we stood there watching it

Humans Get Even Weirder (fiction edition)

To add to the growing list on @space-australians

Humans are WEIRD!

Humans can form an emotional bond with anything. ANYTHING. We’re weird. Try explaining to an alien culture crying over a fictional character or having a Book Boyfriend. 

Other species bond, and can bond with individuals of another species (my dog loves me). But humans are the only species we know that can get emotionally attached to something or someone they know doesn’t exist. 

Imagine a human breaking down into tears over their favorite movie and the aliens trying to understand.

Alien: But, you said this individual does not exist?

Human: Yes! *sobbing* 

Alien: But you are crying.

Human: Didn’t you see him die?!?!

Alien: But he isn’t real. The actor stood up again. We watched the bonus scene.

Human: BUT I LOVE HIM!!!!! 

Clueless (M)

A one-shot based on a request from @angustdissin. Hope you like it!

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Roommate! Jungkook, smut and fluff

Warnings: Slightly Dom!Jungkook

Word count: 7,469 words


You were greeted with the sound of the TV blaring from the living room when you opened the front door of your house. Although he couldn’t see or hear you, it didn’t stop you from letting out a small sigh accompanied with a smile to yourself as you untied your sneakers and put them away neatly on the shoe rack. The thick white socks you wore made your steps quiet.

As you padded into the house, you weren’t surprised to find your roommate sprawled on the floor with his back leaning against the lower half of the couch and his long legs stretched carelessly under the coffee table. He was staring at the show playing on his laptop on the table but you weren’t sure if he was really paying attention to it. At first you opened your mouth to check if he needed a call back to Earth, then you saw the gaggle of men and women sprinting across the screen and gasped.

“JUNGKOOK! How could you?!”

Your shriek of righteous indignation caused him to jump in surprise, knocking his leg against the table. He turned around, scowling at you while rubbing his palm over the injured spot. “Ow! What the hell?”

“You’re watching Survivor without me!” The accident didn’t matter to you, actually it was well deserved in your opinion for jumping the gun instead of waiting for you to come home.

“Oh,” he said, glancing at the computer screen for a split second before turning back to you. At least he had the decency to look and sound sheepish. “Sorry. I was trying to distract myself and I didn’t know what else to do.”

“How come you’re home so early, anyway?” You asked as you sat down on the couch next to where he was sitting on the floor. It wasn’t unusual, but you wanted to know what happened, as usual. Jungkook and you told each other pretty much everything. “Did she kick your loser ass out of her house?”

Jungkook snorted derisively, then paused to look up at you. “Maybe.”

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at his cryptic answer. Taking in the sight of him, long, muscly and handsome, one of his forearms propped up on a bent knee, looking cool as cucumber, you had a hard time believing any girl would kick him out of her house. Opening your mouth, you started to question this unlikely story but he cut you off before you could even utter a single syllable.

“Come on, let’s get ice-cream and pick up some snacks to munch on while we watch this,” he paused the show, stood up and offered a hand to you. The mention of ice-cream immediately distracted you from further interrogation and you placed your hand in his to allow him to pull you up.

“I still can’t believe you watched without me,” you muttered as you snatched your purse and followed him out the door.

A bark of laughter escaped from him and he clapped his arm around your shoulder. His knuckle grinding against the side of your head was teasing but it made you huff and squirm out of his grasp irritatedly. “I thought you’ve watched season twenty before.”

“Just because we’re rewatching them doesn’t mean that I appreciate you playing it without me,” you retorted. “We were supposed to see the whole thing together!”

“Relax, we can just replay that episode from the beginning,” he assured you. “I couldn’t pay attention to any of it anyway.”

After grabbing some chips from the convenience store and an ice-cream cone each from the ice-cream shop, the two of you took a relaxed stroll home. Your raspberry ice-cream was almost gone and you were eyeing Jungkook’s half-eaten one. He was quick to notice the longing look on your face and put on a show of slurping his dessert extra loudly with a smirk, just to annoy you. Catching yourself, you threw him a dirty look and fished for a topic to distract yourself from your sweet tooth impulses.

“So, what happened on the date? I thought you wouldn’t come home tonight. Either that or I have to put my headphones on full blast,” you grinned and elbowed him in attempt to make light on the situation. An eye roll told you that it failed to amuse him.

“The date was okay,” he shrugged. “I’d just rather spend the night finishing of this season is all.”

You wondered if the date really went well or if he got rejected and was too embarrassed to admit it. There was no reason for a young man like Jungkook to turn down the prospect of sex for a rerun of Survivor, no matter how good the show was. “Did she… not enjoy the date?” The question was far from tactful but sensitivity had never been your forte. It was a mark of impressive self-restraint on your part not to have asked him this before. The sad truth was Jungkook had never returned home late from a date. You never had to turn your headphones on full volume either.

Jungkook popped the last bite of the ice-cream cone into his mouth, munching slowly as he thought of an answer. “Maybe.” Another obscure response. You concluded that the date, like his previous dates with scores of other girls, was a failure and that he didn’t want to talk about it so you decided not to press the matter. When you brought around a change of topic, he seemed glad for the respite and participated in the new discussion with more vigour.

However, as you watched the contestants jumping in each others’ throats at the Tribal Council later, you found yourself unable to stop thinking about Jungkook’s dating life. It was incomprehensible that such a handsome, smart guy like your roommate to never have a successful date. At first you thought it was because Jungkook was picky, but when you asked him about the girls he went out with, he had nothing but good things to say about them. It couldn’t be that he had a bad personality either. You knew there were girls who would put up with class A jerks just because they were as good-looking and popular as Jungkook was.

On the contrary, Jungkook is a great guy. He was thoughtful, well-mannered and funny. You always found him to be good company. So why was it that for the time that you’d known him, he had never been a relationship or even went out with the same girl more than once?

“Do you pay for the girl’s share of the meal when you go out?” You asked suddenly.

Instead of answering, he tapped your shoulder gently with the hand that was resting on you, acknowledging that he’d heard you say something but was too preoccupied to answer. You forced yourself to focus on the screen. One of the contestants just dropped an unexpected bomb and Jeff, the host was expressing his surprise. When a man stood to cast the first vote, Jungkook used the arm that he had wrapped around your shoulders to squeeze you in apology and shifted his attention to you. “Sorry. What did you say?”

The brief window had given you the opportunity to second guess your decision to bring up the subject again, but you forged ahead anyway. “When you go on a date, do you pay for the girl’s meal?” You repeated.

“Mm-hmm,” he answered noncommittally.

“Did things get… awkward?” You continued, trying to pinpoint the problem.

“Not as awkward as you’re being right now.” His teasing earned him an elbow in the ribs.

“I’m serious, Jeon,” you admonished him.

Sighing softly, he returned, “Why do you care, anyway? It’s not as if you have a boyfriend. Shouldn’t you worry about yourself first?”

Had the statement come from anyone else, it might have been offensive, but this was Jungkook. His gentle tone and impassive face told you that there was no vicious intent behind them. You couldn’t tell him the real reason why you were concerned though. Not when you couldn’t even admit it to yourself. You’d had a crush on him ever since you moved in. However, you were too cowardly to voice it out loud, afraid that it would make things awkward between you. The thought of rejection was too scary and you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with him, afraid to lose the comfort that he provided, the confidant you trusted and the companion you had when you were at here at home.

“You know I’m too busy to date.” That much was true. Juggling studies with a job was tough and tiring. All you wanted to do when you had any free time was just relax at home, so it didn’t give you many opportunities to meet new people. Besides, you had all the companion that you wanted in Jungkook, although that might change if he actually got a girlfriend. Even though the prospect of him dating someone else was daunting, you wanted it to happen, partly because you wanted him to be happy, but mostly because you hoped that if he was unavailable you would stop pining over him and move on. “I just care about you, that’s all.”

His expression remained inscrutable and no words came out of his mouth, so you went on, “Do you think you might have said or talked about something inappropriate or upset them in some way?”

Apparently he thought that the reading of the votes was more interesting than the subject at hand, because he turned his attention back to the screen. “They never said anything, so how would I know if I’d offended them?”

“True…” you said softly, prepared to digress and enjoy the rest of the show.

“Maybe you should teach me how to date properly,” the words came out in a mumble but you caught them. Thinking that it was a joke, you giggled and agreed. “Maybe I should, you hopeless boy!”

Suddenly he leaned forward to tap the space bar on the laptop to pause the video, jostling you out of the comfortable cuddle you two were in. “Will you let me take you out on a date, then?”

“What?” Eyes wide at the abrupt turn of events, you sputtered. “I - ah -”

“You’re free this weekend, aren’t you?”

You nodded mutely. Your weekends were always free, reserved for completing assignments and getting some highly-necessary resting time, and Jungkook knew this so there was no use pretending you had something better to do.

“Saturday it is, then,” he said. Satisfied that he had settled the matter, he put the video on play and gathered you back into his arms. The next few episodes you watched were a blur. You couldn’t believe what had just happened - Jungkook had asked you out on a date. A practice date, but still. Tilting your head up ever so slightly, you cast a glance at him. His eyes were trained on the moving images in front of him and you sincerely hoped that he didn’t notice your heart threatening to beat right out of your chest.

It was funny how time flew when you were anxious about something. In no time at all, the entire week passed by and it was almost Saturday noon. You had woken up at the crack of dawn and was too nervous to go back to sleep, so you had lain on your bed for hours until you heard Jungkook moving about his room. The sounds stirred you to traipse into the bathroom and take a shower before fixing some sandwiches to tide both of you over since he said he would be taking you out to dinner after your day out.

The destination of your date had been kept a secret from you so you were now standing in front of your mirror holding up clothes to your body, wondering what to wear. The entire contents of your wardrobe covered your bed but you still couldn’t decide on an outfit. He had said that it was casual, but you were unsure of how much effort you should put into this. It wasn’t a real date after all, you were just going out to see what he had been doing wrong during his numerous dates and perhaps offer him some advice. You didn’t want to look too eager. Still, a part of you wanted to look nice. It had been a long time since you went out on a date, and even though it was a pretend one, it couldn’t hurt to look the part.

Stepping out of your room, you found that Jungkook was already waiting for you. He was sitting on the couch, facing away but when he heard your door open, he turned around and the way the beautiful features of his face rearranged themselves told you that the effort you had put in was worth it.

You had slipped on a simple white dress with flowery lace lining the edges. Your hair wasn’t worn in the serviceable ponytail or the comfortable bun he was used to seeing, but was free, curling loosely down your back. The makeup you had put on was simple and minimal, but considering that you rarely wore any, you knew that it made a marked difference to your usual simple getup. Jungkook’s eyes traveled up and down, taking in your appearance in silent awe.

