ah his face on the last one

Ink and Kisses

Anon said to moi:

“Omg i want a tattoo artist jungkook!!!!!! 😭😩 smut/fluff/and honestly anything!!!! I just love tattoos artists jungkook but there aren’t alot of those fanfic…. can u help a poor girl out ??💖”

FIRst time trying a Tattoo artist AU. I had to do some reading before this, and JK is sO sexy i s2g. Still weird that I don’t really ever feel like doing the do with him. HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 1,400 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Tattooist au!

Part 1 | Part 2 (FINAL)

Originally posted by nnochu

No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N. 

Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.

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Petname Babygirl II pt.1

yoongi x reader

genre: smut, dom!yoongi, sugardaddy!yoongi

word count: 7.3k

Sleeping with some random guy was one thing. But realizing that he is your boss was a disaster until he offers you something tempting you cannot reject.

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

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170815 The War Fansign: Kyungsoo fanaccounts

Me: When did you start to raise Meokmul and Huchu?
KS: Ah, because I’ve always liked dogs~
Me: Ah…. I meant the opportunity to!!
KS: The opportunity to! (eyes get big) My parents used to dislike dogs! But I was determined and kept pushing until they said yes.
Me: Ah~ so they’re at your parents’ home??
KS: Yes~~

@LOVELYRIM0408: I forgot everything as soon as I made eye contact with Kyungsoo… I told him my wedding was in December and his eyes got even bigger as he congratulated me extremely earnestly haha. [On my request] his suggested nuptial song was For Life and when I asked if he could come sing it personally for us, he said “I’d like to….” haha. Kyungsoo, thank you sincerely for your suggestion and blessing

Me: You know how Mr. Jo Jungseok calls you a s..son of a bitch in Brother?
KS: Ah, yes !
Me: I have these dog-bird figures.. [t/n: s.o.b. and dog-bird are both spelled ‘gaesae’]
KS: Ah? They’re really called gaesae?
Me: Yes!
KS: There’s really something called gaesae??
Me: Ah n..no there’s not actually something called gaesae, these are just figures !
KS: (looks at boxes laughing) Ah so I have a chance of getting one of these four?
Me: Yes ! Please open it later~
KS: (was already opening it) Pfthahahaha

The dog-bird Kyungsoo got was the pug-bird ! When he asked me if “there was really something called gaesae..???” he was really serious about the question…

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Confessions in Jamaica (h.s.)

so my friend, @dunkirkc had requested this so long ago but i’ve been so busy writing other stuff but i’ve finally pushed myself to finish writing this. i’ve also been super busy with school ugh. the next writing i’ll be posting soon is the part 2 of Forbidden. hope you like this xx 

Originally posted by hxrryonce

i love how he jams out to his own music. precious baby he is. 

You were on your way to the studio straight from the airport in London. You anxiously tap your foot against the floor of the car, the cab driver honking at other cars through the crowded traffic. 

It was pouring outside, the same old gloomy and cold weather in London. You remember it exactly how the last time you came. 

You stomach swirled in nervousness and excitement when you got closer and closer to the building. 

You were on your way to see one of your closet friends, Harry, who you missed dearly and have known for about three years now. He had no idea you were coming. He thought you were still back in your home town on the other side of the ocean when he talked to you on the phone earlier. He kept mentioning how he wanted to fly out to see you before he left for two months to work on his album, hidden away from the world. 

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Contrary to popular belief, Dean is not worried about Cas. Does he start subtly tailing him around the Bunker? No. It could maybe be interpreted that that’s what he’s doing, but he’s actually just got a bunch of shit to do that just so happens to be in whatever room Cas is occupying at the moment. It’s a coincidence, thank you very much. Jesus, Sam, it’s not like Dean’s a stalker.

Except that he’s a little bit of a stalker.

Fine, okay—yes, Dean does start kind of… mother-henning a little bit. Does he freak out when the leaves turn and Cas goes out without a hat? Yeah. But that’s only because he doesn’t want to deal with the guy once he inevitably gets sick! It isn’t worrying, per se. Dean’s actions are totally motivated by self-interest. 

Seriously, he could care less that Castiel, freshly-Fallen-Angel-of-the-Lord, spends like four hours a day outside doing god knows what. That’s not a thing Dean thinks about at all. And like, the fact that Cas always comes back all smiley? Or leaves with a lunchbox? He doesn’t give a single fuck. Not one. 

Which is why, of course, Dean is now following roughly twenty paces behind Castiel, hunched over and, by everyone else’s definition of the word: sneaking. Of course, according to the Exhaustive and Wholly Accurate Dictionary of Dean Winchester, he is taking a nice, long walk. Alone. To get some air. And he’s hunched over because it’s cold—oh hey, wow, is that Cas? Huh, what are the odds!

It should be noted that Dean is fooling exactly no one.

Except, it seems, Castiel, who has apparently just been thrilled to have the eldest (more attractive) Winchester stuck to his ass for two weeks. Which is… kind of awesome, from Dean’s perspective. For no particular reason. 

Dean follows Cas into the woods behind the Bunker in what he considers to be stealth mode, and it turns out he doesn’t have to trail him for very long. Castiel soon discovers he has a human visitor when a fucking mangy wolf fucking jumps him from out of nowhere

And the wild thing? While Dean is yelling for Cas to save himself and trying to fight the damn beast off, Castiel just whistles twice, speaking softly in what sounds like Enochian before the thing goddamn whimpers like it’s disappointed and lopes back to… to who… its master?? Did Cas tame a wolf???

