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I’m happy for You

Hello! This is a request and because of that inspired by the song ‘Stone Cold’ by Demi. I recommend you to listen to it whilst reading. I know it’s taken me ages to come up with a story and I very much hope the person who requested it sticked around long enough to read this short little one shot.

I hope you’re all well! x

Plot: Dinner is really hard to enjoy when Y/N notices her ex, Harry, is on a date.

Warnings: Nothing but angst and fluff ahead so I’d say no.

Request: Yes.

Pic isn’t mine but I do love the hat.

He looked so good. And I hated him for it. 
For once he wasn’t wearing one of his flashy and bright suits that only he could pull of, but instead was dressed in a simple black shirt and a pair of dark and washed out jeans. 
It wasn’t his choice of clothing that made my heart sink. 
Harry looked good. Meaning he looked like he was doing fine.
His cheeks were pink from blushing and his eyes sparkled with joy. The mouth I knew was soft and warm to kiss was pulled into a wide smile that made my stomach flutter with longing. I wanted to know what it was that made him smile like that. I needed to know why he was so happy. It hurt to be excluded. 
And his stupid hair. Why did the short look suit him so well?
He looked soft and adorable, so much so my fingers tickled with the need to reach out and touch him. 
But I wasn’t allowed to do that anymore. Only she was. 
The female he had clutching to his arm was pretty. Her lips were painted a dark red I knew he must be crazy about, her hair was long and a thick blond, blonder than any other girls’ hair I’d ever seen that still looked as if it was the natural colour and when she looked up at him her eyes widened to reveal the most stunning shade of blue. 
She was pretty and she had him, the Harry who used to be mine and I both envied and hated her for it. 

“Y/N, you can’t look at him like that I’m sorry.” 

Eileen’s soft voice murmured the words into my ear gently, aware that she was pulling me out of a trance and away from my ex boyfriend. Her hand squeezed my arm and slowly nudged me to turn away and to give my attention to the people we’d come to the restaurant with so that I would at least pretend to be part of the conversation. 
I knew I was doing a poor job, though. It’s hard to smile when your heart is breaking. 
Why was he happy? And how? I was living with half of my soul missing and he sat there, drinking and eating dinner with a new girlfriend and a smile that was big and honest decorating his beautiful features. 

“I’ll be back in a minute.” 

Kim who was in the middle of talking about something funny that happened at work shot me a worried glance before looking at Eileen who gave me a soft smile and nod. 

“Toiled? Need me to come with you?”

“Yes and no I think I can manage. I’ll only be a minute.”

I jumped off my chair and hurried towards where I knew the restrooms were without glancing back at the person I missed so dearly. The door of the ladies’ room fell shut behind me and finally I could breathe in deeply.
I wasn’t crying. That was at least a small victory in a shitty situation and for the first time my hands weren’t shaking that bad. 
The last time I’d seen Harry it’d all been much more awkward, especially when I’d run off and jumped into a taxi in the middle of a busy Londoner street so I could escape the situation as fast as possible. He’d seen me, he must have, and the thought of him confronting me about it made my cheeks burn with embarrassment. How might that conversation go, I wondered as I stared at my reflection in the mirror?
Hey, Y/N, I was wondering… why exactly did you run off like a crazy person the other night?
Ugh. Why was I like this? Oh well… at least my makeup wasn’t messed up and the bit of concealer I’d smeared on did a pretty good job at hiding my red cheeks. Still… I wasn’t as good looking as the girl he had taken to sit by his side. 


The way he used to say my name was forever burned into my memory, so vividly in fact that I could hear them replay in my mind just as if he was whispering them into my ear.

“I love you, Y/N. I always have.”

We were a sappy couple, Harry and I. So in love. Looking at him first thing in the morning when his body was naked and wet from the shower he’d taken, hair dripping onto the soft skin… it was a sight that made me melt every time and turn to hide under the covers before he would notice my flushed cheeks.
Harry would know of course, always aware when there were eyes on him and he’d know instantly where my thoughts were going. 

“I know you fancy me,” Harry would love to joke, “M’hard to resist, aren’t I?”

“You’re full of yourself.” 

But really he was right. I was crazy about him and in love with all of my heart. I still was. It was difficult to know that Harry didn’t feel that way about me anymore. I’d made his heart beat faster once and now I probably didn’t earn the slightest reaction anymore. Well… maybe embarrassment.
I took a deep breath. Harry was here and he was happy and there was nothing I could do about it. Not that I wanted to change his mood either. It was probably because I loved him still that I wanted Harry to be happy, even when it meant it was with a woman with blonde hair and the shade of lipstick I knew I would never pull off. 

So really all I had to do was get the courage to face him again.

“Okay. Woman up.”

I stepped out of the bathroom with the fakest smile pulling at my lips and eyes that were still very far from crying, ready to be strong and totally over it, only to (lucky me!) walk straight into his chest. Fuck.


Hi. That’s all? And why did he sound so fucking calm? I might as well have been his neighbour’s daughter that came over to lend a pound of flour from him.
His tone was kind and the smile he wore genuine, like he was glad to find an acquaintance so unexpectedly.

“Hey, Harry.”

Up close he looked even more perfect. His lips were so pink and pillowy soft, his eyes filled with emotion upon finding mine and when his hand reached out to push a strand of hair from my face it made my heart flutter. How could he look so much like my Harry and still be the furthest away from being just that?

“Didn’t see you earlier. Did you just come here?”

My breath hitched and his eyes furrowed when I took a small step back. 

“Are you alright?”

But I couldn’t form an answer. We were so different. I’d seen him the moment my feet stepped into this restaurant, felt his presence like an energy crushing into me and warming my body from within. And Harry… he only noticed I was there because I’d physically knocked into him.
I’d lost my spell on him and my eyes watered at the thought that I would probably forever be under his.

“I’m happy for you, Harry,” was all I managed to murmur before brushing past his shoulder and towards my friends. 

They didn’t question me when I sat back down with watering eyes and they didn’t comment it when I stayed silent.
It was obvious what was wrong and both, Eileen and Kim knew what had happened when they noticed Harry walk from the narrow hallway in the back to his chair and date. He looked distraught and deeply lost in his own head.

“We can go home,” Eileen offered quietly but I shook my head, trying to smile.

Harry was over me and I needed to come to terms with that and be somehow happy to know that the guy I loved as okay. 

”I’m okay. Let’s just stay and enjoy dinner.”

What I didn’t know though was that the pretty blonde at Harry’s side was his neighbour (funny enough), who’d been nice enough to watch his cat while he’d been on tour and who he’d decided to take out for a nice dinner to say thank you. 
Not a date. Not ever.
Harry’s heart burned at the thought of me thinking that he was okay when in reality absolutely nothing in his life was even close to being okay without me with him. He missed me. Every inch of his skin prickled and every muscle in his body ached with the intense pain of knowing that I was only feet away from him but that there were worlds between us.

“Are you okay, H?” Saide looked at him with worried eyes and it was only now that Harry noticed that he hadn’t said a word in several minutes. Instead he’d been staring at me where I sat at the table with two people he only knew from brief encounters. 

He noticed how my food remained untouched and how I sat with my back tensed and rigid. 
Fuck. He missed me more than what he liked to admit. 

“That girl over there,” Saide spoke quietly, “That’s her, right? Your ex.”

Ex. Harry hated that term. I was so much more than that. I was his lover once and he was pretty sure that I was his soulmate still. But an ‘ex’ I was not. No way did that term ever describe what our relationship had turned out to be, regardless of its end.


“Do you want to go talk to her?” 

Harry hissed. “S’nothing to talk about, Saide. She’s… she’s better off without me.”

Saide shifted in her seat. “Don’t take this the wrong way but she doesn’t look that great to me, Harry. I wouldn’t say she’s better off or fine even. She looks like she’s in pain and so do you.”