“Too much?” You asked, nervously fingering the bottom of your dress. He quickly shook his head.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly. His smile was returned with a tentative one of your own as you breathed more easily.

The moment was almost magical, both you and Jungkook were too absorbed in it to speak. He looked good, but he always did. He was wearing one of his nicer shirts paired with a pair of dark blue jeans, and his brown hair was combed neatly, his fringe covering most of his forehead. Then he spoke and broke the spell. “Shall we go then?”

For the first time, an awkward silence loomed over you and Jungkook as he drove his car towards the mysterious destination. Conversations, both silly and serious had never failed to flow between the two of you, but that was when you were friends and roommates just hanging out. It was funny how a different mindset changed all that.

Your fears soon proved to be unfounded though. Jungkook asked about the professor teaching one of your classes that he had taken the previous year and it broke the ice. The strict and boring professor had been thoroughly abused by the time Jungkook slid his hands along the steering wheel to park the car in reverse. In fact, you enjoyed gossiping about him so much that you didn’t notice that he had brought you to the aquarium that you had been dying to go to. Your head swiveled to look excitedly at him only to find that he was already grinning at you, happy to see your reaction.

“You remembered!” You exclaimed, impressed. Your desire to visit was only mentioned once in passing so you never expected him to remember.

He chuckled triumphantly. “Come on.”

You were surprised to find out that he had already purchased the tickets beforehand. A short argument broke out because he refused to accept your offer to pay for your ticket but he insisted, and you decided to let him have this one.

The aquarium was absolutely amazing. You couldn’t help ooh-ing and aah-ing over the sharks and stingrays swimming in the water underneath your white wedges, marveling at the stunning display of colourful corals between which smaller fishes darted. Jungkook pointed out Nemo and Dory, making the two of you giggle as you watched the bright fishes move among the coral reefs.

“Isn’t it mind-boggling to see a whole ecosystem in here?” he whispered almost reverently, staring at the brilliant array of underwater creatures in various sizes that gave the impression of colourful moving stars on a backdrop of a beautiful deep blue sky. You nodded, your head angled upwards to drink in the display of the underwater walk-through tunnel. No further words were needed to complete the moment. It felt like time stood still, neither of you moving until you finally pulled yourself out of your reverie to turn sideways to look at Jungkook.

He had an amused smile on his face when you caught him staring at you. Apparently he had been watching you enjoy the exhibit and was waiting for you to decide to move on. You flushed at the thought of him inwardly laughing at your open-mouthed gawking at the show. Clearing your throat, you said, “Ahem - should we move on?”

Turning around the corner to the next part of the exhibit had you squealing in delight when you laid your eyes upon black and white penguins. Rushing forward, you realised that you were dragging Jungkook by the hand and looked down in surprise. Since when did you start holding hands? You would never have had the guts to reach out for his hand, yet you couldn’t recall him taking yours either. It felt so natural that you didn’t notice it.

Following your gaze down to your joined limbs, Jungkook said casually, “What? Isn’t it normal to be holding hands on a date?”

“Yeah…” You agreed, but your voice trailed off. You could hardly believe that you were holding hands with Jungkook. Sure, you had cuddled with him lounging on the couch while you watched the tube, but that was more of a good friends-roommate thing. Somehow this was more intimate. Sensing your hesitation, he interlaced his fingers with yours, engulfing your hand in his big one in a more secure hold, as if unwilling to let you take it back.

Before you could comment on it, he had pulled you forward to gush at the African penguins. The waddling penguins thrilled you enough to allow you to recover from the shock, but his skin felt a little too warm against your palm. You suddenly were much too worried that he could feel it getting sweaty from nervousness to fully appreciate the effort that had been put into the tank to mimic the penguins’ natural environment. It got even worse when Jungkook leaned down to point out a pair of birds grooming each other in a nest box. His breathy laughter blowing in your ear sent electrifying chills down your spine but you pretended that nothing was wrong, that you weren’t having heart palpitations from close contact with your roommate in a middle of a public place.

The rest of the visit passed by in a blur. All you could think about was the way he made your heart beat fast and that you never wanted this day to end. When you got back from a bathroom break, he even bought a beautiful blue dolphin key chain for you, one to match the red one he got for himself. Upon closer inspection, a grain of rice floated in the blue liquid. The small white grain bore your name in minuscule writing, magnified by the fluid. “This is cool!” You exclaimed.

“Isn’t it?” He gushed, pleased that you were happy with the souvenir. You’d never seen him beam with such happiness that it flustered you. When he led you to the gorgeous aquarium restaurant, you barely took notice of the beautiful setting of the pristine white tables surrounded by an enormous tank teeming with aquatic life. The food was delicious but completely wasted on you as you tried to marshal all the concentration you could muster to keep up with the conversation. You must have done a good job because he seemed none the wiser, chatting about everything from studies to work to the great exhibits at the aquarium.

Any semblance of normalcy only returned to you when Jungkook called for the check. You had graciously let him pay for the entrance fee, so you absolutely refused to allow him to pay for dinner as well. A place such as this was undoubtedly expensive. Unfortunately, when the waiter returned, the check was given to Jungkook, who resolutely kept the slim black checkbook away from you. The aggravating man quickly slipped in his card into the fold and handed it back to the waiter before you could even say a word, grinning to himself over his success at paying for the whole thing.

“Why didn’t you let me pay?” You fumed. “I should’ve gotten that, you already paid for our tickets!”

“Weren’t you the one who told me that the guy should pay on a date?” He sniggered.

“Well, yes, either that or go dutch if the girl is uncomfortable with you paying,” you grudgingly agreed. “But this isn’t a real date!”

His laughter died at once, sunny expression giving way to hurt marring his gorgeous face. “Not a real date?”

Your hands toyed with the napkin in your lap, nervousness amped back up at his reaction. “Isn’t this supposed to be a practice date so we can figure out what you’re doing wrong?”

“Right,” he mumbled, accepting the receipt when the waiter came back with it.

The abrupt change in his demeanour was befuddling to you. The air became so thick with confusing tension that you felt guilty for an unknown reason, enough so that your intention of paying for the meal completely disappeared from your mind. Desperate to make things right, you fumbled for something to talk about and luckily Jungkook followed your cue. Easy conversation revolving around unimportant topics filled the drive home and at the end of the ride, the atmosphere was as light as it was before you committed that faux pas.

You’d never gone out on a date and return home with said date without having sex though. When you saw him pause after taking off his shoes, you knew that he was thinking of the same thing. The two of you stood near the entryway of your home, both unsure of what to do or say. Then the absurdity of the situation hit you.

“I know I’m supposed to be the one giving pointers today, but… what do people usually do at the end of a date?” You chuckled, completely forgetting that it was you who said that it wasn’t a date earlier.

Jungkook flashed you his signature shy smile that never failed to cause your heart to do a backflip. “I guess they say goodnight,” he shrugged.

“So…” You started, but you didn’t want to finish. Truthfully, you never wanted this to end. Even though you had said otherwise, it was the only date you’d have with Jungkook, and you wanted to prolong it for as long as you could.

“So…” He continued, moving forward and placing a hand on your shoulder. “Goodnight.” But neither of you moved.

Taking a deep breath as if steeling himself, he closed the remaining distance. The hand that was on your shoulder slid against your skin up your neck to cup the side of your face as he leaned down to kiss you.

The kiss was hesitant, just a gentle pressure applied behind his lips, giving you the choice of pulling away if the advance was unwanted. Contrary to his belief, you never wanted anything more. The shock at him finally kissing you, something that you’d only daydreamed about wore off extremely quickly. Resting your palms on his hard chest for balance, you tiptoed on the balls of your feet to kiss him back.

Upon sensing your reciprocation, Jungkook immediately deepened the kiss. His other hand cradled the back of your neck to tilt your head so he could crush his lips against yours roughly. His tongue traveled the line between your lips, a silent request for access, and it darted into your mouth the moment you acquiesced. Leisurely he explored your mouth, his tongue twirling with yours in a sloppy dance. A moan formed in the back of your throat as you felt heat starting to pool between your legs.

Then your eyes flew open. You couldn’t do this. If this continued, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from jumping his bones. Where would you hide your face after he rejects you? For all you knew, you could have already made things awkward between you, and you didn’t want to incur further damage, so with great effort, you pulled away from him.

“Good - goodnight,” you panted, extricating yourself from him and running into your bedroom, closing the door behind you before he could say another word.

You leaned against the back of the door, still breathing heavily, and tried to regain your bearings. What had just happened? That was the best kiss you’d ever had your entire life. It was unbelievable that one kiss had managed to arouse you so much that you knew your panties were soaked through without even checking. You pushed yourself off the support of the door and sat on the bed, burying your face in your hands and groaning.

Jungkook was just casually kissing you goodnight, wasn’t he? Why did you have to go and make it all hot and bothered? Now things were going to be so weird with him. Even if by some miracle, your friendship wasn’t ruined, how would you be able to handle him having a girlfriend? Just the thought of another girl being the recipient of that burning, passionate kiss, having him hold her hand, even being the reason for his small smile was already making your gut twist into a painful knot.

That can be dealt with later, you thought. The most important thing was to salvage your friendship. You couldn’t let him know that you were nursing a crush on him, although now you were sure that it had progressed far past that stage. He might distance himself from you because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings by not returning them. You’d rather be hurt than be deprived of his company, even as a friend.

Making up your mind, you reached for your phone and scrolled through the contacts. You found the phone number of your classmate who had been begging for you to set her up with Jungkook. Before this, you were reluctant because you were secretly afraid that she and Jungkook would hit it off, but there was no help for it now. This was the best way to prove to him that the whole thing meant nothing to you.

The next morning found you grumpy but resolute. Jungkook has risen earlier than you did, as he usually did on Sundays so he could go on his morning run. He had already taken a shower and was munching on cereal at the dining table when you emerged from your room.

“Good morning,” you said, relieved that your voice came out sounding normal.

“Morning,” he returned, but his attention was still on the phone in his left hand. It didn’t deter you though.

“Listen,” you began, sitting on the chair opposite him, “There’s a friend of mine from class, Elly, she’s cute and really nice, and she’s been asking me to introduce her to you. What do you think?”

Finally, he looked up at you, his eyebrows raised. A moment later, his expression had become inscrutable and his eyes were trained on his phone again as he said, “Sure. Just give her my number, if you want.”

“Great,” you exclaimed with false enthusiasm. While you sent his number to your friend, he shoveled the rest of his breakfast into his mouth, got up to wash the dishes and walked out without saying another word. You didn’t think too much of it until he turned up just before noon to announce that he was going out on a date with Elly.

“That was quick,” you commented, trying to hide your surprise even as you felt your heart grow heavy as if it was filled with lead.

