'small whispers and the passing by of the dead of winter'

stardew valley gothic

• the time passes so quickly yet so slowly. it’s been a week, it’s been months, it’s been years. you do not age. nobody ages. the children don’t grow up. you start forgetting everything about your life before. you live here. you’ve always lived here.
• when it rains, you hear strange faraway howls and screams that fill you with primal terror. you never stay outside for long on rainy days.
• your crops grow within days. you plant seeds in the ground. ten days later, the fields are overgrown with corn.
• you find things when you dig in the dirt. roots, clay, stone. books. skulls that don’t look like they belong to any animal you know.
• there are only two channels on tv. the weather and the fortune teller. it doesn’t matter when you turn it on, the weather program is only just starting. “it will be sunny tomorrow” the weatherman says with empty eyes and a too-wide smile. you flip to the fortune teller’s channel. “the spirits are in a bad mood today” she says, “be careful”. you shiver, and decide not to go to the mines today.
• have you always been so strong? you can chop down a tree in minutes and you can carry hundreds of stones in your backpack.
• you wake up at exactly 6 every morning. you can’t wake up earlier, or later.
• sometimes your scarecrows are not planted where they were yesterday.
• you hear whispers in the old community center. you can almost see something indiscernable out of the corner of your eye. you bring offerings, hoping to appease the spirits.
• today it’s winter. you swear two days ago it was summer.
• the berries you found in the woods have a strange metallic taste. their juices stain your mouth red. you keep eating them anyway.
• nobody ages. nobody ages. nobody ages. what year is it?
• you keep bringing offerings in the old community center. honey, milk, wine, peaches, dead animals. there are never enough offerings.
• the fruit bats that live in the small cave near your house leave fruit for you. they bring you out of season fruit, exotic fruit, fruit that comes from halfway across the world, fruit that you’ve never seen before.
• the wizard granted you the power to understand the spirits that live in the old community center. now you wish he hadn’t.
• every night when you get home, you lock the door and close the windows. every morning when you wake up, your cat is somehow inside the house.
• the train passes through stardew valley sometimes, but never stops. you can hear howls coming from it.
• you try talking to the people in the village, but they always seem to be repeating the same things. “do you have any blueberries?”, asks lewis for the 14th time this month.
• there are things in the mines. don’t go into the mines.
• “we’re insulated from the rest of the world here” says demetrius. now that you think of it, you have never received a letter or a phone call from the outside world. is there even an outside world?
• there is a bath house, north of the town. there is never anyone there, but the electricity works and the water runs. when you enter the locker room, there is a bathing suit just your size waiting for you. the water in the big bath is milky. you can’t see the bottom. you enter it anyway. when you exit, you feel happy and energised. you have nothing to worry about. come back soon!
• the bus to calico desert is out of service. the road to calico desert is out of service. do not go to calico desert. do not ask about calico desert. do no think about calico desert. there is no calico desert.
• you are out late at night, gathering berries. at exactly two am, something knocks you out. you wake up in your bed the following morning. don’t think about it. go to sleep.
• you try staying up past two am the following night, only to be knocked out again. go to sleep. go to sleep. go to sleep.
• you have been here for a couple of weeks, or maybe for decades. nothing changes. you can’t die. you can’t die. you can’t die.

cold coffee. (m)

pairing: jungkook | reader

genre: smut

word count: 4,564

description: “I wasn’t referring to verbal truth. I was referring to,” and then there was a brief pause that was followed by a light press to the center of your stomach. Your back laid flat against the wooden bench before the predatory loom of his figure appeared overhead, “Candor of the body. Which you, my love, are the absolute queen of.”


With an exchanged swipe, taste forthcoming as the two of you had intended. Too sweet, muttered against your lips – lips that curved into ones of amusement at his feigned disfavor for your particular arrangement of the poison. Too bitter, slipped past your teeth in retort, the air of the syllables brushing against his breath; a dance of icy exhales in a burning winter night. His mouth twitched at that, following your suit into similar enjoyment of the playful critique.

“Maybe not my coffee, but sweet in other aspects, no?” He spoke in a devilish dialect of insinuation and lust. One that, before encountering him, was unfamiliar to you. Adoration, it managed to claw at your chest with great vigor each and every time he glanced down at you through darkened tufts of raven hair. His words wrapping their way around you entirely until they sounded of music. The notes gliding across your bones as his voice conducted your motions.

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Bucky x reader

Notes: WARNING! physical abuse, threats, protective Bucky, fluff. 

A/N: I found this little thing hanging around on my phone. It’s a little dark, but fluffy too. 

Originally posted by wintersthighs

1 new text message from Y/N, 10:23 PM:

‘Bucky, can you please come over?’

Bucky checked his phone when he heard the familiar sound of an incoming message. His brow furrowed at the sight.

“Gotta go” he mumbled hurriedly, and jumped up, grabbing his coat as he ran out the door to the elevator.

“Hey! Where are you goin’? Thought we were going out!” Sam yelled after him; but the elevator doors already closed.

“Don’t take it personally, Sam. It’s probably Y/N” Steve quipped with a smirk.

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The Notification of your Name

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, James Buchanan Barnes, for an entire year, but you’ve never actually met him. 

Pairing: Internet Boyfriend!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3415 Words

Warnings: literally none. is fluff even a warning?

Notes: Thank you to @whyisbuckyso for beta-ing this, even when you were busy af! I also know that if you live in an apartment, you’d normally have a PO box, but for the story’s sake, it was a tiny package delivered into the apartment mailbox. They may be ‘rushing’ it but like,, they’ve been dating a year already. also the gif below is my image of bucky in this one, just without the beard and a lil younger looking. 

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Originally posted by givebarlowen

A notification sounds from your pocket and you pull your phone out quickly as you slice open the tape of one of many cardboard boxes, piled up in the corner of the room.

Bucky ❤:

How is my beautiful girl this morning?

Grabbing a stack of throw blankets from the box and tossing them onto the couch, you quickly tap out a reply.


I’m doing good, now that you have me blushing

You take the time to look around your new apartment, relieved that your best friends had helped out with the furniture placement, and now it was just up to you to decorate the rest of the place. University’s given you the chance to finally get a place of your own, and it’s everything you could’ve wanted. Enough space to have your friends over, and not too big to make the place feel lonely.

Bucky ❤:

Aww, I bet that’s a nice image ;)


Shut up you handsome jerk

James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky as he likes to tell people to call him, is your boyfriend of a year. Since you started talking, you could never put down your phone, as there was an endless supply of notifications of FaceTime requests, SnapChat photos, texts and a variety of other apps. The thing is, even if you’ve skyped almost every single day, you’ve never actually met the guy.

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 2/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Depression, angst and fluff throughout the whole series, suicide attempt

A/N: Im so happy at how much support part 1 got?? Thankyou all so so so fucking much ily all also!! credit to @finn-got-tall for an idea in one of the scenes!! (I wont reveal which scene bc i want people to just read) but ty lovely

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Eddie and Richie blinked at each other, stunned to see one another in such a strange coincidence. Eddie still had his hand up, but Richie still hadn’t took it. Richie merely brought his hand up that held the cigarette, taking a drag and allowing the toxic waste to decay against his lungs. Eddie visibly cringed at the sight, but stayed silent; he only continued to watch in hope that Richie would somehow step down. Richie took away the small stick, blowing the smoke out slowly and staring at Eddie through his large obnoxious eye glasses.

“Why are you here, Eds?” Richie asked, as if a day hadn’t passed since they last talked.

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Hiraeth (M)

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
  • Genre: Soulmate/College Au, Light Angst, Fluff, Soft Smut
  • Words: 18K
  • Description: We are always yearning for someone, even if that person may not exist in this tangible realm. 
  • A/N: To whomever stumbles upon this piece of my heart, I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay :)
  • Warnings: Mildly Explicit Sexual Content


Apparently everyone had one.

And everyone would have the name of their destined other half inscribed on the tender skin of their inner wrist when they turned 18.

Everyone…minus you.

It had remained the sole most exciting thing about turning 18 ever since you learned about the exhilarating phenomenon, something you had been looking forward to more than the pile of presents you knew you would be receiving on said day, more than the “surprise party” you knew your friends would be throwing you, and more than being the center of attention for a solid few hours like all the other birthdays you’ve experienced in your life so far.

It was supposed to be one of the few things in life that are guaranteed, analogous to a type of promise which does not revolve around uncertainty or a surefire plan that is carried out without fail, an occurrence not influenced by outside forces and has been written in the stars since the beginning of time. Its assurance is assumed, which is also why its ultimate letdown was able to spur so much damage.

