taking your time for reading this, I love your story's and keep up the great work.

We are soooooo sorrry that this took soo long. Honestly, it’s been sitting in our drafts forever, and we apologize for just posting it. Hope it’s okay though?


He deserved this.

That’s what he told himself as he watched Jumin smile at MC from across the room. He watched as she returned the gesture lovingly, Here they were in the bustle of guests eager to speak to all the hosts of another successful party. All thanks to MC.

V lifted his camera, his focus on MC. He was supposed to take pictures of the party coordinator, but he was beginning to feel like it was an excuse just to look at her through a lense. He loved to watch how her eyes sparkled as she greeted another person. Her hair swayed as she made small gestures with her hands as she spoke. Her lips curved into a beautiful smile that made V’s heart flutter inside his chest in a gentle way…something he had never felt before.

He snapped the pictures hurriedly before moving away. He tried distracting himself by taking some other photos, but he just couldn’t. The image of MC filled his thoughts, and with it, came the acute stab of guilt. He knew Jumin liked her…no, loved her. He saw his friends feelings unfold in the chatroom all that time ago.

At the time, he had encouraged it, still cast under the enchantment Rika had left on him. But that was his fault too, wasn’t it? Rika…her rise and fall…both were his fault, and he would force himself to pay the consequences.

“V…” Jumin’s uncharacteristically hesitant voice carried from the doorway.

V cleared his throat, steadying his voice before speaking. “Ah, Jumin, I was just getting some air.”

“You can stop that.”

V’s fingers tugged against his blazer, but he resisted the urge to drop his smile. “Stop what?”

Jumin sighed, taking a step closer. He adjusted his cufflinks, his eyes suddenly darting to the ground. Was he nervous? “You’re in love with MC.’

V’s entire body froze at the statement. He couldn’t bring himself to plaster that same smile back on his face. He couldn’t even muster a chuckle. Even if he did, Jumin would’ve seen right through him. In this painfully raw moment, he could do nothing but remain silent.

Jumin pursed his lips and nodded. “I see,” he said. There was no mistaking the tightness in his voice. “How long?”

“Jumin, I have no interest in her,” V said quietly.

Something between a scoff and sigh escaped his friend’s lips. There was no mistaking the strain of jealously in the way the muscles on his neck twitched. “No? Then what was that in there? Do you realize how long you were staring at her? Taking pictures? And before, during our last meeting–”

“No,” V interrupted. His words seemed to be lodged in his throat, making it difficult to say anything without his voice wavering. “No, I mean…I’m not pursuing her.”

For a long moment, there was silence. Jumin chewed on his bottom lip…a sign of true distress from the normally stoic man. “Why?”

V shrugged. “A lot of reasons,” he said. “I…I don’t think I can ever ask someone to accept me after what happened to Rika.

Jumin’s brows furrowed. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

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Kei Kei and Lan Lan (Klance soulmate AU)

“Man, I can’t believe Dumbledore died.”

When those fateful words had appeared on his arm on his tenth birthday, Keith had been wary. He already had to live without a mother and father; who else would he end up losing? Who was Dumbledore? What was he to Keith, a distant relative he never heard of, a future friend?

It wasn’t until he was dragged by his cousin Shiro to babysit their neighbours’ daughter that he found out that Dumbledore was neither of those, but rather a fictional old man with magic powers. Pidge still claims to have never forgiven him for that ‘spoiler to end all spoilers’. Keith usually fires back by saying he can still hear his ears ringing from her toddler screeching that day.

In fact, many people were not happy upon seeing his soulmark for the first time, whenever the writing peeked out from under his sleeves or moments when he was shirtless, like changing from sweat soaked clothes after gym class. While no one had thrown a fit quite as dramatic as Pidge’s, he often received a gasp, or a glare, followed by a “Dammit, thanks for the spoiler, Keith.”

And for what? What did he do? It wasn’t his fault that those were his soulmate’s first words to him. What kind of imbecile would introduce themselves like that? Whenever he went down that particular path of thought, Keith then thought of all the people who had generic, polite words as soulmarks, such as “Hi”, “Nice to meet you”, or “Sorry, excuse me”. How all those people would spend many times a day feeling their heart skipping a beat at the thought of potentially meeting their soulmate. It could have been worse for him, he thought.

Though he was still probably going to kick his soulmate’s ass for all the grief he got throughout elementary, middle and high school.

Learning early on that his mark was a spoiler had also discouraged him from picking up the Harry Potter books, despite everyone else in his classes practically inhaling them during DEAR, or raving about the movies whenever they came out. Keith just had no interest in reading a story he already probably knew the ending too; heck, he probably even knew that Dumbledore guy would die before the author did!

“Um, first of all, did you just refer to J.K. Rowling, the pioneer for modern female fantasy writers, as 'the author’?” Pidge demanded when Keith had repeated this to her. He had been trying to come up with excuses not to go to see the latest movie, Half Blood something or other, with Pidge and her friends for her 16th birthday party. Shiro just looked on from behind the couch, shaking his head in exasperation. “Secondly,” she continued, pointing an accusing finger at Keith, “Of course she knew that Dumbledore was going to die, it’s calling planning, a concept an impulsive hothead like you knows nothing about.” Keith rolled his eyes. “I’m not even going to rant to you about how stupid it is that you haven’t even read any of the books, even though it’s the staple of childhood along with Lego and Saturday cartoons, and a prime example of expansive fantasy world building. Because honestly binging all the books a day before watching would just ruin the movie for you-” Didn’t that just count as a rant? “-and if you DID read the books you would know that the Half-Blood Prince is very important in your case.”