“No sense in waiting,” he shrugged. He was in and out of his bedroom in less than thirty minutes, but you noticed that he looked and smelled as nice as he did when he went out with you yesterday. It made you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from frowning.

You desperately wanted not to care about his date, but here you were, still sitting in front of the TV watching a drama that you had never seen before. Since you hadn’t watched the previous episodes, nothing made sense but you couldn’t bring yourself to go into your room to do something that was probably more productive. You needed to know how the date turned out, even if you had to wait until tomorrow morning, although you prayed that it would not take that long.

Your prayers were answered when he returned not long after sunset. Although your heart lightened at the possibility that nothing too intimate had happened, you couldn’t help calling out to him, “Back so soon?” Right after you heard the front door bang shut.

“Yeah.” He was lingering near the doorway, presumably taking off his shoes.

“How did it go?”

“Okay,” he answered shortly as he marched into his room. The door closed with a final click.

You pouted, even though there was no one around to see it. Why was he in such a foul mood? He had never disregarded you like that before. Did the date turn out badly? It couldn’t have been his doing. If yesterday was any indication, Jungkook knew how to treat a girl well. Was it your friend who was at fault, then?

For the first time after hours of sitting on the couch, you got up to your bedroom to call her. She picked up within the first three rings.

“Hi Elly,” you said, wondering how you could go about this without being suspicious. “Jungkook just got back. Did everything go well? I didn’t expect him back so early.”

“It was okay, I guess,” she said in a similar manner to Jungkook’s. Then she sighed heavily. “Actually I asked him if he wanted to go back to my place but he said no. To be honest, the whole time he didn’t seem to be interested at all. Maybe he’s just not ready for a relationship. Or anything casual, even. I did make it clear that I didn’t mind not being exclusive or anything. Do you think it was me?”

After reassuring her that she wasn’t at fault, you headed to Jungkook’s bedroom. Your head was spinning but you needed to get to the bottom of this. The door opened to a very astonished Jungkook. The two of you spent most of your waking hours in the house in the living room together, but you rarely bothered each other once you were in your bedrooms. It was an unspoken agreement that your own rooms were your sanctuary; your private space.

“Can we talk?” You asked nicely, not wanting to sound confrontational right off the bat.

“Of course,” he said, stepping aside so you could enter. He gestured you to sit on the chair by his desk whereas he sat on the edge of his bed.

“I just talked to Elly,” you decided to dive right in. “She said that you didn’t seem to be interested in her, or any part of the date. Was there something wrong with her?”

“She said that, huh,” he chortled, but there was no humour behind it. “I didn’t realise that I had been so obvious all this time.”

“What do you mean?”

“The reason I didn’t seem interested was probably because I wasn’t.”

You were confused. If he didn’t want to date, why did he go on so many? “You’re not interested in dating, or is it Elly? She’s a great girl.”

“There’s nothing wrong with Elly,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand. “I am interested in dating.”

He was still being as cryptic as ever and your patience was wearing thin. “Jungkook, can you just cut the bullshit and tell me what the problem is? It’s clearly not your dating skills, or the girls you’ve been going out with.”

“You want me to be clear? Fine, I’ll be clear with you.” His expression had turned dark and moody. “I want to date, but the only person I’m interested in dating is you, okay?”

He couldn’t have been more clearer than that, but his statement had you dumbfounded. “Me? But - I thought - why didn’t you tell me before?”

His sigh was heartfelt. “You don’t seem interested in me, and I was afraid of jeopardising our friendship. Do you know how hard it was for me to finally ask you out that night? I used a stupid excuse to ask, but I did. It really hurt when you said that it wasn’t a real date.”

“I’m sorry,” you said remorsefully. How were you to explain that you did it to protect yourself? Even now when he was pouring his heart out, you were scared. It seemed too good to be true.

He continued as if you hadn’t said anything. “Then there was that kiss… it was amazing. You kissed me back, and I wanted it to be more, so much more, but you practically ran away from me. Then this morning you were so quick to set me up with your friend. If that wasn’t a clear rejection, what was?” Again, he emitted that hollow laugh. “Look, just forget that I said all this okay? I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

“Jungkook, you got it all wrong.” He had been honest with you. It was your turn to be forthcoming with your own feelings, especially now that you know that he felt the same way. “I’ve had a crush on you since the first day I met you. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. I had no idea that you like me. Come on, a guy like you with someone like me?” You snorted.

The genuinely bewildered look on Jungkook’s face was absolutely adorable. “What do you mean, someone like you? You’re perfect.” Before you could argue, he asked, “If you like me, then why do you push me to go on dates? Why are you so determined for them to be successful?”

“Because I hoped that if you’re with someone else I could forget about you,” you admitted in a small voice.

“So all this time, we’ve liked each other but both of us were too stupid to say anything?” He asked incredulously.

“We’re idiots, aren’t we?” You laughed. You had never felt so light and giddy. The person you had a crush on, who had become such an important person to you, actually felt the same way you did!

“Come here,” he commanded, and you walked the few steps towards him. When you got close enough, he grabbed your hand and pulled you downwards so that you fell into his lap with a squeal. His face was so close to yours that you could feel puffs of warm air hit your face as his breathing accelerated. You could feel your own pulse beat irregularly from the anticipation. “Let’s promise never to keep things from each other again, okay?”

You grinned and nodded your agreement. If only you’d known how he felt… you wanted to lament over lost time, but that was pointless and the important thing was you knew now. Did he ever look at me so lovingly before? You wondered, gazing back at him as he tenderly brushed away a strand of stray hair, tucking it behind your ear. The same hand rested on the back of your head to push you to meet his lips. The kiss was not hesitant as the previous one was. It was hungry, passionate, his arms circling around you to hold you tightly in his arms as he bruised your lips.

You’d never known that he was this assertive and rough before. The Jungkook you knew was considerate, soft and very gentle. It was as though you were discovering a whole new side of him; the Jungkook who had kept his feelings from you for almost a year for the sake of your friendship. Along with this revelation, you also found out something about yourself: you had always loved the roommate you’d known for months, but this Jungkook drove you crazy. You returned the kiss with equal fervor, and the more you moaned, the more insistent he became.

However, you wanted more of him. You wanted all of him. So you broke the kiss, ignoring his protests and pulled his shirt off. Sinking to your knees, you tugged on his grey sweatpants and he raised his hips obligingly to let you pull it down with his boxers, having caught on. His painfully hard erection almost hit your face as it burst free of its confines. It had been a while since you had sex and the sight intimidated you at first, but you grabbed the base with your fist. Your hand looked small wrapped around the throbbing shaft, the end of which oozed with precum, and your tongue darted out to flick it into your mouth. Above you, Jungkook hissed and raked his fingers through your hair. Taking the hint, you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock until you reached the head, swirling all over the reddened tip.

The fingers in your hair tensed. You looked up at him and smirked at the mess that you’d reduced him to. Under his hooded lids, his brown eyes had blown dark with lust. He was looking at you like a starved hyena, and it shot arrows of hunger right down to your lower region. Never taking your eyes off of his, you took him into your mouth, slowly descending upon his length until you’d swallowed all of him. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you fought the gag reflex but you held your ground. You kept still but you swallowed several times around him, making him groan at the sensation before you pulled yourself back, gasping for air.

After recovering a little, you started to bob your head up and down his cock. Your hand pumped from the base to meet your lips. Humming against his length, you enjoyed his moans as the vibrations heightened the sensation. Every once in a while you broke the rhythm by taking him whole inside your mouth like you did at first. Then you retreated to suck hard on the head, allowing your fist to twist lightly as you pumped his cock. You could hear him snarl just before he tugged you off of him completely.

“Don’t you think you’re being unfair, you little tease?” His voice had grown coarse and gravelly with the prolonged stimulation, but it only served to arouse you more. He yanked you off the floor, throwing you onto the bed and made quick work of the little clothes you wore. In no time, your nightshirt, bra and panties had joined his clothes on the floor and you were completely bare before him. His lips met yours briefly before it trailed down your neck to your chest. You could feel his wet tongue circling your nipple while his fingers toyed with the other one, teasing them into hardened peaks. Satisfied with his work, he blew lightly on the sensitive tips, making you mewl before he moved further down.

Your legs were pressed tightly together, reluctant to show him just how wet he had gotten you, but he was having none of it. He pried them open to stare at your soaked core. “You’re dripping onto the sheets,” he commented with satisfaction, his strong hands keeping your legs spread when you tried to close them in mortification. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help you clean this up, hmm?”

Boyfriend? You didn’t get a chance to question him because he dipped his head between your legs and robbed you of any coherent speech. His tongue licked strips up your slit, lapping up your juices, and it was your turn to tug on his dark brown hair as he explored your folds with his tongue. The rough pads of his thumb flicked over your clit repeatedly, bringing you towards an orgasm with every lightning speed movement. All thoughts of dignity completely forgotten, you pressed him into your mound with your hands even as your hips angled upwards to ride his face. He didn’t complain, simply groaning with gratification at hearing his name fall from your lips as you came undone, a rush of liquid gushing out into his mouth.

You were still dazed when he picked you up to move you with him further up the bed. Depositing you onto the pillows, he hovered over you, enjoying your frazzled, contented appearance. He kissed you again, pulling at your swollen bottom lip between his teeth as his fingers made their way back to your pussy. You squirmed from over sensitivity but he was relentless. Two long fingers slipped into your slick heat and he started finger fucking you roughly. The discomfort from being overstimulated soon gave way to mounting pressure and you felt another coil of pleasure tightening in your belly. You couldn’t pull away, not from his kiss, not from his hands, in fact, you clutched onto his muscled arms and your legs wrapped around his back, bringing him even closer to you.

Any call for him was swallowed by his mouth as you burst for the second time around his fingers. He kept them moving, helping you ride your orgasm to completion, letting you hold onto him for support as you shook beneath him. Breaking the kiss, he looked into your bleary eyes, and you felt the hard, engorged tip of his cock pushing against your entrance. “You’re so mean,” You whispered, but lifted your head up to engage him in another kiss, giving him permission to slowly enter you.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he breathed against your lips when he’d bottomed out inside you. Incapable of any words, you moaned in agreement. You had never felt so good, and it only got better once he started moving. Gradually, he built up the pace until he was plowing into you hard, the sound of his hips slapping against yours accompanied the moans and groans that filled his bedroom. His thrusts grew so forceful that he had to hold onto your waist to keep you in place.

“Look at me,” he whispered, and your eyes opened to see him looking down at you. His gaze was so intense that you turned your head to the side to avoid the burning eyes that were piercing into your soul, but he grabbed your chin to make you face him again. “No, don’t you dare look away. I want you to look at me as I fuck you to oblivion.” You squealed as his dirty words were punctuated with a sharp snap of his hips into you, making you close your eyes before a growl reminded you of his command and you opened them again.