The mutt licks the side of Castiel’s face, and Dean figures that’s an unequivocal yes. 

What the fuck.

The fucker’s even laughing; one of those whole, fully-body things as the wolf knocks him off his feet and tackles him like they’re cubs play-fighting. Cas wears that really pretty, gummy smile Dean loves, and scratches behind her ears. “Good girl, Moz.”

“Moh-zod,” Dean mumbles to himself, frowning. What the hell kinda name is that?

Pushing her off of him, Castiel sits up and wraps his arms around her, playfully growling into the fur of her neck. Dean’s nose wrinkles in disgust because jesus, man, you got no idea where she’s been

“Dean,” Cas says, like they walked out here hand-in-hand instead of in a shroud of deception. “Meet Moz—Joy. That’s her name in English. She was abandoned by her pack and found me about a month ago.”

“Found you…?”

Castiel nods. “Mm. I was on a walk when she came right up to me.” He kisses her muzzle. “She was lost, too. Weren’t you?” he asks her with a smile. Looking at Dean, he says, “she must have sensed me.”

“Sensed you. Right.”

Except the more Dean thinks about it, the more he becomes convinced of the fact that—yeah, of course a wolf found Cas in the middle of fucking Kansas when they haven’t been here for generations. Of course. And of course, the dumbass decided to make friends with it. And of course… of course he look so happy, sitting on the muddy ground, play-fighting with a frickin’ predator. A-And he reaches into his freaking lunchbox to get a piece of raw porc and feed it to what should be a dangerous, wild animal. 

But she’s not, here. She’s… sweet. Misunderstood. Happy. Above all, Dean can tell she’s happy. That she makes him happy. And honestly, that’s kind of all Dean’s ever wanted; he just never thought it’d come in the form of a fully grown wolf.

“Jesus, Cas, you’re amazing,” Dean breathes, totally overcome. His eyes widen and his face heats. Cas pauses. “I—uh. I mean, an amazing friend. Best friend. You’re an amazing, um, best… ah… Cas…?” The last is whispered just before Castiel kisses him.

In the forest behind the Bunker, in the company of a freaking wolf, Cas just gets up, walks over, and lays one on him. “Thank you,” he murmurs upon pulling away. His hand comes up to entwine with Dean’s. He steps forward. “Come meet her. Moz, come say hi to Dean.”

Without complaint, Dean follows. 

Dean is so engrossed in his grief that in this moment he seems to remember Sam as an afterthought, like “ah yes I still have one thing to hang on to, my brother”. I think it’s the first time in the whole show that Dean seems to forget his protector role towards Sam… and Cas’ death did that. In this moment, Dean’s last tiny sliver of hope (that maybe Jack can bring Cas back) has been shattered by Miriam, and he has to shake himself out of the literal punch in the face it’s been to remember Sam is still there to save…

*wails* MY POOR BABY

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Forbidden Love | Pt. 4

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

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

Scrolling through the text messages for the last time, you took a deep breath and turned your phone off.

Leaning back on the bench you were sitting on, you closed your eyes and thought about what had happened just a while ago.

↳ One hour ago

“Your marriage with him is based on a contract, Y/N.”

The minute you heard those words coming out of Jimin’s mouth, your head shot up and you looked at him with a shocked expression plastered on your face. “W-What?”

Taking a deep breath, Jimin closed his eyes and mumbled. “Everything is fake, Y/N-ah..”

Not believing what he said, you covered your ears with your hands and started shaking your head from side to side furiously. “N-No! No you’re lying, Jimin! You’re saying that because you don’t want me to be with him! He wouldn’t do something like that! Taehyung wouldn’t do that!”

Hesitantly, he took a step towards you and reached out for your hands, stoking them softly. “This is the truth, Y/N.. His family forced him to marry you because they needed the money for their company. Taehyung was against it the whole time, until his family told him that he was allowed to divorce you after being married to you for 3 years..”

Closing your eyes, you let the tears roll down your face as you whispered with a shaky voice. “E-Everything was fake.. Every hug, every kiss, each ‘I love you’ was fake..”

Wrapping his arms around your shaking body, he stroke your hair gently. “Shh, I’m here.. I’ll be always by your side, Y/N..”

Pushing him away strongly, you punched his chest with your shaky hands. “No, you can’t! You belong to someone else, Jimin! You can’t be mine, we can’t be together!”

“Damn it, Y/N! Stop saying that I belong to someone else! I belong to you and only you! My heart beats for you! It belongs to you! Why can’t you understand this?!”

“Because my heart beats for Taehyung, Jimin!”

Hogworts worst kept secret

I recon Remus being a werewolf would be the worst kept secret in hogworts… like when snape finds out the next evening at dinner he get up and tells the whole school.

Remus is terrified and looks about ready to be sick or pass out.

james and Sirius are ready to protect him .they both have there hands on there wands ready to let hexes start flying at anyone who dare try hurt there friend.

Peter watching not shore what to do. But working out how they would make an exit if need be.

The teachers held there breath ready to step in.

Then someone laughs.

“What Remus? Are Remus lupin? The Remus who is lovely to everyone and cried once because a dog was too cute? Funny one snape. Whatever next james turning into a goat?”

James didn’t miss a beat.“ahh no don’t be stupid I’m a stag actually ! Gosh !” Rolling his eyes dramatically.

Sirius grins “I’m actually a Great Dane, keep up!”