His chest ached and when Harry dared glance at me once more his lips parted. Saide wasn’t wrong. To him I looked as beautiful as I’d always had, but there was a change in my appearance. My neck was bent in a way he was sure it must leave me aching the next day and when I tried to force myself to eat some of my food the fork in my hand shook heavily. 

“You don’t… I mean you wouldn’t hate me if I went to talk to her for a moment, would you?”

Saide smiled. “Of course not.”

Harry nodded and with an unfamiliar sense of anxiety he got up and made his way to where I was. He was so nervous his knees felt like jelly.
The shoulder he touched me on was cold beneath his fingers and when I turned to look at him the heart in his chest dropped to the very bottom of his stomach. 
If we weren’t in public right now with dozens of people around and watching us, he was sure I would be crying right now.


“Harry, I think you should just leave her alone,” Kim muttered but before he or Eileen could’ve said anything further my body was wrapped up in Harry’s arms and my head was hidden away in his neck. He just couldn’t help himself. 

Just like earlier in the hallway the magic between us drew him in and this time there was nothing that could’ve kept him from embracing my body and hold me to his.

“M’not leaving,” Harry murmured, more to me in his arms than as reply to Kim’s words, “Y/N, you hear me? M’not.” 

The embrace came sudden and with my face pressed up against the warm skin of his collarbones it felt as if I could breathe for the first time in months. My lungs burned under the pressure. Never did I think that I would get to smell him again and I almost smiled at how ridiculous it was to miss something so insignificant as somebody’s scent. Harry understood though as he himself couldn’t keep from sighing upon burying his nose in my hair.


His stomach fluttered at my whine.

“Let’s go outside for a minute,” he proposed, “Need to talk to you.”

I nodded, almost dizzy from the surreality of the situation and whimpered quietly when Harry removed his hold on me so I could slip from the chair, only to have his arms wrap around my shoulders the moment my feet touched the ground. For the first time that night my smile was genuine. I had him back! Harry was here and talking to me and all of a sudden it physically hurt how much I had been missing him. How had I ever managed to cope with this kind of pain caused only by his absence?
Suddenly everything seemed to be brighter. Maybe things would be okay after all. Well, that was until I found her face. Her pretty and kind face. And when her eyes found mine I noticed her red lips part with shock. 
Oh god. What was I doing? I was ruining this woman’s lovely night with a wonderful guy simply because I couldn’t stop moping around right in front of hi eyes. And of course ever caring Harry would try to cheer me up before returning to his new girlfriend.
No. I couldn’t take Harry from her after he’d left me. She had a right on a nice date and a good evening with him and to whatever that may lead.
My feet stopped moving. 

Harry turned to me with a confused expression. “Y/N-”

“You shouldn’t leave her hanging like this,” I defended quietly and was about to shrug him off when the blonde shot from her seat. Oh god. If she was to slap me that would be okay and so deserved.

But no, the girl gave me a smile, picked up her plate and marched over to where Eileen and Kim were sitting where she without hesitating for a moment took my seat. I watched in shock how she held out her hand for my friends to shake and I tensed when I heard her speak:

“Hi! I’m Saide, a friend of Harry’s.”

Friend. Eileen shot me a surprised glance before taking the girl’s hand and introducing herself as well. I turned to Harry who grinned down at me and when his hand reached for mine I let him take it. Friend?

“Just a friend, love,” Harry confirmed, “Now come on.”

Outside the streets were empty aside from few people gathered in groups having a smoke and when Harry pulled me further away from the entrance I felt myself relax. It was cold (though I had Harry’s jacket around my shoulders before my skin could even shudder) and the freshness of the air combined with the beauty of the night sky made me want to forget all about the uncomfortable conversation we were about to have. 
Though when Harry stopped and I let my back rest against the stone wall of the building the discomfort drained from my veins.
It was just Harry, I realized, no stranger who’d judge me or wish me harm. This was the nicest person I knew and somebody I loved dearly.
He stepped around my body so he his was shielding me from the wind and when I dared reaching up to brush my fingers against the soft skin of his cheek he hummed.

“I’m really not okay without you, Harry.” 

The whispered confession had his pink lips part and for a moment his eyes fell shut. My hand was taken in his and he held it against his cheek, keeping it there so he could press sweet kisses to it by turning his head in my palm.

“I miss you,” I continued quietly, “Miss you more than I thought possible. I’m sorry I messed tonight up and I’m sorry I was such a shitty girlfriend to you but I… I can’t cope without you anymore.”

Every word followed a kiss to my hand, my wrist, my arm… Harry listened intently and the more I opened up the deeper the sorrow he felt ached in his chest. Harry’s free hand met my left side and pulled me into him gently.

“You weren’t a shit girlfriend,” he murmured, his warm breath fanning over he exposed skin of my arm, “You still are the most amazing person I ever had the chance to meet. If anything I owe you an apology for being a crappy boyfriend.”

I shook my head but bit back what I wanted to say next because when our eyes locked I realized that there was nothing that needed to be said out loud.
He was Harry and I was Y/N and the two of us always understood what was going on in the other’s head. It’s what had made our relationship so wonderful in the first place.
His nose brushed mine and my eyes closed. I hadn’t even noticed him coming this close to me but before I could catch a breath his hands were on either side of my head and his chest was pressed against my own and the two of us were kissing.
The short curls of his tickled my hands and his mouth opened against mine when a groan fell from it, caused by my fingers pulling and scratching his head. His hand travelled to my cheek and I giggled when his other tickled my waist before grasping it tighter and bringing me closer to him so he could deepen the kiss. I was dizzy and so was he, the both of us so drunk on each other it must’ve looked laughable from afar. 

I wanted to tell him that I loved him. 
He wanted to tell me that he loved me. 
But after being separated for so long, left with nothing but dreaming and yearning for the other day in and day out… there was nothing either of us needed more than to feel the other’s skin.
In that moment I would’ve given everything to be home with him, be that his place or mine.

“Soon,” Harry moaned into my neck and I hissed when his teeth bit into the sensitive skin, “M’taking you home soon, Y/N. Just- can’t let you go yet. Need a minute and… just-”

“I know,” I breathed into the shell of his ear, “I know, me too.”

And so we stayed, embraced and caught up in each other’s arms, kissing and sighing as the intensity of being reunited crushed our bodies repeatedly until we were so high on the happiness we were feeling all that tumbled from our lips were giggles.

I really hope you like this one… I just couldn’t leave the story as a sad one with him actually being on a date and her ending up alone. So yeah… happy couple finding each other again is a bit nicer isn’t it?


I hate you so much, it must be true love

Murphy x Reader, little bit of Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw, some swearing…I am trash…

Summary: After an argument about Pike, you and Bellamy break up. You want to hurt him. When you and Murphy get to talking you two start a love/ hate relationship. Things get heated. Fluff ending.

Ahem….I decided that there was not enough Murphy smut in this world. I’m usually more of a Bellamy girl but…he’s been a little brainwashed shit lately so I got more inspired by Murphy. I’m gonna consider this a oneshot I guess…slight POV change in the middle there. Sorry it’s a long one. I just couldn’t stop myself. Also sorry if it’s not good. It’s my first one and considering it’s mine…ofc it’s smut. :)


“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” you say turning away from your boyfriend…well…kinda boyfriend. You and Bellamy had been sharing a room for four months now, ever since Clarke left. But sharing a bed was not all that you and Bellamy did at night. Everything was starting to look fine, until now.

“You actually think that this headcase is right? That anything Pike does is for ‘the good of the people’?!” You throw your arms in the air facing Bellamy, anger starting to fuel your actions. “Y/n, the grounders can’t be trusted. You of all people should know that!” “ Oh, don’t you dare bring this up right now!”