He was pushing you towards the edge again embarrassingly quickly, but you didn’t care. His pink lips muttered your name over and over again as his thrusts became more sporadic, telling you that he was getting close himself. “Jungkook,” you whimpered, the impending orgasm overwhelming your whole being.

“Come for me,” he implored, his dark eyes still locked onto yours. Sweat dripped from the ends of his hair onto your cheeks from the exertion. He had never looked so beautiful. The plea caused you to topple off the cliff, screaming his name and arching your back, pressing your sensitive nipples against his broad chest, heightening the sensation of your walls clamping down on his cock as you writhed and shook violently beneath him.

Your tightening channel on his throbbing cock proved too much for him to withstand, and with several hard thrusts, he groaned loudly and slowed down. You could feel the warmth of his seed filling you up inside as he pounded a few more times into you, letting it all out before stopping completely. Short kisses followed, none too long for both of you needed to fill your lungs with air, but the thought of not kissing him was repugnant.

“Looks like you don’t have to ask me how my dates go anymore,” Jungkook said shortly afterwards as you cuddled contentedly on his bed.

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll be there to see how they go yourself, silly,” he chortled and pinched your cheek. “Y/n, you’ll be my girlfriend, won’t you?” He asked, suddenly unsure of himself.

“Of course,” you answered, tilting your head up to kiss him so he wouldn’t see your blushing face.

You walked away for the last time today. And for the last time, I begged you not to leave. I don’t know how to say I love you without sounding pathetic anymore, the words that used to fall so easily from my lips are now barricaded behind my teeth begging for me to let them slip just one last time. Even knowing it wouldn’t change anything I long to hear you say them back just to remind me that they once meant as much to you as they do to me. But I watched you walk away today and I’m still standing in that same spot you left me in. I’m standing here still trying to understand how things changed so quickly and why I’m standing here alone when so many nights we stood here together. But I watched you walk away today, and I said nothing.
The Preschool Teacher - Chapter 10

Harry quickly walked through the doors of the Emergency Department, clutching so tightly to your hand that you could barely feel it, with you nearly at a slow jog trying to keep up with his long legs.

“My son was brought in…Jackson Styles,” Harry told the nurse at the front desk. “Can you tell me where he is, please?”

The nurse took you both through a hallway and a couple of doors, until you stopped in your tracks, seeing Ramona sitting in a chair, drinking a cup of coffee in a small waiting room.

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After the Battle of Hogwarts

Harry Potter

Originally posted by theeskyisthelimit

I sat on the cot taking in the scene that laid out in front of me, Madam Pomfrey and many volunteers making their way to each person healing their wounds, I glanced around looking for my boyfriend but he was nowhere to be seen. I stared at the entrance to the great hall hoping he would walk in any moment, as soon as I saw his messy black hair I jumped up and ran to him, “Harry” I breathed as I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding his head close to me “I was so worried” I whispered into his ear. “I’m fine y/n, I’m so glad you’re okay” he reassured me rubbing my back. “I love you” I told him for the first time, “I love you too” he smiled pulling away staring into my eyes. 

Ron Weasley 

Originally posted by coupleromance

I walked out of the great entrance towards the bridge, I carefully stepped over the crumbled rocks, doing my best not to trip. Madam Pomfrey ordered me to stay off my feet, I had a mild concussion but I couldn’t sit around and wait for Ron to come and get himself looked at. Knowing him he was off with Harry and Hermione but he should be getting his injuries looked at, i spotted the fiery red hair across the bridge with his 2 famous friends “Ron!” I shouted catching his attention, I jogged towards him, I rested my head on his chest, “love, are you okay?” he asked stroking my hair, “you should be inside” I whispered “all of you” I said turning to face Harry and Hermione “y/n, what happened to your head?” he asked grazing his thumb over the band-aid on my forehead “mild concussion” I mumbled, smiling weakly. He shook his head at me “alright, let’s go” he smiled taking my hand as we walked back to the school.

George Weasley 

Originally posted by evanpetersisbaeeee

I sat next to my crying boyfriend as he stared at his other half, tears falling down his face, I knew there was nothing I could say to make him feel better, Fred and George were inseparable, it was unimaginable to have one without the other. But now here we sat, one half of a whole, laying peacefully on the floor, the other half hovering over closely trying to imagine how terrible life could be now that his best friend is gone. I leaned my head on his shoulder, my arm wrapped around him, rubbing his arm “this is a nightmare” he sobbed trying to convince himself this wasn’t real, a tear fell from my eye I was watched the love of my life sit here heartbroken “I’m so sorry George” I whispered. He shook his head, drying his eyes “I shouldn’t have left him, this is all my fault” he cried “George, this isn’t your fault, if you were with him you would have died too” I said, shuttering at the thought. “It would’ve been better that way” he whispered,  my heart felt like it was stuck in my throat, hating myself because he thought that way “George, I love you, I can’t live without you, it’ll be okay” I sniffled, pressing my lips to his shoulder. “I love you too, I just miss him so much” he said dropping his head, the tears starting again, we sat there mourning over Fred and Percy wrapped in each other’s arms, both silently praying it was all a nightmare.

Fred Weasley

Originally posted by lana9sgod

I ran into the Great hall searching every where for the Weasley family until I spotted the group of red heads, I saw the group of them in tears, hovering over something. My heart stopped praying it wasn’t who I thought it was, I spotted George on the ground in tears, I slowly glanced over to see who it was, “Fred” I screamed dropping to the floor, holding my chest, the tears blinded my vision, I took deep breaths but it was like I couldn’t get enough air. It was like an elephant stomped on my chest, I wiped my eyes as I saw Ron standing next to me helping me up, I slowly walked over to his lifeless body, I threw myself onto him hoping I could hug him back to life “Fred, love, please, please wake up” I cried stroking his face. “Y/n, he’s gone” Molly whispered, hugging her husband “no, no he can’t be, Fred please, this is just a joke you’re just pulling a prank, it’s not funny anymore please baby wake up” I cried pushing his hair out of his face. I lay on his chest hugging him until finally I was pulled away by Ron while Arthur pulled George away, I latched onto George crying into him “he loved you so much y/n” George whispered “I didn’t get to tell him I loved him, one last time” I sobbed “he knew” he assured me “I’m so sorry George, he loved you more than anything, overtime we hung out he always had to tell me a story about you and him” I told him. We stood there comforting each other watching as Fred was carried away.

Draco Malfoy

Originally posted by relationshipaims

As I sat in the broken courtyard the scene of Draco walking over to his parents, to the death eaters, to Voldemort replayed in my head. I begged him not to leave, he didn’t have to go to their side, he could’ve stayed, but he was scared, scared of what Voldemort would do to the ones he loved. I don’t know where he went or if it’s safe to write him, if his dad will get mad. “I don’t want to talk Harry” I shouted as I heard footsteps behind me “well Potter may not be of any help but I might be” the familiar voice said. I spun around seeing Draco, his hair fallen into his eyes, dirt all over his black suit and pale face “Draco” I breathed walking towards him, he pulled me into his arms holding me tightly “I thought i would never see you again” I cried, burying my head in his neck “you thought I would ever leave you? and without even saying good bye?” he asked heartbroken. “I thought your father-” I started, “my father is gone, mother kicked him out, then sent me to come find you” he whispered kissing my head “I love you y/n, so so much” he mumbled into my hair “I love you too” I whispered not ever wanting to let go.

Truth or Drink

Bringing Peter to a party causes more upset than you would’ve imagined…

(3,000 words)

Warnings: drinking, some violence, Peter being dorky af

A/N: this ended up WAY longer than I was expecting lol. also, this is my first time writing about Peter so let me know what you guys think! and as always, request are OPEN :)

Originally posted by mortallyburningperfection

It was finally here, the last week of high school. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved my years at Midtown Tech, but I was so ready for a change of pace. This was really the last, and kinda the first, week of fun for you. Scholastic Decathlon was last month, so seniors didn’t have to go to practice anymore. The last orchestra concert was two weeks ago, so no more rehearsal. And the Queens of Cheer Competition was last week, so no more tumbling for me. In high school, I made myself the total package so that I would be guaranteed to get into Columbia. The plan worked of course, but it made me miss out on a lot in high school. I never really went to parties because I was always so busy, and after graduation I was starting a full-time job at the library to help pay for college. But that was okay, because I was finally going to a big party this Friday. I had so much lost time to make up for, and the guy who was hosting it has had a huge crush on me since sophomore year. Even though I wasn’t interested, I wasn’t going to say no to free alcohol and a good time. 

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Not So Boring: Part 2 (Riverdale & Teen Wolf) ~ Jughead Jones

“So wait…let me get this straight.” Jughead pointed to me, “You and your cousin are banshees,” He then pointed at Isaac, “you’re a legit werewolf,” he then points over to Stiles who was balancing spoons on his nose, “and you’re…” He trailed off.


“An idiot.” Isaac finished, causing Stiles to punch him in the shoulder only to injure himself.


We had just explained to Jughead about the supernatural and why we were really in in Riverdale after he took us to this nice little diner, with awesome milkshakes.


“Well he’s taking it a lot better than Liam did.” Stiles thought aloud and Isaac and I nodded as we thought back to when the baby beta had first become a werewolf.


“Wait. Who’s Liam?” Jughead questioned from the other side of the booth.


I rolled my eyes, “He’s another beta, like Liam. But he was turned by Scott, by accident…kind of.”


“Hey, Jughead…” A new feminine voice called out as we turned in the booth, towards the sound to see a black haired girl, a blonde haired girl, and a red-headed boy walking towards us. “Hey, new people. I’m Veronica Lodge, nice to meet you.” The black haired girl introduced, I smiled politely at her.


Veronica then pointed to the other girl who waved slightly, “This is Betty,” and then over at the boy, “and this is Archie.”


“I’m (Y/N), this is Stiles, and Isaac.” As I introduced my two friends I noticed Issac’s eyes seemed to be kept on Betty the entire time, he was watching her with soft eyes and wonder. The Lahey boy then sniffed the air, looking around.


“I smell something.” He muttered to Stiles and I causing our eyes to widen.


“What is it?” Stiles asked through a fake smile while looking at the Riverdale residents.


Isaac sniffed again, “I can’t make it out entirely. It smells like…like salt.” The three of us exchanged glances knowing we had to go and figure out where the scent was coming from.


“Hey, Stiles. Don’t we have to go and call Scott? Make sure everything is okay with him?” I asked aloud, trying to get us a gateway out of here.


“Oh yeah,” Stiles stuttered, he was a terrible liar. “The accident was hard on him.”