“And why is that, Miss Katie Holt?” Keith raised an eyebrow, smirking as Pidge became visibly ruffled at the mention of her 'lame girly real name’.

“Because, jackass-” - A distant yell of “Language!” from Shiro on the couch - “that’s the book in which Dumbledore dies.”

“So?”

“So, genius,” Pidge huffed. “You might meet your soulmate if you go out to see it with us.”

Keith’s heart skipped a beat.

“C'mon Keith,” Shiro smiled up encouragingly at him. “It’s such a wonderful feeling, meeting your soulmate for the first time.” He looked down fondly at his engagement ring, probably thinking of his tan, blue-eyed girlfriend. “Take a chance. Tomorrow could be the day.”

Keith paused for a moment, taking his cousin’s words in. It would be so amazing to be part of the happiness that engulfed his aunt and uncle, Shiro and Allura…

“Alright, I’ll go,” he conceded. And then smirked. “Besides, could give me a chance to confront them about making me a walking spoiler.”

The next day comes and Keith is waiting outside the cinemas with one of Pidge’s friends, Hunk, while Pidge purchases the tickets and Shiro is finding a parking space. They had exchanged brief, but awkward pleasantries and gone through all the normal “How do you know Pidge? What school do you go to?”-type questions.

“So,” Keith began after a short silence. “We waiting on anyone else? I know Matt, Pidge’s brother couldn’t make it because of work.”

Hunk replied, “Well, my girlfriend Shay couldn’t make it, and Coran cancelled last minute, so… that just leaves Lance. He’s probably gonna be late as usual.”

“Oh.” He’d heard Pidge mention her buddy Lance from the AP Physics class she was taking (during Sophomore year, no less) and seen some of her pictures on Facebook that he was tagged in. That was all he knew about the boy. Keith swore he didn’t check out the other pictures of Lance on his profile, or his Instagram that he linked. He really didn’t.

“Yep, good ol’ reliable Lance.” Hunk laughed. “Love the guy but… I still can’t believe he hasn’t read any of the Harry Potter books.”

“Well that’s something him and this loser have in common then,” chimed in Pidge coming up behind them. Shiro had also made it in, and was buying enough popcorn and snacks for everyone.

Hunk looked at him in surprise. “Wait, really?”

Keith huffed. “It’s a… really long story.”

The gang walked into the cinema sans Shiro, the “responsible dad friend looking out for his tardy loser son” as stated by Pidge. Hunk and Keith sat on either side of Pidge, with the trio leaving two gaps next to Keith for Shiro and Lance. They munched on their popcorn and Twizzlers throughout the 20 minutes of ads, and it wasn’t until the giant gloomily-styled Warner Bros logo popped up that Shiro reappeared, with a Hispanic boy loudly complaining about how every bus driver on his street was “out to get him” and “was it really that hard to see his signalling”? Keith pinched his brows. He could already tell he was in for a long 3 hours.

“Hunk! My man!” Lance exclaimed, bending over Keith to greet his friend. His chest was directly in front of Keith’s nose. He was close enough that Keith could breathe in the heady scent of freshly laundered clothes and coconuts.

Did the theatre suddenly get warmer?

“And Pidgey, Pigeon, Pidgeotto, birthday girl-”

“Oh my God Lance, just sit down and shut up. The movie is starting.”

“But Pi-”

“Shut it.”

Lance shrugged, made a dramatic motion to zip his lips, and took his seat next to him. Keith’s cheeks warmed; he had expected to sit next to Shiro, not the boy he semi-stalked like a creep.

He felt a tap on his right shoulder, and turned to face Lance. The other boy smiled at him and offered the box of popcorn he held in his hand. Keith smiled back, cheeks warm, and took a handful of buttery goodness.

The movie passed by in the background for Keith as he continued to observe - observe, not ogle - his new companion, only glancing up whenever there was a sudden loud noise, or a particularly dramatic or funny moment in the movie. Lance, as it turned out, was a talker during movies, making snarky comments to no one in particular (“Really, Won-Won? That girl?”), asking Shiro what happened during parts of the movie he talked over, and having both very audible and physical reactions to the many twists and turns (Keith presumed, he wasn’t really paying attention) of the story. Pidge glared in annoyance at Lance’s raucous laughter, dramatic gasps, and the way he physically coiled up in secondhand embarrassment whenever one of the shitty romance subplots reared its ugly head. Keith also found it annoying. Mostly. A small part of him found it endearing too.

A swell of dramatic music indicated an approaching climax in the movie. Keith turned back to the screen just in time to see Dumbledore fall from the tower. 'Man, I can’t believe Dumbledore died!’; the words echoed in his head. Right now, or even in the past or sometime in the future his soulmate had probably keeled over in shock at watching the scene, or visualising it from the pages of a book. He on the other hand, didn’t really give a shit. But the thought of his soulmate, who was probably watching what he was at that very moment, feeling dejected, getting emotional over that scene… Keith felt an irrational urge to comfort that faceless, nameless person.

“Oh my god!” Lance gasped, hands flying to cover his mouth, nearly whacking both Keith and Shiro. “Oh my fucking god!”

Keith decided to divert more of his attention until the end of the movie. Besides, it seemed that the lovey-dovey crap was over, and he always appreciated some good fight scenes.

“I’m so shook,” Lance whispered in awe, during Dumbledore’s funeral scene. He turned to Keith. “Man, I can’t believe Dumbledore died!” he complained.

Keith froze, heart pounding furiously in his chest. A flood of emotions washed over him: relief at finally unmasking his soulmate, joy at discovering it was the cute boy with the bright smile that captured his attention, nervousness at the prospect of spending time with him…

Pure, salt-filled rage at the years of torment he had gotten from that spoiler.