You lost your best friend in the ring of fire created to stop the grounder attack. That whole thing was a bit taboo, Bellamy had never even brought it up to you before right now. You felt betrayed by Bellamy. You had loved him, but you could no longer stand by his side with this.

“I’m sorry, but this is the hard truth. The grounders want us dead and if we don’t do something now, they will have their way. Pike understands that, why can’t you?” He crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. You can see that neither of you is going to back down from this.

“Believe me, I understand. But what you’re talking about….it’s bound to start another war. One that we might not be able to survive.” you step closer to him and lower your voice, fighting back the tears. “You’re talking about slaughtering 300 innocent people who were sent here to protect us!” You hear your voice break as a tear sets loose. Neither of you seem to be able to believe what the other is saying. Bellamy raises his voice completely overtaken by his stubbornness.

“Innocent!? Each and every one of these savages is to be blamed for the amount of people we’ve all lost. They started this, Y/n. We’re just going to end it.” Bellamy’s not the man that you thought he was. This proves it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bellamy yells after you as he sees you grab your packed bag and jacket. “I can’t do this anymore, Bell. It’s over and you know it.”


It has been a week. You haven’t even talked to Bellamy. You could barely look at his face since the massacre. To you Bellamy had become the monster he’d thought the grounders to be. He’d returned the battle unharmed, that somehow upset you even more. You wanted to hurt him, you wanted him to feel the pain that cursed through your heart and shadowed your mind.

“Why the sad face, Princess?” *ugh* Murphy was the last person you wanted to see. You’d never really talked to Murphy before. Bellamy always told you to stay away from him, that he was a murderer and that you would get hurt…but then again, Bellamy wasn’t here was he? His opinion no longer mattered to you.

“Boy drama.” You were sitting on a cut down log with bottle of whiskey in your hand. You’re guessing you didn’t look so good if even Murphy had noticed. “I see. So things must be going great with Bellamy.” He says with exaggerated sarcasm.

“Well, you could say that. I mean…we broke up about a week ago.” You finally look up at him. He looks disheveled. You all do most of the time. No time to sit in front of a mirror really.

“Eesh, tough luck. Mind if I sit here?” He asks gesturing the makeshift chair. “Sure.” You scoot over a bit to give him some space, and offer him a drink.

“No thanks. Can’t really drown my demons anymore. Those fuckers learned how to swim.” You chuckle a bit. Taking a sip for yourself. “What happened to your arm?” You ask pointing to the bandages on his forearm. “Uhm, dinner tried to eat me first I guess.” He gives you a crooked smile and you smile back. He doesn’t seem half as bad as Bellamy had made him out to be.


A few days had passed. You enjoyed Murphy’s company though you’d never tell anyone so. You two always bickered and flirted shamelessly.

“Hey, asshole! Has your face always looked this messed up or did you just forget to put on makeup today?” You give him a goofy smile as he gets closer. “Sup, bitch? What are you even doing here, shouldn’t you be workin’ the street corner?” He smiles back at you and you both shake your heads.

“Poor form, but nice try.” “Yeah, I’m not too proud of that one. I’ll keep working on it. You free tonight?” You always hung out in the evening after your shifts so you agreed to do the same tonight.

He made you happy. None of the others approved of your friendship but you didn’t mind basking in your hedonism. Especially because of the way you knew this made Bellamy feel. He hadn’t really stopped caring for you, but atleast he’d stopped his efforts to make contact with you.

Tonight was bonfire night…but something else was different. You sat a lot closer to Murphy. Your voice sounded a lot more sultry. Maybe it was because you could feel Bellamy’s eyes burn holes into your side. But that wasn’t it. You felt weirdly drawn to Murphy. He was smart, and funny. He made you feel safe enough to open up to him. Tell him things about yourself you never even allowed yourself to think of. You seemed to have the same sort of affect on him. Tonight, after a few drinks, your morals had disappeared and lust had settled in.

You dragged him off to a quiet hallway, away from peering eyes. You leaned against a wall and pulled him closer to you. He stared deep into your eyes, glancing at your lips every now and then. He placed a hand on your waist, squeezing a little to bring you closer. He wrapped his other hand in your hair, tugging at the strands as he ground himself against you.

“You want this, Princess?” His hot breath on your face made shivers run down your spine. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and a leg behind his. You kissed him passionately, letting your tongues explore each-others mouths as he lifted your leg higher around his waist so you could feel his erection grind against you through the unnecessary layers of clothing.

You reluctantly pull away from the kiss. He looks at you with a confused yet determined look on his face. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I just-” you gasp as he starts kissing your neck, definitely leaving marks for later. It feels so good so you urge him not to stop as you talk.

“I need you to remember, that I still hate you. This-this is just a momentary lapse of weakness brought on by involuntary abstinence. And I can’t do this if you feel something else or whatever. So I must ask. Do you hate me?” He stops for a little bit to look you in the eyes. His eyes seem darker, more focused. He clenches his jaw and shifts his eyes for a second. “Yea, sure.”

You didn’t really believe him but you also didn’t really care. You had never been too great with emotions but you could see he was a little scolded. But right now your brain had no power. Your body wanted him, and he wanted you.

“Then hell yea I want this.” That was the last coherent sentence you spoke. You pulled on his hair as he disheveled yours. The only thing cooling you down was the cold metal you were pinned up against.


Bellamy’s POV

He’d been drinking all night like everyone else. He needed a drink after seeing Y/n drape herself all over Murphy’s lap. He still cared for her, but he wasn’t sure if she cared for him. Maybe she was just trying to make him jealous. Maybe there was still hope for them.

He said goodnight to the rest of the guard and stumbled over to the Ark. He was heading down the halls when he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/n and Murphy tangled up against a wall. Murphy seemed to notice him standing there but all he did was pull away from the kiss to give Bellamy a crooked smile before grabbing Y/n’s breast, kneading it in his hands as she moaned in his ear and sloppily kissed her neck.

Bellamy couldn’t take this. He practically ran back to the bonfire. He needed a few dozen more drinks before he could let himself think again.


Y/n’s POV

You’re still slightly intoxicated, yet everything seems much clearer. Murphy’s kissing your neck, sucking and biting at all the right places. You moan louder than you wanted to. You plead for Murphy to take you to your room.

When you somehow finally get there Murphy picks you up. You’re straddling him and kissing him while he kicks the door closed. You help him shrug off his jacket and do the same with your own. You’re tugging at his shirt as you try to get rid of yours. Once you succeed you find yourself on the bed. Frantically kissing him as he swiftly removes his shirt.

Your bodies are tightly pressed against each-other. His hands are roaming your body as you try to make the most of what he’s allowing you to move. He starts kissing down your jaw, your neck, stopping to suck and nibble at your nipples, kneading your breast with one hand. Then continues kissing your stomach, all the way down to your aching core. He strips you of your pants and underwear, kissing your inner thighs. Your back arches off the bed as he licks straight over your wet heat.

“All ready for me aren’t you?” He asks you meeting your gaze. You can’t help but stare. He looks so hot between your legs. “Yes-yes, Murphy. Gosh, just fuck me already!” “Impatient little doll. I promise you, I’ll make this worth your while.” And oh was he right. He shifts his focus from your eyes back to your core. He’s like Picasso with his tongue. He makes you grab the sheets in a pathetic attempt to steady yourself as you unravel and let out moans, screams and cusses of his name. Once he’s done you’ve already become a panting mess. He wipes your fluids off his chin and smirks at you.

“You were right, totally worth it!” You smile at him as gets up on his knees in front of you. “I’m always right.” “So you are.” You lift yourself off the bed to place sloppy kisses to his abdomen. You run your hands up the middle of his chest and down his sides, settling them on his belt. You keep kissing his hip bones and his small happy trail as you undo his belt and zipper. He helps you slide off his pants, his eyes glued to your every motion. You kiss the fabric that covers his erection. “Do you want me? Say you want me.” Your voice is light, yet sultry as ever. He practically groans his answer. “Yes, fuck yes I want you!” He pulls you up to kiss him again.

