best thing to come from this love whatever

Renamed Musicals
  • The Last Five Years: We were happy for ten minutes
  • Bring It On: just like the movies but better because Lin-Manuel Miranda
  • Dogfight: All My Friends Are Dead by: Eddie Birdlace
  • American Psycho: Benjamin Walker's abs ft. Jennifer Damiano
  • Spring Awakening: horny German teenagers make me cry thirty times
  • Gypsy: Broadway dance moms
  • In the Heights: remember Lin Manuel Miranda before Hamilton?
  • Jersey Boys: we're all shitty people but at least we're shitty people who can sing
  • How to Succeed in Business: life is good if you can lie
  • Matilda: Carrie Jr.
  • Daddy Long Legs: haha she said "daddy"
  • Children of Eden: the bible ft. belting
  • Tick, Tick...Boom: Remember Jonathan Larson before Rent?
  • Urinetown: urine jokes and Hunter Foster
  • A Chorus Line: we're all suffering so we cover up our emotions with dancing
  • Newsies: hot gay teenage boys stomp a lot
  • The Book of Mormon: we're all suffering so we cover up our emotions with religion
  • Footloose: let hiM BE A DANCER!!!1!!
  • Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown: crazy women take lots of Valium
  • Next to Normal: crazy woman takes a lots of Valium
  • Avenue Q: ruining your childhood one song at a time
  • Bullets Over Broadway: Zach Braff can sing?
  • If/Then: Elphaba marries Roger
  • Parade: JRB can't write anything happy
  • Honeymoon in Vegas: JRB finally writes something happy
  • Ragtime: everyone's a little bit racist but it's okay because it's 1910
  • The Full Monty: suicide and strippers
  • Jekyll and Hyde: Frank Wildhorn needs to chill
  • Wonderland: Frank Wildhorn really needs to chill
  • Bonnie and Clyde: Frank Wildhorn finally finds his chill
  • Catch Me if You Can: Aaron Tveit ignores his feelings with jazz numbers
  • Merrily We Roll Along: we were all happy for like ten minutes
  • Cats: what?
  • Spelling Bee: guy from Modern Family ft. erection song
  • [title of show]: what musical theatre majors go through after college
  • Calvin Berger: Cyrano with horny teenagers
  • Legally Blonde: Laura Bell Bundy can belt my face off
  • Little Women: Jo isn't straight but alright whatever
  • Assassins: kill a president and all your problems will be solved
  • Clinton the Musical: the best thing to come out of Broadway in 50 years
  • Carrie: Matilda with murder
  • Rent: we're all dead inside but it's alright
  • Jasper in Deadland: we're all dead inside but it's not alright
  • Falsettos: family is important ft. the guy from into the woods
  • Company: love is stupid and so are all of you
  • Evening Primrose: literally wh a t the fuck
  • The Frogs: literALLY WH A T THE FUCK
  • School of Rock: these kids have more talent in their left pinkies than you ever will
  • The Addams Family: she's being pulled in a new direction
  • Aladdin: seriously SO much better than the movie
  • Bare: horny American teenagers make me cry thirty times
  • Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson: everyone hates Andrew Jackson boo hoo
  • The Bridges of Madison County: Kelli O'Hara needs to stop being perfect immediately
  • Finding Neverland: somebody wrote fanfiction about J.M. Barrie
  • Fun Home: you're gonna cry a lot
  • Heathers: literally fuckin chill
  • Hamilton: literally fuckin chill (reprise)
  • Love's Labour's Lost: horny college students are horny college students
  • Meet John Doe: Heidi Blickenstaff can belt my face off
  • Pippin: sad gay circus boy
  • Shrek: everyone makes fun of this musical but it's seriously amazing????
  • Something Rotten: 16th century fanfiction
  • Tuck Everlasting: become best friends with your kidnappers
  • Waitress: Deep Dish Blueberry Pie
  • Sweeney Todd: Deep Shit Blueberry Pie
  • West Side Story: MARIA!
  • Zombie Prom: lol why
Chantaje - Mieczysław Stilinski Smut

REQUESTED: No, I just haven’t written for a while, and I wanted to do something for you guys!

WARNINGS: Hickeys, fingering, blowjob

SUMMARY: When you run into Stiles at a club, your past comes out. It takes a further encounter in the bathroom for you to both be okay again.

NOTES: I’ve listened to this song too many times, and it’s becoming problematic.

AAAAAnyways, SMUT YAY! (I miss writing smut. I haven’t had the motivation since my birthday because a lot’s happened.)

Hope you enjoy! Based off this song (and there will be translations of the lyrics too dw <3)

Originally posted by readersleepingintheforest

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signs as introverts, ambiverts, and extroverts
  • aries introvert: has many goals and aspirations under the surface. they tend to much more calm than a "typical" aries.
  • aries ambivert: quick and sharp. may not enjoy parties or dinners, but may enjoy socializing in general.
  • aries extrovert: sharp-tongued, hard-driven, a bit of a chatterbox. may be quite competitive.
  • taurus introvert: practical, lowkey loves love, reliable and trustworthy.
  • taurus ambivert: comes off as moody and cautious. has trouble choosing between doing the right thing and doing whatever
  • taurus extrovert: more open-minded to breaking away from routine activities. could be quite inconsiderate with words.
  • gemini introvert: prefers social media platforms. intelligent and lowkey manipulative
  • gemini ambivert: communicative and witty, but really enjoys taking time to unwind
  • gemini extrovert: best storytellers, are dramatic and tell it like it is. curious.
  • cancer introvert: loving and quiet, hides in the shadows and loves family-oriented activities
  • cancer ambivert: soft-spoken and asks more questions than statements, curious.
  • cancer extrovert: wants to be in the know. thrives on social contact, especially with close friends and family
  • leo introvert: probably lowkey extroverted, otherwise usually embodies more of the loyal side rather than the royal side
  • leo ambivert: likes to make statements with their appearance more than their words. loves going out with friends
  • leo extrovert: confident, a little sassy, and believes they should be treated like a princess. stands up for themselves
  • virgo introvert: quiet, reserved, and extremely analytical in the real world that surrounds them.
  • virgo ambivert: will initiate a conversation sometimes but dislikes small talk and still prefers to lurk in the shadows
  • virgo extrovert: sociable and communicative. likes to be in touch with your goals and understandings.
  • libra introvert: doesn't like to show off, not as flirty, extremely generous and caring
  • libra ambivert: likes to daydream, loves having slumber parties and doing their friends' makeup and hair
  • libra extrovert: flirtatious, willing to volunteer, bubbly, and romantic
  • scorpio introvert: mysterious, observant, quiet, a more intimidating persona
  • scorpio ambivert: the kind to throw a party but can't be seen throughtout the party
  • scorpio extrovert: talkative but not as open about feelings, competitive.
  • sagittarius introvert: philosophical, open-minded, looks at a bigger picture
  • sagittarius ambivert: enjoys traveling, witty and sarcastic but sometimes may have dry humor
  • sagittarius extrovert: outgoing, bubbly, carefree, and loves to have crazy adventures
  • capricorn introvert: very reserved, shy, hard-working, and determined
  • capricorn ambivert: may have a love for nature, and can be affected by weather.
  • capricorn extrovert: enjoyable, sarcastic humor, laid-back, and chill
  • aquarius introvert: quiet, mystical, a bit mysterious, lurks around, kind of nerdy
  • aquarius ambivert: usually more shy in public and then more outgoing around family and friends. fun and very humorous
  • aquarius extrovert: friendly, approachable, unique, and marches to the beat of their own drum
  • pisces introvert: shy, quiet, reserved, and clearly emotional. very cute and smol
  • pisces ambivert: sweet and caring. likes to introduce you to new people. spaces out easily,
  • pisces extrovert: seems less sensitive than they really are. bubbly and weird.

You don’t love girls on the playground, or long for them from afar.
Instead you stay inside with the teacher and build card castles from an incomplete deck and wish that you had blonde hair and aeropostale sweaters

You don’t love girls in middle school. You don’t love anyone for that matter, especially yourself. You think of boys destroying you and call it love. And when that fails, you destroy yourself slowly and invisibly. No one notices.

You don’t love girls when you finally get to high school. You don’t know anyone and don’t want to. You excel and you strive and your words are so sharp and sure no one questions anything you do. You still haven’t gotten used to being lonely and you suffocate on your thoughts.