Betty frowned slightly while Jughead looked at us suspiciously, “Oh no. What happened?”


Isaac, Stiles, and I traded glances before Stiles and Isaac yelled out,


“He fell down the stairs.”


“He was in a fire.”


I mentally face palmed.


The two boys glared at each other before Isaac spoke again, clearing his throat, “He fell down a flight of stairs.”


“Into a fire!” Stiles quickly added, I wanted to tape his mouth shut.


Isaac gritted his teeth as he looked down at the three high schoolers, “Yes, Scott fell down the stairs…into a fire.”


I nodded, “And that’s why we need to call him. ASAP.”


“So we’ll just be right back.” Stiles said as we stood up, scooting out of the booth, the Riverdale kids watching us curiously.


“It was nice meeting you.” I addressed the three, catching Jughead’s eye as he frowned.


“See ya!” Stiles said, before practically running out of the building, Isaac and I quickly following him.


I hit Stiles on the back of his head as soon as we got outside.


“Ow! (Y/N)!” The Stilinski boy whined, cradling the back of his head.


“A fire? Really?” I questioned the boy, frowning as Isaac sniffed the air, before catching the salty scent.


“This way!” He yelled before taking off, his blonde curls bouncing, Stiles and I hot on his heels.

Simon Imagine - The meeting (mentions of Joe Sugg, Dan and Phil, etc)

REQUESTED:  “Hi!! I have a quite different imagine request but one where y/n is a beauty you tuber who lives in america and has a beauty release or something like that “think zoella” and her and Simon have been dating for a while and he surprises her at her product launch party”

The minute I entered the room a giant smile erupted over my face. Everything looked beautiful. The polished wooden floors were sprinkled entirely with glitter, sparkles and confetti, leaving my heels completely covered in a coating of shine. Over every wall were photos, polaroids, all from the several shoots I’d done in the past few years building up to this very moment. Pastels and neons, metallics and glitters, the entire room screamed colour, and it was very reflective of the way I felt in this very moment. I could not believe the job that had been done, and as I thanked everyone I was ecstatic; nobody could have done a better job of promoting the launch of my first ever beauty range.

It wasn’t long before people started arriving. I stood at the door for a while, welcoming those I had not yet met, admiring the clean city streets of London whilst I did so. The entire atmosphere was worlds apart from what I was used to back in LA, and I couldn’t help but feel like I knew which one I preferred. London was smaller, more comforting, less dramatic - there was a definite home vibe to it, and it was massively enjoyable.

“You must be Y/n, right? This event is incredible congratulations!” 

I turned around at the mention of my name, and was instantly greeted face to face by Zoe Sugg, the woman who had inspired me most to construct this event. I felt the blood rush from my face.

“Oh my gosh, Zoe! Thank you so much!”

“Aw it’s okay! Come on, let’s go inside, you shouldn’t be missing out on all the fun!”

I complied politely, taking her arm and walking through the hallway towards where my event was taking place. Inside everybody had arrived. There were youtubers everywhere, taking photos, vlogging, testing out the products lined up along the stands and tables. Zoe turned her head towards me.

“Have you tried anything from the sweet table yet?”

“There’s a sweet table?” I asked, astonished. Her face softened into a humoured smile and I couldn’t help but feel envious of her beauty.

“Yeah, I thought I as much. I know when you’re planning these things it’s hard to actually experience them. Let’s go get food!”

She tugged on my arm slightly, taking me in the direction of where three tables stood consecutively. Each one was decorated in different types of confectionery; jars of brightly coloured sweets, plates of cupcakes, bowls of marshmallows and chocolates. I picked up a mason jar of pink lemonade as Zoe pulled me over to her group of friends.

“Y/n, I want you to meet Alfie, Joe, Louise, Dan and Phil. Guys this is Y/n, the creator of this event and it’s products.” 

I was greeted with a chain of hellos and hugs, and it occurred to me how attractive the British vloggers truly were. I sipped on my straw to suppress my nerves as I made small conversation. I had met so many lovely new people tonight, and yet still there was one left; Simon Minter. I had met him over twitter, and skype, and facetime and Snapchat and every other social media currently existing, however face to face was still yet to happen. Despite our lack of actual human interaction I felt hugely attracted to the boy, something that was no secret to my fans and followers, who had been tweeting me since sunrise asking if today would be the day of our meeting. Secretly I had been hoping for months that it would - I was desperate to see him, hear his voice without the robotic alterations, touch him for the first time. Even my managers were keen, set on the fact that the presence of someone with that large of a following would do nothing but good for the sales of my products. However, realistically, a place as pink and glorified as this would be no place for a fifa youtuber. I tried to shake this thought in order to keep up my high spirits.

“So Y/n, what made you decide to host your event in London, why not LA?” Dan asked with genuine interest. 

“It’s where most of my following is,” I smiled. “And I’ve always wanted to visit anyway, so it seemed to make sense.”

“Ah. Yeah it’s a decent area!”

“Does that desire to visit correlate in anyway with a certain Fifa youtuber? Someone who’s name perhaps rhymes with Dimon?”

I blushed as everybody laughed at Joe’s comment. “There is that, I suppose. May I ask how you know of mine and Simon’s interactions? Big fan of my Q&A’s?”

“Well of course Y/n!” Joe laughed, a flirt of light hearted mockery laced in his voice. “Although it definitely helps that I’ve been blessed with the privilege of playing cards against humanity with the Sidemen, so I’m pretty clued up on the extent of your relationship, actually.”

My face heated as I squirmed. “I won’t ask anymore on that one!”

“Probably for the best.”

The conversation continued for a while. Louise complimented me on my dress, Dan and Phil quizzed me on my life and I tested out some of my scrubs and moisturisers on Joe’s face. As I l talked, my eyes turned to Zoe and Alfie, who were whispering just beside me, Alfie’s eyes down at his phone. I raised an eyebrow as Zoe looked up at me.

“You know what Y/n, I think you and I should go and take some photos in the photobooth.”

“Um, sure..?” Her spontaneity threw me off slightly as she took my arm once again, speed walking me out of the room. There’s a photobooth too now??

“And here we are!”

I admired the golden machine, my name sprawled on the side in large, sparkly letters.

“Wow..” 

“It’s pretty, isn’t it.” She smiled. “And talking of pretty, you look amazing, so get your bum in there first!”

I smiled. Someone like Zoe was impossible to say no to. She watched me eagerly, Alfie not far behind as I pulled back the red curtain..

“Oh my God!”

Sat on the swivelling stool inside was none other but Simon. He looked outstanding, all clad in a black and white suit, his collar opened slightly missing a tie. His hair was still red toned, and it looked surprisingly good as he climbed out of the machine and picked me up off of the ground. 

“Hello Y/n.”

His voice sent shivers down my spine. It was much deeper than what I was used to, although still just as soft and comforting, especially whilst blessing the syllables of my name. My cheeks ached from grinning.

“Simon! I didn’t think you’d be here!” 

“Why would you think that? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I didn’t exactly think face masks and bath bombs were your thing, funnily enough.”

“Hey, you don’t know my lifestyle.” He joked, and I smiled.

“Very true, I don’t.” He released me from his arms. “But I’d like to.”

“Well, if ever there was a moment I was more sure of wanting you to find out, I think it’s this one.” My cheeks heated for what seemed to be the tenth time tonight as Simon held me at arms length, his eyes scanning up and down my body, focusing on the curves of my silky red dress. “You look..incredible, Y/n.”

“And you, Simon.”

We stood for a second, just watching eachother. I paid particular attention to his eyes and their deep blue pigment. He looked younger in real life, his face fresher, a lot brighter without the dim of a computer screen in front of it. I felt zoe touch both our arms.

“Right you two love birds, let’s go back to where the party’s at, come on!”

We both grinned as her and Alfie shuffled ahead.

“11 million subs just touched my arm. I’m gassed.” Simon whispered, and I hit his arm playfully.

“Aren’t you used to it? You live with the KSI.” I quizzed him as we walked along.

“Oh trust me Y/n, 15 million subscribers touches you in a very different way.”

Shy Confession

Word Count: 1260

Wanna One: Kang Daniel

Author: I love Daniel so much, so I made something that almost happened to me lol😂


Originally posted by minhwangs

Fixing my hair in the bus as I was running late. I overslept this morning and was rushing to school. I texted my friend quickly.

Me: Unnie Am I late??

Sana: I’m not sure Ms. Soo is handing out maps.

Me: Get one for me! TT I hate this!!

I placed my phone in my pocket as I chewed my bottom lip. I fixed my clothes before exiting the bus and racing for my life to school. I kept running till my school came into view. My best friend was standing around the corner waving at me with the map in her hand. “You’re on time… I guess” she giggled. I tried catching my breath before talking. “Have you seen Daniel?” I asked looking around searching for my crush.

“Ehm yeah… he’s there with Sully and some other kids” She pointed to my right. “Egh she really annoys me” rolling my eyes, as my mood changed when I saw her being really close with Daniel. “He probably doesn’t like her” walking arm in arm to the other side of the road. I looked at her rolling my eyes again “Give me one good reason why not?” Keeping my eyes fixed on Sully. “Well she has a really shitty personality” I nodded mumbling she was right. We sat on a bench waiting till a teacher will show up. But no one came. Some people left already.

“Hey, You guys wanna hang out with us?” Mark my friend asked. I asked who would join and where we will go. Turns out Daniel, Sully and some other kids will tag along. We agreed to come as there was no teacher to check on us.  

We went to a supermarket and bought some snacks, we found a perfect spot in an open field at the park. We sat in a circle, listened to music and talked. “Hey let’s play truth or dare,” Seongwoo said. We all agreed to it and sat straight. Seongwoo started first, spinning the bottle which landed on Sully obviously.

“Sully truth or dare?” She looked at me with that nasty smirk plastered on her small face. “Dare,” she said confidently “Kiss Daniel on the cheek” Seongwoo pointed to Daniel who didn’t look all too happy. Sully fake sighed “if I have to” she adjusting her position, gently grabbing Daniel by the face. She slowly leaned in, I turned around looking at the grass. It had my full attention on a pink flower. My eyes shot up as I saw a big bee coming near me. I screamed on top of my lungs jumping up. Everyone looked at me in shock. I felt like crying as the bee flew away. "What’s wrong Y/N?” Sana asked concerned. I quietly sat down apologizing first before explaining my sudden attack. “I’m extremely allergic to bee’s” locking eyes with Daniel who looked really concerned.

“Okay sucks for you, can we continue?” Sully said trying to get the attention back to her but failed. “I think we should leave,” Daniel said we all agreed, making Sully huff. “We can- …never mind,” Daniel said. Everyone insisted him on telling his idea. He suggested on going to his house and eat there. We all agreed and left the park. We took the metro which was a torture for me. How Sully sat on Daniel’s lap because there were no seats, he offered her his seat but she begged him to sit on his lap. My blood was boiling by now as I looked out of the window.