“It’s you!” Keith shouted, pointing his finger at an alarmed Lance. “You’re the one!”

Lance’s eyes widened in surprised, and mouth fell open, forming a small 'o’. He then rolled up his sleeve to reveal his own mark, the heated exclamation that Keith had just uttered. “Well, that’s not how I expected this to go at all.”

Inspired by that one tumblr post that went something like “soulmate au where your soulmate’s first words to you are “I can’t believe Dumbledore died”” (idk I saw it reposted on Facebook like the sad normie I am)

Campfire Stories

Characters: Sam Winchester, Y/N, College Kids, Dean Winchester,

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Character deaths (sorta), chewed off limbs (not really), cannibals eating people (kinda), landwalking sharktopus (erhm… well), dumbass college kids (yep definitely a real warning), seriously this is not angsty at all!    

Word Count: 1900ish

A/N: This one is written for @little-red-83’s campfire ghost story challenge and as always (or almost always) I chose to write for Supernatural. My prompts were: A repairman (who) Rabid animals or angry ghosts of animals.  (what) Abandoned cabin (where) This happened on a cruise (when) While exploring (why)

Thanks to the always brilliant @blacktithe7 for betaing this and helping me figure out the plot.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

The night was pitch black, with the tall trees closing you in like an outdoor prison, keeping you from the rest of the world. It was freezing cold, and you were beyond annoyed with your stubborn, bonehead boyfriend. It had been his idea for the two of you to go on hunt alone, and to be honest, you had loved the idea. It was amazing getting to spend some time alone with Sam, but you were so not an outdoorsy person like he was. So when the hunt had lead you to a pack of werewolves that had camped out in a few cabins in the woods, you had been far from trilled. Sam had made the best of it though, and you had kicked those fuckers ass. Everything had gone surprisingly well right up until your idiot boyfriend had gotten the two of you lost. You had been fighting for the better part of an hour, and you were freezing your ass off when you had finally had it and called Dean to come find you.

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ML Fluff Month: August 8th

i’m the latest to this / and btw i have no idea where this is going - dont ask (OMG TF WORDSSS)

Title: New

Ship: Adrien Agreste + Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Words: 1,063

Day 1 / Day 6-7 / Day 9


Marinette walked into the classroom, looking down at the floor. She didn’t want to make contact with any of her classmates’ eyes.

Tikki had encouraged her to wear one of her own designs or altered versions of store-bought clothes.

To not choose any completely bold choices, Marinette decided to wear a gray sweater with white flowers, tucked into a red pencil skirt, which she altered the length to reach her mid-thighs. Covering her legs, were some blackish-grey tights with brown wedged boots, and of course, she had a beige small purse for Tikki. The ravenette changed her hairstyle from its classic pigtails to a high ponytail.

Wearing her own designs (even if bought but altered), gave Marinette a new sense of confidence. She felt brave enough to stand up anyone. She smiled a looked up, hoping to see approved faces, but instead, she made contact with a pair of blue eyes lighter than hers.

“Well Trashinette Dupain-Cheng, I see you finally upgraded your trashion sense. Not by much… but, better.” Chloé cracked an evil smile.

Marinette’s eyes glossed over. She looked the other way, brushed past her Chloé, and sat at her seat.

“Oh be quiet, you rich brat, Marinette’s outfit is wonderful!” Alya shot back.

Marinette smiled. “You really think so?” As she blinked, the gloss over her eyes disappeared.

The kind-hearted soul the class called Rose rushed to Marinette’s defense. “Yeah! You look amazing! I wish I had even half of your fashion sense!”

The whole class, mostly the girls, murmured words of agreement.

Marinette smiled, feeling joy in her heart, but yet a sliver of sadness stayed with her, because the person she wanted to see her outfit the most, wasn’t there.


The next day, Marinette showed no skin again, feeling confident, but self-conscious. She wore a grayish-white sweater, black leggings, and dark brown heeled boots. She had a black bag with white spots and wore a blue beanie over the soft curls in her hair.

Adrien still hadn’t shown. Marinette leaned over her desk and looked to her left to as Nino a question before class started. “Is Adrien okay?”

Nino turned around.

“He has the flu. Probably won’t get better ‘til next week.” Nino glanced at the redhead beside her.

Marinette started, “Hope he gets better-”

“Yeah! Meanwhile, I’ll be going over to Marinette’s house to choose her outfit for tomorrow!” Alya cut her off.

“What, when-”

“Want any treats from their bakery, Nino?”

Nino nodded quickly. “Yup! Maybe some classic chocolate chip cookies and some strawberry flavored macarons?”

Marinette grumbled and mumbled something about being forced against her own will.

—–

Marinette sat in her chaise, watching as Alya went through all her clothes.

“Alright, spill. Why are all the pants here jeans, leggings, or tights?” Alya stared at Marinette.

“They’re not all pants. I have shorts, skirts, dresses, skorts, rompers. They’re just… in the complete back?” Marinette’s statement came out like a question.

“Show,” Alya commanded.

Marinette sighed, and went through all the clothes in her closet, all the way to the very back, revealing a hidden compartment with all the short clothes.

“Okay, why aren’t you wearing these?” Alya questioned.

“It’s just… have you ever seen anybody with as many freckles as I have? Imagine what Ch- the class would say?”

Alya stared at Marinette for what seemed like forever. “You don’t want Adrien to see them, do you?”

“No! I would never wear this if he was coming tomorrow.”

“Well, guess what? He isn’t. So you better get your butt in something that shows your legs or I will rip your long pants up.”

Marinette sighed for what felt like the millionth that day. “Fine.”