Soon enough he releases your body just enough that you can start kissing all the way down his neck, shoulders and chest. You take off his underwear and lay a firm grip on his throbbing cock. He throws his head back as you lick a small circle around his tip and pump a few times. He can’t seem to look away and decides to hold back your hair. Barely pushing you in any direction. You take him in your mouth little by little. His groaning, swears and moans of your name getting louder with each pump.

“That’s it, Princess! You’re in trouble now!” He pushes you back on the bed. Kissing you deeply, rubbing small circles around you clit. You’re now begging him for a release again. And he is sure willing to oblige. He pulls away and grabs his cock to guide himself through your entrance. You both groan from pleasure. You nod a little, giving him the ok to start moving. You’re both near your climaxes so his pace quickens. Any attempts of kissing fail because your mouth keeps dragging down his chin with each thrust. But neither of you mind.

He’s holding himself up on one elbow, burying his other hand’s fingers in your hips. You drag your fingernails over his back almost painfully enough to draw blood. This makes him grunt even more, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. You even bite his shoulder a little. His length slightly painful, but all the more enjoyable.

The rest of the world no longer exists. Just you and him. You barely hear the people outside. All you can sense is the sweat, the sound of skin against skin, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You keep working in harmony with his thrusts. Your eyes too intrigued by the movements of his lean muscles to dare close. You glance at the place where your bodies meet and feel yourself unraveling underneath him.

You scream his name into oblivion and his movements become less calculated and more uneven as he comes from the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He moans your name in response as he rides out both of your orgasms. He pulls out soon enough. Both of you panting and unable to speak as he lays beside you. You feel weak and you’re shivering, but not from cold. From absolute extacy.

Once you’ve both regained your composure you curl up to his side. He lifts one of your legs up over him and you place a hand on his chest to draw circles on his skin.

“That was…amazing.” He says smiling at you in the glow of the moonlight shining through the small window. “Yeah, it was. Would love to repeat that sometime soon.” You smile back at him. He kisses your head. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”


Soon enough you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, until he speaks up again. “I lied earlier.” “What?” You rub your eyes a little until you can clearly see the guilty look on his face as he stares at the ceiling.

“What are you talking about?” He licks over his lips and looks at you. “Earlier, when I said that I hated you…I didn’t mean a word of it. I’m sorry but, you’re actually one of the few people I like in this hellhole. The only person, to be exact.”

You just keep smiling at him. “I know.” “Wha- but you said…” He looks at you with the same confused look from earlier, except this one isn’t shadowed by lust, it’s shaded by hope. “I know what I said. And I lied too. I actually like you too.” You kiss him for reassurance, before turning over and tugging him to spoon you. You’re both fading to sleep as you hear him mumble.

“Thank god.”

Summary: Jon keeps receiving mildly mean yet flattering texts from his best friend’s little sister and he has no idea what he’s supposed to do with them. 

To Jon, Sansa Stark is more like a concept than an actual person. She’s his best friend’s hot sister, who sometimes comes to stay for the weekend in their tiny student house, and for a week after she leaves, the whole place will smell of strawberries. But she’s off limits, so none of the boys even glances at her unless she’s talking to them and sometimes even then some will refuse to make eye contact. She’s the fantasy that will never ever go anywhere because Robb will one hundred percent murder them if they so much as think about touching Sansa in any way, shape or form. So yeah, in a bizarre way, Jon sees her as this fantastical concept of female hotness. 

That is until Sansa moves to Edinburgh for uni and accidentally texts him one night at three in the morning. At least he thinks it’s accidental. The text itself is really confusing. All it says is:

Sansa: Your face makes me want to scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Followed by:

Sansa: I just want to cuddle the shit out of you!!!

Jon isn’t sure what that means, but it can’t be a good thing. Also, he’s ninety percent sure she’s drunk and meaning to text someone else, so he ignores it. Life goes on as normal and when she comes round for tea with Robb a few days later, she’s as friendly and casual as she always is, so Jon’s even surer now that she doesn’t remember and it wasn’t for him.  

Except for the next following weekend, he gets another text from her. 

Sansa: Ugh, why do you look like that!!!

He’s taken aback by this one. Actually, he’s bloody confused by all of it. Are these for him? And why is his physical appearance so personally offensive to Sansa? It’s fucking weird, but again, he decides the best course of action is to ignore it. He doesn’t want to embarrass her and he’s still not convinced that he’s the intended target. 

But what those texts do change is how often he now finds himself watching her when she comes around. Jon doesn’t mean to at first. He’s just trying to figure her out and she has this way about smiling at Robb when he’s being particularly obnoxious that kind of makes it hard to breathe. It’s not the first time he’s noticed how attractive she is, but most of the words he associates with her are: hot, fit and bloody ridiculous. This is the first time he thinks she’s also adorable and it’s hard to deny after that revelation that she is inexplicably as cute as she’s stunning. It’s a bad combination.  

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anonymous asked:

I haven't really seen anyone talking about it before, but do you think it's inevitable that Izuku will wind up looking as emaciated as Toshinori the longer he has One for All? From the flashbacks with Gran Torino it looks like Toshinori didn't always look as, ugh, haggard as he does now. Plus, we know that OfA has a lot of physical repercussions on the user, and both All Might and now Izuku don't take good care of their bodies/are notably reckless and self-sacrificing.


the reason why Toshinori is so emaciated isn’t due to prolonged use of OFA, it’s because he had a hole punched in his side and lost his stomach and lung, and the surgeries and their complications are why he became so skinny and emaciated

it has nothing to do with his use of OFA. 

one of the major points in the series is that self-sacrifice isn’t always good, and you need to take care of yourself. that your actions have consequences, and you can’t recklessly run into a situation. Inko is worried about her son becoming paralyzed in his arms, and Toshinori is feeling the weight of that since he’s partially the reason why that happened. 

Izuku is realizing that he can’t just recklessly charge in and damage his limbs in order to win, because it does him no good in the long run, and it makes the people he’s closest to seriously worry for him. his actions have consequences.

Horikoshi is very good with this. everyone’s actions have consequences. Todoroki and Bakugou didn’t pass the Provisional License Exam b/c they didn’t do what was required of them, Iida went after Stain in revenge and now he has a serious injury in his arm that makes it hard to use it properly, Izuku pushed himself too far in his and Todoroki’s fight and permanently damaged his hand, Inko almost kept Izuku from going back to UA because his injuries were so serious, Toshinori’s novice teaching skills caused him to accidentally cause Izuku’s self destructive fighting streak in the first place, etc 

that’s why Izuku learning to take care of himself better and not injure himself in fights has become such a big deal, especially as of late. that’s why he switched to fighting with his legs, so he doesn’t do more damage to his arms, and he’s trying to regulate his power better so he doesn’t give himself even more injuries. that’s one of the major points of the series

hell, Aizawa said it early on in the series. if you injure yourself in the middle of a fight, you pretty much become as good as useless. Izuku took this lesson to heart, but he was still injuring himself in the process, just not enough to keep him down. now, he’s fighting in a way that doesn’t injure him at all.