You meet a girl halfway through your freshman year and you don’t love girls, especially that one. You wish you could say she wasn’t like the sun or the endless depth of the ocean or a city at night viewed from an airplane or the cup of coffee that revives you in the dead of winter at 4 am while you’re buried in textbooks. You wish you could say she wasn’t every cliched word spilled from the pen of an amateur poet’s bleeding heart because you don’t love girls. You don’t love girls. You don’t love girls. You can’t love girls. Not this girl, not the best and only friend you’ve ever had. Your faux confidence compliments her Libra sensibilities, You are passionate, while she is kind. She is made from the things you lack, and she is built to break your heart in the worst way possible. And you know she loves you, everyone does. In the end, you can’t say no to the words she never asked. You give in to her but you still don’t love girls.

You kiss her and you love her so much you forget to hate yourself. You love her more than this life and whatever comes after and if the sun exploded today you would fight it just to preserve this feeling. You would denounce any philosophical ideology, personal belief, or relationship to hold her. You don’t realize it in time. You don’t realize you love girls until the girl you claimed you didn’t love left you. You see your love for girls at the bottom of a bottle and the burning embers of a joint. You see it when you push your bed against the wall so you don’t have to look at the side that she use to sleep on. You see it when you sob for Orlando and also when you attend your first Pride. You love girls, because it wouldn’t hurt this much if you didn’t.

You love girls, you know you do. Not because you’ve known since you wore light up sneakers and had gaps in your teeth. Not because you dress like a tomboy and later like a frat boi even though you have long, beautiful hair. You love girls because you have suffered and loved and lost. You love girls enough to write shitty poems about the girl that enlightened and left you. You love girls and wait for the day they love you too.

—  what i learned in the years before i knew i was gay
Business and Pleasure - Part 5

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,231

Warnings: Swearing, slight violence

Originally posted by marvel-freak

Steve was there in mere minutes. He must have rushed over from work, as he was still wearing his usual suit and tie.

Without a word, he enveloped you in a tight hug, his embrace comforting. You couldn’t help the tears that escaped your eyes, trickling down your face. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments. Steve was silent, waiting for you to speak first. You hadn’t been very coherent on the phone. All he had really understood was when you asked him to come over. The pain in your voice was evident, making him panic. He had just been leaving work, so he grabbed the first cab he found and made his way to your new home. The fare had been expensive, but he didn’t really mind. It was the quickest way to get to you.

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Paste Magazine: Okay then, tell me this: A lot of this record does seem to be about how time will remember you. So how do you want to be remembered? It’s a hundred years from now and somebody looks Joanna Newsom up on whatever device they use to look things up, what do you hope it will say?

Newsom: I don’t know. Obviously, I’d like for it to say something. It’s kind of distressing to trip out on the notion of nothing coming up, of just being a blank. But it’s all so abstract to think about. I’ll be long gone. I think the only thing that really matters is that my friends and family from this space of my existence hopefully remember me well and love me and if I have kids that they remember me well and love me, and whatever love I gave them translates to them being happy and healthy people and them passing love onto the next people that come after them. And that’s the best form of immortality that I think there is. Not to be too corny, but kindness and love is essentially the only real immortality. And I guess evil is immortality as well. Any time you do an evil act it has repercussions for generations. I think those sorts of basic choices—good vs. evil—are some of the only substantive ways we have of marking the future forever.

So I know there’s a lot of TimKon content about Kon comforting/helping Tim, and that’s great content!I adore it. But I feel it can feel a tad onesided at times? So can I take a moment to appreciate Tim helping Kon, because they saved each other. 

Tim making consistent trips out to Smallville, even though the travel is time consuming, because he wants to check on and see Kon. 

Kon waking up from a nightmare to find Tim curled around him and telling him it’s just a dream. 

Tim being there for Kon when Clark didn’t really accept him.

Tim being the one to reassure Kon he is good when Kon is focusing on his Luther DNA, and being ready and willing to counter every negative thing Kon may come up with to say about himself. 

Tim being so absolutely in love with his boyfriend and making sure Kon never forgets that

Forever Yours

Originally posted by jjks

Genre : Angst, Romance, Soulmate!au, Reincarnation!au

Summary : For the beginning until the end, it was you; the one that he loves the most.

Words : 2.9k

Warning : Mention of death, blood

a/n: this is the fastest oneshot that i have made and i have to update the lost memories too, i will probably edit it after this because of grammar mistakes and so on. btw, this oneshot is inspired by scarlet heart ost by cbx, you guys should listen to it. anyways thanks for reading it! xoxo

For Jungkook, his definition of soulmate is you. Your existence in this world lightens up the darkness in his world; in every life that he lived. You were brought to his life so that he can grow and expand into the best version of himself. From his first encounter with you, he knew that God created you for him and himself for you.

A perfectly match made in heaven.

Yet, he knows that the tale of his love with you is not an ordinary one like others that end up with a happy ending. In contrast, every life that he lived, you would end up died because of your willingness to sacrifice yourself to save his life. At the end, he was left alone, suffering and withstanding the pain of your loss. Despite of that, his love for you never grew lessens.

The memories of you still freshly wrapped in his mind inducing him to grow stronger than before, believing that one day even in his another life, both of you will be together, happier than in the other life.

But, you do not remember him at all.

In every life, you have no memories of him in your past life. It was just him, the one that remember you but not you. He remembered in his first life, himself being a son of the royal physician and you being a daughter of the royal minister.

“Hi, I’m Y/n” the little you stretched out your hands to shake with him. Jungkook, who is wrapping his arms around his legs while sitting on the bench by the pond, lifted up his head to face the owner of the hands. He felt reluctant to reply your handshake as he has being told not to talk to any strangers.

You slowly shoved back your hand to its actual position before take a seat beside him. You started to hum and playing the sand with your legs. The silence between you and him broke as your ears catched a voice of screaming beside you making you to jolt backwards before regain your consciousness.

A smile curled on your lips as you saw Jungkook already standing on the bench and mumbling some kinds of words that you do not even understand. Your gaze fall from the tip of his fingers pointing something on the ground that might be a reason of him behaving like this.

Frog. A giggle escaped from your lips as Jungkook instantly turned his head to face you with his eyebrows twitched in confusion.

“What’s wrong with you?”

You stood up before brushing your clothes from the dust and pace towards the frog and tossed it away from there. While you rubbed your hands against he clothes, your sharp ears catched a low tone voice saying thank you. You know it’s him and from that on you grew closer to him more than you can imagine.


Jungkook is wandering along the stall, seeking for something to eat when he heard the people around talking about the final candidate of the Crown Princess that have been selected from the short list of the candidate.

He stopped in tracks and his brains started to interpret the information that he just received. In a sudden his heart beats in an unusual beat and his palms getting sweaty because of anxiety. Right now, he prayed to God that the final candidate would not be the person that he thought of.

He shut his eyes closely and began to hear the news.

Crown Prince is going to be tied to the daughter of military affair’s minister, Y/n.

It’s you.


It becomes the usual routine for you and him to meet behind the empty house. The owner of the house was already moved to other district after her wife’s death, leaving the house empty without any people living in it for a decade. But it is different now; you are not supposed to meet him after you had been chosen as the final candidate of Crown Princess.

It is dangerous for you to be seen with another man right now. Jungkook tried to persuade you not to meet him tonight but you urged him until he can’t say no. Yet, in the bottom of his heart, he is glad that you still want to meet him tonight without even thinking the pros and cons of this meeting. The corner of his lips twitched upwards, plastering a smile.

The greatest of your love towards him turned you to become a girl that willing to risk your own life, just for a guy named Jeon Jungkook.

He thought after the announcement, he would not able to see you again and he can’t bear of that thought. It is hard for him to endure the thought of you being married to another man than himself. Sometimes he thought if he become the Crown Prince, it would be great because from the first, he would choose you and not the others. It would be great for him to be with you every seconds until both of you grew old.

But he is just a son of a physician. It is not like he is not grateful with his life. He loved his family, he loved his dad being an intelligence physician, he loved his mom being a caring housewife, and he loved his brother being a supportive one. His life is perfect yet you filled the half of his heart. Without you being by his side, he has to struggle to pain of losing you that will stay for a long time probably for the rest of his life.

A sudden pairs of arms wrapped his waist from. The back snapped his mind back to the reality. As the breath tickles his neck and the face buried on the back of him, he knows it was you. The way your arms wrapped perfectly fit around his waist. He swiftly turns to face you before you cupped his cheeks and pulled towards yours until your lips met with him.