Marinette walked into the class, but this time she didn’t look up, not even once, not for the snide remarks of Chloé.

The whole class had fallen under some spell, as if Marinette was some kind of goddess, looking at the freckles dotting Marinette’s thighs. Rose started wishing she had the porcelain legs Marinette were walking quietly to her seat in. Even Chloé found herself grumbling at Marinette’s physique.

Marinette decided to wear a peter pan collared dress in her favorite shade of pink. She wore a matching cloth headband with white polka dots, wrapping her blue hair being let down. The color of the collar was a pale pink, with the same color polka dots as the dress, the 3 buttons going down from the split in the collar matched the base color of the color, also matching the color of the ballet flats she was wearing. She wore a pale yellow cardigan, with what seemed to be like skinny leaves in a slightly darker shade of yellow.

But as the flustered female passed Nino’s desk, she saw the shoes.

Those damn orange sneakers with the weird ass black symbol on the ground, and she couldn’t decide whether to fume or cower in a corner.

Had she been lied to by Alya and Nino?

Before she could get to her seat, a warm hand grabbed her arm. A familiar voice rang out, “Marinette, you look really pretty.”

Marinette whipped around to see a blushing Adrien, staring down at the floor.

The minute Adrien looked up, he got captivated by the cerulean blue eyes that seemed so familiar. Adrien felt like he could swim in the sea of her eyes, looking at the gold flecks that spotted around.

Marinette seemed to do the same, getting caught in those electric green eyes, that seemed to smirk at her, almost like a close partner she knew. It’s as if static was flying between the iries of the two secret heroes.

Marinette was the first to break contact, looking down at Adrien’s arm, wincing, which caused Adrien to come back to reality, realizing he was gripping her arm tightly.

Looking down, immediately deciding it was a mistake, looking at creamy freckled thighs, getting his attention, suddenly he had he the urged to count at the freckles spread throughout her legs.

“Adrien?” His head snapped up, face blushing red, for thinking those thoughts.

Marinette isn’t interested you in that way, Adrien. Get it together.

At that moment, Mme. Bustier walked in.

“Talk to you after class,” Adrien said quickly, before getting pulled in by Marinette’s beautiful features any further, because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to focus in class.



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Title: Better Than Her

Title: Better Than Her

Type: angst

Characters: Reader X Yuta

Word Count: 1755

Summary: It’s already been 7 months but he’s still not over his ex

A/N: yall i was bored and felt angsty for some reason so i decided to write this with yuta. I hope it’s angsty enough for angst-loving binches like me 😅

hope you’ll enjoy it tho 💕💕

-Ken

Originally posted by taesyong

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*Warning: smut* RFA+V+saeran react to MC dancing sexily and them acting upon it *Wink wink*

 This was requested by @trustxfundxkid-jumin ^^ YAY lol

Oh right, ‘nother huge disclaimer is that Jumin’s had a ddlg kink ok? Ok, I don’t want any more negative feedback about it ‘cause it really hurt me when people criticised on my last post ^^ Anyway, yeah, I warned ‘ya!

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Just Friends? || Dan Howell

A/N: Look! It’s a new dan imagine.Things get kinda hot at the end of this one so I warned you. 

Word Count: 1.3K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART TWO // PART THREE

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Without me noticing it my head sunk down onto Dan’s chest. My eyes had fallen shut half way through the movie. I had fallen asleep not only in my friend’s flat but basically on top of him. Dan didn’t seem to care and drifted off to sleep not much later.

I started going to university half a year ago in a city that was completely different from my home town. It wasn’t easy to make myself a home here and manage all of the new challenges that I had to face. I had a little dorm room for myself and I got homesick and lonely from time to time.

Dan on the other hand had started uni 3 years ago. He already knew how things worked and he shared a nice flat with his best friend Phil. Dan was a friend of my elder brother and we had gotten on well before I moved here. Now that I was all alone in this big city and needed company I found myself hanging out with Dan a lot.

During my first few weeks here he showed me around and took me to his favourite restaurants. Now I was almost always welcome to hang out at his flat.

Today was one of those days. I felt lonely watching TV all by myself in my dorm room and half an hour later me and him were watching a movie on his couch.

I woke up as soon as the light that shone through the curtainless windows became too bright to ignore. The first thing I saw was a black shirt that I had nuzzled my head into. The first thing I smelled was Dan’s cologne. The first thing I noticed was Dan’s hand that was resting on my hip and almost on my bum. He must have slung his arm around me in his sleep.

I tried freeing myself from his grip without waking him up but his eyes shot open as soon as I started moving.

“Sorry.”  I awkwardly laughed and grinned at Dan’s terrible bed hair.

“I shouldn’t sleep till noon everyday anyway.” He told me, shrugging his shoulders.

He was chuckling at my morning voice but then the smile on his face vanished. His eyes grew wide instead as they landed on where his hand was resting on my hip. Dan quickly removed his arm. We had “friend zoned” each other the time we first met. Cuddling on the sofa was definitely something that could cross our friendship boundaries.

For a second we just looked at each other.

Neither of us said something.

“Ah, the cuddle buddies are finally up!” Phil suddenly exclaimed as he entered the living room.

“Shut up.” Dan and I groaned at the same time. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at him.

“Hey! I’m just telling the truth, Y/N.” Phil grinned while he defensively raised his hands.

“We didn’t even cuddle.” I told him, rolling my eyes.

“Sure, why don’t you check your phones and see for yourselves?”

I quickly glanced at Dan. He seemed to be as confused as me. I was expecting the worst as I unlocked my phone. 50+ messages in my group chat with Dan, Phil, my brother and some of their other friends that I had all met before.