Because on your 18th birthday, in place of the sparkling letters of the name you could practically feel on your tongue, painted in the vibrant colors of your most beautiful dreams, you are instead left with a black horizontal line-  dull, ominous, and utterly frightening.

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IMAGINE: Years ago (Y/N) and Steve were in a relationship, however something happened that made him cruelly break up with her. Now that the Avengers need her help, what will happen between the two of them? 

[gif is not mine. tell me what you think.] 

warnings: swearing, violence, angst. 

word count: 2 k+ 

(Y/N) fiddled with her pen as she stared at Fury and Tony sitting down opposite of her desk. She leaned back into the comfortable leather seat and smiled at them.

“Do we have an agreement?” Fury asked as he briefly looked at the contract.

Her smile became more predatory, “Fury,” she started, his last name coming off smoothly from her tongue. “You and I both know that my people look at every contract before I sign them.” 

“Get one of them here then.”

“Fury, if this is how you save the world then I really fear for the human existence,” she chastised. 

“(Y/N),” Tony waned.

She smiled, this time more friendly and happy, “Just having a laugh, Stark.” (Y/N), with her left hand pressed a button on her desk. A few moments later the door opened and walked in a well dressed man. 

“Timothy, look over this for me.”

(Y/N) looked at the Seattle skyline, enjoying the beautiful view. She paid no attention to the three men behind her, paid no attention as they debated the terms inside the contract.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? The contract is ready to sign.”

“So quickly?” She asked, not turning around.

“The terms are stated clearly, and obviously they learnt from last time.”

(Y/N) smiled as she remembered what happened the last time. Finally, she turned around and walked to them. Pen in hand, she grasped the contract and signed wherever it needed her signature.

She looked up at Tony and Fury, “Guess I’m working for the Avengers.”

Steve gawked as he watched (Y/N) strut into the conference room like she owned the place. He looked at Fury who refused to meet Steve’s gaze knowing that the super soldier was glaring at him. “What is she doing here?” He spoke loudly as she sat down.

(Y/N) smiled smugly at him, “They needed my expertise on something.”

“Like what? Killing people?” Steve tilted his head, “Or hacking into the government system illegally?” He tilted his head to the other side, his tone mocking her. 

Before (Y/N) could retort, Tony stood up, “Nope, nothing should come out of your mouth unless it’s something pleasant. Wait, no scratch that, just don’t talk to Rogers. Go to the other side of the room.” 

(Y/N) licked her lips and grinned at the two men. She pretended to zip her mouth with her finger, then flipped them off. Turning around she walked towards Nat who greeted her with a smile.

“Who’s the girl and why does Steve hate her?” Bucky asked as he and Sam watched from the other side.

“You ever heard of (Y/L/N) Enterprises?” Sam watched as Bucky nodded. “That’s her family’s company, she inherited it from her grandfather. She’s one of the most powerful people on the planet right now. In terms of money,” Sam moved his lips around. “And other things.”

“She’s a dirty criminal that’s what she is,” Steve grumbled as he narrowed his eyes at (Y/N), who was watching him intently. “She’s a stuck up criminal who plays with people’s lives for fun.” Steve turned to Bucky who was furrowing his brows. “Don’t trust her.”

“Steve and (Y/N) have a bit of history together.” Sam explained and Steve scoffed. 

Their conversation was ended as Fury called the meeting. Bucky, Sam and Steve sat directly opposite of their leader and listened intently to their new mission. Bucky, however couldn’t help but watch (Y/N). The way that she spoke when Fury asked her to, her confidence. He knew that he was looking too intently at her when she turned in her seat to face him, giving him a curious look. Bucky wanted to look away, to turn to the side, to shy away from her. But something deep inside of him urged him to look at her. It wasn’t until Sam nudged him that he looked away from her.

(Y/N) punched the bag harder, watching as the dust fall from the ceiling, she knew that one more punch and it would be hurdled across the room.

“What are you doing here?” A voice interrupted her. 

She paused in her movements, her arm in the middle of swinging. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. Before she could turn around she was thrown against the wall, a hand enclosing her throat. She was faced with Steve, anger in his eyes. 

(Y/N) gave him a small smile. “Darling, didn’t you miss me?” The hand around her throat became tighter, “I guess that’s a no.”

“(Y/N),” Steve started. “What are you doing here?”

She gave him another smile, and with a kick to the stomach he landed on his stomach, she quickly straddled him -pinning him to the ground. “I got a contract Rogers. Your team needs me for that HYDRA mission you received.” 

“We don’t need your help,” Steve spat.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around Steve’s shirt collar, pulled him up and slammed him down again. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t need me so much.”

“You’re a fucking traitor (Y/N), just because the team is so enamored with you and can’t see you’re just here to fuck with us again, doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

She swallowed and let go of Steve’s shirt, (Y/N) quickly stood up. “If you really think that I betrayed you Rogers…”

“You were working with HYDRA!” Steve yelled. “I saw you! I followed you and I saw you go into their compound!”

“BECAUSE BUCKY WAS THERE!” She snapped. Steve looked at her, his anger now mixed confusion.

“Bucky wasn’t in that facility. Don’t lie to me.” Steve gritted out through his teeth.  

“They transferred him.” (Y/N) sighed frustratedly, she ran a hand through her hair, then exhaled loudly, “After the events of Washington, you told me that Bucky helped you. That he was the Winter Soldier.” (Y/N) paused and licked her lips. “You told me everything about Bucky, Steve. You were, you are his best friend, and he was yours. He was the reason why you couldn’t sleep at night, the reason why you still cried when I shared your bed. You were unhappy because there was a massive part of your life missing.”

“When you told me that, I knew that I could help in some way. Help you. So yeah, I used my fucking sketchy contacts and tailed Bucky and where he was kept. I fucking went there, I negotiated with those scum, pretended that I was one of them, that I was betraying the team so I could try and speak to Bucky, for you.” She stepped forward, hands now clenched by her side. “I was there for three months, I made progress with Bucky, little but it was there. He could still remember me from the previous times I snuck to see him. Remembered bits of you.” (Y/N) pushed him, Steve being too shocked again landed on the floor.

“Then you came at me that night, yelling at me. Accusing me of betraying the team, betraying you, betraying us! You humiliated me Rogers, the person that I loved and trusted humiliated me in the worse way possible.” She clicked her jaw in annoyance, “You fucking threw me from the compound. Banned me from ever seeing anyone, you sprouted lies about me!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know? I thought you were betraying us!” Steve fired back. 



“(Y/N),” Steve whispered brokenly. Tears threatening to spill down his face.  

She inhaled and looked at him coldly, “Just don’t. This is my last mission for the Avengers indefinitely. I made sure of that.” (Y/N) began walking away, only stopping to pick up her water bottle. “After this mission Rogers, you’re going to officially be dead to me.”

Steve gripped the rails tighter as he looked out at the New York skyline. Could it be true? He knew that it was. If there was one thing (Y/N) never did while they were in a relationship was she never lied to him. But some inane part of him wanted to tell the rest of him that she was lying, in order to get the guilt feeling of his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Rough night?”

He looked to his right and watched as Bucky walked towards the railing, a small smile on his face.

“Buck,” the other super soldier looked at Steve. “I have a question.” Bucky nodded. “(Y/N),” Steve started. “(Y/N), she said that she met up with you, at the HYDRA compound. 

Bucky nodded slowly.“When she walked into the conference room today, I couldn’t help but stop looking at her. I knew her from somewhere, every night I fall asleep and dream about this woman speaking so softly to me, I can never see her, I can never make out her face. Fuck, when she spoke Steve, it was like everything came back. Bits of information that she fed me about myself back then, about you.” Bucky shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“You’re in love with her,” Steve acknowledged.

“Well she practically brought me back, how can I not be in love with her?” Bucky laughed. “I’m not in love with her Steve, but she helped me. Without her it could have taken forever for me to come back, or maybe never. 

“She spoke about me, huh?”

“She did, a lot,” Bucky groaned good-naturedly. “You could hear it you know? The love in her voice whenever she spoke about you. I’ve never heard anyone speak about anyone like that.”

“I screwed it up Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and clasped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed for a moment and returned his arm back to his side. “The love that she had for you is the kind of love that can last forever.” Bucky pulled out his wallet and pulled out two pictures. “She gave me this when I started remembering her,” he passed the first picture.