Toshinori is all about self-sacrifice. this is one of his major faults. he’s so used to risking his life for everyone that it’s become normal for him. he told Inko straight up that he would risk his life in order to protect Izuku; and she flat out told him no

he needs to live. no more of that self-sacrificing bullshit. no, he needs to live and take care of himself for Izuku. dying would do no good to anyone. if Toshinori died, it would do more harm than good for Izuku. Izuku needs him alive and well. he needs Toshinori alive in order to learn from him more, and Toshi is practicing Izuku’s reason for living; he admires him so much.

one of the major points of the series is that self-sacrifice isn’t all that good. Stain’s whole moral is that Heroes should only be about self-sacrifice, and he’s on the extreme end of the spectrum. he’s got strong ideals, but he’s clearly presented as wrong. 

the series is deconstructing the self-sacrifice trope in shonen, and especially in hero comics. it has consequences. it’s not healthy. it’s bad for you. sometimes, just talking it out would be better. it’s not the only option you have. it causes pain, not just to you, but to those around you.

self-sacrifice is seen as good and noble, but there are consequences to it that is often ignored, and that’s what MHA is trying to show. it’s not all it’s talked up to be. the characters are being forced to see that it’s not as great as they thought, and that they need to think of other ways to fight, because self-sacrifice is just not going to cut it anymore

sure, there are going to be situations where it can’t be avoided. but that’s why they’re training. why Izuku specifically is training, so he can fight and protect without worrying about injuring himself again. the stronger and smarter and more cooperative they get, the less likely there’ll be many grievous injuries, or self sacrificial ploys

that’s one of the major points of the series. in the long run, self sacrifice isn’t gonna cut it. the characters are learning that and improving themselves so they don’t have to resort to it in every fight. to learn the value of themselves and how them getting hurt scares the people around them. about how their actions have consequences. how they can’t go on like that anymore

that’s the point Horikoshi is trying to make by showing us all the damage Toshinori took from his life of being a self-sacrificial hero. why he’s shown us Izuku getting more and more hurt as the series goes on.

because self-sacrifice isn’t the only way to be an effective hero. 

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How Suzaku would flirt with Lelouch

As requested by anon

1. Reminiscing about the past

Suzaku: Those were some tough times during the Invasion of Japan, huh?

Suzaku: Remember when we had to sleep in the forest so that we weren’t spotted by the Britannian forces?

Suzaku: And we had to huddle together for warmth?

Suzaku: Now that I think about it, I’m pretty cold right now! How about a huddle, for old times’ sake!

Lelouch: No need for that, Suzaku, you can take one of my coats in the hall.

Suzaku: But old times!

2. Happiness as glass metaphors

Suzaku: I might have been wrong before.

Suzaku: I think happiness is only like glass…if your face is on the other side.

Lelouch: …So, to be happy, I need a mirror?

Suzaku: Do you even emotion

3. Through moral reflection

Suzaku: Lelouch, I don’t approve of results gained through dishonest means.

Suzaku: So, you’ll have to buy me dinner first.

Lelouch: …?

4. Through statistics

Suzaku: Lelouch, did you know that I have a 94% compatibility rating?

Lelouch: With your Knightmare?

Suzaku: With you.

5. Through the heat of battle

Suzaku: I swear, Lelouch, I’LL ANNIHILATE YOU!

Suzaku: …if you know what I mean. [winks]



Suzaku: Lelouch, you are terrible at flirting.

Lelouch: Wh-what?!

6. With surprises

You know how Suzaku always likes to barge in at the last minute to disrupt Lelouch’s plans?

Lelouch: S-Suzaku? What are you doing here!

Suzaku: Surprise! Look, I got dinner!

Lelouch: But how did you even find this place?! It’s supposed to be highly classi-

Suzaku: Huh?

Lelouch: Highly…classy.

Suzaku: Only the best for you!

7. With secret hand signals

Lelouch came up with a series of secret hand signals to communicate with Suzaku. Unfortunately, Suzaku could never learn them.

Suzaku: Psst! Lelouch!

Suzaku: [makes weird hand signal]


Suzaku: Wait, crap, what’s the one for “you look good”?

Suzaku: [makes weird hand signal]


Suzaku: Ugh…

8. Using Lancelot to leave a message

Soldier #1: Oh god, the destruction. Bodies everywhere…why must the innocent always suffer?

Soldier #2: Hey, Derek, check this out. Tracks in the dirt. Looks like someone was trying to leave a message.

Soldier #1:

Soldier #1: “Dinner?”

Soldier #2: This is by the far the weirdest case of fraternising with the enemy I’ve encountered.

9. Through puns

Suzaku: So let me get this straight - I become Zero after you die.

Lelouch: That’s right.

Suzaku: So basically, I will be nothing without you.


Lelouch: Just put on the damn mask.

10. In the Zero Requiem

Suzaku: Your heart isn’t the only thing I’ll be stabbing!


Lelouch: Suzaku, I just asked you to kill me. Is this really the time?

Suzaku: You ruined my life, dude. At least let me flirt when I want.

If you wish it...there’s some chance that it will happen

170318 Exordium Malaysia

Those shirts remind me of the pastel video Dan and Phil did XD ahhhh I’m such trashhhhhhh

They were really goofy~

GIF VERSION. We have a Baekhyun strolling along like it’s nobody’s business but then…

BOOM COLLSISION THEN KICK. ahhhhhhhh, Chanyeol, we could take you away for abuse

Ehehe, I love it when they play fight~ I think it’s the cutest thing ^^ so happen

*cough* height difference. That’s one good thing about shipping some pair with height difference XD there’s always something to spazz about

Oh yeah look at that tongue *insert lenny face here* (I’m so sorry XD)

Mhmm mhmm I don’t blame you for staring Park Chanyeol, that’s quite a work of art in front of you XD (ugh I hate myself)


Aww they look so happy ;3 they glad to be back together after being apart so long ;u; (i missed them)

Caitriona Balfe's Opinion

1. Cats

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2. Netflix

“The best! The best thing on a Saturday when you have a hangover,” she said. “Big bag of chips. Netflix on my computer. Heaven.”

3. Tinder

“Ridiculous,” Balfe said. “Why? Nope. Really?”

4. Karaoke

“Only to be done when you’re very, very drunk,” she said, “and Blondie is always a good one.”

5. Boxed Wine

“Only at 4 a.m. when everything else in the house is drank,” she said.

6. The Poop Emoji

7. The Gym

“Only at 4 a.m.,” she joked. “No. It’s a necessary evil. But why wear makeup in the gym? Honestly, that needs to stop.”

  8. Selfies

“Also needs to stop,” she said. “Look at where you are. Don’t take a picture of yourself where you are. Appreciate where you are.”

9. Ramen

“Ugh, delicious,” she said. “I’m making my way through the ramen places in New York.”

10. Scrabble

“So good,” she said. “Unfortunately Sam Heughan is better at it than I am. But that’s my lunchtime game when we’re on set.”

Sam Heughan, for those not in the Outlander-know, plays Jamie Fraser on the show.


This tumblr post is hilarious and accurate, and it made me think about what my ideal McGenji fic would contain. Twenty minutes later I had this idea, so here is the McGenji fic I’d write if my fiction writing spoons ever return from the war.

They go on a Blackwatch mission together and kick ass, but then their clothes (Genji’s included because I said so) are ruined for probably the same contrived reasons that women in anime have strategic clothing rips from a weapon passing by them briefly. And this wouldn’t be a problem except they’re technically undercover, and while civilians don’t blink at weird outfits or cybernetics, blood and ripped clothes means violence that they want to stay well away from. So they have to get new clothes. McCree is ready to head to the nearest secondhand store, because lbr people who end up in street gangs in their mid-teens are generally not financially stable people, but former rich playboy Genji is like “oh honey no, let me show you a better way.”

And Genji manages to ferret out a clothes store that serves the very wealthy of the city, because in thrift stores, they’re always looking for the “criminal element”, but the wealthy and famous have any number of sins they want to cover up, so they pay well and the staff of the boutique are always very discreet. And sure enough as soon as Genji starts talking to them, they identify that attitude that people born into privilege often have, and like magic, their old ruined bloody clothes have disappeared and they’re in designer (“only because we don’t have the time to be properly tailored, you understand, but surely you can fit in a few alterations, no, we don’t mind waiting, could one of the staff perhaps go and get us something to eat and a little something for yourself of course”) and they wait out the manhunt for them eating fancy food and drinking expensive coffee in this boutique, because of course the local police wouldn’t dare come interrupt the patrons of this shop, they’re very important people. 