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His house was huge and his parents were really nice. They order Pizza for us and made snacks, music playing in the background. We took place in his backyard and talked. His younger brother and sister joined us when the food arrived. I was quietly eating a slice of pizza as I felt eyes burn in my head, I looked to the left and saw Daniel stare at me, he softly smiled at me. I smiled back as I didn’t want to draw attention from Sully. She was being too busy with Seongwoo. Touching his arm every time, he’s talking or laughing at all of his jokes. ‘She’s a gold digger for sure’ I thought, she doesn’t see Daniel anymore. Seongwoo, on the other hand, didn’t mind at all, he wasn’t that popular and never had a girlfriend so this was his change.

“I thought she was with my brother?” Daniel’s sister Jennie whispered. “Yeah, I figured out she’s after his money” she looked quite surprised, keeping her eyes on Sully. “Really?? Seongwoo is rich?” I nodded I told her that his father is the CEO of LG Electronics and his mom is a famous fashion designer. Her mouth dropped open “Do you know what her parents do?” I shrugged telling her I didn’t know.

Jennie was really nice, she asked me how we all became friends. I explained that all of our parents know each other except for Sully. By now she knows I like her brother Daniel. She told me I deserved him more than Sully or any other girl, she made me shy with her remark but appreciated it.

“It’s getting cold” I rubbed my arms to keep myself warm. I felt Daniel grab my hand and brought me inside. We both didn’t speak till we got into his room. I awkwardly stood there watching him how he was looking through his closet.

He handed me a blank grey hoodie, “You can wear this” he mumbled. I stood there looking at my reflection, the hoodie was way too big on me. “I’ll give it back tomorrow” looking at him.

“N-No you can have it, it looks cute on you anyway” he blushed. We just stood there in the middle of his room, the tension between us is literally unbearable. I thought it was best to just leave, I reached for the door but felt two hands grab my shoulders and turn me around. He held his grip on my shoulders as he was looking down at me, I looked back at me, my cheeks probably red.  

He opened his mouth, but no sound. He sighed out of frustration. His warm hand reached for mine. Unsure of what to do I just let him do his thing. He placed my hand over his heart. “Can you feel it?” I nodded my head slowly, his heart was beating rapidly. “It’s because of you… I liked you for so long now and I…” he struggled with his words. I snapped out of thoughts and bluntly smashed my lips on his. I shocked myself with this action that I quickly pulled away. “I’m s-sorry” I stuttered. He touched his lip, his eyes still on me. Before he could say anything, I interrupted him. “I like you so much you have no idea, you make me go insane.” I spat out. He looked at me with amuse.

He smiled and slowly leaned in again. His soft lips landed on mine, it felt perfect. He began moving his lips and I gladly followed him. His hands moving down my waist, pulling me in. Our lips perfectly molding together. I pulled away gasping for air. I hid my face in his chest, feeling extremely embarrassed. I heard him chuckle hugging me, it felt very comforting.

“So do u want to be my girlfriend?” still holding me close, I nodded my head “Yes I would love to” Daniel pulled away, intertwining our fingers and smiled sweetly at me.

This is how our perfect relationship started.

Netflix And Chill

Short Reid x Reader mini fic

“You coming round later Spencer?” you approached your colleague and friend who was stood with Luke.

“Sure thing Y/N. We just watching Netflix again?” he replied, causing Luke’s ears to prick up.

“Wait… Netflix?” Alvez asked you. “As in Netflix and chill or Netflix and chill….”

“Luke… ” you shot him a warning look, ignoring the look of confusion on Spencer’s face.

“What!? It’s not like you invite everyone around to watch Netflix with you…. And you two do seem pretty close. I was just wondering what your deal was?”

“Who’s deal?” Emily walked by and joined in the conversation.

“Y/N and Spencer’s deal. Apparently he’s going around to Netflix and chill with her later.”

“Hey!” you punched your new colleagues arm lightly. “I never said that, I just said Netflix.”

“Yeah but….”

“Erm guys? I don’t get it? What’s wrong with us watching Netflix and ‘chilling’ out?” Spencer made air quotes with his fingers and Alvez and Emily both smirked.

“Google Netflix and Chill genius,” Prentiss told him. Spencer was still logged onto his desk computer so quickly Google searched the term.

“Wait… No!!! Just Netflix, no chill. No chill at all. Not with Y/N!” he exclaimed loudly. You gave him an unhappy look.

“Jeez Spencer, I don’t think they quite heard downstairs how opposed you are to Netflix and chilling with me….Way to make a girl feel special.”

You walked off in a huff leaving Alvez, Emily and Spencer behind.

“I’m erm… I’m just gonna go after her and make sure she’s okay. I somehow feel like I messed up there…. ” Spencer hauled himself up from his seatand hurried out into the hall after you.

“So I guess they’re not Netflix and chilling?” Luke asked Prentiss.

“Your guess is as good as ours. We’ve been trying to work those two out for years….”

**out in the hall**

“Think Luke bought that I was pissed at you?” you asked your boyfriend of eighteen months. Emily was the only one that actually knew. As unit chief she had to know, but she played along and kept your secret as requested. Providing you occasionally got drunk with her and gave her the juicy details of your relationship.

“I reckon so,” Reid slipped his hand into yours briefly, squeezing it lightly. “And we’re definitely Netflix and chilling later right?”

“You got it genius, you got it.”

anonymous asked:

13,41 pls

Here’s a little bit of fluff. With the Stones.

Prompts were:
13. “I could kiss you right now!”
41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”


Stones T-shirt

I’d commented on his Stones t-shirt at a party.

“Have you ever seen them?” he asked me an hour later when I was in the kitchen making a drink.

“Who?” I made a face, completely forgetting about our previous encounter.

Harry laughed, pointing at his shirt. “The Rolling Stones.”

“Oh. No,” I shook my head. “Never got to.”

“Mmm, you should. Everyone needs to see them at least once.”

“Well…next time I have an extra hundred or so burning a hole in my pocket, I’ll buy a ticket.”

“Hey Carmen, are you making me one of those?” my best friend Sheila asked as she entered in the kitchen.

“What am I, designated bartender?” I scoffed.

“Of course! Now hook me up!”

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Chemical Bubbles - Joker's Daughter

Joker!dad x daughter!reader

Harley!mom x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1508

Summary: Js daughter wants to be like him more than she already is and wants to fall in the chemicals, she gets nervous and wants to think alone for abit

Requested: Okay joker takes his daughter to Ace chemicals so she can be transformed like him and Harley but she gets svared at the last second he lets her take her time.  After he leaves she finally jumps in and goes home chaned

Authors Note: Jared Leto as Joker, Margot Robbie as Harley. i do not own anygif which you can see as it says “originaly posted by“ so yeah 

and please send in requests !!! ( of any kind and any show )

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Love Hurts

Originally posted by adaav

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam, Cas, Crowley

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Fluffiness, wedding, happiness, angst, sadness, someone can’t have me!!!

Word Count: 732

Summary: Sam can only watch as Y/n gives the rest of her life to him…

A/N: Ok, more angst with Samuel…did it from his POV, which was strange, but I feel like it’s worked out ok… Hope u like it!! Also, shout out to my awesome hoe @wayward-mirage​​ for reading this over and making sure it flowed!! Ur awesome!!

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My breath was taken away as soon as she began walking down the aisle.

God, she looked stunning.

The white dress. 

The way it made her skin shine. 

The flowers in her hands, making her eyes glimmer more than usual.

It was everything about her. Every little thing that I had fallen in love with.

And watching her walking down the aisle, Cas walking along side her, his own smile wide and bright, I couldn’t help the way my heart raced.

Our eyes connected for a few seconds, and I could swear, in that moment, I was done.

I knew she’d be the one I loved till the end of time.

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Your Elsewhere University post reminded me of an actual incident I had at my university the other day. I had to walk halfway across campus after dinner to the fine arts building to get some assignments so I could finish them. My friend came with me and we were exploring the building, which was mostly abandoned bc it was nighttime, and looking at the art posted. Now this is a state school, but our art program is pretty large and we have a really nice gallery where professional artists exhibit (1)

As we went back down to the ground floor we heard music, which definitely wasn’t playing before. We finish looking at a group of drawings, and we went to check out the student gallery. It was closed when we got there, but as we approached the music kept getting louder. Across from the student gallery is a back door to the professional gallery, and low and behold the door was propped open. We felt a strong desire to go in, but our better judgment won out. Nothing good would have come of that (2)

There was no other art for us to look at, so we decided to leave. But for whatever reason we left by the entrance that goes by the professional gallery. That area is all windows and clean looking, and the doors to the gallery are also glass. The lights were all still on in the gallery, even though I’m sure it should have been closed, and there was a group of people spaced between the pictures on the wall dancing to the music. Sometimes they each moved freely, sometimes they were in sync. (3)

The desk attendant was still there. She was oblivious. At one point the girl dancing closest to us moved in front of the door. She had to have seen us. We stood and watched for the rest of the song, it went for a long time. I texted another friend about it afterward an they said we were lucky the dancers didn’t invite us in. (4)

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Future

Originally posted by danielsoftgf

Best friends to Lovers!Kang Daniel AU

Note: for the times where you experienced 썸 (some) with your good/best friend and wished that when you do convey your feelings it would somewhat end up this way

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The Wrath Of Thanos

Requested By: Anonymous

Hi!!! I love your writing and I was wondering if u could write a fic where the reader is tony’s daughter and she’s an avenger and she and peter are best friends but then the plot of infinity war happens and peter and the reader literally watch thanos kill tony and it’s so sad and omg I’m crying rn but yea I would really like to read that and cry my eyes out

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Tony Stark

Description: You were Tony’s daughter and Peter was your best friend, you all were Avengers, therefore, you all went on missions, except one mission didn’t end the way it should have. 

Warnings: It goes from happy to pure sadness

Word Count: 2,288

A/N: I really loved this prompt, it was something different and it was fun to create, although it’s really sad because I love Tony :((( But, I hope you enjoy!

Friendly PSA: Please do not steal my writing without my permission, or flat out steal it at all. It’s super disrespectful and 100% plagiarism. So, if you’re someone who does steal other peoples’ work, think about what you’re doing before you hit that copy button. Thank you!


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“The world is going to pay, everyone is going to pay, and the only way to do that, is to kill them, kill them all.” Thanos roared, gazing off towards planet Earth, as his army cheered in the background.

“They're all going to pay.” Thanos growled, his fist clenching as he watched planet Earth continue to spin, unharmed by anything, for now.