Steve looked at the image and he felt his heart clench. It was him, pre-serum and Bucky standing with ice cream cones in his hand standing somewhere in New York. “Look at the back.” Steve flipped the photo and saw (Y/N)’s familiar handwriting. On the back of the photograph it said: ‘This is one of Steve’s favourite moments with you. Look at this Bucky, remember this. Come back to Steve. Come back to your best friend.’ 

“She’s a bit pushy,” Bucky commented. “Really bossy.”

Steve laughed heavily, his throat closing up with emotion. “What’s the other photo?” 

Bucky hesitantly passed it to him, “I got this during one of her last visits. A guard came to check on me, she was almost caught. While I helped her hide, I may or may not have picked it from her pocket.” 

Steve looked at the second photo, this time a more modern one. It was him and (Y/N). Specifically him and (Y/N) on the couch, his head laying on her lap. He was looking up at her with a smile on his face, while she looked down at him with an equally great smile. Steve flipped the photo over. This time his heart hurt more than ever, he couldn’t help the tears streaming down his face, nor did he do anything to wipe them away. 

Bucky watched as Steve traced the photo and the writing over and over again. He watched as his best friend cry at what he lost. He knew the feeling, he knew what lost felt like. But then, he also knew that if someone believes enough in you, you can come back. 

“You’ll get her back.”

“Thanks, Buck.” 

“Anytime, pal.”

As Steve laid down on his bed, he carefully looked at the photo again, tracing their faces, her face. He turned off his light and cradled the photograph to his chest. As he fell asleep, his heart and mind echoed the words etched on the back of the photo. ‘My heart. My equal. My soul. My love.’

EXO / Their S/O gives them the silent treatment

Request: I was wondering if you could do a reaction with Exo. Maybe after a fight what would they do since you’re giving them the silent treatment!

Thank you for requesting this, I hope you enjoy! ❤️


Originally posted by cosmicanomie

This wasn’t the first time he annoyed you to the point where you stopped talking to him altogether. At first, he always got mad that you did that and kept saying how immature you were being, only pissing you off more, but then he stopped doing that and ignored you back.

He got sick of that really quickly, though. After five minutes of not being able to talk to you, he was already sitting next to you, doing everything he could think of to make you, at least, look at him.

“Come on, Y/n,” he said while you purposefully stared out of the window. “I promise to never piss you off again, just talk to me.”

You stayed quiet.

“Hey! I have an idea,” Minseok said excitedly. “How about I’ll cook dinner for you?”

You still didn’t speak.

“I’ll make you your favorite meal.”


“And I’ll wash the dishes after.”

This got your attention and you finally turned your head to look at him. You saw hope light up in his eyes when you finally did, and you shook your head with a small smile.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you said. “Just give me some time to calm myself down.”

“But I don’t want to wait anymore,” he said, pouting childishly. “I want to hear your voice again.”


Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

He hated when you gave him the silent treatment. He only experienced that a couple of times, but every time he did, it made him really angry.

“Are you being serious, Y/n?” he asked when you stopped talking to him in the middle of your fight. “Please tell me you’re not doing this again.”

After you stayed quiet, Junmyeon groaned.

“I’m going to the living room,” he said. “Find me when you’re done being immature.”

Offended by his words, you decided you weren’t ever going to go find him. But after a couple of hours, once you cooled down completely, you decided that he was right.

You finally exited your room to find Junmyeon in the living room, watching something on his laptop with his headphones on. Quietly, you sneaked behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck, startling him a little.

“Back to your normal self, I see?” Junmyeon said, taking his headphones off carefully.

“I’m sorry,” you said, kissing his cheek.

“It’s okay,” Junmyeon replied, softly caressing your hands. “I still love you just as much.”

“Even when I annoy you?” you asked.

“Yes, sadly, even then,” Junmyeon said in a teasing tone.


Originally posted by inuchi

You never did that and you were a firm believer that arguments could only be solved by talking it out. So, when one time, after arguing with Yixing for two days straight, you just stopped talking to him, he was very surprised and, frankly, kind of scared.

He quickly understood that you – the most patient person he knew – got tired of this and that wasn’t good. He knew he stepped over the line when you locked yourself inside of your bedroom, not letting him in, and not replying to anything he said.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he had already apologized so many times that he lost count. “Seriously, I don’t know why you can’t just forgive me. Do you have to torture me by giving me the cold shoulder? Do you like to see me suffer?”

You stayed quiet, hating this just as much as he did, but not being able to talk to him when you knew that he was only apologizing because he was scared and not because he was actually sorry about the fight.

You spent your first night alone ever since you and Yixing moved in together six months ago. No matter how busy both of you were, you did everything you could to sleep together in the same bed every night.

Yixing was terrified of being locked out of your bedroom, but he was even more terrified about having screwed everything up and not being able to make it up to you.

When you woke up the next morning, you found flowers and a note outside of your bedroom door. With your heart almost beating out of your chest, you leaned down to pick the note up.

           “I’m so sorry for everything. Please forgive me. I learned my lesson. I’m never fighting with you again. I love you too much. xo, Yixing.”

Finally, after taking a deep breath to stop yourself from crying, you headed to the kitchen where you knew you’d find your boyfriend.

He was there with an apron, frying some eggs. You threw your hands around his neck as soon as you saw him. You felt Yixing’s body relax immediately.

“I missed you so much,” he whispered, releasing the spatula from his hands so he could hug you back. “Please never stop talking to me again.”

You nodded into his shoulder. “I love you, Yixing.”


Originally posted by royalyeol

He wouldn’t shut up. In his mind, the only solution to your silent treatment was to annoy you so much that you had to tell him to shut up.

“Do you remember the time when we were on our way to a concert last winter,” he started to say as he cuddled into your side, despite you not hugging him back and staring straight ahead with an indifferent face. “And you were so excited that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, so you slipped on ice and dragged me down with you?”

You squeezed your lips tighter when you heard Baekhyun laugh at the memory.

“I thought the bruises were never going to go away,” he said. “Oh! But what about the time when I accidentally brought your phone charger with me on tour and you purposefully left your phone dead for two weeks until I returned? Even your mum called me to scold me!”

You didn’t know that your mother did that, but you still stayed quiet.

“No, but the best memory was definitely when we were on holiday in Thailand,” Baekhyun said and even before he continued, you already knew what memory he was talking about. “I got us lost so badly that we ended up wandering the streets of Bangkok for two days with no sleep. I think you didn’t talk to me for three days after that.”

You had to bite your tongue not to start smiling at this memory.

“Do you remember what I did to make you talk to me again?” he asked you but he didn’t expect you to answer. “At first I tried to buy you gifts to bribe you so you’d forgive me, but you didn’t accept them and I had to return them, which was really embarrassing, by the way. But it made me come up with a more effective way.”

You started to bite your tongue harder.

“I kept tickling you until you cried from laughter and had to physically push me away,” Baekhyun reminded you quieter. “And now that I remember this, I actually feel like I should try that again.”

You turned your head to look at him with wild eyes but still stayed quiet.

He placed his hands on your hips, already causing you to feel discomfort, but you refused to give in. Pushing you, so you lied on your back on the couch, he climbed over you, making sure to tickle every single part that he knew made you squeal.

“No, Baekhyun, stop!” you finally shouted, trying to get away from him.

“Tell me you love me!” he replied, not stopping.

“You know I do!”

“I want to hear you say it,” Baekhyun said, a smile already spreading across his face, while he continued this innocent torture.

“S-stop!” you asked again, trying to push his hands away, but he proceeded to tickle your sides. “Okay, fine, I love you!”

“That didn’t sound very realistic!”

“I love you, Baekhyun!” you shouted. “Please don’t torture me like that again!”

He stopped moving and smiled at you. “I’ll stop if you stop.”

“I stopped. I’m talking to you.”

“Good. Now, give me a kiss. Let’s make up.”


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

He hated fighting with you but he preferred that over the cold shoulder you gave him occasionally when you were beyond done with fighting. He just simply didn’t know what to do when you ignored him and he tried everything. He apologized and begged you to talk to him again, but in the end, he just left you alone, hoping that once you calmed down, you’d start talking again.

However, the more time passed while you were still silent, the more anxious he became.

Eventually, he made his way back to your room to find you lying in bed with your eyes closed, but your fingers still moving to the beat of the song that played in your earphones.

Carefully, Jongdae climbed into bed and took the earphones out of your ears, frightening you in the process.

“Please talk to me,” he said right away. “I can’t do this anymore. I wanted to give you time and just wait until you calmed down, but I can’t. Knowing that you’re so angry with me that you’d rather not talk to me is killing me.”

You sighed but still didn’t say anything.