Phil had the audacity to take a picture of us and post it in the group chat.

‘when were you gonna tell us, ;) ?’

‘Dan is getting some’

‘you are after my sister, dude!?’

‘just watching a movie huh?’

‘YO MATE Netflix and chill, imma right?’

I sighed as I read all of the boy’s texts. My brother being one of them. How embarrassing was that?

“How can you live with such a dumbass?” I asked Dan, pointing at his flatmate and best friend. My voice was loud enough for Phil to hear it on purpose.

“It’s all your fault. You were the one who used Dan as a pillow. And Dan literally hugged you tighter than his favourite teddy bear.” Phil chirped teasingly.

I could feel my cheeks heat up. “We’re just friends!” Dan and I shouted at Phil, who knowingly smirked.

After we ate some breakfast together I took the bus back to my dorm. I took my phone out of the pocket of my jeans in order to pass the time. I checked if I got any new messages and remembered the group chat and all of the boy’s texts.

‘You can stop printing your Dan and Y/N shipper shirts! Just friends!’ I typed.

After I sent my witty comment I scrolled up and stumbled over the picture of Dan and I cuddling. My head was nuzzled into his chest and he had his arms wrapped tightly around me. One of my thighs was put onto his. We did look like a cliché ‘relationship goals’ picture.

My heart sank as I caught myself smiling at the photo. I swallowed hard and quickly turned my phone off, leaving me staring at the black screen. ‘just friends, Y/N’ I whispered to myself.


After our cuddle session, nothing extraordinary happed between me and Dan for a while. I just visited him and we hung out together from time to time.

“CHUG IT!”

“No way, Dan.”

“C’MON just this one!”

“OH MY GOD, I CHUGGED IT”

It was a Friday night, Dan and I had just passed a few important exams and we were out to celebrate all evening with a few friends of ours. The two of us had just returned to Dan’s flat and he realised that he still had some left- over vodka. Although we already had a few drinks at the bar he somehow convinced me to drink the shot he had put into my hand.

30 minutes later half of the bottle was empty.

“Ooops” I giggled while I sunk down on the couch next to Dan and put my head onto his shoulder.  

Dan stared down at me, his deep brown eyes were hypnotising. I swallowed hard as I realized how close we were. I noticed how his eyes wandered down to my lips and stayed there.

Dan’s hot breath on my skin made my inside tingle. The desire to kiss him washed over me like a wave and there was nothing else I could think about. My skin started to glow as the unbearable urge to kiss him was just too much.

We quickly closed the gap between us as his lips crashed down on mine. His hands were back on my hips once again as he pulled me closer to him.

‘Oh my god’ I moaned in my head as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself onto his lap.

I could feel his hands eagerly grab my bum as he leaned back into the pillow of the couch we were sitting on, with me still on top of him.

We broke our hungry kiss to catch our breaths.

“Holy shit, Dan!” I screamed as I realized what had just happened.

We unbelievingly stared at each other with wide eyes.

“Dan we’re drunk.” I whispered.

“We really shouldn’t do this.” Dan gulped.

We were both breathing heavily and I was still on his lap. I breathed in his scent and as I felt his hands on my bum the desire to be as close to him as possible returned.

We glanced at each other intensely before his lips were suddenly back on mine. I buried my fingers in his brown hair, making him moan. His tongue brushed my bottom lip, asking for entrance that I gladly granted him.

We were eagerly making out on his couch, ‘just friends’ was totally forgotten by now. I could feel his hard-on poke the bottom of my thigh and I moaned as I realized how turned on he was by me.

His huge hands started to explore my body, making me gasp as they wandered underneath my shirt and unclasped my bra…

I dare you...

@sprout2012​ for your delightful prompt “I dare you to kiss the next person to walk into the room”. My mind actually went in a totally different direction… so I thought I’d post it even though you already had a few xD Enjoy!


Harry stared at his reflection in the mirror above the fireplace. The light from the fire flickered across his features, catching on the hard lines and shadows that had formed sometime over the last year when he hadn’t been paying attention. Some days, he barely recognised himself.

The eighth year common room was filled with students celebrating their last exams, but despite the happy buzz of conversation humming around him, he couldn’t bring himself to join in.

Someone shrieked, the music grew louder, and the space between couples began to disappear. Even Ron and Hermione were joined together by the lips, and it made him stiffen with a bitterness he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Why couldn’t he be like that? Why hadn’t he been able to let go of the grief and pain, and find someone else to lose himself in? Someone to help him forget?

His eyes flicked back to the mirror, and he saw that his face had twisted into a strange sneer that would be more at home on Malfoy’s face than his own.

“Just do it,” he murmured to himself. “Just let go.”

No one paid him any attention, caught as they were in their own celebrations.

He raised his eyes until he was staring himself down in challenge. “I dare you to kiss the next person to walk into the room.”

As if on cue, the portrait door swung open to reveal a head of white-blond hair, bowed low as if braced against a storm. Harry spun around, his eyes widening at the sight of Malfoy, who seemed to be drawn by some invisible force as he stopped dead and looked up to meet Harry’s eyes. He frowned, confusion marring his features as he took in the sight of Harry’s panicked expression.

Just as Harry tried to pull himself together and remember that he wasn’t bound by stupid, whimsical promises muttered to a mirror, Malfoy changed direction and headed towards him.

“You look like you’ve seen a Dementor,” Malfoy drawled, looking him up and down curiously.

They were civil enough these days. The first time they had seen each other on the Hogwarts Express had been a strange experience. It was obvious that the urge to insult or heckle each other had entirely passed, but the familiarity between them couldn’t be denied, which left them uncertain with where exactly they stood.