Back on Earth, you and Peter were arguing over who got the last waffle, something that seemed to always happen whenever Peter stayed at the Avengers compound.

“Y/N, I got here first, therefore, I get the last waffle!” Peter declared, narrowing his eyes at you as you let out a huff and crossed your arms.

“I’m sorry Spidey but you’re wrong, you see, I actually LIVE here, therefore, I get the last waffle.” You smirked, narrowing your eyes back at Peter, who raised his eyebrows in a challenging manner.

“Don’t make me.” He threatened playfully, making your eyes widen slightly, slowly backing away.

“You wouldn’t.” You dared, watching his smirk get bigger as he took closer steps to you.

“Oh, but I would.” He chuckled, before sprinting towards you as you let out a squeal and ran, Peter chasing you around the kitchen.

“This is so unfair!” You shouted, laughing as Peter webbed one of your arms to the fridge.

“Gotcha.” He chuckled, making you roll your eyes playfully as he walked up to you, before tickling your sides.

You squirmed around, laughing, trying to swat his hands away with your free hand but it was no use, he was going to tickle you until you died.

“Say you’re sorry and that I can have the waffle!” Peter grinned, his hands resting on your sides as you tried to catch you breath, your eyes watering from laughing so hard.

“N-Never.” You breathed out, a smile on your face as Peter shook his head, laughter escaping his lips.

“Alright, you asked for it.” He grinned, before tickling you again, making you burst out in laughter, your stomach starting to hurt along with your cheeks.

“O-Okay! O-Okay! You win!” You shouted, as Peter rested his hands on your sides once again, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best.” He winked, before removing the webbing from your arm, which wasn’t an easy task by the way.

“I just hope you know I am so going to get you back.” You glared at him, a smirk playing on your lips as Peter chuckled, shoving a bite of waffle into his mouth.

“We’ll see.” He hummed, as you walked over to the table, grabbing his fork and taking a bite of his waffle.

“Thanks.” You winked, as Peter whined, looking at his waffle, hearing your laughter travel down the hallway.

You and Peter had become best friends once he found out you were Tony’s daughter and you found out he was Spider-Man, aka your favorite Queens hero.

Tony was skeptical about letting Peter come into the Avengers, but eventually did after you spent a while convincing him it would be alright and that you wouldn’t do anything to make him uncomfortable.

“Y/N, you better not do anything with Parker I swear to god.” Tony muttered, before finally giving in, making you squeal out in excitement.

“I won’t! He’s my best friend dad.” You huffed, but the smile didn’t leave your face, making Tony roll his eyes, but give you a hug anyways, seeing you happy meant the world to him, even if that meant he had to suffer with Parker running around with you.

You and Peter had a platonic relationship, sure you may fool around with each other, and it may seem like you two were flirting, but it wasn’t the case, you two were just really close friends.

And that is how Peter started staying at the Avengers compound, and how everyone there quickly got annoyed of both of your bickering over the smallest things, for example, waffles, it happened almost everyday.

Unless someone stole the waffle that way they didn’t have to hear the same commotion again.

You were in your room, getting ready when the alarm went off, signaling something bad was happening, and everyone need to suit up, quick.

“What’s going on?” Steve shouted, rushing out of his room, his suit already on as Tony and Natasha looked at the screen.

“We’re under attack.” Tony looked at the screen wide eyed, the whole world was under attack.

“Then lets go!” Steve shouted, as everyone ran out the door, they had a job to do and standing around wasn’t going to get them anywhere.

They all followed the coordinates that lead them to the main scene of the crime, there standing before them was this huge purple guy, a crown on his head along with body armor.

“What the hell is that?” You shouted, watching the guy destroy everything in his path with one hit.

“I have no idea Y/N..” Bruce muttered, watching in horror, everyone was watching in horror at this moment.

This guy was unstoppable, he destroyed literally everything in his path like it was his job, like it was his mission.

“Alright guys, we’ve fought many things before, just treat this like one of those moments, we are the Avengers, we can do this!” Tony shouted, as everyone nodded in agreement, before everyone started sprinting towards the purple monster.

“Excuse me, Mr. Big Grape!” Tony shouted, catching Thanos attention, his eyebrows squinting in confusion from where the voice was coming from.

Once his eyes landed on all of you, an evil smirk appeared across his lips, laughter escaping.

“Ah, yes, the Avengers, here to save the day are you?” Thanos chuckled, making you all glance at one another.

“Well that is our job.” Thor shrugged, making Clint snort as his response, he never knew when to shut up.

“I’m sorry to say, but the Avengers won’t be saving anyone today.” Thanos growled out, sending chills down your spine.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” Tony replied, looking at everyone as they responded with nods.

And before you knew it, everyone was fighting, other creatures came out of nowhere, you were gathering they were apart of this guys army.

Everyone was fighting, your dad and Steve were fighting the big grape, while you and Peter and the rest of the Avengers helped fight off the army that continued to appear.

“This is crazy!” Peter shouted, webbing some creatures up before Wanda exploded them.

“There’s too many, we can’t hold them off forever!” You shouted, as you ripped one of the creatures in half.

“We need to stop fighting the alien creatures and help Tony and Steve, it’s the only way!” Clint shouted, hitting a few alien creatures with his bow.

You all then ran to help fight with Tony and Steve, who were getting brutally beaten each time they attempted to hit him.

“Give up yet?” Thanos laughed darkly, as they shook their heads no in response, making Thanos’s blood boil in anger.

Thanos was about to attack again when you all jumped in, attacking him all at once, throwing him off guard, allowing Tony and Steve to get back up and recover slightly.

This only made Thanos even angrier than before, you could see fire in his eyes as he let out a roar.

“Now!” Steve shouted, and all of you fired at once, one more time, causing Thanos to stumble once again, his body starting to shake from pure rage.

“You shouldn’t have done that!” He growled out, before his fist clenched together and he hit the ground, you all fell to the ground, the force overpowering and cracking the ground beneath you all.

“You will all feel the wrath of Thanos!” He roared, as his army of alien creatures soon went flying off, shooting and destroying everything in it’s way.

You groaned out in pain, as did everyone else as they tried to get up, you saw Peter slowly getting up, causing great concern to you, before you noticed your dad still on the ground.

“Dad!” You shouted, getting up as quick as you could, before rushing over to him, he let out a groan in pain, as you helped him up.

“You’re hurt, we need to go.” You shouted over the noise, but Tony shook his head, as he looked at Thanos who was causing more destruction.

“Y/N, we can’t give up, he’s not going to stop until we do something about it.” Tony explained, as Steve nodded in agreement with him.

“He’s got a point Y/N, this is our job, we get hurt, but we protect people.” Steve sighed, grabbing his shield before sprinting off, everyone following behind him, including you and Tony.

You all started attacking once again, surprising Thanos that you all were still trying to defeat him, which made him laugh in amusement.

“You just don’t know when to give up do you?” Thanos laughed, watching as you all stood before him.

“We aren’t going to let you destroy our world.” Steve proclaimed, making Thanos grin, his grape face wrinkling together.

Then another fight broke out, Thanos was no longer holding back, he was determined he wouldn’t be stopped, he was determined to kill you all.

“Duck!” Vision shouted, protecting Natasha and Clint as Thanos threw a punch at them.

You watched in horror, you all couldn’t handle this, hell, nobody could handle this, it was too much.

You glanced around, everyone was badly beaten, bleeding terribly, you all were losing, just like Thanos wanted.

And then it was like the world stopped, it all happened in slow motion, you watched Thanos gather as much power as he could, before firing at Tony.

You let out a blood curdling scream, making everyone and everything around you go flying off, the power of your voice causing immediate destruction.

You watched as Tony fell to the ground, Thanos flying backwards from the power of your scream as Peter witnessed you watching in horror, this couldn’t be happening.

“No, no, no, no, no!” You screamed, rushing over to where he laid on the ground, Peter running after you.

“Dad, no, please, you’re okay, you have to be okay, you can’t leave me!” You screamed, shaking him, throwing his mask off to reveal his eyes closed shut, blood seeping out everywhere.

“N-No!” You hiccupped, continuing to shake him, he couldn’t die, no, he couldn’t leave you, he was all you had left.

You had already lost your mom, you couldn’t lose your dad too, not now.

“No, d-dad, p-please!” You screamed out in choked sobs, tears falling off your face onto his below you.

Peter’s face filled with distraught, watching the scene before him, Tony meant a lot to him too, hell he meant a lot to everyone even if they didn’t want to admit it.

“Y/N..” Peter murmured, placing his hands on your shoulders as you sobbed harshly, clutching your dad to your chest.

You didn’t have words to say, all you felt was broken, the one person you had left was gone, Thanos took him away from you.

Thanos made you watch him kill your father.

And you would never forget it.

sit next to me (Tom Holland Imagine/One Shot) a/n: loosely based on the song 'sit next to me' by foster the people

Zendaya owed me big time-not just because I hauled myself off my sofa to make an appearance at her birthday party but also because I could be using this valuable time to watch Netflix. And obviously, Netflix ditching equalled true friendship.

I smiled through our friends, hugging and kissing cheeks until I was finally face to face to the newly 22-year-old goddess.

“You came.”

“Like you gave me a choice.”

She side-stepped Jacob and Harrison and allowed me scoot into one of the booths. Not bothering to check who I was going to be squeezed next to for the next couple of hours, I sat down and regretted my decision immediately.

Because there he was- brown haired, golden skinned and smiling.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my trousers and tried not to bolt.

Looking up I could see Zendaya’s gaze flicker to mine before she left my side.

Some friend she was-leaving me with the ex I was still in love with!

I cleared my throat and was just about to pull out my phone to pretend I was busy, when I heard him. He cleared his throat. My attention diverted to him almost instinctively, still so conditioned to respond to him.

“Want a drink?”

I nodded. I knew if I stayed beside him for too long, we would fall into the same old pattern-ignore each other, deny the sexual tension and then end up leaving as quickly as possible. Leaving me a frustrated mess and him, running a hand through his hair just like he was now. In the dim lighting, it flickered from gold to amber to shades of scarlet. I really wanted to run my fingers through the softness and tug at the roots, making him moan like he used to when we were together.

Tom gestured for a drink with his muscular arm raised and then dropped it down to rest on the edge of the table. From where I was, I could see the scar on his right ring finger from a failed attempt at making a birdhouse with Paddy. And I could see that I needed to stop staring.

The atmosphere around us was vibrant. There was loud music blaring-probably some obscure pop band like Neiked that I didn’t recognize. Zendaya and the rest of our friends pretended they weren’t spying on us but they were doing a terrible job of it. Tony, bless his heart, was still as clueless as ever.