“Y/n, please,” Jongdae continued. “I’m sorry. If you’re angry at me, then please yell at me. Just say something.”

“I’m not angry at you,” you said. “I’m just upset.”

Pain flashed across Jongdae’s eyes as he gathered you into his arms, not even giving you a chance to hug him back.

“I’m so sorry,” he said again. “Let me make it up to you, okay? I’ll do anything to make you feel better.”


Originally posted by porkdo-bi

A small part of him realized that it was his fault you stopped talking to him. He completely drained you of patience by continuously attempting to prove his point, even though – as he now realized – he was wrong. His stubbornness didn’t let him apologize to you as soon as he realized this, however.

So, you were fuming in your bedroom while he had locked himself up in his studio. Both of you wanted to make up and just forget about this, but neither one of you made the first move.

Eventually, Chanyeol was the one who accidentally stopped ignoring you.

“Y/n!” he called out from the kitchen. “Are we out of chocolate-chip cookies?”

Suddenly, taken back to your domestic life, you forgot you were supposed to ignore him, too.

“Did you check the cupboard by the oven?” you yelled back.

Both of you went quiet, instantly realizing that you weren’t even angry at each other anymore. You were just not talking because of stupid principles. Well, screw them.

You got up from your bed, ready to face Chanyeol again, not knowing that he was doing the same thing. The two of you met up halfway, in the living room.

“Weren’t we supposed to ignore each other?” Chanyeol asked you with a small smile.

“I think we were,” you nodded, not able to resist a smile, too. “I’m glad we’re no longer doing that, though.”

“Me too,” he agreed. “I’m sorry for the fight, by the way. I know it’s my fault.”

“It’s mine, too,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“Can we hug to confirm the fact that we’re no longer fighting?” he asked a little shyly.

You laughed. “Do you even have to ask?”

Chanyeol smiled at this, wrapping his arms around you and exhaling a relieved breath at the feeling of your warmth that he missed so much, despite only being away from you for a few hours.


Originally posted by soulleshuman

For Kyungsoo, your anger seemed to be pointless. He felt like he hadn’t done anything that horrible to provoke your silent treatment, and yet, before you closed off, you told him that he really stepped over the line. But he just couldn’t see it.

He wanted to apologize but apologizing without knowing what he was sorry for seemed to be even worse than starting the fight in the first place, so he just left you alone.

When a couple of hours later, he prepared dinner and called out for you, and you still didn’t reply, he was starting to get annoyed.

“Y/n, come on!” he called out. “I just cooked food. Just come eat, you don’t have to talk to me.”

No response.

“Is she serious?” he mumbled to himself as he made his way from the kitchen to the bedroom, where you had locked yourself in. “Let me in, Y/n.”

No response again.

“Y/n, for the love of God, if you want me to apologize just tell me what I did wrong,” he said. “Because I’m kind of in the dark. I don’t know why you’re mad.”

After you haven’t replied again, he just sighed and headed back to the kitchen. Knowing that you weren’t ready to talk to him yet, he wrapped the food that he just made, so you could warm it up later, and then got himself a plate, preparing to eat while he waited for you to start talking to him again. He was going to have to be patient until you were finally ready to tell him what was wrong.


Originally posted by morekpopmore

He had underestimated your feelings and maybe even accidentally mocked you for feeling like that in the first place, which is why you were now sitting on the floor, in the opposite corner of the room, refusing to even look at him.

Jongin understood your frustration and he felt sorry he handled the fight the way he did, but he didn’t think the silent treatment was the right solution to this problem. Although, he had to admit, if he were you in this situation, he might have done the same thing. So, in short, he didn’t approve of what you were doing, but he understood.

Every few minutes, he would gently call your name to see if you’d react, but you just stayed quiet. Finally, after it’s been three hours and you still hadn’t gotten up from the floor, he became very concerned.

“Y/n,” he said, making his way towards you and sitting down on the floor in front of you. “I’m sorry I made you this upset, but don’t you think it’s time you talked to me?”

You looked away from him but felt him crawl closer to you until his arms were around you and you were leaning against him, instead of the wall.

“You must be so uncomfortable sitting on the floor like that,” he said. “Let’s go to bed, okay?”

After you didn’t reply, you felt Jongin twitch so you thought he was standing up. And he was. Only he hadn’t released you in the process, so he was now picking you up from the floor.

“Jongin, what are you doing?” you finally asked, looking at him with a confused expression.

“I’m taking you to bed,” he said. “I don’t care that you don’t want to talk to me. I can’t stand to watch you sit on the floor the whole day because of what I said.”

You sighed. “Let me go, Jongin.”

“I will. Once you’re in bed,” he said, opening the door of the bedroom by kicking it softly with his leg. “Do you want me to bring you dinner?”

“I don’t want anything,” you said as he lied you down on the bed.

“Okay,” Jongin said, walking around the bed and lying down next to you. “Then I’ll lie down next to you until you change your mind.”


Originally posted by teakai-moved

Sehun didn’t even realize that you had started to ignore him. He kept on yelling, continuing the fight. He didn’t even notice that you weren’t replying until he addressed you directly and you didn’t reply. He tried again, but you still stayed quiet.

“Oh, so you’re ignoring me now,” he said, finally. “That’s great. Real mature.”

You wanted to tell him that he was the one being “mature” here, by constantly arguing with you about the same stupid thing, but you couldn’t, because you were not talking to him.

“I have to go back to the studio in a few minutes, Y/n,” Sehun told you. “Are you really going to let me leave without saying goodbye?”

You were still too angry to reply.

Sehun groaned. “Fine. Two can play this game.”

Confused, you glanced at him and saw him get his phone out, then click a few buttons before pressing it to his ear.

“Junmyeon?” Sehun said into the phone. “I won’t make it to the studio today. Why? Oh, because Y/n is acting like a child, and I can’t possibly leave a child without any supervision.”

You gasped at this, instantly standing up from the chair that you were sitting on. “What are you doing?”

Sehun turned to look at you. “Sorry, what was that? Did you just start talking to me?”

“Hang up the phone,” you told him. “You’re going to the studio.”

Sehun smirked, removing his phone from his ear to show you his lockscreen. The dipshit hadn’t even dialed anyone’s number.

You huffed loudly. “You’re the worst, Sehun.”

“No, you are,” he said, still grinning. “But maybe that’s why we work so well together.”

“I kind of hate you right now,” you told him, turning around to go to your room.

“Don’t make me call Junmyeon for real,” he threatened.

You stopped and turned back to look at him. “I feel like this is a form of blackmail.”

“You started it by giving me the silent treatment,” Sehun shrugged his shoulders. “Now, come here. Let’s make up before I have to leave.”

“I still haven’t forgiven you, though,” you told him but didn’t resist it when he hugged you and quickly kissed you on the cheek.

“I know,” he said. “Be angry at me while I’m out, but love me again when I get home.”

Jon x Female Reader

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Masquerade Valentines EXTRA

Extra - Could Tell A Love

NOTES: Well, ended up throwing this together for V-day after all, short and sweet. 

It was laughable that he was upset, really. Victor even almost berated himself for it, for packing as close to what he would call a tantrum as what a grown adult who was heir to one of the biggest criminal groups in the world could be.

People steered well clear of him today, they did what he asked, they didn’t argue, they didn’t fight back. He’d woken up in a foul mood, eaten breakfast and done his work out in the freezing cold in an even worse mood, and it’d soured as the day wore on, it was only lunch time.

And it was also Valentine’s day.

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 9/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Intimate make-out session, hickeys, parental abuse, angst

A/N: Sorry for the delay on this chapter, I hope it was worth the wait- if not then i’d be so disappointed sksk but hey ho, here’s an extra long chapter!

PART 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

Eddie continued to tend Richie’s wounds throughout the night, with the windows steaming up from the heat inside the room in contrast to the freezing air outside. After Richie’s warming words, Eddie barely formed words for an hour or so and solely focused upon fixing Richie up despite Richie’s protests to his cuts stinging and how he was being covered in superman bandages, but Eddie just rolled his eyes and chose to ignore the boy and his ways.

Richie had his head against the wall as he sat on the perfectly white carpet beneath him, he stared directly at his fingertips with a warm feeling in his stomach.

“So, you’re staying here, right?” Eddie asked, his legs folded upon his neat bed after cleaning away the first aid kit.

Richie drifted his gaze to Eddie, “I don’t have too, I just had no where to go.”

“You can stay!” Eddie quickly spoke, his words overflowing, “It’s just that I was wondering and, well, my Mom would flip shit if she saw you- so.. so I’ll have to hide you. We also only have my Dad’s old clothes, my clothes won’t fit.”