And it just becomes this huge joke.

Peter helps feed the rumours. Keeping the joke going.

“Ah the curtain has fallen down must be werewolf lupin ”

“Ahh thers no more chicken left must have been werewolf lupin ”

“ I haven’t got my homework werewolf lupin ate it”

“Ahh a animal has been found dead on the grounds must have been werewolf lupin ”

And Remus is like “ ….yea about that last one.”

It even got to a point where he got a new scar on his face. He had no explanation for how he got it and a sixth year laughed saying “ werewolf fight I see. Did you win "moonie”?“

And Remus would just laugh uncomfortably ” ahh yea"
And the sixth year high five’d him and wonder off no questions asked.

No one questioned the blatant Proof that started popping up because there lovely Remus lupin couldn’t be a werewolf .

Remus has never felt to confused but excepted in his life.

Three’s a Crowd (Part 14)

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14.

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Tantalizing: 06

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Sub?Jungkook, Choking, Slight BDSM, Oral, Handjob, Sex Toy, Degrading Names, Spanking, Angst, Orgasm Denial, Blowjob, Intercourse, Masturbation, Hair Pulling, Slight Slapping?
Word Count: 5,148

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The Labyrinth Chapter 40

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.8k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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kixboxer  asked:

11 and 12 for viktuuri!

11. things you said when you were drunk

“Oh,” Yuuri Katsuki suddenly says. It’s jarring to hear him speak so clearly, when just a few minutes ago it seemed like he’d given up on English for the evening. “Oh no.”

Victor looks down at him. Or tries to. He’s got his hands full making sure Yuuri doesn’t slide to the hotel carpet. Or drift into a wall. It’s like trying to walk with a fistful of water.

And yet Yuuri doesn’t so much turn to face Victor as twirl. With a flourish.


“Was supposed to make a good impression,” he says, mournful. “I had a plan.”

“Katsuki,” he coaxes. Then, when that gets no response, “Yuuri. I need you to walk.”

Yuuri squints like he’s confused, like he’s lost the thread of their long, unexpectedly precarious journey from the banquet to his hotel room. Then carefully, as if he might miss the target, he reaches out with one finger and taps the tip of Victor’s nose.

“You gotta cute nose,” he says.

Victor blinks. Then swallows hard. “They usually Photoshop it,” he blurts out.

The set of Yuuri’s mouth goes solemn. “They should be fired.”

Victor only has time to huff out a laugh before he has to keep Yuuri from tripping over his own feet. It’s a near thing, too. He’s still not exactly sure what he was going to say.

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

Victor wakes up, as usual, with Yuuri’s face fully buried in his neck. How much it actually helps with the encroaching sunlight is debatable. But it’s cute, which is the important thing.

“Morning.” He scratches at the nape of Yuuri’s neck. “Thank you for what, by the way?”

Usually, Victor can look forward to at least five minutes of soft, grumpy little protests muttered into his chest. But Yuuri stills and yanks back, blinking himself awake.

“What,” he says.

“You were saying something last night?” Victor draws circles in Yuuri’s arm with his thumb, not sure what the problem is except that there, apparently, is one. “I’m sorry, I must have fallen asleep before–”

Ah, he realizes, as Yuuri turns his head into the pillow and attempts to sink into the earth. It doesn’t take him long to catch on. It’s roughly the third time this month.

“Yuuuuri,” he sighs, resting his chin between his fiancé’s shoulderblades. “You know it won’t kill you to say cute things to my face.”

“I’m trying,” Yuuri says. Or, that’s what it sounds like through the fabric.

Victor hums. He’s capable of patience. He can wait.

silk → kim taehyung & jeon jungkook (2)

⤷ college!au where you somehow steal the hearts of both the campus fuckboy and your best friend

fluff / angst / smut

warnings / the smallest amount of smut i have ever done

| pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 |

(updated every sunday)

Originally posted by kimtaehyung-gifs

It had been four days. For four days, Jungkook hadn’t seen or spoke to you. He had received various messages and calls from you, but ignored them. It was like he was missing something from his life, and he really didn’t know what to do with himself.

He was in Jimin and Yoongi’s dorm room, sitting on the floor and playing video games on their large television. He wished he didn’t feel as out of place as he did.

Jungkook had came to the dorm with a sad look and an overnight bag, asking “can I stay with you guys for a little while?” and being Jimin and Yoongi, they welcomed him into their home.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Jimin said, his eyes never leaving the screen as he clicked the buttons on his controller. “What happened between you and y/n that made you come stay with us?”

Jungkook pressed pause instantly, running a hand through his hair. He would never admit it, especially to his guy friends, but it was something more than “y/n was keeping secrets from me”. It was the feeling of his heart drop when he seen the hickey, it was the pain in his stomach when you didn’t tell him, it was the ache he had when he imagined you with a stranger on you. It didn’t make any sense.

“She was keeping secrets from me, and that’s something we don’t do.” Jungkook told him. At least it was partially true.

“Have you talked to her recently?” Jimin asked.


“Why don’t you just text her, tell her to meet up with you and talk through everything?” Yoongi suggested from the couch, where he was listening to every word. “You two have always been inseparable, it’s weird to stop speaking completely. Let her explain why she was keeping a secret from you.”

Jungkook knew Yoongi was right, he was often right, but he couldn’t force himself to find the right words to say. He couldn’t muster the confidence to talk to you, to start a conversation after four days of nothing. He did miss you, though.