How perfect was that moment when your lips synchronize with him and you started to deepen the kiss by pulling him closer to you.

Jungkook want to savour this moment as he afraid that it will be last time for him to feel your lips on his again.

“Let’s run away”

Jungkook stopped and pulled back after hearing your sudden bluntness. His eyes travelled from your lips back to your eyes as he stared into your eyes to find the glint of eagerness. You really meant it, he thought. You yanked your hands away from him as he seems disagree with your idea. You took a step back, which makes him slightly taken aback.

Your eyes on verge of tears, he saw it.

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?”

Your questions skip his heart a beat.

“I love you so much. More than you can imagine and I will do anything to keep you by my side and make you happier like before, and even happier.”

The thought of stop loving you never crossed in his mind; the girl that he loves the most. Loving you is the best thing that happens in his life and if lives in the next life, he wants to keep loving you. But how can you thought of that He took a steps forwards and grasped your arms pulling you against his chest as he nuzzled on your neck hoping that it will soothe you.

But today, it seems your fate is not on your side when you heard a voice shrieked at the two of you.

“Stop whatever you are doing!”

Jungkook slowly pushed you beside him and stretched out his hand, preventing you to come forwards. He hoped by doing his would avoid you from getting hurt. Those men steps closer from both of you while gripping a sword tightly. Jungkook’s hearts is going to burst as his heart started to beat rapidly than usual. He knows that you are frightened when you clutched to his arms firmly. He needs to remain calm, his facial expression needs to be control, do not show too much of fears. He needs to be fearless.

Because of you.

“Our little princess is having some fun with another guy. Let’s add more fun to them!” The men remarked in a sarcastic way. Your eyes keep wandered around as you bit your lower lips to prevent from trembling.

“In three, we run.” His low tone voiced is enough for you to hear.


The climax reached when you sense the movement behind you and you quickly turned your head behind to men who is already in his steady position to stab his sword in Jungkook’s back. A soft breath touched your ears.


Three. Thanks to your spontaneous react, as you managed to push him away from you and you saw him running a metre away from there, unaware that you are here with a sword implanted through your petite body. Blood burst out from your mouth down to your chin when your eyes captured a pair of eyes across you, staring into yours with a sign of shock filled in it. Your lips move slowly in order to mutter the last word for him.

Jungkook stood there, disbelief of what he saw. The air around him began to suffocate him as he is watching you on your last breathe yet you managed to utter those words.

I love you


Jeon Jungkook.

A familiar voice hit his eardrum and began to send the impulse to the brain. He knows it was you, standing behind the door when the moment he saw your eyes filled with concerned, peeking through the windows. His brain began to recall all the memories between both of you in his past life. Words could not explained how delighted he is when you entered the room, believing that at last, you will be reunited with him.

Y/n. He called you by your name in his past life and it seems in his current life, you still have the same name as his. But his expectation goes wrong when he noticed you did not smile yet you frowned, not showing either surprise or affection. Your face glued with curiosity as you stared at him looking for an answer to your question.

How do you know my name?

Those query struck his heart like a million of swords from his past life stabbed through his heart. His fate does not favour him as you do not memorize anything about him. His gaze fell from your face to your feet, forcing himself to plaster a smile on his face even though his heart does not want to do so. If he has to start from beginning, he willing to do so that you will always by his side.

He does not mind if it takes a while for you to develop your feelings for him just like before, he just want to cherish those moment with you because for him it was the best moment in his life.

“Because your face looks alike to my best friend, she is a girl.” Jungkook smiled at you in a reassuring way, waiting for your response. Your eyes crinkled upwards as your lips curled a smile, how he missed those looks that suit you the most.

You replied, “She must do something virtuous in her past life to get a charming best friend like you.”

Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, shifting his view to the ground. Yes, she is.

His second life was short compared to his first one as he lived during the World War 2 and same goes to you. Yet, he managed to make you in love with him, developing the affection between two of you even stronger than in the previous life before you have been pronounced died because of stepping on the mortar bomb while trying to bring you some bandages and first-aid kit to him.

In the end, it stills you; the one that died of saving the man that you love, Jeon Jungkook.


In his third life, he almost gives up on finding you when he thought you are not reborn in this lifetime and it turned up as a false presumption.

Hi, I’m Y/n

Jungkook immediately felt a sense of déjà vu when you stretched out your right hands to greet him as a sweet smile curve on your scarlet lips. As usual, you are the one who will greet him first. With you being a close friend to Park Jimin who constantly bringing you to their hangout place, you grew closer to him more than you with Jimin.

Your friendship with him began at the end of summer when you are in your freshman years in the university until you have graduated and currently having a job on your interest field. You always were found next to Jungkook for almost every second and not giving him a chance for his time alone. You shared your interest, your desire and even your secrets with him. He knows everything about you, whether inside or outside as well as you.

In this life that he lived, the relationship between you and him is slightly different. For you, Jungkook is everything, a brother, a best friend but not a lover. Not the one that you wish to spend your lifetime with.

An invitation to Park Jimin & Y/F/N’s wedding.

“Is it nice?” Jungkook was taken aback with the close proximity between you and him. He felt slightly awkward to be too close to you after hearing the news. He knew from the start, you always set your eyes on Jimin even you are more comfortable to him compared to Jimin.

Nice. He simply replied before dozing off while staring at the invitation card. When you started to talk about the wedding day, his mind was completely drifted away from there. As he recall all the memories of him with you in his past life, he felt ecstatic and glad that he had a chance to love and to be loved by you. Even though it was him that remembered you in every life that he lived and you not having any memories of you being with him in your past life as long as you next to him, he doesn’t mind.

Of course, Jungkook is disappointed with that, but he don’t have to own the love because sometimes love need scarification.


Jungkook’s current life, which is his fourth time of reincarnation, he was born into the world without having any memories of you; the one that he loves with his whole heart in his past life. Maybe God want him to start a new beginning of life, with a new soul mate, perhaps.

He seems much happier than before, becoming a model student in an art school, taking a few courses that consist of dance and singing which are his interest, having six friends that being dorky at the same time caring for him. His family that keep supporting his interest from he was a child until now, he waiting in a line to be graduate from his high school.

The graduation ceremony being held at the school hall as soon the ceremony is over, sprinted towards his friends that is waiting for him outside the hall. The moment he start his pace to them, his heart skipped a beat and began to pound rapidly. His eyes travelled from her wavy dark hair, down to your hazel eyes and your scarlet lips. When you caught he staring at you with a blank expression plastered on his face, your lips tugged upwards, gazing at him.

Blood rushed to every part of his skin, as his mind began to reminiscence your existence in his past life from the moment you greeted him who is shy being around you by the pond, the relationship between you and him, the moment your lips met with him and even the grievous memory of your death that occurred in front of his eyes and him not be able to do anything just to stare at your throbbing in pain. The grievous memories keep replaying on his mind on how you’re died in his past life. The winter winds breeze passed the scent of you reached him, he knows it’s you.

As his feet trembled and he is making his way to you while thinking about how come he can forgot all the memories of you and him, his heart began to flutter just to see the sight of you and when he reached there, right in front of you, he want to be the first greet each other.

He continued to stare into your hazel eyes while slowly stretched out his hand to greet you. When the tip of your index finger touched his hand to reply his handshake, both of you felt an electricity flows from your hands to him, resulting to both of you slightly jolted backwards yet, he still grasped your hand tightly. A giggle escaped from him and you before he began to introduce himself.

Hi Y/n, I’m Jeon Jungkook.

His voice is deep and mellow yet it still got a sense of soothing and comforting tone as it continuously hit your eardrum. Your bit your lower lips, lowering your gaze to prevent him seeing that you cheeks started to flush in a rose pink.

I know. 

Things I love about David and Syd’s relationship: 

-The fact that their relationship started in the first episode rather than dealing with several seasons worth of agonizing “Will they or won’t they?”

-The fact that they are both so in love with each other. Some couples on TV seem unbalanced, like person A loves person B more than person B loves person A. They are both wildly in love and would do anything for each other. They worry about each other all the time. They love to spend time together, and in a world of uncertainty the one thing they are certain of is each other. 

-Really good modeling of consent and respecting boundaries. They both have issues and they both do their best to understand and respect them. They don’t always succeed but they try to learn from their mistakes so they will not repeat them. 