Richie managed to form a lop sided grin, listening to each melodic sound that came from Eddie Kaspbrak. Everything about the boy was phenomenal, overall outstanding. From his neat hair, to his messy mindset. From his soft brown eyes, to the crevice of his lips. Richie was in awe of what standards this boy had to even look in Richie Tozier’s way, never mind welcome him with open arms into his living space.

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freesia | oneshot

Originally posted by jkguks

⟶  pairing: jungkook x reader
⟶  word count: 7.2k
⟶  ♫ : take you home - baekhyun, good morning - kassy, freesia - bolbbalgan4
⟶  themes & genres: childhood friends to lovers!au, semi-bad boy!jk | fluff
⟶  warnings: none
⟶  synopsis:

Just about all of Jungkook’s life had been spent in an endless cycle of smothering you with flowers in a silent confession, but you never seem to get it.

(You did. Eventually.)

The beginnings of the fickle emotion we adoringly call love had always been tricky; the concept being like a handful of sleek sand your palm could never really grasp. They say it hits you out of nowhere, but for Jungkook, love was all he ever knew—especially when it came to you.

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anonymous asked:

a writing prompt: the kirkwall crew + purple mage hawke teasing cullen about being forced to work with hawke again during the inquisition. extra bonus if you could incorporate his infamous "mages are not people" line lol

What’s that, sweet anon? Did you say WRITING PROMPT WEDNESDAY???? (I am so excited you submitted this, here we go team)

Cullen has already issued so many orders across this makeshift plank of a desk in Skyhold’s courtyard that the inside of his head feels like a whirlwind of logistics. There hasn’t been much time to rest since their arrival at Skyhold. Guard rotations to establish, defenses to set up, injuries to tend to, beds for refugees – and now Varric is bringing some guest in to help with Corypheus before they’ve even managed to clear all the junk from the main hall…

Cullen takes a moment’s pause, shutting his eyes, attempting to rub the weariness from them. His head is pounding, as usual, but he tells himself to endure. They must be ready. Maker knows what else they might have to face here…

And then, just behind him, a woman clears her throat.

Cullen wills himself to weather this headache, then turns about. “Yes? Can I help–”

Piercing blue eyes, red streak lashing across her nose, and a shit-eating grin that strikes a familiar terror deep into Cullen’s heart.

“Hi there, Curly-Wurly,” says Marian Hawke. “My, what a fetching coat you’re wearing!”

Oh, no.

In a flash it all comes back to him. All those years of trauma and disaster. Surronded by fire and blood magic. Hawke’s grinning face waltzing through a ceaseless storm of destruction…

“Ooh, it is rather lovely, isn’t it?” says a sweet little voice – Hawke’s Dalish friend, what was her name again? She is peeping out from behind Hawke, green eyes wide and shining. “Such a nice furry collar! Do you ever run about the battlements and pretend that you’re a griffon?”

“With a majestic coat like that?” comes another familiar voice. Cullen turns and realizes he’s surrounded by these horrible people: on his other side stands Isabela – now there’s a name he can’t forget. She’s leaning casually, hip cocked, one elbow propped on the shoulder of that stern elf with the white tattoos, as though he’s a useful piece of furniture. (The elf has his arms folded and doesn’t appear to be reacting to this. Perhaps he can’t feel it through his armour?)

Isabela winks at Cullen, then goes on: “A thing like that is fit for no less than a Speed Griffon.”

“There is no such thing as a Speed Griffon,” says the stern elf.

“Now, Fenris, you don’t know that,” Hawke says. “What if the term just refers to a very fast griffon?”

Fenris appears to be unimpressed. “Would that then make me a ‘speed elf’?”

“Yes, but only when you’re running, I think,” the little Dalish one says seriously. Then she looks at Cullen again. “Do you ever run very fast when you’re wearing that lovely coat?”

Cullen says the first word he has managed to say to this group, which is, brilliantly, “Um.”

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Wrapped Around; pt.7

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 13k words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut | Warnings: Anxiety, a lot of sad talk ):

A/N: wew a super late update haha thanks for being patient ya cuties. team tae i know you’ve been waiting!! anyway, it’s a pretty heavy chapter emotions-wise and I hope that y’all wont be too put off by it /: 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 3.5 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Taehyung Prequel


Looks like you were going to have to look for another cuddle partner when you get back on campus and you had just the right person in mind…

A certain Kim Taehyung perhaps?

Jimin doesn’t understand why every time he thinks he’s getting somewhere with you, life throws him a curveball. It frustrates him, infuriates him to his core, and he wonders how people do this, fall in and out of numerous relationships all the time. The chase alone was tiring him out but his heart yearns for you, aches for you… despite the numerous times his head tells him this was all just too much work.

He sits in the movie theatre alone, watching the show he had planned to watch with you, his phone in his hand as he awaits your reply. At the very least, you’re answering his texts now, telling him about how you’ve been going out to meet all your friends and he finds himself wondering if you had an equivalent to Mina waiting for you back home. He shudders at the thought of having another boy aside from Taehyung to worry about.

Jimin lets out a sigh as he watches a string of messages come in. Every attempt Jimin made at trying to explain himself, or clearly define what the both of you are or where any of this is heading, is completely brushed away by you. You would skip the message completely, choosing instead to start a new topic of conversation. Jimin tried numerous times to steer the conversation back to something along the lines of ’so, what exactly are we?’ but after the 4th diversion, he admits defeat. The very fact that you’re talking to him at all is something he’s thankful for after all the radio silence he had experienced the previous week.

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I was drowning

It was a Friday night, dark and cold on the Southside as Jughead Jones pulled his leather jacket tighter around his shoulders, tucking his chin to his chest to avoid the bitter winter wind that whipped through the doorway of the broken down bar.

As soon as he stepped into the Serpent run establishment it was clear something was very very wrong. Gang members were running hectic around the bar, shouting and confusion filling the air as the older men spoke harshly into their phones and younger Serpents bent down low and seemed to be talking to something underneath a table.

Jughead flung his keys down, moving slowly toward the older man currently standing to the side typing furiously into his cellphone.

“What’s going on?” Jughead asked, scanning the faces of about twenty very angry Serpents. The man named Viper snapped his head up, hands flinging into the air.

“A kid, they dropped off a kid! He’s under the table, all covered in blood. It’s a message. A damn threat.” He growled.

“A kid? What? What are you talking about?” The dark haired teenager stared blankly at the older leader of the Serpents.

“Look for yourself! He’s under the table, it’s the ghoulies! They’ve gone too far this time, he’s just a kid, can’t be anymore than four years old, you gotta call someone. Now!” He ordered, marching away.

Jughead made his way to the table, shoving the boys surrounding the cracked wood as he bent down, eyes instantly meeting the aqua blue ones of the tiny boy, blood caking his face and a ripped t shirt hanging off of his too small frame.
“What the fuck.” He whispered, tearing his eyes away, it was almost physically painful to see the signs of pure abuse.

“Jones!” Jughead jumped up, “I thought I told you to call someone!” Jughead looked at the scarred man

“Who am I even supposed to call?!”

“I don’t know! I don’t care just get that kid out from underneath the table, lord knows who’s blood that is.”

Pulling his phone out from the pocket of his jacket Jughead dialed involuntarily, he only realized who he had called when the familiar sugar sweet voice answered from the other end, slightly out of breathe and tired.


“Betty, I’m….I’m at the Whyte worm…I….I need you.”

There was silence for a moment before she answered

“I’m on my way.”

The line went dead.

17 minutes later the Beautiful Blonde slammed through the door wearing tiny brown ugg boots, her cheerleading uniform and an incredibly loose bun on the top of her head. Every man in the bar turned to stare at the leggy Blonde, half drooling half staring in utter confusion as she pushed past and headed directly towards the crowded table, simply nodding at Jughead as she passed.

Viper came quickly to stand beside Jughead
“You called your ex girlfriend?”

Jughead crossed his arms
“You told me to call someone, so I did.” He shrugged, eyes trained protectively on the girl now crouching by the table, hands on the floor.

They had broken up two months ago, it had been brutal, words flung angrily, accusations that held no merit. And it was his fault, there was no question, he wanted to protect her, protect her from the gang, from situations like this, protect her from everything, but….

God he missed her everyday. He needed her to breathe, needed her warmth to sleep, he was freezing. Needed her arms to float because damnit he was drowning and he couldn’t do it anymore.

And here she was, he called and she was here, she always was, no matter what. That was Betty Cooper and you were the luckiest human being in the world If she decided to love you.