“I don’t think texting her is a good idea.” Jungkook explained, returning his attention back to the game.

“I’ll text her for you.” Jimin stated. “I’m a master of smooth talk.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Yoongi said and rolled his eyes.

After a little more convincing, Jungkook had sent you a text message (with the help of Jimin). He only hoped everything would go back to normal and he wouldn’t still feel the ache in his chest.

You were in your room, sitting against the headboard of your bed with blankets gathered at your waist, when your phone vibrated on your lap. Stopping your adventures of channel surfing, you looked at the bright screen.

[ 10:33 pm ] kookie: hey… can we meet at latila’s?

You smiled. After days of not talking to your best friend, you were feeling lonely and quite frankly, you needed someone to talk to. The apartment was quiet all of the time, and you didn’t really have any other friends to rant to or get help for homework from. Just seeing his name light up your screen made your day better.

[ 10:34 pm ] y/n: i would love to, but i’m already in my pajamas. come home?

[ 10:35 pm ] kookie: i will tonight, i just thought it would be easier to talk at our favorite place first.

[ 10:35 pm ] y/n: ok, i’ll get ready then. see u soon?

[ 10:35 pm ] kookie: see u soon.

You couldn’t hold back a huge grin as you rushed to get ready. It was late, yes, but Latila’s was a coffee shop that was open 24 hours, and served the best coffee any time of night. It also helped that one of your friends worked the night shift most nights, so a lot of the time you were given special discounts.

You slipped on your jacket and shoes before rushing out of the door, grabbing your keys along your way.

The sky was dark and the air was cold when you walked down the street. You wouldn’t need to drive, the place was only a street away on the corner, so you thought it was fine. But you soon regretted it when you felt a cool wind.

You wrapped the jacket tighter around your body, only to feel an arm slip around your shoulder.

Jumping, you looked up to find Kim Taehyung smirking at you.

“Hello, love.” He grinned, not removing his arm from around your shoulders. “What might you be doing, walking around in the dark?”

“Don’t call me love.” you told him, slipping from his grasp. “And don’t you have some other girl to bother?”

“You’re cute when you’re upset, love.” he smiled.

You turned to face him. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he looked like a mess.

“Why do you look like you have blue balls?” you laughed.

He didn’t say anything, he only smirked again. You turned to the left, and he followed persuit. You stopped.

“Seriously, go away.” you said, glaring and wrapping your arms in front of your chest.

Taehyung moved closer. He leaned his head to your neck, so close but not touching, and you could feel his warm breath.

“Come with me.” he whispered.

You shivered, and your arms dropped to your sides. How had only a couple words make your body tremble beneath him? Why does he have such an effect on you?

“I thought you don’t do seconds?” you retorted. You hadn’t moved your body, though. You didn’t know if you were too frozen to move, or too scared that if you moved he would move away.

“I am willing to make an exception to hear you scream my name again.” he spoke lowly.

His lips were on your neck. It was a simple, quick peck on the part where your collarbone meets your neck. You bit your lip as you felt him give you another soft kiss on your neck, and then your jaw.

His lips were by your earlobe, kissing a small trail, when he whispered “just tell me when to stop.”

You turned to him, catching his dark and lust-filled gaze. Biting your lip again, you felt the familiar sensation between your legs. He smirked at your expression.

Suddenly, his lips captured yours. He pushed you into the nearest building, kissing you roughly. Your lips moved against his as though you had kissed a million times.

“Your house or mine?” he asked as he broke away.

Jungkook was sitting by the window only a couple yards away, watching as you spoke to Taehyung. He had never seen you two even look at each other, let alone speak, so why were you two speaking so intimately, as though you were friends?

You were smiling at something he said, when Jungkook felt a singe of pain. Then, he gulped. A realization dawned on him, all drowning him at once. All those moments where you had smiled at his dorky jokes, all those moments where you had helped him with his homework late at night, all those moments where you played with his hair when he was sick, all of those moments… meant so much more than he thought. You meant much more than a “best friend” ever could.

He watched you as Taehyung had started to kiss you. His eyes started to burn from unshed tears. 

Jungkook was in love with you.

He felt his phone vibrate, and fumbled with grabbing it from his pocket.

[ 11:19 pm ] y/n: hey, something came up. can we please meet up tomorrow or at the house tonight?

He ran his hands over his face, taking one last glance of Taehyung taking you away hand in hand, before replying.

[ 11:20 pm ] kookie: yeah, sure, anything for u.


ah, so i decided to update this every sunday. sometimes it’ll be updated on saturday’s, so be aware of that. thank you all for the love and support i’m getting for this!

Muñeca Traicionera

Summary: Sam decides to pull a prank on one Bucky Barnes - how far will it go? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Latinx!Reader

Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendos?

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m real scared about this fic b/c I feel like its not good but ANYWAYS, about 85% of the dialogue and some descriptions are in Spanish - NO English translations so either ask me or google translate for help lmao sorry - the songs mentioned are Propuesta Indecente by Romeo Santos and Loco by Enrique Iglesias!  I want to dedicate this to all my Hispanic/Latinx/POC writers and readers who have felt the lack of representation; hopefully this is the start of something good for all of us :) Enjoy! [PS: this is definitely not the last time I write a poc!/latinx!reader fic!]


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You’d holed yourself off in the cool darkness of a deserted pantry when it had started. The tile was cool against the flushed skin of your calves and toes. The darkness pressed against your eyes and ears in a comforting manner, making you feel safe. But also, unfortunately, highlighting the very things that had led to you trapping yourself in here in the first place.