And McCree cannot pull off the attitude Genji can, but the staff assume they’re together, that ~poor disabled Genji~ (ugh) can’t date someone ~proper~ so he provides for this handsome young man. And McCree, being a black ops operative, is good at reading the room, and he goes with it because things will go more smoothly this way. And he’s shocked how good he looks in these clothes with just a little tailoring (rich people get literally everything tailored, it’s why celebrities always look like that, not even kidding y'all) and Genji, from the other stool where he’s examining his own outfit, gives him this look. Y'all know what I mean, that classic fanfic “you gon’ get laid” look.

So they keep up this charade until they leave, and Genji drops the facade and has a heart to heart with McCree about how sometimes people like that are so fake and he can’t stand that people won’t acknowledge how fucked up rich people are under it all, everything gets swept under the rug including attempted murder Hanzo. And then he gives McCree another Look and he’s like “at least it gave me a chance to see what your body looks like out of those layers you wear.” AND THEN THEY FUCK.

(look I know what I like and it’s violence, fake relationships, and putting clothes on characters that I desire but can never afford.)

i kinda hope that one day when harley is visiting tony the topic of new york comes up and everything starts groaning because “ugh here goes tony and his ego classic stark” and think he’s just trying to ultra brag in front of the kid

but then harley is like omg tony you’re speaking about ny!!!! that’s heaps good well done and everyone is super confused about why this kid is effectively enabling tony

(maybe that’s when they find out about about tonys panic attacks and PTSD because harley is horrified that they’d brush him off so quickly and wants them to realise how callously they’re acting, but there’s always a chance that harley would take one look at their reactions and realise that if this is how they’ve been acting to tony then harley isnt gonna be the one to tell them the full truth, they’ve done nothing to prove themselves to him - or to tony and in harley’s opinion the sooner tony realises this the better)

Cuddling with Winwin
  • !!!!!! my first request for a member of the china line ¡¡¡
  • i’m so excited for doing this, i love this baby so muchhh
  • he’s just so adorable and innocent and he’s so clueless all the time
  • is imposible not to love him am i right ladies, lol
  • also, give this cutie lots of love dO YOU HEAR ME
  • anYways, let’s start,,,
  • tbh, i don’t see sicheng being a clingy person
  • maybe sometimes he would do cute things for you like playing with your hair or back hugging you maybe
  • but normally, you’re always the one who starts the skinship
  • and when you do it’s not even something crazy 
  • is just simple little things like honding his pinky
  • or maybe give him a little kiss in his cheek
  • but even innocents things like that gets him SO flustered
  • but, going to the story, you guys were alone in the dorms that day and the rest of the members wouldn’t comeback until some hours
  • and since the moment were taeyong said that he was doing nothing but thinking about cuddling you
  • there are times when the only thing he has in his mind is wanting to hold you and kiss you and repeting you for hours how much he loves you
  • he just can’t do it and he feels so upset and disappointed in himself
  • don’t get him wrong, though
  • he’s so deeply in love with you, he would do ANYTHING for you
  • the problem is just that he doesn’t know how to show it to you
  • but you noticed that every time he feels like this the way he acts is really different so it’s easy to tell
  • he gets really silent and tries to avoid your gaze at all costs and he keeps playing with his fingers
  • he just really wants to cuddle but the words won’t go out of his throat and it killing him
  • so you have to do the first move before he explodes of something lmao
  • “sicheng? since we have the dorms for ourselves what if we watch this movie that i just found in netflix, uh?”
  • “ah, s-sure thing baobei”
  • also he’s scared of having awkward moments with you while cuddling
  • this sounds a bit weird?? but like
  • he just would never be able to forgive himself if he makes his own partner feel uncomfortable while doing something that both of you are supose to enjoy
  • and of course you noticed this
  • so, when you cuddle, you do it while watching a movie or before sleep
  • and in that way y’all avoid any awkward moments because you’ll be busy watching the movie or really sleepy
  • and he’s so grateful towards you for being so compressive, you have no idea
  • and while cuddling it’s always the spoon, always, it’s the most convenient one for y’all
  • for you because you’re always the little spoon, so you get him to backhug you and sometime to recive some kisses
  • and also is convenient for him bc you can’t see his blushy face and smiley face
  • so there you were
  • sicheng’s arms were around your waist, with his hand under your t-shirt, exploring your skin, his touches were making you feel more and more sleepy
  • and do you remember that i told you about cuddling before sleeping?
  • that’s the moment when he opens up the most to you
  • when he heared you yawing he smiled and putted you closer to his body
  • he even dare to leave a few kisses in your jawline and neck, making your heart race
  • “i-i really love you, y/n, really”
  • “i love you too, sicheng”
  • he would never get tired of hearing that words coming from you
  • you were able to make him feel so weak with simplest things
  • while you are sleeping he always gets really sincere with his feelings
  • asking to an sleepy you to forgive him for things he can’t control
  • “i’m so sorry for being like this, baobei, you deserve so much better, and i promise you that i’m trying my best, y/n”
  • my heart is broken why is this suddenly so angsty
  • little he didn’t know that you weren’t asleep yet
  • hehehe >:)
  • “i know you are, baby and i really appreciate it”
  • you turned around to see his face but even before you could even blink he was already kissing you
  • his soft lips felt like heaven and he never stopped touching you in that dedicated way that always drove you crazy
  • you snuggled up in his chest, the sound of his heart calming you
  • “sleep with me a little, baby”
  • you could tell that he was smiling without even looking at him
  • “sure, baobei, the movie you choosed was so boring that i was going to fell asleep anyways”
  • “ugh, shut up sicheng, you know that i choosed it randomly”
  • he giggled at how adorable you looked while being angry
  • “you’re an angel, right? you’re just too good to be real”
  • ok, so i’m gonna finish it here bc idk if this is what y’all expected??
  • but, anyways, i hope yall enjoyed it anyways lmao <3
Save ME

Yandere! Jimin au\Blood\Horror

A.n Im so sorry I update very very slowly, partially because Idk what to do anymore and Im so unmotivated second is SCHOOL so, to the people reading this, yeah, im sorry i update like shit. also, update will be a little,,, okay, but i promise some stuff on the next chapter.

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Chapter II
Part 2


I called y/n. I was just outside her window, by the tree. It was so dark that she was unable to see me. She didn’t seem too happy upon hearing my voice. But I felt relieved when I heard her voice. I feel like dying without her.

I happily let her know that I learned everything about her.. but she got mad and I yelled at her. Oh no… what do I do?
I shifted my tone and asked her who she was with.. but she ignored my question. I got so infuriated and rage came rushing in me that I got so mad and I yelled at her. Madness seeping out of my voice and craziness glossing my words.
I-I’m gonna go crazy.
Im crazy for this girl.

She hanged up and ended the call there, after I yelled at her.
Still enraged, I texted her.
“I will..” was the last message I sent.
Because I will.. I will make her mine.

-Wednesday (continuation)-
Reader’s Pov

I came to school with a ghost white face. So terrified of what had happened last night, but I still  managed to plaster a smile onto my face. I need to act my self. I need to face this alone.

What should I do.. what will happen to me.. all these thoughts rambling about in my head I was about to head to class almost late.



I had realized that i had bumped into my bestfriend (guybf/n)

“Hey are you alright?”

He asks concerned.

“Uh.. yeah Im fine..”

I reply. Obviously Im not fine. Someone is trying to kill me and Im freakin scared for my life!

“We’ll you don’t look fine!”

He retorts back.

“Lets grab some lunch later okay? Then we can talk about it y/n, class is about to start.”

He wants to talk about the reason why i am like this. Sh-should I tell the truth? Or should I lie? What will happen to me if I tell the truth?