Betty crawled slowly towards the table, the warmest smile on her lips as she looked at the terrified child squeezed in the corner.

“It’s scary out here isn’t it?” She whispered, her voice echoing in the dead silent bar, she had everyone captured, they were hooked.

The little boy barely nodded, his hands shaking as he moved just the tiniest bit closer.

“I know how you feel, it’s all new and it’s scary. Someone left you here and I’m so sorry that they did that but I can promise you that you’re safe now.”

He moved closer, a shock of black hair coming into view.

“What’s your name love.” Betty reached a hand out, reaching to brush a stray curl from his eyes.


The voice was so small, so broken and damaged, cracking and hurt. Jugheads chest was thudding.

“Well max, my names betty, it’s very nice to meet you. Hey! how about we go and get you something warm to wear and then we can talk, there’s snow on the ground little bug, it’s awfully chilly.”

The little boy crawled to her, hesitantly taking her hand
“I’m…. it’s… dirty.. blood.” He whispered.

Betty nodded, clutching the little boy and hoisting him up on her hip
“Nothing a little soap and water can’t fix, does anything hurt you?” She questioned, gently patting the little boy as he coughed, a tiny smile on his lips as her fingers tickled under his chin.

“No, just cold… just.. hungry.” He whispered, burying his head into her neck, blood smearing over her smooth skin.

“Okay Love, Okay. Let’s go get cleaned up and then we’ll eat something okay?”

He nodded and Betty headed off towards the bathroom, eyes catching Jugheads, a broken hearted kind of look in her eyes.

As soon as the little boy and the blonde had left the room the silence broke.

“She’s magic.”

“I want to marry her.”

“She can be my baby mama any day.”

“But those legs.”

Viper turned to Jughead
“Good job. We have a lot to talk about, group meeting at my trailer, bring the girl as soon as she gets the boy down. She might be interested in what we have to say.” It was an order, not a suggestion and Jughead Knew there was no way of getting her out of this situation.

They were screwed.

Accidents Happen (reader x Bucky)

Hiya. Confession: So I took a long break from tumblr because it was taking over my life but I’m back now because Bucky. Obviously. I’ve mostly been writing fiction the past few years, but this is my VERY FIRST dipped toe into fiction of the “fan” variety. This story was running through my head ALL day at work yesterday so I had to get it out. I was brought back to writing from all the awesome (Y/N) x Bucky blogs I’ve been reading, devouring entire Master lists in fact. (Ahem, @squishybucky @writingruna and @imaginingbucky. Still making my way through @you-and-bucky ‘s list and I’m loving it!)

I’m still learning this new form of writing, so please be kind but helpful tips are welcome! I pretty much wrote it last night from top to bottom with very little editing, but mostly I’m posting now before I lose my nerve. :D This story is loosely based on my life experience when I fell hard for a guy, wishing I could’ve been as bold as the reader is. 


Accidents Happen

Summary: Reader is 26 years old training with the avengers. She is slightly accident prone with a sheltered background, resulting in aversion to swearing. No verbal filter and says most things without thinking. She gets creative with curse words. First meeting and developing feelings for Bucky. 

Warnings: none? Mostly Fluff with a little heat at the end. :) I can’t handle pretty much any smut without dying of embarrassment. :)


“Nice try, Hawk, but you’re about to eat mat, mother trucker!”

You had no verbal filter. Everyone on the team knew that. After almost a year of training together, they were used to your bizarre outbursts and ridiculous exclamations. However, you grew up in a very religious, uptight household and despite distancing yourself from those beliefs years ago, old habits held strong. Such as your inability to curse like a normal person. Any response to excitement, pain, surprise, or fear resulted in a random phrase that usually began with the first syllable of the intended word.

“Kick his asteroid, Nat!”

The redhead rolled her eyes, but kept focus and had Clint on the mat in seconds.

You pumped your fists in the air with a triumphant yell, then approaching the mat in anticipation of your own sparring match. All training focus had dissolved, however, as the gym doors opened revealing Steve and a dark-haired stranger. Curiosity peaked as you joined the welcome crowd approaching the newcomer.  Shoulder-length hair covered his down-turned face, but the glint of a silver hand not covered by his left jacket sleeve explained all.

“It’s Bucky!!” you whispered too loudly.

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His Name (Bucky x Reader) Soulmate AU #2

Prompt; you are born with the full name of your soulmate written somewhere on your body

Y/N stared at her neck in her bathroom mirror and scoffed. Written in black lettering along her collarbone was the name; James Buchanan Barnes. She pulled the neck of her shirt back up over the words harshly and looked at herself. She glanced over the dark circles that now lived under her eyes and sighed.

She knew who this man was, the man whose name was written onto her skin forever. A dead man. A man born in the 1920’s. A man who no longer existed.

Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what kind of joke this was. Fate had to be pulling a prank on her.

Y/N grabbed her work bag and looked up at the clock that was on the wall by her front door, she was a little too early to be leaving but she thought she’d just grab a coffee on the way to the office.

She thanked the barista that was behind the counter as she took the to-go cup that was held out to her.

Y/N sipped her coffee as she then proceeded to exit the coffee shop, her mind drifting back to the name that resided on the base of her neck.

Some part of her wanted to have hope that maybe it was a different James Barnes, but there was a voice in her head that told her that wasn’t the case. Fate had meant for the James Buchanan Barnes to be her soulmate. Which meant that she was destined to be alone. While everyone else was allowed to meet their soulmates, possibly get married and live happily ever after, Y/N had to mourn the loss of a soulmate that she had never even had a chance to meet. Stupid fate, idiotic soulmate pairing system.

She let out a groan and opened the lid of her coffee cup, trying to get the last dregs of coffee from the cardboard container.

As she passed by the doors for the tower that was owned by the one and only Tony Stark, they were suddenly flung open and she was suddenly pushed to the ground. Y/N felt herself crash to the ground, the coffee cup flung into the street and her bag thrown to the side.

“Are you okay?!”

A voice called out to her that she recognised.

Y/N looked up and into the blue eyes of Steve Rogers, who looked down at her in concern and guilt.

She nodded with a sigh and placed her hand into the larger one of the man that stood above her.

“Um, I don’t mean to intrude, ma’am, but can I see that?” He asked as he looked at her with wonder.

His finger pointed towards her neck and Y/N immediately knew that he wanted to see the name that was printed upon her skin. She knew the significance of Steve Rogers in the life of her soulmate, but she had never thought that he would see the name. Never know what her own significance was.

Y/N reached a hand up and delicately pulled down her shirt collar a little to show the name to the blonde man who towered over her.

Steve reached out his own hand and lightly traced the name that belonged to his best friend. His eyebrows shot up towards his hairline and he allowed a smile to slowly stretch across his face. “What’s your name?” He asked quietly.

“Y/F/N (Y/M/N) Y/L/N.”

“Of course it is.” He whispered and picked up her bag from the ground, before taking her hand again and pulling her into the Avengers Tower. “Please come with me.” He said and Y/N simply followed.

She forgot that she needed to go to work, forgot where she was going, this was much more important than anything that she was going to do.

Y/N sat patiently in a conference room that Steve had led her to, a new coffee sat before her on the glossed vanish of the table. It had already been half an hour since Steve had gone.

She stared at the clock in front of her on the wall and waited for another five minutes before Steve decided to reappear again, along with three other people and a small stack of files.

The three others shook her hand and introduced themselves as; Nick Fury, Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark, the latter she recognised.

They all took a seat and Steve sat beside her.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Fury looked at her blankly. “we didn’t know that you had come to New York.”

“You’ve been watching me?” She asked and raised an eyebrow.

“Of course.” He stated. “You are the soulmate to the Winter Soldier. We had to keep tabs on you.”

Steve sat up straighter and coughed. “You knew about her?” He asked, surprised. “I thought Y/F/N Y/L/N was a girl who died in the 40’s, or at least that is what you said.”

Fury glanced over at both Y/N and Steve. “We thought it was a better way to protect Miss Y/L/N. If the Winter Soldier knew of her existed, he may have tried to find her and if Hydra knew of her existence, they would have tried to kill her or capture her.” Fury took a breath and watched the emotions that crossed the face of the H/C girl in front of him. “We made sure you were kept off the system and under the radar.”

Natasha and Tony sat silently and just watched the exchange. Tony would occasionally glance at the soulmate of Bucky Barnes in curiosity, while Natasha kept an eye on Steve.

“Now that she has found her way here, she can help with his rehabilitation.”