Each thud of your heart felt like a dust against your chest. The muscles stretched above your heart to your sternum kept pinching and snarling their pain. You tried to hold your breath, thinking rather irrationally that if you slowed some of the movement the pain might cease. Drinking water hasn’t helped. Neither had lying down. Not really.

And holding your breath?

It only meant that you were no consciously aware that you were breathing. Having to focus on each pull of air into your lungs and mentally cursing that being so conscious of it was rather making the involuntary muscle movements all too voluntary. Each breath just wound your tension more. You couldn’t keep track of the number and what felt like an incredibly fast pulse trying to jump from your neck and chest. You felt like you ought to know though. Your body was screaming with terror, and it felt as if you might overload at any moment.

The floorboards outside the pantry creaked. You told yourself it was just the house settling. The footsteps? You were imagining hallucinatory monsters while in a highly suggestible state.The voices were harder to explain away.

There were only a limited number of people who could be in this house, and you wanted to explain to approximately none of them why you had hidden away in this currently unused storage space. Aside from a few bags of sugar and a container of salt, you were sure the only thing in this place before you shut off the light and closed the door were abandoned cobwebs and dust.

You really, truly hoped no one was so desperate for a cup of sugar they wouldn’t just go to the store on their own.

It wasn’t as if you could very well hide any more than you already were, but you shrank inward the little you could bringing trembling limbs tighter protectively. You pressed your cheek against the chill of the wall and hoped your heartbeat wasn’t as loud to them as it felt to you.

After a few moments, you realized you could discern at least two sets of voices. A Scottish woman’s and a man’s. You didn’t recognize either of them, and didn’t much want to think about what that meant.

“Obviously she’s a tad upset, that’s all. Are you sure you didn’t offend her?”

“Doctor, how would I offend a ship?”

The woman’s voice was further away now, more muffled and indistinct.

“You’d be surprised,” came a mutter far too close for your comfort. Then, worse, came the twist of a doorknob as you pressed yourself against the wall adjacent to the door. Whatever reason these people had for breaking in, you didn’t think they’d be pleased by a witness.

Because you were you, and your luck has always been frankly awful when it matters most, this wasn’t very successful.

“Well hello!” The man exclaimed after he flicked on the light. “This is a surprise!” 

He sounded quite happy, going by the speed of his chatter and the brilliant smile.

 “Have you been in here long? It’s a nice cupboard, bit empty. I’d say you’d do better with some biscuits and a few pillows but - oh! Or is this Sardines? Well, count me in!”

That said, he shut the door firmly once more, his right hand moving to the light switch before pausing with a frown. Sadly, he left the light still on.

You could see him better now though. Tweed jacket, bow tie, and long skinny legs to match. You weren’t sure if you wanted to get a good look at his face or not, but you’d shut your eyes tight against the sudden intrusion of light regardless. His rectangular face was topped with a dark swoop of hair that was clearly as much of a statement as his choice in wardrobe. The chipper attitude kept you balancing the fine line of unease and tentative hope that today wasn’t really going to cause even more problems. He seemed friendly. But the housebreaking implied he may very well just be a friendly psychopath.

The diversion he posed was not enough to break the aching weight that piled on your lungs like sandbags. It didn’t stop the stabbing, dry pain that was still attacking your rib cage. You rubbed at your chest with the heel of a palm as discretely as you could, attempting to deepen each breath by finishing it with your mouth instead of your nose. He wasn’t brandishing a weapon about, so you were tentatively hoping he wasn’t planning on killing you.

You only had to wait an annoyingly painful breath or two before you felt the man’s gaze on you rather than your surroundings.

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say you aren’t playing Sardines,” the man said companionably. “Did we scare you? No. No that can’t be it, you’d been in here a while before we arrived, hadn’t you?”

You found yourself nodding your agreement, not entirely sure why you were being honest. Except… that voice from earlier. It had called the person this voice belonged to ‘doctor’. Hadn’t it?

“Are you really a doctor?”

The man sat next to you, smiling brightly as if you were best friends.

“Better. I’m the Doctor,” he told you. 

You weren’t sure if he was cocky or charming.“Do you… do you often break into people’s homes? That’s not part of any residency program I know of. Most would say it’s illegal.”

Your words were accusing, but coated over with a mild sort of politeness that formed from a mixture of respect for medical professions and simple awareness that this man could be dangerously insane.

“Oh that, well I’ve never been big on normal anyway,” the man was terribly sunny. “Although, strictly speaking, didn’t exactly plan this.” His face contorted in a grimace. “I was trying to take my friend home for a surprise visit. We seem to have gotten it a bit wrong.”

That explained the clothes, you supposed.

Apparently, you’d said that out loud, because he practically squawked. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”

Nothing. You assured him. They were perfectly professional. A bit outdated in style, perhaps, but you supposed anyone would get tired wearing scrubs and white coats all the time.

He swirled around to face you, pulling a small cylindrical device that lit up and buzzed as he moved it through the air.

You discarded the obvious question of 'what in the Lord’s name is that’ and instead asked through a tight jaw, “What does that tell you, then?”

The man, the doctor, looked to his whirring device then back to you. He peered at your eyes in concern then slowly reached a hand out towards you. Just as slowly, he took one of your wrists.You stared at his pale fingers, ghostlike against your wrist, and abruptly realized he was taking your pulse.

