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
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.
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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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

okay but consider kent parson as the nhl’s best captain™

  • when all the rookies and trades move to vegas, he makes them a list of his favorite restaurants and things to do and marks off which ones are good for dates, kid friendly, etc.
  • always stays the longest at team volunteer events because he genuinely loves making other people happy
  • has no problem with kids coming up to him and asking for autographs, and will literally drop whatever he’s doing to sign jerseys, photos, hockey sticks, whatever
  • still talks to (most of) the guys from his time Q, even if they stopped playing hockey years ago. he makes it a point to see them whenever he’s in their neck of the woods. (because mr. z always said your team is your family)
  • hates taking pictures, but always poses with little kids when they ask
  • picked up a love of driving from all the time he spent commuting from montreal to new york and back again, and always offers to drive his teammates to practice or the airport, especially the new guys who don’t have a us driver’s licence yet.
  • gets of bit of reputation for being overaggressive on the ice solely because he’s willing to drop gloves for any of his teammates. you fuck with them, you fuck with him.
  • tried to organize a team trip to volunteer at an animal shelter, but it fell through. so instead, he just paid the adoption fee for all of the animals on a kill line and saved like 65 cats.
  • holds two huge 4th of july parties every year - one on a friday night for his birthday, a huge club blowout where he encourages everyone to let loose and just have fun. and then a saturday one where he invites the whole aces team, staff, and their families. he flies out his mom and his sister and her family. there’s a cookout and games, and he always tries to make sure a few make-a-wish kids can come.
  • is a coach’s dream because he’s always the first to review game footage and is literally always asking what he can do to improve
  • has all of his teammates’ birthdays written on his calendar and tries to celebrate each of them - even if it’s just sneaking them a cupcake from winco
  • first guy at the rink - every single time
  • first guy at the gym during the off season too - every single time.
  • is actually a gr9 communicator (like actually leagues better when he’s not around jack “let’s rile each other up until we’re both at the point of emotional break” zimmermann) and can resolves conflict and confront teammates in a way that doesn’t even feel like you’ve been just told you need to get your shit together   
  • makes a point to meet and befriend all the wags because they’re important members of his friends’ lives and they make a lot of sacrifices to allow their SOs to do what they love.
  • kent always thanking the trainers, nutritionists, psychical therapists, etc and giving them lavish holiday gifts. 

kent parson being depicted as a wonderful player and a wonderful captain because his relationship with jack is only a small and troubled part of his overall personality  (✿◕‿◕✿) .。・:*:・

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.

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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Night and Day (Auston Matthews)

Anonymous said:

hey can you do an imagine where the reader is mitch marners best friend but her and Auston Matthews act like they hate each other when they really love each other? Maybe have them admit that they really love each other after one of them accidently yells it out during a huge fight (maybe the reader is all over one of the other guys on the team and auston is secretly jealous so he starts an arguement?) and then they both realize what’s up and potential make out sesh :)

Word count: 1340

Author’s note: His fresh haircut gives me life.

Originally posted by marntthews

In the past, you and Mitch had been a package deal. Best friends since long before you had introduced him to Steph, your relationship was closer to brother and sister than it was to two friends. You were always in contact with each other, whether it be a movie night, arcade tournament or just texting. Mitch was your best friend, and nothing would ever break that bond.

Nothing but Auston Matthews.

From the moment that Auston had gotten drafted and Mitch had gotten called up, you had felt your bond with Mitch shifting. Instead of the two of you always hanging out, he only ever texted you now, only hanging out with you if Auston came with. Mitch replaced you with Auston, and it hurt.

You knew that jealousness a petty, childish emotion, yet you still couldn’t help but get jealous at this stranger taking away someone who was basically your brother.

Your feelings towards Auston also aren’t helped by the fact that the two of you are polar opposites. While Auston is quiet, you’re outgoing. Auston is a sports junkie while you prefer the arts. Auston loves hot weather and you’re basically Elsa. The differences between the two of you are like night and day. Steph is convinced that you and Auston are going to get married one day, claiming that opposites attract, but you don’t see it. Instead, you see a person that you could never connect with who stole your best friend, which automatically gives him two strikes.

Although you’re not a straight bitch to Auston, you definitely make sure that he knows that you have no plans on being friends with him. Auston seems to reciprocate your feelings, not ever wanting to be alone with you.

Unfortunately, you’re only human, and a single one at that. So, even though Auston Matthews is a friend stealer who you have nothing in common with, you recognize the fact that Auston is a very attractive man.

Which makes him a lot harder to hate.

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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

Logged in - Part 1

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: Dean x Reader: Sam tells Dean and the reader about a new online community for hunters and they both scoff at him, but secretly use it and end up drawn to each other.

Word Count: 4803

Triggers: None really

Y/N = Your name  

Note: Wanted to try out a different format of writing. Let me know what you think!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“You found it where?” The question came out as more of a barked laugh as Dean threw his brother a quizzical look that mirrored yours over his raised beer bottle. You were enjoying a post hunt celebratory beer when Sammy let it slip where he’d found the last bit of day-saving info that got you your monster.

“I told you, I was talking to this hunter from Arizona online and…” Sam started parroting his earlier words over Dean’s laugh as you both looked at the younger hunter with a mix of shock and amusement. 

“Yeah, yeah… But a  forum? There’s really a hunter’s forum online? What’s next, tinder for demons?” You asked, your words only making Dean laugh harder as the younger hunter threw you both one of his trademarked bitchy glares.