- They both realize there is still a lot they don’t know about each other, or themselves for that matter, but they care about each other enough to face whatever comes their way together. 

Years (Bucky x Reader)

Request: Can I please have a fic where Bucky and the reader are friends, and it shows their lives together? Like how it progresses into a relationship? Also bonus points if this is in the past!

Word Count: 2797

AN: You were born the same year as Steve (1918), making Bucky a year older (1917). 

| Feedback is very much appreciated | Requests are open |


“Come on, Steve!” You grab the small boy’s hand, gently pulling him behind you. “My grandma made fudge, she said you could come over!”

Steve’s eyes light up as the corners of his mouth turned upward. “Wow, [Y/N]! That sounds swell-”

“Sorry,” A smug voice cuts Steve off. “But Steve has other plans.”

“Won’t you just get lost, Barnes.?” You cross your arms letting out a large huff. “It’s my turn to play with Steve.”

“Well, Steve wants to go play down by the creek.” The brown haired boy looks towards his nervous looking friend. “Ain’t that right, Steve?”

“Actually, Bucky-”

“No,” You cut in. “Steve wants to come over and eat fudge.” You cling to the side of your best friend, wrapping your arms around his. “Ain’t that right, Stevie?”

“That sounds-”

“Steve wants to come with me.” Bucky takes a step closer, sending you a piercing glare. 

“No, he wants to come to my house.”

“Actually guys,” Steve squeeze out of your arms and slowly walks backward towards his house. “I think I’m going to head home.”

As Steve walks away you look back to Bucky, staring at him with a blazing fire in your eyes. “Look what you did!” You yell.

“What I did?” Bucky throws his hands in the air. “You made him run away!”

“You’re such a jerk, James Buchanan Barnes!”

“And you’re stupid, [Y/N] [L/N]!”


“James!” You let out a booming scream, echoing down the street. Your face is red with anger as you storm towards the smug looking, Bucky Barnes. 

“Try and catch me, [Y/N]!”

You hold down the side of your plaid dress, chasing the dark-haired boy. “Bucky!”

“Seriously, [Y/N], it’s rude not to share with your best friend!” Bucky called back, sending you a large grin over his shoulder as he shoves his hand into the bag of candy you spent all your allowance on. “Mmm, vanilla my favorite!” 

"Bucky stop! Those aren’t for you!”

“But I’m so hungry!” Bucky laughed “You shouldn’t want you friend to starve to death.”  He turns away from you, walking at a casual pace. He thinks you’re too tired to catch up, but after a few second he feels as sudden weight jump onto his back. 

“Give them back!” You screech. 

“Ow, stupid! Get off of me!!”


“Hey there, sweet cheeks.”

You let out a loud groan knowing exactly who’s speaking to you. You slam your locker shut, finding just the person you were avoiding standing behind it. You tuck a curl behind you ear, looking away from the obnoxious teenage boy. “What do you want Colin?”

The boy who’s completely infatuated with you sends you a flirtatious smile, shuffling closer to you. “I was wondering if you wanted to go and get some fries after school?”

“No thank you.” 

“Aw, come one.” He brings a hand to your waist. “I’ll even pay.”

“I’m busy, Colin.” You move out of his grasp, attempting to get to class.

“Hey,” He grabs your hand, making you drop your text books. You try to pull your hand out of his hold, but he’s squeezing with all of his force, making it nearly impossible to escape. “I didn’t-”

“Hey, twit” A booming voice cuts off Colin. “Let the lady go.” Colin’s grip loosens. You take the advantage, ripping your wrist out of his hold. 

“Bucky Barnes,” Colin laughs. “Always coming to [Y/N]’s rescue.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you had some respect for the girl.” Bucky steps closers to Colin, bring his face inches away from his. “Now beat it before I get the baseball team involved.”

“Whatever.” Colin shrugs and walks down the hall, disappearing into a classroom.

Bucky picks up a couple of your fallen books, passing them to you. He lets out a small sigh and shakes his head. “You and Steve really need to stop getting into trouble, it ain’t good for my heart.”


"Steve, Bucky!” You call from across the diner, balancing a serving tray in one hand and an over-flowing glass of cola in the other. You nod your head towards an empty booth, "Go make yourselves at home, I’ll be there in a split!”

A large smile plays at Bucky’s lips as he nods back to you. “Sure thing, Doll!” 

The pair sits down in the leather booth. Steve casually picks up a menu, amused as Bucky twists his neck to watch you tend to your other customers. Steve shakes his head and lets out a small laugh. Bucky takes his gaze off of you and turns to his friend. “What?”

"You’re not very discreet, Buck.” Steve jokes, smirking to his best friend. Bucky scowls at him before breaking into a grin, snatching the menu from Steve’s hands. 

“You already know I like her, Punk,” Bucky states, still with a grin lingering on his face as he scans over the menu.

Steve shakes his head and pushes his hair out of his face. “Going out every night with all of those girls doesn’t show it.”

Bucky laughs softly, setting down the menu. “She’s smart, Steve. She doesn’t fall for my shit.”

“She’s known you longer than the other girls, of course, your sweet talkin’ isn’t going to win her over.”


“I’ve never had a gal to call my own, Bucky. I’ve never been kissed, I’ve never gone on a date, and hell, a girl’s never even show interest in me.” Steve leans towards his friend. “How is it that only I know what you’re doing wrong here?”

Bucky opens his mouth to respond, but you come to there table holding a pad of paper. “Good afternoon, troublemakers.” You rest your hands on the table with a large smile adorning your face. “This ain’t bad for a first job, don’t you say, boys?

Steve laughs and pats your hand. “Congrats, [Y/N]. Now you can pay for our milkshakes.”

You tilt your head back in laughter. “Maybe one day, Stevie. I still need to get paid for that to happen.”

“You know,” Bucky interrupts. “You could always save a dollar by sharing one with me instead?”

You roll your eyes. “In your dreams, Barnes.” You take out your pencil to write the order of your two best friends, but you’re called by another customer. “Sorry, boys, I’ll be back in one sec.”

Bucky watches as you jog over to a table across the diner. Steve shakes his head, finishing the conversation between the two of them moments ago.“The problem is that you treat like all the other girls. She isn’t like those girls, she’s [Y/N]. She already likes you-.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, cutting Steve off. “Really?”

Steve shakes his head and lets out an annoyed groan. “How are you good with girls?”


“I don’t trust that guy, Steve.” Bucky slowly takes a sip of his cola, glaring at the man who’s constantly flirting with you. The worst part being, you’re flirting right back at him.

“Well, I’d hate to say it, but since you won’t ask her out, she is technically allowed to flirt with whoever she feels like.” Steve mumbles, taking a sip of his own drink.

“But right in front of us?”

“How’s that different than what you do?” Bucky chokes on his drink, sending a glare to his shorter friend. “What? I’m not wrong, Bucky.”


“Come on Stevie, hurry up!” You run a few feet ahead of Bucky and his dates, holding Steve’s hand, unable to contain your excitement. 

Steve laughs at your behavior. “Slow down [Y/N], you’re gonna rip my arm right out of the socket.”

You freeze at the entrance, sending Steve a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Steve.”

“Don’t be,” Steve nudges your shoulder. “I know you’re excited.”

“Excited is an understatement!” You look towards the shining building, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I’ve always dreamed of coming to Stark Expo!”

Bucky comes up behind the two of you with both of his arms slung across the shoulders of his dates. “I’m calling bull, [Y/N].” Bucky sends you a large smirk. “You’ve always dreamed about seeing Howard Stark.”

A blush creeps onto your cheeks, only helping out Bucky’s case. “Shut up, Jerk.”

“Never, Stupid.”

You roll your eyes and look towards the two girls Bucky had brought with him. “Girls,” You walk towards them. “How about you lot come and get some popcorn with me and I’ll tell you any embarrassing thing about Bucky you’d like to know.” The girls look towards each other letting out small laughs. They walk towards you, eagerly following you to the concession stand. 

Bucky watches as his dates walk off with you. “What an ass.”

Steve shakes his head. “Coming from the guy who brought two dates when the girl he loves is going with me?”

“I don’t love, [Y/N]”

“I do know a thing or two, and I know that you and [Y/N] like each other. It’s almost painful to watch.”

“You couldn’t be any more wrong, Steve.”

“Whatever you say, Buck.”

“Shut it, Punk.”


“I’m fine, Steve.”