“What has you so scared?” He breathed.

You tried to give him your best challenging look. What sort of question was that, anyway? Particularly from a housebreaker?

“I’m going to ask you a few questions, but while I do, I want you to take some deep breaths for me, can you do that?”

For some stupid reason or habit, you answered honestly.

“Breathing isn’t my favorite thing just now,” you confided with a bit of a grimace.

He squeezed your wrist lightly and stared into your eyes earnestly.

“Do it anyway. Just trust me. I need you to trust me.”

“Because you’re a doctor and you make people better?”

Why not? You thought. If he was a doctor, maybe he could make the pounding and stabbing and.. all of it just stop. Go back to normal.

“Exactly. Inhale, nice and deep." You obliged. After a few moments, he squeezed your wrist again, "And exhale.”

He did this a few more times before finally asking his questions.

“What’s your name?”

You told him, although your breath got a little stuck on it. He didn’t seem disturbed, and only encouraged you more.

“Y/N, what are five things you can see?”

Unlike the first, this question was odd under the best of circumstances, and you gave him a look that told him so. When you didn’t immediately answer, the doctor asked again after a moment.

“Chalk,” you started, still doubtful, but aware of the dusty stains on your fingers from when you’d been playing with your younger siblings and cousins earlier that day. Before you’d come over here to house sit and feed fish that the owners were convinced could possibly get lonely. “Broken spiderwebs.” You weren’t being paid to clean. No way were you inviting that sort of thing to be taken for granted either. “My jacket in the corner. Your bow tie. And your eyes.” You looked at him thoughtfully. “Are you an ER doctor?”

“It’s still my turn to ask the questions, Y/N.” He smiled again and booped you on the nose. “What about four things you can feel?”

“Mild irritation?” You offered, raising an eyebrow when he shook his head.

“No. Not feel with your emotions. Your physical sense of touch. Four things you can perceive through touch.”

“Your hand on my wrist,” you replied after a moment, rubbing your chest again thoughtfully. “Not as overpoweringly warm as I’d have feared. The floor. A slight air through the house from the vents. My shirt.”

He nodded approvingly.

“Good, good. And I do work a lot with emergency cases, not always in one room though. What are three things you can hear?”

That didn’t explain anything, but you figured it was a yes. It would explain his take charge attitude and the look in his eyes.

“Your voice. Your friend running down the stairs. And the fan in the next room over.”

“Very good. Can you tell me two things that you can smell?”

You frowned, having to work harder on this one.

“Dust, I suppose. The kind of musty smell from disuse, you know? The people who live here don’t use this much.” Who’d have guessed? You felt rather embarrassed for saying something so obvious, but he appeared to find it interesting enough. At least, there wasn’t a glimmer of ‘what an idiot’ visible on his face. “And.. a perfume, maybe? It’s faint on you, but I suppose your friend wears it?”

“Ah, yes. She does that. Rassilon knows why. Last question for now. What’s one thing you can taste?”

At first you’d opened your mouth to say you couldn’t very well taste anything. Your mouth was so dry you barely had spit. Before realizing that actually wasn’t the case at all. And you could taste a slight flavor in the air. 

More than just the acrid taste of leftover fear or salt from your skin.

“Is that… bananas?”

“Always take bananas to a party.” He winked at you and brandished a banana in his free hand. Then he offered it to you and released your wrist, surprising you as you realized you’d been breathing just fine on your own. Were still breathing fine. At some point, the agony had stopped.

“But there’s no party here,” you asked doubtfully, hesitantly accepting the mysterious banana.

He just shrugged.“The human race loves parties. I’m sure we’ll find one soon enough. Want to come along?”

You looked down at your outfit then back to him and tried to open your mouth as he opened the door and called for his friend. Who was apparently named Amy.

“What was all that? What happened to me? How did you stop it?" You shook your head, trying to make sense of it all. "It felt like I was dying. Like… like I was the Energizer Bunny on speed in its death throes.”

The doctor gave you an 'ah’ of comprehension.

“Sometimes your brain will send an adrenaline surge through your body and activate your fight or flight responses. And presto, anxiety attack. All better now though. So, what do you say to that party? You already have a banana, why not go all the way?" 

His friend, who was apparently a woman just as pale but with bright red hair, skipped up to him wearing nothing but striped pyjamas.

“I love parties! But we’ll need a change of clothes, Doctor.”

“Right you are, best get that sorted out. Come on, Y/N!” The man winked at you. “Geronimo!”

What Hurts The Most

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 1585

Warnings: NSFW! 18+ SMUT! Swearing, angst, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!)

Request: Anon: Omg nemesis I loved your movie night stories! So well written and detailed! I have a request if you’re taking them, how about an angst filled reader after her break up with Bucky? I’ll let you decide how and why the break up happens and how they handle it. Angst, fluff and maybe a smidgen of smut? Thanks in advance!

A/N: Here you go my dear! Hopefully it is what you are looking for!

Originally posted by gliceria

Everything hurt.

That is the thought that rolled through your mind as you opened your eyes and squinted at the offensive sun shining through the curtains. You looked at the bedside table and saw that the clock read 7:23 a.m. You also noticed two empty bottles of wine sitting behind the clock.

Well… that explained why your head felt like it took a trip through a meat grinder.

With a groan, you propped yourself up on an elbow and fumbled around for your cell phone. The little blue light was flashing, signaling a notification. Bringing it to life, you had three missed calls and five text messages from Steve. You missed your morning workout session. Third time this week. Yada, yada… Whatever.