Y/N smacked her hands on the table in front of her and stood up. The other occupants of the room looked at her sharply.

“This is crazy. Absolutely mental.” She took a deep breath and turned to pace back and forth. “Are you telling me that my soulmate is alive?”


“And is the Winter Soldier? The assassin that was in the media?”


“Metal arm?”


Y/N stood still and felt Steve’s hand come into contact with her shoulder, she moved her own hand to cover his and smiled sadly at him. “He’s alive?” She whispered to Steve, she needed to make absolutely sure. Steve nodded his head at her and she felt tears cloud her vision. “How is he?” she asked him.

Steve let himself smile at the woman in front of him. “He’s okay. He got a new arm, his mind is almost his again, but he always felt like something was missing. And maybe that’s you.” He said quietly and slide his hands down the woman’s arms to clasp her hands in his. “Please. I need you to help me, help him.”

Y/N kept her eyes to the floor and felt a whole mixture of emotion fill her.

The whole room was silent for a few moments and then…


Steve kept Y/N’s hand in his the whole way down to the floor in which Bucky resided.

She couldn’t believe that he was alive, couldn’t believe that she had a chance to meet her soulmate.

Steve stopped in front of a door, that she presumed to be Bucky’s bedroom and knocked.

They both waited patiently for a few minutes and then a quiet “come in” was heard on the other side. Steve gave her a small nudge and nodded to her to go in alone.

She slowly and quietly pushed the door open and then stepped into the dark room, closing it behind her.

She could see the outline of her soulmate by the window, a part of her was terrified and the other part was anxious, but excited.

“Hello, James? Bucky? I don’t know what you would prefer to be called.” She started and was met with silence, he didn’t even make a sound. “Um, well, you see, my name is Y/F/N (Y/M/N) Y/L/N. I’m your soulmate.”

There was a very long pause, when the air was still, nothing moved.

Then there was the sound of footsteps and she felt a hand reach to touch her cheek, the hand was cold and metallic. Another hand reached behind her to turn on the light switch over her shoulder and all of a sudden the room was filled with a soft glow.

Y/N looked up into the blue eyes of James Buchanan Barnes, eyes that looked down at her with awe and wonder.

Bucky used his flesh hand to move the collar of her shirt, his eyes piercing into the skin that presented his own name to him. He then moved his hand to pull aside the fabric of his t-shirt, showing her her own name that rested upon the base of his neck.

Y/N reached a hand towards the flesh that cradled her name. Lightly tracing the letters. Never had her name looked so beautiful.

“I thought you were dead.” He whispered.

“I thought you were.” She countered and looked back up into his eyes.

Bucky rested his forehead against his soulmates and felt tears escape his eyes.

“You kept me waiting too long.” He said and smiled.

“Well I’m here now, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t let you.”

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Castle: Part One


You weren’t considered a hero. 

You weren’t considered a villain. 

And that’s why they couldn’t afford to leave you out in the world.

Tony Stark had brought you in, with your fatal past and life full of dark secrets. Now within the walls of the Avengers compound, you are left with no choice but to train with the good guys - for one sole purpose. In this very line of work, Steve Rogers promises you an offer you can’t refuse - which requires you to train with the world’s most dangerous former assassin, The Winter Soldier.

(I suck at summaries)

Notes: Cursing, Slight drug use, Alcohol…and of course TENSE, and small amount of violence.

Word Count: 3,716

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theagelesswanderer  asked:

“You don’t have to stay forever. I would understand.”

I’ve discovered that when I’m feeling vulnerable and wounded or sad and fragile, I write about Cullen. 

So!  That said…

Let’s imagine that Cullen didn’t get a chance to propose before the Inquisitor lost her arm.  For, uh, reasons.

(Thanks so much for the ask!)

No one would tell Cullen exactly what had happened, only that something had and that Caitlin needed him.  He’d managed to make it through the vast lengths of hallways and small chambers of the Winter Palace at no more than a brisk stride, clinging to some semblance of self-restraint, until he entered the short passage that led to the secluded wing that housed the infirmary.  He’d taken no more than three steps before her scream shattered the air, rebounding along the marble floors to hit him squarely in the center of his chest.  The sound made every inch of his skin go cold, and he was running before he’d had time to fully process what he’d heard.  A few nobles were milling about in the hallway directly outside the infirmary, and he shouldered through them roughly and without apology as he burst through the door.  What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks.

Most of her body was hidden beneath Bull’s as he laid across her legs, arms folded over her hips to hold her down, while Blackwall was braced down on both of her shoulders.  He caught only glimpses of her face, her normally tanned skin ashen, violet eyes wide and wild with pain and fear, and her crimson hair stringy and plastered to her brow and cheeks with sweat and blood.  Every time she managed to catch her breath, she wailed, the sound long and wretched between panting sobs.  Her marked hand and the arm attached to it were mangled, draped off the side of the table where she lay, and an ever-growing pool of blood was spreading across the floor beneath it.  His mouth was suddenly dry, and he felt like he was shaking all over.  Maybe he was.  He started toward her with determined strides, but Cassandra put herself in his way.  

Without thought and with his hands on her upper arms, he forcibly moved the Seeker aside.  He was single-minded, focused, and he didn’t even realize Cassandra had been speaking to him until both she and Krem caught him and drug him a few steps back.  His temper flared hot, hardening his eyes and calling a dark flush to his cheeks as he finally acknowledged the Seeker with an impatient glare.  “What?  What is it?”  A glance was passed between Krem and Cassandra, and the latter frowned at Cullen.  “You need to listen.  It’s the mark.  She no longer has it, but its removal has…damaged her arm…beyond repair.  We need to amputate it to save her life, but…”  The Seeker shook her head as she stared meaningfully up at Cullen, waiting for understanding to dawn on the man.  Slowly, so slowly, it began to, and it drained the color from his face as he looked away from his captors to Caitlin.  

“But, she won’t let you,” he finally said, never taking his eyes off of Caitlin.  Cassandra nodded at Krem, and they both loosened their hold on Cullen, and he stood there dazedly for a moment before he spoke again.  “And you’re certain it can’t be…”  The Seeker shook her head, murmuring a reluctant Yes, we’re certain.  The Commander nodded and pushed between them.  He drew up behind Blackwall, and a hand on his shoulder moved the other man.  Cullen took his place, laying his arm aside hers to fix his grip on her forearm.  She blindly clutched at the offered arm, fingers digging in as he leaned his weight on her shoulder.  Her eyes immediately snapped over to him and, for the first time since he’d arrived, some manner of coherence settled over her.  Her screaming had left her hoarse, and she clenched her hand on him painfully as she tried to speak.  “Solas…it was Solas.  The orb, the Breach, my-,” and her words broke off into a fractured cry as a crackle of energy sizzled along her skin, green glowing veins that webbed from beneath her collar to stroke the base of her throat.

He couldn’t even begin to keep the sorrow from his eyes, the anguish.  All he could do was nod, saying, “We’ll deal with him later, love.  Right now, we need to see to you.”  She was still yanking at her bloodied arm when the surgeon looked over at Cullen and quietly said, “This needs to be done now.  She doesn’t hav-,” and a stern look from the Commander silenced the man.  “Don’t let them take it, Cullen,” Caitlin was whispering, the bulk of her voice lost to the screaming.  Over and over, she begged, “Please” and “Don’t.”  The former Templar had to look up for a moment, away, else the tears gathering in his eyes would surely fall.  He found Dorian with the brief glance, the Altus standing only a few feet away, stricken and tense with both worry and anger.  A jerk of Cullen’s chin brought him over, and he leaned to whisper something into the mage’s ear.  Dorian nodded in return, a grim expression settling on his dark features.  

“Listen, Cait.  Listen to me,” Cullen said, releasing her shoulder so that he could take her chin in hand.  The Altus held her shoulders to give the Commander this opportunity, and the Inquisitor was helpless but to let her head be turned.  She stared up at him, and he pushed her hair back from her brow.  “We have to do this, Cait.  Otherwise, you won’t survive…and if you don’t survive, I’m not sure I will, either,” he struggled to say, his voice thick with emotion – fear, guilt – as he rested his palm against her cheek.  “No,” she pleaded, squirming beneath the hands that held her, but her waning energy had stolen the fight from the effort.  “Please, Cullen,” was her final plea, tears rolling back from the corners of her eyes and into her hairline.  “I know you trust me, Cait.  Close your eyes,” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.  “Close your eyes.  It’ll be alright.”  With a shuddering breath, she did as she was told, and Cullen nodded at Dorian.  Tendrils of magic seeped from his fingertips as they rose to her temples, and her muscles immediately went slack as she fell into unconsciousness.