He’s my best friend.. should I tell him? Maybe he’ll understand.. maybe he can help me get through this…

After school I decided to go with him to our favorite ramen place

Ugh. I feel so sick. I hadn’t eaten all day but I feel like I cant eat at all. I feel like Im gonna vomit any moment now.

“So the usual or something new for you?”

(Gbf/n) asks me, honestly I don’t care anymore I feel like vomiting either way.

“Uhm.. I’ll take whatever I guess.”

I reply obviously not interested in eating.

“What? What’s up with you? You’re always so enthusiastic about the food here, and also you’re very picky. You don’t even let me choose what you’re going to eat.”

He complains

“I just feel sick that’s all.”
“Well then, ramen will make you feel better.”

He assures me.

“So? What’s up? Do you have any problems recently? Why did you look so pale earlier?”

he’s always like this, always so concerned about me. maybe thats why I


like him.. maybe that’s why he’s still my best friend.

“ugh, I guess im just really tired and stressed thats all..” I wasnt really lying. I was really tired and stressed, and of course, scared for my life. 

“hmm, okay.” he says before inhaling his fucking ramen. istg this guy is handsome and caring but really annoying

“would you stop inhaling your ramen and eat it like a normal person would” I say irritated at his habits “no matter how good or how bad my day is, you always manage to annoy me with your eating habits.”

he rolls his eyes before giving me a smile. “ I cant. After all, this is what you love about me, admit it.” what the– okay nevermind this asshole.

“what the actual frick. go die.” I say with burning fury in my eyes. 

he just gives me a smile and we laugh about it like I wasnt going to be murdered at some point.

“Oh! that reminds me y\n, we’ll be joining your class tomorrow for PE, since our teacher is gone on that day.” 

“oh really that’s awesome.” I say whilst taking a slurp of ramen

“yeah and apparently we’ll be doing some activities tomorrow.” 

“that sucks. we rarely do activities in pe, and also im too unmotivated to move during class hours.” i complain to him

after we had finished eating, I told him that I was tired I have a lot of homework to finish so i had better get going.

“should I take you home” i stopped at his words before squeaking out a small 

“no.. Im gonna be fine.”

“you’re acting strange again. c’mon, let me take you home.” 

“no i said im fine.” I say sternly

“uhh okay then.. no need to get mad..” he was obviously bummed out by the fact that he was unable to take me home.

I went home as soon as I can.. Tomorrow we’ll be spending PE tomorrow huh.. that’s cool. Im always thankful that I have someone like him around me.. he always manages to bring up a smile across my face. he makes me feel safe and happy. Im excited for tomorrow…

Birthday Girl

Warnings: none

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader, John Winchester (mentioned).

Summary: reader is anxious about their birthday.

Word Count: 868

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: your nickname

You had to say the past week had been, well, something else. Your birthday was on Sunday so of course your big brothers  decided that everyday they’d ask the same goddamn question you began to hate so much: “Who’s birthday is on Sunday?”. It was stupid really but the thought of your birthday was almost unbearable to withstand. It was hard to explain why you hated that date so much, you didn’t hate being alive it was just that good things didn’t tend to happen on your birthday and them reminding you of it wasn’t helping. You had managed to keep your composure for the entire week, well, almost. Everything was going okay until Saturday, the second you woke up the anxiety was already heavy inside your stomach, the stress from the next day was very present. Slowly you lifted yourself from the bed preparing yourself for the inevitable question you were to be asked.

You walked calmly into the kitchen and began preparing yourself a cup of coffee, suddenly you felt a presence behind you and you tensed up turning around grabbing the person by their collar and putting a fist to their face. Immediately you realized it was your older brother Damn, anxiety and hunter instincts really don’t mix well.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s just me chill.” Said Dean giving you a scared look knowing your strength and what would’ve happened if you’d just punched him without hesitating.

“Oh crap, sorry De.” You said as you let go of your big brother and straightened his shirt where you had grabbed him. You cringed internally as you anticipated the question, you began counting, waiting for the moment.

“Hey! Who’s birthday is tomorrow?” You heard Sam coming in from the hallway and the second you the last words escaped his lips you broke down. All the composure and patience you’ve had the entire week was gone. Suddenly every single memory from you past birthdays flooded into your brain like a someone pulled out the plug keeping everything inside.

“Y/N? Y/NN, what’s wrong?” Asked sam concerned he had done something to cause this.

“I’m- I’m sorry, excuse me.” You nearly sobbed, moving them away and running into your room. You didn’t want to face your past, not now at least. You laid on your bed for who knows how long, reminiscing on every single thing in your life. It confused you how your siblings weren’t the type to get excited over birthdays unless of course, it was yours. As always it was time for your brothers to come in and try to help you which they usually did, but this time you didn’t think they could. So you heard as the door to your room creaked open to reveal your brothers, your face against the pillow you only heard and felt them sit down next you.

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Polar Opposites (2/2)


Words: 7678

Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut, Stripper Jimin, Pole Dancing OC

Notes: Inspired by this fic

The teachers had called down every student in your department during lunchtime over the intercom. Walking down the hall to the studio  - you hear your name being called. “Hey Y/N!” Turning around, It was Seolhyun – one of your good friends who was in your department.

“What’s up?”

“Are you competing in the annual Conte De Fée?”

“Yeah of course!” Conte De Fée was a national, partner competition. The academy had won 3 times in a row until last year but it was the pride and joy of the academy. The winner received a trophy, $3000 for their department, a scholarship but the best was the summer internship in France with the top instructor, BoA.

Seolhyun starts walking with you. “But I heard a lot of things changed.” She whispers while looking around.

“Like what?” You ask suddenly feeling curious.

“Well it’s just rumours but remember what happened last year?” You nod, the gossip was still clear in your mind. Last year the academy was eliminated from the competition due to tampering, sabotage or something of that sort - nothing was really clear, it was just all rumours.


“Ahem.” Her words get cut off by a teacher standing behind you. Embarrassed, you two step aside and allow your teacher to enter the studio. “Coming in ladies?” He asks and you two nod.

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You’re Annoying (And Kinda Hot But I’d Never Dare Say It Aloud) // Chapter 4

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 3

💙 Prompt :
Jungkook didn’t expect for Jimin to tag along for their summer camp. And he most definitely did not expect for the smol squishy fluffball of sunshine to have that kind of breath taking,heart throbbing, god-like body.

Or, Jungkook “hates” Jimin but his charms are kind of seeping through to him and Jungkook’s not sure if he wants it to stop.

💎 Genre:
Fluff, Slight Angst, Summer Camp au!

Fic :

 Jungkook walked away, as always. Every time the boy was faced with any problems, he’d face the other way and go as far from the problem as he could. But given the circumstances and the confusion the boy was feeling, could you blame him?

Yes, yes you could, and that’s exactly what the boy did

He blamed himself because frankly, it was all him.

And he knows that he should fix things and just stop running away but God, all he wanted to do now was to get out of this place as fast as he could. He didn’t want the others to see this side of him.

The insecure, terrified side of him.

“Jungkook-ah!, Jimin calls out but he only walks faster.

God, do you have to hurt everyone around you, Jungkook?! , he thinks.

He vaguely hears Jimin say something along the line “Why’d you do that?” to Yoongi as he strides his way to Jungkook.


He almost reaches the cabin but Jimin yells this time, “Yah!! Jeon Jungkook!”.

Jungkook stops in his tracks but doesn’t turn around. Jimin pulls him by the arms so that he was now facing the latter.

“What?”, Jungkook says, a little bit too coldly than intended.

He always does things more and worse than intended.          

Jimin purses his lips and scowls. 

Something was up with this boy for sure.

“What was that about?”, he asks, slowly eyeing the boy whose eyes were redder than usual.