Bucky leans into the now muscular side of his best friend as they walk down the base stationed in Italy. Bucky’s head feels cloudy and steadily pounds against his skull, still feeling groggy from his rescue from the HYDRA base. Steve, as usual, can see straight through Bucky’s lies.

"Just go see the damn nurse." 

Bucky glares up at him, not yet used how his his once five foot friend now towers over him. "Listen well, Punk. I just need a good nap, a half decent meal, and possibly a beer. I don’t need to visit the nurse, I’m sure she must have more than enough on her plate right now.”

Steve lets out a deep sigh. “And that bullet wound?”

“No clue what you’re talking about.”

“Bucky, just go visit the nurse,” Steve groans, running a hand down his face. 

“When did you become my mother? I don’t want to see the goddamn nurse!”

“Good, she doesn’t want to see you either.” You yell out at your ever so stubborn friend. "But I guess there are others I can tend to instead.“

Bucky’s eyes widen as he turns to find you standing at the end of the hall. You smiling face bring his heart to come to a sudden stop. 

"Steve, I’d like to see the nurse now.”


You sit in a worn-down leather bar stool, swirling around the remains of your amber-coloured escape. Its scent lingers throughout the whole bar, as many others, feeling the exact same way as you, attempt to drown out their pounding emotions. You’ve been here for a while, yet you’ve only drunk one drink. You sigh deeply, ready to finish the glass of burning liquid.


You close your eyes and let out a soft sigh. You take a final swig of your drink, turning your head to the source of the voice. "What is it, Bucky?”

“Whiskey?” He shakes his head “You hate whiskey.”

“Yeah,” You wave over the bartender, “But that doesn’t mean I hate what it does.” You look down at your drink, hearing him sit on the stool next to you.

The bartender finally comes over to you with a fresh bottle of whiskey, filling your glass halfway once again. He starts to walk away, to clean up the mess that many drunken men have made, but Bucky motions for him to come back. He orders a glass to match yours and instantly downs it. “What happened earlier-”

“Shut it, Barnes.”


“Not now.”

The bartender fills up Bucky’s glass once more, and walks away. Bucky lets out a small groan and pushes a hand though his hair. “I’ve been looking for you all day.” He takes a sip. “I came in here mainly for myself, but when I saw you sitting over here I almost left. I know you need your alone time.” He place his glass on the dingy counter, and looks towards you. You keep your eyes trained on your fingers as they circle the rim of your cup. 

“Then why didn’t you just walk out?”

“I almost did.” He admitted. “I just needed to make sure that you’re okay.”

You lift up your glass, swallowing the whiskey. You feel as it burns it’s way down your esophagus. “I don’t need to talk, James.”

“James?” Bucky raises an eyebrow. A small smile plays at his lips. “That’s seriously taking our relationship back years.”

You let out a bitter laugh and swallow the last bit of your drink, placing a five dollar bill onto the counter. “I should head to bed, you Commandos have a big day tomorrow and I’m almost positive that you’ll find a way to get hurt.”

Bucky moves his hand on top of yours as you set down the bill, causing you to freeze. “You know what happened today wasn’t your fault, right?”

You turn your head towards him, trying your best to keep your face as stoic as possible. “It is-”

“Don’t you dare tell me that.”

You take a deep breath desperately trying to keep a blank face, keeping your tears at bay. “Bucky…”

“You did all that you could, doll.” Bucky takes a step closer to you, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. “We’re in a war, [Y/N]. People are bound to get injured, and you can’t blame yourself for not being able to save all of them.”

“I can’t help but think that I failed my job. I’m here to help the injured, but I couldn’t save-”

“Stop it.”

“But I could have-”

Wanting to comfort you, he pulls you into a tight embrace. “No one blames you [Y/N].” You instantly relax in Bucky’s arms, relishing in the safe feeling that he exudes. Not realizing what he’s doing, Bucky tilts your head up, staring deeply into your eyes. “Especially me.”

 A pressure builds up in Bucky’s chest, feeling as if his heart could burst at any second. His stomach felt as though it had been tied in knots, unable to stop flipping and turning. Without thinking, he brings his lips to meet yours. You close your eyes in response, not thinking either. He kisses you again and again, each kiss more intense than the last. He pulls you against him, wanting to be as close as possible. His heart races as he feels your form tightly against his. 

Time was stopped until a loud yell came from across the bar, following the smashing of a bottle.

A few moments of silence pass before Bucky finally decides to speak up. “Now do you want to go?”

You laugh and slap his shoulder, sending him a playful look. “Shut up, Jerk.”

“Never, Stupid.”

You continue to laugh as you step out of Bucky’s arms. You pick up your jacket that’s draped over the leather stool. “As much as I’d hate to leave right now,” You look back to Bucky. “I should really get to bed, and so should you.”

“Now you’re telling me when to sleep? You’re almost as bad as Steve.”

“Well,” You walk towards Bucky, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips. “You can’t jump onto a moving train half asleep.” 

“You really doubt my skills, [Y/N].” He grins cockily, also kissing you softly.

“Whatever you say, Buck.” You place one last kiss on his lips. “Just to let you know, Buck, I’ve been waiting nearly fifteen years for you to do that.”

“Doll, I’ve been wanting to do that for fifteen years.”

You laugh, putting on your jacket. “Well, if you want another one, you’ll have to promise me you won’t get hurt.”

"Me and you both know that I get hurt just so I can see you,” Bucky smirks cockily.

You shake your head and walk towards the bar doors. You look over your shoulder, sending Bucky a breath taking a smile. “Just promise me you won’t go falling off or anything. I’m not that good of a nurse.”


You can’t believe they’re gone.

‘Steven Grant Rogers 1918-1945′

You can’t believe that after twenty years they left you alone.

‘James Buchanan Barnes 1917-1944′

Your eyes shine with rolling waves of tears, overflowing and streaming down your dampened, scarlet, cheeks. Your cries are silent, though your breaths come out in rapid and wheezy pattern. 

You’ve never felt pain like this.

The gloomy day grew darker the longer you stayed. It seemed as if all nature was weeping for Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.

“You promised to always be here for me, Stevie.” You cried. “And you-” Your words get caught in your throat, making you gasp for air. ”I told you not to fall, Jerk.” 

8. Dessert // Klance

« {Part 8 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: homesickness with gratuitous cuddling. enjoy!

“If you could have any food right now,” Lance asked, “what would you want?”

They’d been sitting on Keith’s bed going back and forth answering inane questions for the last hour or so. It was childish and sort of dumb, but Keith was also having the most fun he’d had in a while. A lot of the things Lance told him about himself were new to Keith. It shouldn’t have been that surprising, considering they’d only known each other for a few months, but they’d gone through a lot since they rescued Shiro from that government facility. Keith had a hard time remembering what his life had felt like without Lance in it.

“Hm,” Keith said, considering the question. “I guess I’d want something familiar—to remind me where I come from, you know?”

“Yeah…” Lance sighed, getting that homesick look he’d been wearing a lot recently. The expression quickly faded into something slightly more playful. “I’m not super familiar with Galra cuisine, so you’re going to have to give me some specifics—”

“I was talking about Texas, idiot,” Keith laughed. “I haven’t had Texan food in… a really long time, I guess.”

“Okay, hold up,” Lance said. “You’re from Texas?”

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anonymous asked:

ransom for that character writing meme please? i love the way you write him! and all of your characters honestly but lbr you're probs gonna get a ton of asks abt Nursey and/or Dex lol so i'm trying to switch it up :)) thank you <3

Oooh, exciting! :D I actually haven’t written that much of Ransom as a main focus character. That said. I’ve loved writing him every time I have. So here are my Ransom things:

  • Ransom is analytical. This isn’t to say he’s cold or calculating: he thinks in logic models, in information, in formulas. He takes information in, adds it up, applies past theories to see if they connect and work out, comes up with the best play for the situation, whatever it is. We see that from the comic and it’s often used in fics to the way he uses Excel to add things up in his personal life; I like to use it in his inner monologue to follow his thoughts and the way he relates to the world.
  • Ransom’s emotions simmer for a long time, and then boil over. In canon we get that in his test anxiety (which, chances are, hovers under the surface for awhile before it turns into Coil Reef Mode), we saw how long he let Holster nag him about his choice to go into consulting before he snapped back. When I write him, whatever his emotions, I tend to write them close to the surface, but in control–not running over until there’s some kind of trigger.
  • Ransom needs people. Ransom is social!! Like, he is the heart of kegsters, he’s King of Samwell’s Facebook Network, he is An Extravert. And the flip side of that is that Ransom needs people, and cares what they think. I tend to write him as protective, connective, and emotionally engaged (even if not always emotionally intelligent).