Cullen never let go of her arm and didn’t bother to wipe away the tears that had fallen on his cheeks as he looked to the surgeon and spoke with tense sorrow.  

“Do it.”

Sometime during his ceaseless vigil, Cullen had finally fallen asleep.  Stretched out in a ridiculously large Orleasian armchair, his elbow was braced on its arm and his head had fallen into his upturned hand.  His other hand rested limply in his lap, and his mabari had squirmed its way beneath one of his legs so that it dangled while the other was fully extended.  An entire day had passed, and Caitlin still had not woken; Cullen had asked Dorian to check at least half a dozen times to make sure that she wasn’t still under the effects of his spell.  The Altus humored him in a way that was rare, without sarcasm and without mirth, in a demonstration that he knew what it was that Cullen and Caitlin had lost.  Once resigned to the knowledge that waiting was all that could be done, that is exactly what he did.  

At times, he sat quietly in the chair, elbows on his knees as he watched the slow rise and fall of her chest.  Other times, he paced back and forth at the foot of the bed, each measured step accompanied by a doubt, a question.  What could he have done differently?  Would it have made a difference if he’d been with her?  Where was Solas?  If he ever found the answer to that question, it would be the last thing the elf would ever have to worry about.  Still other times found him on his knees at her bedside, her hand clasped in both of his, forehead resting against her knuckles.  And, he prayed.  

But, now…now he slept.  It was dreamless and light, the kind of sleep that left half of the mind wakeful, listening for any hint of a disturbance.  What roused him, however, was not a noise, but a nudge.  His mabari had wriggled from beneath his leg and was bumping his head against Cullen’s knee.  Despite trying to ignore it, the addition of a whine to the prodding pulled amber eyes open as he shushed the insistent creature.  But once the dog had his attention, it plodded over to the bedside and stared over the edge.  Cullen followed the creature’s gaze and found Caitlin’s eyes fluttering fitfully as a frail noise escaped her lips.  He was on his feet so quickly the chair was pushed back several inches, and it took only a single step to bring him within reach of her.  Pulling her hand into his, he sat carefully on the edge of the bed, knee bent as he leaned to cup his hand beneath her jaw.  

She was warm, no longer chilled by blood loss, and her skin had regained a rosy blush that had settled in her cheeks.  Lifting her hand, he pressed his lips against her knuckles, and finally, her eyes blinked open and her head fell aside to draw her gaze down on him.  Her sight seemed unfocused, and a few more bats of her lids narrowed her vision on him.  The ghost of a smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and her fingers curled on his.  “Cullen,” she said, voice small and hoarse, his name uttered as if to be sure he was real and not a figment of her imagination.  His breath left him all at once, half sigh, half huff of grateful laughter, and he nodded at her as he pressed her open palm against his unshaven cheek.  “I’m here.  Maker, you had me worried,” he said in a rush, brushing his lips to her knuckles again, struggling against the compulsion to kiss her lips, her brow, her eyelids.  

She murmured groggily, shifting as if trying to sit herself up against the headboard, but the motion only threw her off-balance as her weight shifted to an arm that was no longer there to support her.  Only his grip on her arm held her upright, and a flash of panic washed over her features, draining the color from her cheeks.  “Cullen?”  It was a question, a plea for an explanation as she turned her widened eyes to him.  He had already drawn her closer to keep her upright, and he pulled her the rest of the way into his arms before her first tear fell.  One arm curled around her waist as the other climbed into her hair, and she said his name again, her desperation evident in the anguish of her voice and the frantic clutch of her hand in his shirt.  She was shaking against him, and he couldn’t be certain if it was shock or sobs or both, but he was holding her tightly, as if trying to absorb her pain through touch.  

“It’s alright, Cait,” he said into her hair, against her ear, and he could feel the warmth of her tears soaking through cotton covering his shoulder.  It’s real.  That phrase, over and over, she repeated, each utterance more forlorn than the last.  Her grief was his, and it tore at his insides, constricted around his heart like a vise, and there was nothing…absolutely nothing…he could do to make it better.  And, so he held her, rocked her gently for a length of time he lost track of, until her sobs quieted to muffled weeping then to shuddering breaths chased by tears that had slowed to a trickle.  Her cheek was turned against his shoulder, her mouth near his neck, and the deep breath she took chilled the tear-damp collar of his shirt.  They sat in complete silence for a very long time, with only the sounds of their breaths and the soft rustle of fabric to remind them that shock had not rendered them deaf.

Her fingers twisted in his shirt, and beneath his hands, she grew tense.  He felt it come over her in increments until at last she let her fingers fall away.  Her voice was almost hollow when she spoke, “You don’t have to stay.”  While he didn’t move, her words shot ice through him, every nerve trembling as if unable to absorb the shock.  “I would understand.  This isn’t what yo-…isn’t how it was supposed to be,” she said with a trembling breath, and he could feel beneath his hand the tension that bunched the muscles in her neck.  He drew back from her then, one hand heavy on her shoulder as the other molded to the side of her face, fingers bent along her jaw and over her ear as he held her with gentle strength.  “You listen to me, Caitlin Alexandra Trevelyan,” he began, his voice stern but choked with emotion.  “My place is at your side.  I will go anywhere that may take me, and I will not have it otherwise.”  

She still wasn’t looking at him, her eyes cast down and away.  “How can you say that?” she asked, the words lost and desolate as she glanced at her missing arm.  “I…”  Bitter tears welled in her eyes, and she sucked in a harsh breath through her teeth.  “You deserve someone who can hold you, Cullen.  Someone whole.”  The sound he made was indelicate and incredulous, and he firmly pulled her face up, though her eyes fell aside to avoid his gaze.  “We’re going to sit here until you look at me.”  Stubbornly, she sat unmoving, and just as obstinate, he stared at her, his fingers tight on her chin.  A whisper of a sigh parted her lips, and she reluctantly lifted her eyes to his, and the intensity of his gaze stole her breath.  

“With all that has passed between us…the nightmares you’ve seen me through, the doubts you’ve silenced,” his voice was low, rough, and he swept a broad thumb over her cheek as his fingers slid into her hair.  “After all the times I have asked you how you could love someone so broken, only to be assured that you would spend the rest of our lives proving to me that I wasn’t,” he said, head canting when her eyes momentarily fell, but he easily recaptured her gaze.  “And you’re going to say that to me?”  Abashed, she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and let her weight sag into his steady grip as she closed her eyes.  When she failed to respond, he leaned forward and pressed his forehead to hers.  His fingers curled tenderly in the hair above her ear as his thumb stroked her cheek.  “Marry me, Caitlin.  And let me spend the rest of our lives proving how perfect you are,” he said, leaning back just enough to find her eyes, now opened wide and taken back, before he finished, “and how easy I am to hold with only one arm.”  

An awkward smile tugged at one side of his mouth, pulling at the scar on his upper lip, and her eyes flashed back and forth over his as her brow knitted.  His hand in her hair pulled her in, and he set his mouth against hers and whispered, “Marry me,” before he brushed a kiss along her upper lip, repeated the words, then swept another across her bottom lip.  She made a fragile sound, a high-pitched mewl, as he captured her lips in a full, but soft kiss, which she deepened when she wrapped her arm over his shoulder and curled her fingers to clutch at the nape of his neck.  Always at her command, he held her tighter, closer, and poured himself into the embrace of his mouth on hers.  All of the fear that the past day had held, the sorrow and the relief, the love that never wavered, only grew, and every beat of his heart.  It was hers.  He was hers.  And, though he was breathless when he pulled back, he asked a very simple question:  “Yes?”  He could hear the smile in her voice, felt the curve of her lips as she committed the answer to his lips, each of his cheeks, his brow – every kiss was accompanied by a single ardent word:  “Yes.”

A Gem in a Wolf’s Heart: Pt 1

Originally posted by stormborn

Robb Stark and Lady Stark survive the Red Wedding. Talisa/Jeyne died and Robb gets his sisters back, there is a new and better King in Kings landing. The North is independent and the Starks killed everyone that betrayed them. Now you are the gem of the North, your father a great general that promised Catelyn Stark to marry you to Robb Stark so he is to remain King in the North. 

Part Two 

(Y/N) = Your Name

(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name 

Warning: Mean Robb (>3<)

The snow falling always made your heart warm, the way the fallen snow melted against your skin made you smile. You are now of age, a lady in waiting. You are in the snow garden at Castle Elderfrost, a large gray castle with tall skinny trees and frost on all of the blue winter roses. 

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