A mumbled hello and an awkward nod in return seemed to indicate they were friendly, if not quite friends, and they had moved on.

But kissing was something entirely new, and Harry couldn’t explain the way the thought suddenly got lodged in his brain and wouldn’t let go. He should just laugh it off - maybe even tell Malfoy what had happened so they could both laugh - but he couldn’t. Instead, he felt his cheeks begin to flush and his stomach clench in a way that was undeniably familiar, although more pressing matters of impending destruction had always allowed him to ignore it.

Malfoy’s brow creased, and he looked on the verge of questioning Harry’s sanity, but Harry’s hand twitched and before he knew it he had caught Malfoy by the back of the neck and dragged him down into a rough kiss.

He figured, what the hell? He could always blame it on the alcohol.

Just as he was about to pull away and make his escape, he heard Malfoy make a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper, and then strong hands were grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him even closer still. He gasped, threading his fingers through fine, blond hair as Malfoy’s tongue met his, surprisingly gentle against the sharpness of teeth on lips.

The kiss was meant to be quick, confusing, and - most importantly - easily dismissed, but this felt urgent and real. It felt like the entire year had been building to this, and all the time Harry had wasted by not finding someone to help him forget had actually been time spent waiting for this.

Because, really, how could you ever forget? How could you ever forget those red eyes burning into your soul and making you think and do things beyond your control?

Who else would understand that but Malfoy?

Chests heaving, they broke apart, staring at each other with expressions that were equal parts shock and wariness.

“Why?” Malfoy asked, eyes flashing as they searched Harry’s face for an answer.

“Because I wanted to.” Harry’s breath caught in his throat as he waited for Malfoy to reject him.

Slowly, Malfoy’s lip began to curl into a small smirk, very different from any Harry had seen on him before. He felt his stomach flip in that familiar way once more, and knew without a doubt that he was screwed. Unable to stop himself, he smiled back.

Scooping up the bag he had dropped when Harry first kissed him, Malfoy ran a hand through his hair and gazed down at Harry thoughtfully. Carefully, as if he thought Harry might run, he reached forward to run his thumb along Harry’s jawline, tracing the outline of his cheek and neck so tenderly Harry couldn’t help but shiver, his eyes falling closed at the touch.

When he drew his hand away, Harry’s eyes snapped open, and Malfoy laughed at the unspoken question there.

“Because I wanted to.”

Then he hoisted his bag over his shoulder and walked away, leaving Harry staring longingly after.

FAITH: A Short S7 Jonerys Series

As a NYT reviewer for GoT recently said, How does pain enter the body and what happens when it leaves? Here I try to answer in a set of companion drabbles to the series: S7, Jonerys style.

(^aw, they’re so cute :3) THE FINAL CHAPTER is here! Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, etc. It has truly been A BLAST! 

Rated: Explicit. Word Count: 4,280. Read Chapter seven here on ao3 or look below the cut! It picks up where the last one left off. Thanks for reading.

The Secrets of Death (The Dragon and the Wolf): Jon & Dany

DANY

She silently allowed Jon to enter her cabin. Then she shut the door and watched him walk over to the foot of her feather bed, where he seated himself at the edge. She took a deep breath, then joined him.

“Tell me about them. Your dragons.”

Arching a brow, she eyed his profile. “Haven’t you heard the myth of their birth?”

“Only the myth,” he said, turning his eyes on her. “I would know the truth, if it please you.”

Daenerys started. Jon was attempting to explain himself to her. He must have heard. If he had, the entire ship did, as well. ‘Tis why a woman mustn’t cry. She frowned at him. I was fine without your help, Lord Snow.

She had meant to say as much, but Jon was giving her that open look again. He had strapped on a few mismatched Wilding furs to stave off the cold. It hadn’t seemed to work its effect yet, for the sheen at his brow and the pallid overtone to his skin. Yet Jon was undoubtedly present with her, breathing in every word she left unsaid. As if to prove her right, his lips suddenly turned up into a smile.

“That’s enough,” she admonished, stunned by the shock in her voice. “You didn’t need to come all this way to comfort me, especially since you are healing. You nearly died.”

Gravely, he said, “I’m sorry about that, too.”

Her throat tightened. Daenerys could say nothing.

When she’d opened the door, she had offered closeness without realizing. After taking it, Jon now offered his own, watching her carefully. Over the years, Daenerys had grown used to being seen. But even when he was weary from recovery, Jon did something unknown to her. She nearly felt sick with it—until her belly growled, forcing an astonished chuckle.

Jon, however, laughed. It was deep and round, though straining in his frozen lungs. While she enjoyed the sound, she was reminded of his form disappearing below the ice; of the wounds buried below thick furs, close enough to touch. Such stories would cause fear in the hearts of small men. Daenerys, however, only felt more admiration.

“If you wish to know about my dragons, I will tell you. Then, if you’re well enough, we will gather our advisors and sup ourselves. Yes?”

“Aye,” he smiled, rare and marvelous. “We can do that.”

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Stages of heartbreak: When they leave without an explanation.

Heartbreak is probably the most painful thing anyone can possibly go through. It could have been a fling, or a long term relationship, but the brash reality that the person doesn’t want you anymore is absolutely mind changing and you’ll probably spend the next 6 months wondering what the hell is wrong with you.

But the reality is, there is nothing wrong with you and you couldn’t have done anything different. I can tell you this right now and your friends can tell you this when you’re crying in your room at 2 am wondering how this happened and your mom can tell you this when she asks why you’ve been so down lately after you were on such a high because of a single human being. Don’t even bother asking him “why?” Because you will never get the real answer. It’s really scary how much a single person can effect you.