Pick a character I’ve written and I will explain the top ~three to five ideas/concepts/etc I keep in mind while writing that character that I believe are essential to accurately depicting them.

You Can’t Please Everyone.

We see this truth in goodread reviews and in the literary preferences of our friend groups, and lately I’ve seen it highlighted time and again during the beta reading process.

In most instances, for every person who finds a flaw in a scene, there are two or three other people who picked out that very thing as their favorite aspect of the scene. 

For every twenty people who profess their undying love for the protagonist, there will be someone who doesn’t like them. For every twenty people who connect all the dots, who manage to logic though the implied information to come to the correct conclusion, there will be one person who misses the point entirely. For every twenty people who think a scene is intense and intriguing and immersive, there will be one person who detached themselves from it, and grows bored.

Often that person will be the same person every time, the person who wants to be reading a different book entirely. But sometimes they will be someone who loved the rest of the book, and took issue with that one particular aspect for whatever reason.

You can always learn something from negative critique, and if the same critique comes from multiple sources, it’s likely a sign there’s genuinely something that needs fixing. But always remember you are crafting your book into the best version of itself. If the critique of one person isn’t mirrored by your general audience, analyze where it came from, and then ignore it. You can’t please everyone.

From books to foods to colors to art, for all good things in life there is going to be someone who dislikes it. If there are sane human beings who can dislike chocolate, then your novel is certainly not safe from negativity.

Don’t change your book for any one person, but instead, craft it into the best version of itself, a version as close to your vision as you can make it.

Create the  book you would give anything for the chance to read, and know that there are others who love the same books as you. 

They will love your book too, I promise.

Light in the Past [Kylo Ren x Reader]

Summary: The reader – a bounty hunter – knew Ben Solo, and believes him to be dead. Now employed by the First Order, the reader lives in ignorance of Kylo Ren’s true identity. It is not until the two are required to go undercover to find Lor San Tekka that the secrets that Ren has masterfully kept begin to unfold.

Word Count: 4000+

Warning: Mention of dead bodies. (Not graphic. Just gross.) The reader fears death several times. The reader considers murder. 

Leave the mask… Kylo Ren instructed himself. He found himself struggling to obey. During his years with the First Order, his mask had become a part of him. It was a tie to his grandfather, an anchor and constant reminder of the power Dark Side. To leave it just to meet with her – a bounty hunter – seemed ridiculous. You’re out of options, he insisted. If you fail to regain her trust, finding Skywalker will become impossible.

Kylo remembered Y/N from his time as Ben Solo. She was impossible to forget. She had been General Organa’s apprentice. From the time she was old enough to fire a blaster, she had been taught politics from. He had been insanely jealous of her at one point, and not just because of the attention that she received from the General. It was the confidence in her stride, the way she seemed to know that she could talk herself out of any situation. The way that she seemed unaffected by anything or anyone was something that had stood out to Ben Solo. He had hated that she could go about her life so unperturbed when he hadn’t been able to look at her in the eyes without his palms becoming sweaty and his heart rate speeding up.

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Cuddling- Divergent Preference

(For: Anon)


This boy obviously isn’t one for cuddles, Eric has a reputation to keep so he obviously doesn’t throw cuddles around willy-nilly. The only time he does it voluntarily however is after you two have had a good night of fun, or when you’re in a bad mood. BUT, every other night, Mr. Bad-boy, always ends up wrapping his arms tightly around you in his sleep, whether he wants to or not.


Coming from Abnegation, Tobias has never been good at expressing his feeling to you through words, when he tries, he always begins stuttering like crazy. Thus the best way for him to show his affection is by wrapping his arms around you as you fall asleep and let his love radiate onto you.


Peter, being his Candor self, has a bad habit of saying whatever comes to mind, and this isn’t always a good thing, especially when he ends up saying horrible things to you. The only way he can make it up to you is with his endless kisses and cuddles.


This goofball is always trying to make you laugh, so his countless tickle sessions always ending in cute and loving cuddling sessions, or, depending on your mood, it may even end in some heated make out sessions ;)


Caleb loves learning, and he recently read about how cuddling releases oxytocin within your body allowing you to feel happier. Ever since then, Caleb has been showering you cuddles and hugs, even when you’re studying!

A/N: Like usual, if there is any other character you guys want me to add to this, just ask! I hope you liked it!

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

I never knew what it was like to fall in love with my best friend until I fell in love with you. It was sudden, but a long time coming. I could feel myself falling deeper but it wasn’t til I hit the ground that I knew I had been falling. They say it’s best to fall in love with your best friend…they also say it’s the worst. I haven’t decided which you are yet, somehow it’s a combination. But whatever it is, I hope it doesn’t stop. Because the worst thing would be to lose you: my lover and my friend. I’m not sure I can breathe without you, please don’t make me find out.
—  MK Ireland #156 : for better or for worse
soft lizzington headcanons
  • drinking coffee and doing the sunday crossword in their pajamas as they share a grapefruit and wait for agnes to wake up
  • red making an old family cocoa recipe only for lizzy to ruin it by dropping a candy cane in it and then laughing at his disgust
  • red letting agnes paint his nails and shooting the next criminal who makes fun of it in the foot  
  • spooning.  most nights, red is the little spoon because he likes the security of having elizabeth “octopus” keen hanging all over him, but every now and then, lizzy is feeling insecure and asks to be the little spoon and red can deny her nothing  
  • saying ‘i love you’ in different languages (and teaching the phrases to agnes)
  • picnics in the park or in the mountains or off hiking trails
  • massages. red gives the best foot massage liz has ever had and she always sneakily finds a way for him to give her one. (like, coming home and sighing as she takes off her shoes just loud enough that he can hear it.  and then sitting at the kitchen table and propping her foot in his lap.  wiggling her toes when he ignores her at first and then poking him with her toes until he grabs them and tickles her.  only then will he rub her feet.)
  • red makes these elaborate dinners for lizzy until she’s finally like “please can we just get take out like i cannot handle any more five course meals i just want noodles lol”
  • red tucking a blanket around liz on the plane cause he knows plane air makes her cold
  • he also keeps bottles of lotion cause he knows the air makes her skin dry
  • trips to the farmers markets in the summer to get fresh peaches
  • red keeping bananas on the kitchen counter at all times because he loves to watch lizzy eat them the dirty old pervert
  • liz installing hooks by the doors of every safe house for reds hats
  • making sugar cookies once a month and letting agnes decorate some and taking them to the post office (aram loves them and samar thinks they’re endearing and harold always compliments the ones that agnes decorates and ressler never says anything but he eats like three times as many as anyone else cause he has a terrible sweet tooth)
  • red and agnes doing puzzles lol
  • red just like touches lizzy all the time like he cannot keep his hands to himself. it’s not like hugs and stuff but he’ll rest his hands on her shoulders and like hold her hands. when they’re on the couch he encourages her to put her legs on his lap so he can hold them. she always takes advantage by angling for a foot massage
  • liz isn’t totally into all the touching but will straight up hold his hand when prompted. and she’s like proud of it too.  he initiates but when he tries to let go she’s like “nah we’re in this now handholding or bust” and he just goes with it.
  • they share a body wash lol. liz starts out with her normal body wash but runs out and just uses reds instead. he’s totally into the fact that she smells like him that he buys bottles in bulk and is just like “we have so much lizzy why do you need to buy more” and she’s just like “fine whatever” but she totally loves it
  • she steals his button downs all. the. time. he wants to be mad because certain shirts look best with certain suits and it never fails that she’s lounging around the house with the one he needs but every time he’s like “i need that shirt” she’s like “well come and get it then” and then neither of them can wear it cause it’s suddenly missing buttons
  • red buys her things like all the time. books he thinks she’d like and clothes he knows she would look good in and albums from artists he hears in little clubs he frequents all over the world and too expensive jewelry that she always scoffs over but he catches her looking at the pearl earrings he brought back from greece and she has this tiny smile on her face
  • red loves to play with liz’s hair and she’s fallen asleep more than once to him running his fingers through it
  • red’s even worse though cause he just about purrs when she scratches at the short cut of his own hair
Movie scene (Chris Evans x Reader)

Anonymous requested:

I love your imagines can you do a Chris Evans smut where him and the reader have know each other for years and they are in a movie together. They are rehearsing at her house and going over a kissing scene. They get carried away and end up hooking up and he ends up saying he’s always had a thing for her but because of their 10 year age gap he never made a move. Fluffy smut

  • Words:  2.812
  • Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
  • Warnings: SMUT OVERLOAD
  • Author notes: (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name, (Y/E/C) is your eye color. 
  • VERY IMPORTANT. This request was very silimar to a request I saw on @chrisevans-imagines (again I lost the link to the actual work because I’m such a dork and I’m not good at saving stuff I see on the internet) so this is why it may seem like you have read it before. I have NEVER EVER intented to make a copy of the beautiful work provided by this blog, so I apologize in advance.