You attempted to sit up on the side of the bed. “Nope,” you said to yourself before laying back down, staring at the ceiling. How much did you drink last night? Did you eat? Why were you still in your jeans? It was too bright in here.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Can you shut off the sun?” you asked the interface system. She was always quick to answer, her Irish accent filling the room, “I think that is a little out of my realm of expertise, but I can do this.” You jumped at the sound of the metal shutters closing over the windows. Pitch black… it suited your mood.

You picked your phone back up and pulled up the text messages. Hitting Steve’s name, you typed a quick, ‘Not feeling well,’ before checking your emails. Your thumb slid over the gallery tab before you thought better of it. You didn’t know why you were torturing yourself this way…

Bucky’s smiling face appeared. It was the last selfie you two had taken together before the break up. Your heart constricted inside of your chest. The happiness in the picture was hard to look at. “Damnit,” you whispered before throwing your phone to the floor. You felt the familiar sensation of tears forming in your eyes. On a quiet sob, you let them spill. The anguish was crippling. You missed him. His smile, his laugh, his voice… him.

It hurt.

A loud knock at the door startled you out of your reverie. You swiped your hands over your face, erasing the tears before sitting up quickly. Too quickly in fact. Your head spun so hard you almost fainted. “What?” you yelled out harshly.

“It’s Steve, may I come in?” he said through the door. Crap, it was locked. You threw your legs over the side of the bed and tried standing again. Whew, ok… so far, so good. While holding onto everything you encountered, you made it to the door. You clicked the lock and opened the door enough for Steve to walk in. You switched the lamp on and sat at the end of the bed.

You looked up at him standing in front of you. You watched as his eyes surveyed your room. You could tell he took note of the empty bottles of wine on the nightstand and the other empty liquor bottles in the trash can. He bent to pick up the broken picture frame out of the trash. He wiped the glass off the picture of you and Bucky and sighed.

“He got back from his mission late last night,” he said as he placed the picture on the desk. “Sam said it was pretty routine. No problems.”

“Good for him,” you said snidely. You knew you were being pissy, but this mission he went on was the reason behind your break up in the first place. You looked at Steve’s feet as you got lost in thought…

‘Yea doll, fuck… just like that.’ Bucky said while gripping your hips tighter. You placed your hands on his chest for leverage and rolled your hips faster against his. You were in perfect sync together, with every backward roll of your hips, he would thrust up. He was so deep that he would bump your cervix with every pump. The little sting of pain was perfect in combination with your clit hitting his pelvic bone.

‘Bucky… baby…,’ you moaned, over and over. Your nails scraped over his chest when his rough thrust jolted your pleasure up another notch. ‘Oh, my god…’ you sat up straight, placed one hand behind you on Bucky’s thigh and the other slipped between your bodies to rub your clit. Your head fell back on a moan. The sounds leaving your mouth made you sound like a wanton woman.

‘Fuck doll face, you’re so damn beautiful like this,’ Bucky grunted underneath you. His movements became sloppy as he was nearing his finish. His grip on your hips was going to leave finger shaped bruises. His metal hand slid up your body to tweak your nipple. You slammed your hips down on him one last time, screaming out your orgasm. ‘Ah, oh my…FUCK!’ Bucky shouted as he spilled himself inside you. You collapsed onto his chest and nuzzled your face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around your back while letting your heartbeats settle.

‘Do you have to go?’ you whispered after a while. You stacked your hands on his sternum and propped your chin on top to look at him. Bucky’s face was serious as he brushed the hair away from your face.

‘You know I do,’ he sighed.

‘I don’t understand why I can’t go with you,’ you thought you would argue your case one more time. ‘All I need to do is get close enough to the target to touch him. Then I can tell you any information you need to know. Seconds is all I need.’

‘That is the exact reason why I said no to you going.’ He pushed his own hair back, giving you a stern look. ‘These are dangerous people and you don’t need to be that close to them. End of discussion. Besides, you and Wanda have more training exercises to do.’

‘You’re not my keeper Bucky,’ you said while rolling off him and walking to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up and put your robe on. When you went back into the bedroom, Bucky had sat up on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

‘I didn’t say that I was. I just want to keep you safe damnit, and I can’t do that if I have to concentrate on the target and you at the same time.’ He looked up at you, his eyes pleading with you to understand.

‘This is always how it is going to be, isn’t it?’ you asked, leaning against the door jamb. ‘You’re never going to see me as a part of the team.’

‘With a little more training to hone your senses…’ he started to say, but you raised your hand and shook your head. You were past the point of reasoning. You rummaged around for your clothes, hastily putting them on. You opened the door to walk out.

‘We’ll talk about this when I get back,’ Bucky said, standing from the bed. He looked as lost as you felt.

‘No, we won’t,’ you stated as you walked out the door, leaving your heart behind.

You were brought back by a pair of fingers snapping in front of your face. You shook yourself and looked back up at Steve. His brow was furrowed in confusion. You looked away. You needed alcohol.

“He looks awful, if that makes you feel any better.” Steve put his hands on his hips and used his Cap voice. “Just go talk to him. I would shower first though.” With that, he turned and walked out of your room.

You were stunned, but it was effective. You sighed and trudged your way to the bathroom.