I’m not going to say that “everything happens for a reason” because that’s the last thing you’ll want to hear right now.

“Well, what’s the reason?”

And really, no one can tell you that except time itself and that’s the worst possible advice ever.

Having your heartbroken is so tragic, but so beautiful. And I know that sounds sick and twisted and that’s probably because it is. It’s like saying someone died and how beautiful the death was. But it’s crazy the way the mind works.

A friend of mine studying psychology told me that psychologically, the mind tends to remember scent more than anything else. More than touch, more than sight, I don’t know what it is about it, and neither did she.

You’ll catch yourself remembering the smell of his cologne when you buried your head into his neck. And maybe you’ll remember the smell of his car where you ended up in the back seat one too many times. It’s all mind games, just like how he played you.

And you don’t deserve games.

“Why can’t everything be easy?”

If he was easy, if your situation was easy, you wouldn’t have wanted him as bad as you did. The sad reality is that we always want the people we can’t have. And we always want the people who don’t want us. And then when someone finally comes around and treats us the way we deserve, it’s “creepy” or “annoying.”

But it’s not at all. We’re so used to being used and treated like we’re like any other girl who will do anything to be with someone. But you’re NOT that girl. He must have you confused with someone else if he thinks you’ll take any shit he throws at you.

If he doesn’t want you anymore, fuck him. He’s missing out on something truly incredible. You’re incredible, and just because one dumb-ass guy doesn’t realize it, doesn’t mean your anything less. You’re going to wish you regretted everything that happened between the two of you, but you won’t. And you’re going to hate it.

It’s almost scary how much a person can change your life in such a short amount of time. And you’ll never really understand it until you go through something so real and raw that you feel his imaginary fingertips trailing down your spine at 3 am when you’re laying in bed wide awake staring at your ceiling and asking anyone in the world who is listening to your thoughts why he had to do this because he was “so different.” And maybe he was different, but maybe he just wasn’t for you.

You’ll still feel the burning in your stomach whenever you see him, and you may spend some nights crying into your pillow while blaring the playlist he made you called “songs that remind me of you” as loud as you can and then you’re going to realize, through all the tears, that everything he said was absolute bullshit and that you were so used. And then you’re going to regret everything that happened between the two of you and every time someone tells you that “you’re over reacting” and “it was a learning experience,” you’re going to want to puke. Just do it honestly, I don’t blame you.

You’re not over reacting, and you’re not obsessed, and anyone who tells you that doesn’t know what it’s like. People think you can switch your feeling like a light switch, but it reality, you can’t. And you’ll learn that. And it’ll suck.

The good news is that you will be past the stage of being depressed and you’ll be into the stage of complete anger.

Deleting pictures and texts won’t get rid of the memories so don’t even try. He may delete anything that ever showed you guys had any contact with each other, but don’t do it. You don’t have to.

A piece of advice is to avoid wearing your heart on your sleeve and expressing your emotions to just anyone. I know it sounds awful, but people will take advantage of the drama and somehow it will be made into a huge ordeal and trust me, that’s the last thing you’ll want.

Don’t talk to him, I know you’ll want to come up with every excuse in the book as to why you have to text him and it’s all out of routine, but don’t put yourself through that for your own sake.

Eventually, with time, you’ll come to the realization suddenly when you see him talking about his music with that glimmer in his eyes he gets when he talks about something he loves and you just won’t feel it. You won’t even realize it until you don’t have the urge to stare at the way his lips move and the way his lips will curve into the little half smile he does.

At that point, you’ll see that you could live without him.

There will be times you’ll see him with other girls or people will bring up what the two of you had and claim they know “exactly what happened” and it’ll be so fucking infuriating and you’ll want to go through the stage of crying whenever you even saw him again, but you don’t want him, because you know he’s not what you deserve. And it’s a weird concept to understand, but you’ll get there eventually.

And then, he’ll be out of your life for good with a final goodbye when he graduates with a “good luck with everything! Keep in touch!” But you know you’ll never talk to him again. And it’ll be a sad reality at first, but it’s something you need. You’re never going to get the closure you want. There’s no point in asking for an explanation even months after the fact. But you don’t need closure anyway, you just need time. The point is, he’s just a person, he just happened to change a lot of things, now it’s time for you to take those changes and broken pieces he left for you to handle on your own, and fix them.

—  Things I wish I knew when going through it
Stargirl

Pairing: Thor x Reader.

Warnings: A lot of fluff.

Summary: Stars are your thing, and what a better companion than a man who lives up in space? Well, him and a group of not-so-sneaky avengers.

A/N: Gifs not mine,


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“Do you need a sparring companion?” Thor startled you as he let the gym doors close with a loud thud. “Sorry, I should’ve announced myself.”

“Don’t worry,” you breathily smiled, “I was just finishing anyway, but thank you.” You held on to the punching bag and leaned your head onto it. “Uhh… what’s up?”

“I was just passing by and…” he suddenly became nervous and you saw how he scratched his head and forehead, “and I thought that… I could keep you company! But I see you’re… just about to leave, so uhh—I might—”

“You can walk me to my room?” You offered with a smile. “I mean, if you still wanna keep me company.”

“Yes!” He replied gleefully. “I’d love to do that!” He pointed the way out. “After you.” You bowed your head and led the way out of the training room.

You two barely spoke on the way there and god knows it was a long one. What you did do was sharing furtive looks and silly giggles as you walked together. You had some sort of notion about Thor’s feelings towards you; you were not a blind idiot, and the Asgardian wasn’t a quiet lover, so to speak.