I turned back to staring at my hands, heart racing, body dying to run. From the corner of my eye, I knew he was looking at me. He used to do the same thing when we were together and I missed it.

I missed him. I missed his dumb sexual jokes and I missed him making us tea. I missed being in his presence. I missed him smiling at me. But most of all, I think what I missed most was his lips against mine-kissing and kissing till we were so out of breath, we felt lightheaded.

The drink arrived just as I built up the courage to look him in the eyes. I grabbed the glass and chugged it down. Wiping my mouth, I turned to Tom, who was looking at me. His fingers wrapped around a stray strand of hair and tucked it behind my ear. He was leaning in, one arm draped around the back of the booth and the other on the table in front of us.

This is a bad idea.

This is a very bad idea.

“Hey guys! How’s it going?”

Startled, I nearly jumped back. Zendaya smirked, knowing very well what had she had interrupted. I cleared my throat and stepped out of the booth, excusing myself. She shrugged and left to re-join our friends. I took the opportunity to slip out and zig-zag past the hordes of people who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Jesus, this girl was popular.

When I had almost made my escape, I heard him once more. It was truly astounding that even in the midst of so many voices, his could reach me so easily. It was as if he was talking inside my head and not in a crowded pub.

“Hey.”

He said, making me turn around. Standing there, it hurt so much to notice how perfectly we would fit together right then if we only reached out a few inches. But we didn’t. Instead, we stood watching each other.

“Hey.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

I yelled over the new song blaring over the speakers. Only the throbbing base of EDM could apparently drown out the imaginary voices in my head.

“I’M SORRY!”

I heard him-clear as day, clear as crystal.

“I fucked up, darling. I fucked up so badly.”

His hand cupped my cheek and my heart sped up. I swallowed hard, trying not to let my apprehension show. I sighed as my back pressed against the wall behind me. Knowing full well that he didn’t deserve to be forgiven, he didn’t even deserve to be talked to, I did the one thing I’d been wanting to all night. I slipped my hands through his soft hair and tugged him lower.

Our lips met softly. First just a gentle peck but then I kissed him with all of the feelings bubbling inside of me. I kissed with anger and passion and love and everything in between. I kissed him to make him understand how hurt I was, how broken he’d made me feel and how in the end, it didn’t matter. Because I wanted him. I wanted him so goddamn much.

Tom had just moved his hands to my waist when I could hear loud hollering in the back. We parted, more than a little startled and found Tony, Zendaya, Harrison and Laura on the top of the pub’s counter-cheering.

“Wooohooo!”

“Get it girl!”

“Show her how it’s done, TOM!”

Embarrassed, I ducked my head down. But he laced his fingers with mine and asked,

“Sit next to me?”

I nodded, looking up at him and hoping I never had to look away again.

The Beginning

A/n: This is something I’ve been playing with for a while now. I’m planning on writing more parts (if people like it anyway), so let me know what you think.

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Originally posted by hunterchesters

My phone ring as I swept the machete through the last vampire’s neck, his head tumbling to the floor, the body crumpled to the ground joining the head seconds after. My eyes scanned the room making sure I was the only one there. Once satisfied I pulled out my ringing phone.

“What’s up, Bobby?” I asked after seeing his name on the caller ID.

“You finished with those vamps yet?” He asked.

“Yep. Just finished actually.”

“Are you up for another case?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“We’re not sure yet. You remember those brothers I told you about? Sam and Dean? You’ll be working with them. They’ll  catch you up on everything once you get there.”

“Okay. Where?”

“Farmington, Missouri.” Bobby told me where and when to meet the brothers, I agreed and hung up. I sighed at the thought of teaming up. I didn’t really like working with other hunters and usually avoided it at all costs. But it was Bobby asking and it was just one case how bad it could it be?


The next day I was sitting in the coffee shop waiting for Sam and Dean to show up. Bobby hadn’t told me a lot about the brothers, just that they were some of the best hunters he knows. I eyed everyone who walked through the doors, watching for someone who matched the descriptions Bobby had given me. Finally two guys walked in. One tall with long hair and the other slightly shorter with short hair, both wearing flannel. They stood at the doors, scanning the room, most likely looking for me. I waved them over.

“Sam and Dean?” I asked as they approached the table.

“You must be Y/n.” The taller one said. “I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean.” We shook hands and they sat down across from me.

“Bobby tells me you boys need help.” I said folding my arms on the table.

“Yeah, we have absolutely no idea what’s going on in this town.” Sam said.

Dean didn’t look too happy. Probably one of those people who don’t like asking for help from strangers. I understood, I’m the same way.

“All the victims are men,” Sam continued, “they all had their stomachs ripped open and their internal organs were missing.”

Dean, who hadn’t taken his eyes off me, finally spoke. “Two of them were missing their eyes.”

I nodded, taking the information in. Trying to think of what this monster could be. “Any Witnesses?”

“None.” Sam shook his head.

I thought for a moment. Running through a mental list of all the monsters I knew that ate internal organs, eyes, and only went after men. “I think you’re dealing with Pontianak.”

“A what?” Dean gave me a confused look.

“A Pontianak. The name literally means ‘woman who died in childbirth.’ They find the guy that did them wrong while they were alive and they dig into his stomach and they eat their innards.”

“What about the missing eyes?” Sam asked.

“If you look at them, they suck out your eyes.” I responded simply.

“Gross.” Dean commented.

I laughed at his response. “Wait till you smell her. At first it’s a really nice fragrance but then it turns…” I made a face remembering the disgusting smell. “It’s bad, very bad. You know she’s coming by her scent and the noise she makes. It sounds like a baby crying. The softer the cry and the more disgusting the smell the closer she is.”

“How do we kill it?” Dean asked, leaning forward.

“A nail to the neck.”

Dean’s sunk back into his seat, “This should be easy.” He said sarcastically.

“So what’s our first move?” Sam looked to me.

“We figured out who she was.” I pulled out my laptop and searched for women who had died in childbirth in the surrounding area. “Fifty… Okay…” I mumbled, refusing to be discouraged. I wanted to impress them, though I had no idea why.

“How are we going to know which one is her?” Dean raised his eyebrows.

“You sure ask a lot of questions.” I told him, paying more attention to the list of names on the screen than the brothers in front of me. “Got a list of victims by any chance?”

Sam nodded and dug some papers out of his bag and handed them over. I nodded a thanks and was about to look through them when someone walked by with a tray of food and it occurred to me that I hadn’t eaten yet.

“I need brain food.” I declared standing up. “What about you guys?”

“Yeah, we can go for some food.” Sam stood and we went to order our food, leaving Dean behind to watch our stuff.

I pulled out my wallet to pay but Sam put his hand over it, “I got it.”

“Dude, I can pay for mine.” I objected.

“Don’t worry about.” He said quickly handing money to the cashier, who was smiling at our interaction.

I rolled my eyes and went to lean on the wall while we waited for our number to be called.

“So, Y/n,” Sam joined me, “how long have you been at the job?”

I thought for a moment. “I went on my first hunt when I was eleven, so five years.”

“Eleven?” Sam looked at me shocked. “Isn’t that a little young to start hunting?”

I only shrugged.

“Five years? That would make you sixteen.”

“Yeah, and?”

“What about school?” Sam looked concerned.

“I still go to school.” I defended. “Why do you care, anyways? It’s not like you know me or anything.”

“You’re young. You should have a normal life, not be a hunter.”

“Sam,” I glared at him, “it is my life. I’m gonna do what I want with it no matter what anyone says. Besides, it’s not like we’re gonna see each other after this hunt anyways. We’ll be out of each other’s lives, so don’t try to tell me how to live mine.” Our number was called and I grabbed the try of food and walked back toward the table.

Sam slid in next to his brother. “Dude, she’s only sixteen.”

Dean looked up at me shocked. “And here I thought you just looked young for your age.” He shook his head in disbelief, “I can’t believe Bobby sent a kid to help us out.”

I ignored his comment and looked through the list of vics Sam had given me, occasionally popping fries in my mouth. “How ‘bout we focus on the case instead of my age? I think that’s a great plan.”

Sam gave me what I can only describe as a bitch-face.

I looked up the first guys name. “Robby Tanner, rapped a sixteen years old. Were his reproductive organs intact?”

Sam and Dean gave each other a look. “No, they were missing.” Dean answered reluctantly.

I nodded. “Sindy Wilcons was the rape victim,” I scanned down the list of women who died in childbirth, “and she died giving birth. Could be her.” I looked back at the boys. “Any others missing reproductive organs?”

“Um, yeah,” Sam took the papers from me. “ John Anderson and Mike Wilcons.”

“Was Mike her husband?” I asked.

Sam nodded.

I looked up the names Sam had given me. “Looks like Anderson was too. They got divorced and he ended up with everything.” I leaned back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. “I get why she’d have a grudge against him and Tanner but why Wilcons?” I said more to myself then them.

“What about the other two vics?” Dean asked between bites of his bacon cheese burger.

“Those the two with no eyes?” I asked.

He nodded, mouth full of food.

I looked through their files. “Well, I don’t see any obvious connection to Sindy and their reproductive organs were intact, which suggests she didn’t have a grudge with either of them. I’m guessing they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time and saw her so she sucked out their eyes. These other three guys are the important ones, they all wronged her in some way. We need to figure out what Wilcons did and if she has any other men who pissed her off enough that she’d want to kill them.”

“We?” Dean raised his brow.

“Yeah, we.” I leaned forward giving them both a serious look. “I did the research to figure out what was up with these men.”

“Y/n, look we appreciate your help and I’m sure you’re a good hunter and all-” Sam started but I cut him off.

“Oh no, You are not kicking me off this case. I drove three hours to get here, I’m not just going to pack up and leave when the jobs half done. You guys wanted help and here I am. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

The brothers looked at each other, having a silent conversation. “Sam, no. She’s just a kid.” Dean said aloud.

“You’ve heard the rumors and the way Bobby talks about her, Dean. She can handle herself.”

“And there’s the fact that even if you say no, I still won’t leave and I’ll try to finish it before you.” I pointed out.

Dean sighed, “Fine. I guess we can work together.”

Now that that was cleared up Sam thought it was a good time to ask me more questions. “What got you into hunting?”

“And why do your parents let you do it?” Dean added.

“Really? We’re gonna do this?” I asked hoping to get out of question time.

They both nodded.

I let out a sigh knowing by the looks on their faces that they’d keep pestering until I answered. “A werewolf got my mom. My dad ditched me. So they don’t really let me do anything. That answer your questions?”

“No, it just raises more questions.” Dean informed me.

I ran my hand down my face. I was getting frustrated with the situation. “Look. I don’t really wanna go over my life’s story with two strangers. Let’s just get this hunt done and go our separate ways. Sound good?” I stood up to leave.