“I-”,Jungkook says but stops himself from continuing, before saying something stupid. He looked at the shorter boy, hoping he’d get the message,

why are you still coming after me after all I put you through?

why does it look like you’re worried?

please don’t look at me like that…


“Walk with me”, Jimin says as he walks ahead.

Jungkook only follows quietly, not knowing what else to do.

Jungkook sees Jimin let out a deep breath. He holds his own when the boy started speaking.

“I know what you’re thinking”, Jimin says, “And I know that.. you might hate my guts and all but …I just want to know ..why?”

He stops in his track to turn to Jungkook, his expression way too forlorn and so unlike the epitome of Jimin himself.

You got it all wrong Jimin-ah.

 "Why is it that you feel annoyed at everything I do? Why is it that despite how many fucking times I try , you always push me away?“, he asks, his voice rising with every passing words. 

You got it all so wrong yet so so fucking right.

He sounded angry when he spoke, but he looked miserable.

And maybe he was a little bit of both.

It wasn’t a daily thing for Jimin to be upset or mad, at least he wouldn’t be showing his anger.

But Good lord, how could he not get angry? It was always like this and Jimin was tired.

He tried and he tried to get the younger to like him, to somehow make Jungkook stop despising him so fucking much, but it always ended with Jungkook rejecting him.

"Jungkook-ah you wanna go for a walk?”, 

“No thanks, I have homework”


“Jungkookie, teach me how to play overwatch!”

“Pft, you’re not good at games anyways, why bother playing?”


“Kookie!! You’re 17 now!! Happy birthdayyyyyyy~”, he hugged the boy.

“Ugh l-let go of me!…. P-people are l-looking”


He doesn’t really see as to why he tried so hard for the younger, when all he did was throw spiteful insults and send glares.

“I’m tired.”, Jimin continues when he notices that the taller won’t budge, 

“I’m tired of all the insults and the glares and the fights, god I’m tired of you!!”, he rambles out.

“And you still didn’t answer me, what was that?”, Jimin asked pointedly, jabbing a finger at his chest.

“Why did you look so miserable like you’re the one hurting?! Like you’re the one getting called as all those names??”, Jimin continued, shoving the boy backwards slightly.

“I’m stupid, ugly, fat , annoying-what more do you have to say? Huh??”, Jimin breathes heavily at the sudden outburst even he had not expected from his own self.

And as uncharacteristic as it seems, Jungkook whimpers with a lowly voice, “I’m sorry”.

I don’t mean it.

“For what exactly Jungkook-ah? For shoving me away from you? For treating me like shit? For insulting me? You gotta be specific here”, he says back sarcastically as he folds his arms.

His glare was prominently set on the boy who wouldn’t look him in the eyes, but his gaze turned softer the second he noticed a lone tear tracing down his cheek.

Was he crying?

Jimin voiced his thought out and tried to get closer to the other boy to see clearer but Jungkook only turned and walked away, fast.

And this time around,

Jimin didn’t chase after him. 


The next day Jimin and Jungkook were avoiding each other like the plague. Interacting with anyone but the other and only answering in short sentences when necessary.

Jungkook knows he should do something about it, he’s the cause for this and Lord, did he know.

He knew from the moment he spoke those spiteful words to the older boy that he messed up.

Yes, he’d always teased him and all but never did it make that big of an issue that it would create such tense atmosphere around the two of them.

And God, he feels horrible. 

The other night he had cried in front of Jimin, he could only hope Jimin didn’t notice the hurt expression of his. He was starting to show his emotions but he didn’t want to.

He never wants to express his feelings, as a matter of fact, he guards them like a fucking shield, not wanting anyone near him, not wanting anyone to hurt him.

It was the crippling anxiety and fear of getting hurt that had caused him to push people away.

It was the crippling anxiety and fear of getting hurt that had caused him to push Jimin away.

He feels horrible.

And the way Yoongi would cuddle and occasionally whisper soft words to Jimin on the couch in front of him, doesn’t make him feel any better.

If Jungkook felt jealous before, it was nowhere close to as bad as he feels now.

He feels hurt.

_(past tense)

He tried to get angry, to vent out the tugging feeling off his chest.  But Jungkook can’t be mad at Jimin, he can’t come to blame anyone but himself, it was his own fault.

He wanted to fix this, but he just didn’t know how.

He always dealt with things the only way he could, he ignored them. But he knew for a fact that it’s not going to take him anywhere.

And so he does the second best thing he could do,

moping around and glaring at Yoongi.


They were waiting for the rest to come so that they could go night walking in the forest park, yes, it’s 1 am right now but no, who sleeps in a summer camp night?


A while later, they had went out, with Jimin still glued to Yoongi’s side, like usual.

And with Jungkook still looking at them, like usual.

Taehyung had tried to pry Jungkook into conversations, to somehow make the mysteriously sad boy engaged in whatever it is they were doing.

Even after they reached the park filled with beautiful conifer trees, Jungkook was still in his blur state of mind.

This was definitely unusual, Taehyung thought. Jungkook always loved the starry summer nights, what was so different now?

Taehyung knew better than to ask and talk to the boy though, there was no way that he’d talk about his problems to him in the first place.

But it’s not like he needs to anyways, he sees the way Jungkook looks at Jimin, the way Jungkook glares and uncomfortably fidgets whenever Yoongi and Jimin are close to each other.


Jungkook was sitting at a bench by the small lake (it looked more like a pond, Jungkook wasn’t so sure), he sat as far from the couple as he could, but no matter what, his eyes always looked back at the shorter boy, at the way he was smiling oh-so-widely at whatever it was that Yoongi said.

It’s as if they were in their own little bubble, they had completely spaced the other guys out.

Although the park was as good as empty, it still felt crowded to Jungkook.

  Too much trees, too much light, too much emotions.

Through his thoughts of self-grief, he hadn’t realised Jin sat beside him, yet again.

“Talk to him.”, he said and sighs. “You’re so obvious”

Last time he said that he had laughed at him, joked about it, ‘cause It was so obvious that you like him .

But this time around, he had said it a bit softer, with a hint of sad, ‘cause It’s so obvious that you’re hurting.


“I can’t..”, Jungkook said after a while of collecting his thoughts.

“And why’s that?”, Jin asks.

“..he hates me.” ,Jungkook rasped out. His throat tightening and heart stinging now that he actually stated the words out.

“did he ever say that?”


“then why do you say that?”

“ because it’s obvious?”, he looks at Jin in with a ‘duh’ expression

“Just as obvious as the looks he’s giving you right now?”, Jin retaliated as he nodded his head, pointing towards where Jimin was standing with Yoongi.

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows at what he says and turns to look at the direction he was pointing at.

He noticed Jimin looking at him but quickly looking away, all the while sneaking glances at him.

He didn’t have the tint of red on his cheeks this time (or maybe he did, Jungkook couldn’t really tell in the dark night), instead he looked doleful. 

Like he’s mad, and upset yet longing.

“He doesn’t hate you Jungkook-ah, he never did. “, Jin said, causing Jungkook to look at him again.

“You’re the only one who went around saying how much you hate him, kook. Only you.”, Jin said as softly as he could, like he knew how fragile and miserable Jungkook felt.

Oh God.

“But ………I don’t mean it”, Jungkook said slowly, looking at his cocoa-stained timberlands, trying to stop that goddamning stinging tug at his chest.

“..I love him,hyung” , he said looking straight at Jin. “You know that” , he whimpered ever so slightly.

“I know Jungkookie, everyone knows.”, Jin said. 

“But just not him”.

Hellooo~! Well, this took a long time to write, oops XD . I hope you like it! I swear I’m not trying to be cruel with you guys lol I just want Jungkook to suffer cos he hurt ma poor Jimin.

I know there’s not much going on here but trust me, you’ll need a breather like this for the next chapter… ;) bombs will be dropped lol.

Thanks for reading! <3