You “accidentally” overheard a conversation he was having as he sparred with Captain; his movements were sloppy and Rogers almost had him against the ropes, but Natasha urged you to turn on the volume of the security cameras of the training room and that’s when the news hit you like a snowball right in the middle of the face. Thor was confessing Cap about his feelings for you, while the super-soldier only tried to kick his ass.

You too were very fond of him; he was a great sparing companion –though not the fairest one— and not to mention how much of a great team you were in battle. You had some sort of natural ability with all things related to the soil and ground, so moving boulders and creating great barriers of stone were a good way of keeping each other safe and having some sort of fun.

More than once, one of you got injured and there you were, cleaning each other wounds and just being a ball of fluff with each other. About five months went by from the accidental overhearing, and as much as everyone teased the two of you, no move was made. Until that day.

“So, did you have an enriching training?” He dared to ask. “You looked really good.”

“You mean all sweaty and shit?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“I thought you looked pretty—invincible.” He blushed. “Yes, pretty invincible.” You laughed nervously, not sure of what to do or say next, but luckily he was eager to erase from your mind that awful attempt of flirting. “Uhh… you know, I heard on the TV there was some huge star happening tonight.” You looked up at him, with a glimpse of a too obvious excitement in your eyes. “I believe you’re a bit interested.”

“Uh—yeah.” You tried to play it cool, and failed miserably at it. “I might be a bit interested… I mean, astronomy is my favorite topic and all that… and yeah—I was aware of the cosmic happening tonight.”

“I know a thing or two about stars so… may I keep you company tonight?”

“Like a mere companion or…?” Your voice faded in perfect timing, because Thor began to speak almost cutting you off.

“Would you prefer a date?” You were startled by the same man two times in just one day, and it was a bit obnoxious. “Or not?”

“A date would be just fine.” You nodded. “So, this is my room, I gotta get changed…” You said, still a bit reluctant to let go of him and his company. “So, this is my room… thank you for the company… I’ll see you tonight.” You bit your bottom lip and stepped on the tip of your toes to kiss his cheek.


“Did you do this all by yourself?” You asked, still a bit shocked by how neatly prepared the picnic was. There were sandwiches covered with paper towels and he had a bottle of wine and glasses for the two of you perfectly set. “Thor, this is gorgeous.” You looked at him and smiled widely. “Oh lord… uhh—I just don’t know what to say man,” you covered your mouth with your hand, “I love it, all of this.”

“I’m glad.” He smiled and invited you to sit down on a blanket.

He had made sure there was no storm that night, not even a bit of rain and no cloud up in the sky, and thanks to his great imagination, he headed to a hidden spot of the compound. Anyone would’ve thought he was trying to get in your pants, but actually the spot was great for stargazing. The cosmic ballet was about to go on.

You took out your camera and made the special arrangements to capture each little star in the night sky that you’d later post on social media. Thor looked at you with fascination, and as he smiled to himself he grew fonder of you. He already was, and he already loved you, but seeing you enjoy so much with such a little thing was what he liked the most about you.

“How did you guess that I liked to do this?” You asked, not even daring to face Thor. It was dark enough to hide the redness of your cheeks, but your voice gave you away. “I mean… I’m not good at telling.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, chuckling with you, “but I’ve seen you watch that TV show about the universe and the stars and all that, and remember I told you I saw on the news this event. It’s fascinating to see how you humans want to know so much but still get so little.”

“Dude, you’re fascinating.” You sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder and letting him cross his arm behind your back. It was cold, and you could use the warmth of his huge body. “Thank you, this has been a great night.”

“You deserve it, princess.” Thor squeezed you closer and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Are you cold?”

“Just a bit.” You shrugged. But he immediately took out a blanket from the basket and extended it over your back, you were a stargazing double burrito and you loved it. “Thanks.” You looked up and only saw a pair of eyes shining and getting smaller as he smiled.

Out of a sudden, you two hear something like a twig breaking, or more than one twig. Following that, indistinct murmuring and some heavy steps that turned into clear whining. The steps came closer only to reveal a pair of mischievous avengers that hid behind the bushes.

“Enjoying the lightshow, stargirl?” Tony teased. “It was about damn time you two snapped out of it and decided to go on a date together.”

“What?” You squealed. “What are you guys doing here? Get the hell out!”

“Stop pestering us with your childish nonsense.” Thor rolled his eyes. “(Y/N) and I were having the time of our lives before you two came in.”

“Yeah, no shit you were.” Clint teased. “You’re gonna make her see other kind of stars later on?”

“Barton!” You scolded him, thanking the night for being so dark that no one would see the furious blush on your cheeks. “That is none of your business!” You inhaled sharply, trying to keep yourself together. “You better get going, Odinson and I were on a date.”

Clint and Tony reluctantly left, slapping each other for their lack of spying abilities. Thor scratched the back of his head and stuttered for a while before he could finally say something.

“Thor, calm down.” You tried to sooth him down by placing your hands over his. Worked perfectly.

“Uhh… do you prefer lying down?” He sheepishly asked. “I mean, I’m not trying to take advantage of you, but I believe the warmth of the blanket would be better that way…”

“Only if I can rest my head on your chest…” You set the condition. He let out a breathy chuckle, feeling the relief that your words gave him and nodding.

He was the one to lay down on the cloth first, and then you snuggled over him, and then Thor placed the blanket over the two of you, paying special attention to your coverage. He crossed an arm behind your back and pulled you close enough to kiss the top of your head again. You tilted your head upwards and found his eyes looking at you with such love that you’d probably melt right there. It was now or never, and you were ready to give your all. You sneaked your way closer to his face and pressed your lips against his, regretting having taken so long to do that.