You found him down in the gym. He hadn’t noticed you yet so it gave you time to look him over. Still gorgeous as always. He had lost a little weight, but still looked delicious. Damn the man. Sweat was clinging to his back and his black running shorts were sitting low on his hips as he ran on the treadmill. He was looking straight ahead, pumping his arms, pushing himself. He hit the button to stop the machine, grabbed a towel to wipe his face and stepped down. He dropped the towel, finally noticing you standing near the doorway.

You both just stared at each other. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t know what to say or if he was waiting on you to start the conversation. Your question was answered when all he did was turn and head for the shower room. You sighed, rolling your eyes. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Bucky!” you called out. He came back through the doors and you almost lost your nerve. The man was only wearing a towel around his hips. You gulped, “I heard the mission went smoothly.”

A look you couldn’t decipher passed over his face, “That’s what you want to talk about?” He threw his hands in the air. You didn’t say anything more, at a complete loss for words.

He grabbed his gym bag from the floor and walked over to you, stopping just a breath away. He reached up and ran his thumb across your bottom lip. Then he shook his head and without another word, walked out. The haunted look in his eyes caused a broken sob to escape your throat.

Everything still hurt.

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You Were In Screaming Color, Pt. 1

Stan Uris x Bill Denbrough

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Angst, swearing, bullying by antisemitism

Requested: No

Author’s Note: This fandom has an abysmal lack of stenbrough and I intend to remedy that. I’ve been trying for a while to get this idea down on paper for a million different ships and even some of my OCs. But you know what, I have finally found the perfect ship: Stan the Man and Stuttering Bill! The title for this piece comes from Taylor Swift’s song Out Of the Woods. A huge thank you to @biilldenbrough for reading this and letting me hurt her feelings with this. (Thanks, Kait!) This is a soulmate!au (because I’m always a slut for soulmate!aus) and modern day!losers club so please enjoy!

Originally posted by teapotsandroses

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Sister Date | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi guys! It’s been a while since I’ve posted a write up I’m sorry I just don’t have that much time to write anymore. I remember when I used to post imagines everyday, so sorry but I think I’m gonna be able to write once or twice a week now. But yeah, anyway this was requested and I had fun writing this. Sorry this took so long! Enjoy!

Request:  Could you do an imagine where Zach is confused your at his house bc he knows y'all didn’t make any plans but then you’re like “oh I’m not here for you. I promised may (his sister) that I would take her shopping” and just zach getting all happy that you’re spending time with his sister.


I knock at the huge front door of the Dempsey’s while straightening out my top. A couple of seconds later and the door swings open and a pleasantly surprised Zach Dempsey stands in front of me. His eyes were opened wide in shock.

“Well this is a nice surprise!” Zach exclaims as he pulls me in for a hug then kisses the crown of my head.

“I thought you were doing something today, babe? What brings you here?” he continues to ask as he takes a piece of hair away from my face and pushes it behind my ear.

“Oh, I’m not here for you.” I reply as I pinch both of his cheeks.

“I’m here for your sister. I promised her that we’ll go out together today.” I add.

“Aww, that’s great babe! I’ll just get changed for a minute and come back down then.” he replies but before he could leave, I grab his wrist and laugh.

“Babe, it’s a girls’ day out. You can’t come.” I tell him and he pouts.

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Blush - Wade Wilson x Reader

I wanted to put one of him with his scarred face but I couldn’t find one that was cute enough. Because it had to be pretty cute…

“Wade?” You called, walking into the living room of your apartment. You found him spread across the couch, his mask coming off half his face and large slash masks across the chest area of his suit.

A smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you watched his chest rise and fall gently. When he was asleep you could almost forget that he was a ruthless assassin.

Walking over to your boyfriend, you leant over the arm of the couch where his head lay. You gently pulled his mask up so you could kiss him on the forehead. Pressing his lips to his scarred skin, you closed your eyes.

Next thing you knew, strong hands had grabbed your waist and flipped you over onto the couch. When you opened your eyes and gained your bearings again, you realised that you were now somehow on the couch with Wade leaning above you. His hands were on either side of the couch by your head.

“Wade…” You said slowly.

“Yes, (Y/n)?” He smiled innocently.

“What was that for?”

“What was what for?” He grinned.

“Why have you trapped me on the couch.”

“Because I like you underneath me.” Wade winked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“That’s not a good enough reason to nearly break my neck.”

“I think it is.” Wade smirked, leaning down to kiss you. He bit your lip before pulling away.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.” He said, leaning down again to kiss you gently on the forehead.

You felt yourself blush slightly.

“Ah! See, I got the colour in your cheeks!” Wade said, triumphant.

“Oh shut up.” You placed your hands on either side of his face, pulling him down to you. You leaned up to kiss him but Deadpool put his hand between your two lips.

“Wait, wait.” He said.

“You really don’t want me to kiss you?” You said, eyebrow raised.

“No, no.” He removed the hand and pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss which lasted only a few seconds.

“Am I the only one who gets that colour in your cheeks?” He asked.

“Oh no, I have like twenty other boyfriends who get me to blush by saying cute things.” You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, don’t get sarcastic with me, Missy.” Wade tapped your nose with a finger.

“But seriously, am I the only-” You cut him off by pulling his lips back to yours, shifting so that you were lying side by side on the couch, and then so you were lying on him.

“You’re the only one, Wade. And you were right, I do love you.”

“Good.” He smiled, “Because you should know that if someone else ever does try to get you to blush like I do, I would like to invite them round for tea.”

You frown, tilting your head.

Wade smirked up at you, “And then kill them.”