Originally posted by monicathecoyote

You drove your car to the gates of a complex full of fancy houses. The old man greeted you and asked who you were visiting.
“Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Chris Evans” You said from the window and leaning your body on the steering wheel “He told me he’d be here at this time”
“Can you tell me your name Mrs.?”
“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” He searched in a small notebook for your name and when he found it, he nodded “Thank you” You said as the gates opened enough for your car to go inside.
You searched for the house number 4 and parked outside, next to a humongous car. ‘Chris is such a show off…’ You giggled to yourself. Two knocks at the door and an unbearably long doorbell ring was all it took for him to open the wooden door and greet you with a big smile.
“Hey! Look what the cat dragged in!” He said “Come here!” He pulled you inside for a bear hug that almost took your breath away until you softly started patting his arm so he could finally let you go “It’s been so long (Y/N). I haven’t seen you in ages!”
You met Chris back in Boston; your families met and they were really close, unfortunately you couldn’t get to meet him that personally because of your quite long age gap (10 years do matter), but every time he was around, he could go by your place and play with you on your first years, and when you went through your teenage years, you could go talk to him or call him or whatever. He was just an impossible love; platonic.
“Hey Chris” You muttered still a little nervous “It’s been a while”
“You’re prettier than ever” He said with a huge grin on his face and you couldn’t help to blush “How old are you, like 20?”
“24” You giggled.
“What? No way!” You nodded “And you’re gonna work with me?” You nodded again “This must be an honor to you”
“Oh, shut up dork” You huffed “You are going to kiss me and that’s barely legal, it should be an honor to you” You mocked.
“Yeah, let’s thank God you’re legal now” He laughed and your face went stiff “I’m kidding! Come on” He seemed to laugh even harder at your expression “I have the script up in my bedroom, please make yourself at home”
He ran up the stairs while you left your bag at his immaculately black couch. His house was huge and so neat. Did he have service? Was the service around? Were you allowed to sneak into the kitchen and have a beer or something? Was the other side of his bed occupied? Was he really thankful that you were legal? Were those muscles real? So many questions and which one of them was the least silly.
Your nervousness was completely understandable. You were an extra in his upcoming movie “Playing it Cool”. You had no script whatsoever, and you were not sure how you were contacted to be in it, but they were paying you and you could get to see the man. Because he was the man now. That dark hair, the blue eyes, the beard; everything! He was just amazingly gorgeous and inhumanly muscular. You felt tiny around him. He was definitely not the same person you met back in Boston.
“Here it is!” He said coming down the stairs. You couldn’t help but to look at how his chest bobbed up and down with each step he took and you had to try real hard to hold your giggles.
“What, do I have something funny?”
“No” You smiled and shook your head “It’s nothing”
“Were you standing here the whole time?” He asked with a frown.
“No” You defended yourself “I left my bag in your couch, I hope you don’t mind”
“Nah, it’s ok” He smiled again “Uhh… May I get you something to drink or… whatever?”
“No, thank you” You muttered “Do you wanna get working?”
Chris handed you his own copy of the script for you to check out. Romantic comedy, guy meets girl, they fall in love. Whatever. You saw the notes he had handwritten himself and it reminded you of the old Christmas cards he could write to you or post cards from his international locations.
“Can I give it a look at home?” You asked “I forgot I had a doctor’s appointment today and I’m kinda running late” You looked at your wrist watch.
“I can take it to your place later” if you want to. It’d be nice to know where you live so I can check up on you more often” He offered and the idea seemed better “I’ll bring food and something to drink so we can have a nice rehearsal”
“That sounds much better” You smiled “Thank you, it was nice to see you again” You leaned forward to kiss his cheek but you two had the same idea in mind so your lips ended up pressed against the other. You reluctantly broke it and to make things less awkward you said “I guess that’s a good ice-breaker” You winked at he kept the door opened so you could go through it.
“Nice ride” He said in approval “I wike it”
“Your nephew still does that?” You asked, unlocking the car.
“Yeah, of course”
“See you later, dork” You opened the door and blew him a kiss which he caught very dramatically and he pressed it against his hear. Then, you closed the door to leave the complex and drove back to your doctor’s appointment.
A few hours later you were back in your place and you tidied up a little. Chris was coming and you were a bit nervous. You knew about your part, and it was a kissing scene, but nothing else. You didn’t knew if it included some “action” or whatever. Kisses are not simple, and kissing him was indeed the hardest thing you’d done.
You had a crush on the public persona he was now, but the real Chris; the one who gave the best hugs, or that wiped your teenage tears over boys more than once was more like a platonic love. At around 8 o’clock you heard the phone from the administration, saying that there was Chris Evans looking for you. You told the man that he could come up and two minutes later, there he was.
“Hey” He said with a bouquet of flowers in his hand “I brought flowers, food, something to drink and of course, the script”
“Nice touch” You conceded “Come on in” He leaned forward to peck your lips and you stood there, stiff in awe.
“Ice breaker, remember” He winked and you couldn’t hold back your laugh “So, you wanna eat first and then check it out, or check it out while eating?”
“Why not doing both at the same time?”
“Multi-task?” He asked “Nice! It’s good to see how you have grown”
He helped you setting up the plates and you sat in the living room, while he read the script just a little, telling how about the whole story.
“So this guy is afraid of love because the last person who told him that they loved him was his mom, when he left him during his childhood” He said with his mouth full of food; you laughed and remembered when you ate at either his parents’ house or at yours’ and he made a fool of himself.
You lost interest on the story really soon, but you watched him speak and get excited about it. Against all your will, you wanted to get to that kissing scene. You had been thinking about him all day long, his eyes, his smile, that body… Soon he realized your lack of interest and asked without anesthesia.
“Do you wanna get down to business?”
“It’d be nice” You nodded.
He helped you stand up and explained you the essence of the scene. Basically you were just a chick he picked up some day and that he made out with. Just like that; no feelings, no nothing. Just a make out.
He asked you if you were ready; of course you weren’t, but you said yes anyway. He roughly pulled you in for a kiss but you ended up bumping really hard on each other’s noses. Then, for the second time, Chris’s hands were a little too low on your back, so you jumped a little under his touch.
“This is not working” He said.
“Stop pulling me to you” You said, trying to avoid his look.
On the third time you got it right. You were the one leaning to him so he could catch you effortlessly. His lips felt so soft and his hands grabbed tightly your waist; you didn’t want to stop it, it felt so good, although very problematic. What was going to happen now? Was your platonic love for him going to stay like that? Considering the heated moment you were just having, the answer was a definite no.
You exhaled on his mouth when his hands pulled you closer to his body and so you held on to his neck. In a split second, unfortunately, Chris realized that you two were going way too far.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…” He muttered, pushing you away and taking his hands away from you.
“Chris?” You asked, evidently upset.
“Look (Y/N), this should be just professional” He ran his fingers through his short hair and looked away.
“Don’t come with that” You rolled your (Y/E/C) eyes “If you didn’t want this why didn’t you stop it earlier?” Seeing Chris speechless gave you the confidence to carry on “Ok, this is fucking weird to me as well, because I never thought I’d be here, making out with you and for work. You liked it, don’t deny it, and yes I liked it too”
“But you’re…”
“Don’t say it” You interrupted him covering your ears.
“So young…” He continued anyway.
“Chris, you’re seriously just 34! You’re not even old enough to be my dad” You pointed out, trying hard not to lose your calmness “Look, if you want to… just leave…”
“No!” He said, holding one of your hands “I don’t… Let’s just practice once more… I was caught by surprise, ok?”
“You sure you won’t chicken out again?” You let go of his hand and crossed your arms over your chest.
“Promise” He winked “Besides, I like that approach of you coming to me” He nodded, less nervous and flustered now.
He set the count and you threw yourself again, this time, decided to not let him go even if he wanted. His hands went back to the place they belonged to and your head tilted to both sides trying to get a better angle of him. He pulled you closer once more and his hands traveled to your thighs, making you hop. Almost involuntarily, you wrapped your legs around his waist. You leaned your head back just a little bit and he knew just what to do. His plump lips sucked on your neck as he tried to walk you to the room.
But no.
He only wanted to push you onto the nearest wall. You sighed when you felt your body being squeezed between the hard and cold surface and Chris’s warm body. His lips went to yours soon and you tried to get as much friction as you could. His hands found the hem of your blouse quickly and pulled it up and off your head; you tried to do the same, and surprisingly, you managed it without losing balance.
His half-hard erection pressed against your covered slit felt beautiful and your whimpers sounded in his ear, making him thrust harder. Your brain was not at war anymore. You wanted him. You needed him and he needed you, as much as his brain said the opposite. You were not the friends you used to be. This was a whole different thing, a whole different level of connection. It was like taking your friendship to a different place. You believed sex didn’t ruin things, and you hoped with all your heart that it was like that.
“Bed?” He breathed against your neck while his hands squeezed your butt.
“Mm-hm” You moaned in agreement “Let me down”
He did and you held his hand to take him to your room. You closed the door and pushed him to it. He sighed in approval but you were overpowered by him. Not like it bothered you, at all.
He got on his knees and started kissing your stomach while he unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled them and your panties down slowly, painfully slowly. You rubbed your thighs against the other to get some friction, but he parted them immediately and placed sweet kisses on the inner part. You cried in pleasure and he blew some hot breath to your wet pussy. Your knees felt suddenly weaker and he decided to attack your clit with those swollen lips he had.
Ou cursed Chris’s name and it seemed to excite him even more. One of his fingers found the gates to heaven and pumped up and down meanwhile you announced you were getting there. He made you cum so incredibly loud and good that you thought you were going to explode.
You finally surrendered to your shaky knees and started unmaking his famous red belt, but when you leaned to wrap your lips around his tip he cooed.
“Not tonight, baby girl” He always called you like that, but the lustful vice he used sent shivers down your spine. Then, he picked you up bridal style and gently placed you on the bed. His warm chest and crazy heart beating was so relaxing.
He crawled on top of you while he bit his lower lip in anticipation. Your chest heaved up and down with each deep breath you took, trying to get yourself together but you couldn’t.
“Wanna to carry on?” He asked, barely touching your lips with his “Baby girl, do you trust me?” You were silent, but you nodded anyway “No, I need you to tell me if you trust me and if you want to carry on” His eyes were not filled with passion. He acted like a grown up man that was utterly in love.
“I do, Chris” You nodded again in a whisper.
He kissed your lips before getting off the bed and searching in his pockets for a condom. He slid the material down his fully erect shaft and went for you again. Chris made sure you were still wet so he played with his long fingers on your clit and entrance.
Shit…” You whimpered.
“I love you” He said, teasing your entrance with his tip. He huffed when he got in and you felt in another dimension when he filled you.
His pace was slow at first, while you adjusted at the other but when he got himself comfortable inside your pussy, his thrust became harder, faster and you loudly begged him for more. Your foreheads were pressed against the other and some drops of sweat from his face met your skin and your chests got sticky. Your legs were wrapped again over his tiny waist and his dick reached your sweet spot perfectly. His elbows rested on each side of your face as you came undone under him.
He lifted your torso and dragged you amazingly closer to his chest. Then, he sucked on your left nipple while one of this hands kneaded the right one. All the sounds that escaped your mouth pushed him way over the edge. Chris cursed your name in a loud scream and you held on for dear life to his shoulders as you felt another orgasm flooding your being.
You unwrapped yourself from him and rested on the bed again. He laid with his chest touching your back; you turned around to hide your face on the space under his chin and he petted the sweaty skin of your back.
“Please, don’t think I’m weird…” He whispered “but I have been feeling things for you for a while now…”
“Is it so?”
“Yeah… You’re not the little girl I met back then… You’re a woman now and I… I just like you so much but you’re…”
“Chris” You adjusted yourself and faced him. His bright blue eyes stared deep into your soul “I don’t care about it, ok?” He nodded “We’ll figure this out, but for now… Just, stay the night with me” You got up and pulled away the covers to sleep inside “I mean it… Stay with me” He smiled and snuggled next to you. He held your waist tightly and you were soon asleep in his big arms.

Got7 Reaction :: Finding their girlfriend crying


Originally posted by vitaminhvc

When Mark finds you crying he lets you cry all you want, holding you and hoping that you would calm down. After that he would want to know the reason for your unhappiness and quietly hopes that it isn’t his fault. He’ll try to slove the problem with and for you.


Originally posted by sugaglos

Jaebum sees you and is startled at first. He has never seen you cry before! But after that he would be so nice and kind. He wont bother you to tell him what had happened to make you cry. Jaebum knew that you would tell him when you were ready to. Until then he made sure you felt well or at least better again.


Originally posted by suga-pills

Jackson sees you crying and immediately turns into Wang Puppy-Mode. You can’t escape his cuddles. Maybe he would even tickle you to make you laugh again. Or tell some jokes. Or tell stories about him failing at dance practice. When you finally calmed down he would be there for some real talk about what had happened and why it had upset you that much.


Originally posted by jypnior

Jinyoung would silently stare at you first. Then he decides a hug would be the best option and he quietly made his way over to you. He’d let you cry all you wanted, until your tears finally dried out. Throughout the whole time he was dying to know the reason for your unhappy state. He’ll find a solution for whatever was upsetting you no matter what.


Originally posted by jypnior

OMG what did I do wrong? Is it my fault? were the first things to come to Youngjae’s mind. He stresses himself out so much that he almost cries himself but still tries to calm you down, at best immediately! Don’t think you could escape from his love. He will cuddle and hug you to dath or at least until you stop crying


Originally posted by chattyang

WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY? Bambam is so confused to suddenly see you crying in your bedroom. He treis to help by doing everything for you that might cheer you up again. But of course he constantly tries to find out the reaspn you’re crying alone in you bedroom.


Originally posted by jinatetae

The poor maknae doesn’t know what to do. He is unsure if you’d like him to come to you so you had someone by your side or if you’d rather want to be alone for a while. Even though he isn’t sure he decides to hug you anyways. When you are ready to tell him he listens very well and carefully so he can help you afterwards.


yesss it’s a request from my favorite tumblr user @wlcome-to-my-wrld

Next up will be something BTS or Monsta X related. We’ll see which I’ll do faster… :D

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what it's like dating the signs
  • aries: super fun and honestly down for whatever. dominant!! can seem self centered and full of themselves. really powerful emotions
  • taurus: the best at cuddling. VERY lowkey. just want to be comfortable and happy with u. prob good at cooking n cleaning. earthy n raw love and sex
  • gemini: full of life and communication. VERY touchy grabby in bed. always down to talk to u about whatever. may come off to annoying but genuinely have good intentions
  • cancer: moody when arguing. full of so much love. possessive?? too possessive. loves boobs...
  • leo: extremely charming and boastful to everyone but will woo you more than anyone else. Dom!!! possessive but in a good way.
  • virgo: intellectual when they want to be. like things their way but will adjust if they love u. def a bottom!! give u all their attention when they speak to you
  • libra: full of romance and charm. top!! very jealous if they're insecure. will always try to make things work for the sake of the relationship. enjoys it if u do.
  • scorpio: manipulating in a sense to get u and get what they want. can be a top or bottom?? aggressive if they can't have u. deep emotions if they're really in love. ur ALWAYS attracted to them somehow even if u lowkey hate them??? magnetic.
  • sagittarius: crazy wild n fun. will love u but not in the typical way. may seem distant at times but that's just them. crazy top.
  • capricorn: deep and serious. meaningful sex. blunt jokes with minor facial expressions. can come off distant and asshole-y?? will attract with their distance. one they're engaged in something they love there's no stopping them
  • aquarius: the best top you'll ever fuck?? super kinky down for whatever. distant and loves u from afar. short attention spans! super fun when they're around the right people.
  • pisces: says extremely romantic things during sex. very emotional in whatever they do. can change emotions quickly. daydreamer. will love u in the most effortless way. love with them is walking on clouds