“It’s not a forum, it’s more like an information sharing channel where you can chat with other hunters,” Sam said, standing up for the service that had saved your lives, not matter how silly it sounded to you.

“So it’s a chat then? Like… Lol, brb, just need to gank this monster real quick,” You threw the words back at Sam with a shit-eating grin, earning you another wink and a laugh from the older hunter that made your heart jump in your chest. Yeah, you really liked making Dean Winchester laugh, even if poor Sammy got the bad end of the deal. Still, you did find the whole idea of a hunter’s chat kind of silly. What happened to the days where you had to rely on wit and phone calls to survive a hunt? Maybe you were just being overly sentimental, but you doubted all the info you could get online was as reliable as some good ol’ fashioned research.

“No (Y/N), it’s just a place to share info with other hunter who might have hunted the same thing before. A place to get tips and tricks and…” Sam started, the big guy clearly not knowing when to give up. Hell, by now you were just pulling his leg as you smiled into your beer bottle. Sure, the site had saved your asses, but hell… Sam was your best friend, he was like a brother to you. And what sister didn’t enjoy annoying her brother? Sure, the service, from what Sam had told you before the ribbing started, seemed reliable and like an alternative way of finding info and getting to know other hunters, but that didn’t mean you had to completely buy into the idea. Especially not when you could annoy your techie best friend for a while. 

“So… Demon pinterest? Big baddie reddit? Ooooh! I know, I know! Hunter’s wikipedia!” You said, grinning at the frustrated younger Winchester as he rolled his eyes at you.

“(Y/N)…” Sam sighed your name over Dean’s barked laughs as you softened your smile into something sweeter.  

“Yeah, yeah Sammy. Sorry, I know it saved us. Thanks,” You said, raising your bottle to touch the neck of it against his and stopping your teasing of the other hunter before he rolled his eyes so hard at you that they got stuck in the back of his head. “But that doesn’t mean I have to completely buy into it,” You added, still not fully sure about the service Sammy had been raving about before the teasing started.

“Yeah, you never know who’s on the other side, could be some kid thinking it’s all just roleplaying. Y’could end up with bad info,” Dean agreed with you, taking on a big brotherly tone, as if he was admonishing his kid brother about internet safety and stranger danger, though Sam clearly could take care of himself. “Books seem safer, you can rely on ‘em. And when they fail you, Bobby’s just a phone call away,”

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Everybody loves Amethyst” SDCC zine by Grace Kraft !

0.  aight maybe this thing is coming together
1.  the cover!
2.  objectively the best page (Amethyst & Pearl)
3.  only peeks from here on out (Amethyst & Garnet)
4.  how about something sad now (Amethyst & Rose)
5.  Tiger M is still one of my fave eps (Amethyst & Steven)
6.  This page is dedicated to @zigsoul333 (Amethyst & Vidalia)
7.   oh to be young (Amethyst & Greg)
8.   let bygones be bygones (Amethyst & Peridot)

I added the context in the description as well but whatevs ! Make sure to stop by her panel and say hi. And… and just buy your SU zines, you monsters ! Yes, that goes for you attending SDCC T_T

Burn~ Pete Dunne Imagine

Originally posted by samizayn

Warning : Heartbreak 

It was so hard to not spill everything out to him. It took you three months to come to this decision. You were thinking on how were you just going to tell him. Pete was telling you on how much he deserved the title around his waist, he held the title in his lap admire it and talking about it. 

“ Yah okay? Yah haven’t said a word this whole time I’ve been talkin’ to yah” he asked, a frown on his lips. You mustered up a smile, trying to keep yourself together. 

“ Yeah, I’m sorry just it’s been a long day.” You replied, moving closer to him. 

“ Why? Yeh want to talk about it?”

“ Not really, just a lot on my mind.” You sighed, looking at the man that you desired all the years you’ve known him. 

“About what love? ‘m here for yeh” he places a hand on your knee.

“ What’s the point in talking about it if you’re just going to go back to your busy schedule…” You spatted with venom in your voice. You look down at your lap, feeling the guilt setting in. Pete’s eyebrows creased together. He put the title besides him. 

“ Tell me” 

“ You are getting so much more opportunities, TV time, everything. I am happy for you, I am, but I barely see you and the less I see you I slip away from what we have…” You trailed off, motioning to the title and yourself and around the backstage area.  

“ Yeh know what I see? A women who supports me makin’ my dreams happen. Yeh will have yer moment Y/N. I want yah to become a champion too. T’ have yah moment. Just like me..” 

“ Pete, I don’t think things are working out between us.” You blurred out, letting it out. 

“ W-what?” He asked, mouth a gap. “ Why?”

“ Because we never are together anymore, it’s always about you winning and becoming the champion. When was the last time we went out for dinner? Or had a night to ourselves? I just have to do this for me.” You explained to him, looking away. This was harder than you thought. 

“ We can fix this. I can do better, we can go out. I will spend more time with yeh. Please, don’t do this.” Pete tries to reason with you, taking a hold a hold of your hand as you try to get up to walk away from him.

“ Pete, please. I try my hardest to be in this relationship but I feel like I am the only one in it” you slip your hands from his grasp as you walk down the hallway with Pete following you. 

“ I can’t let yeh do this! You’re the reason I got here. Remember the time I told yeah that I can’t do this without yeh by my side? When Regal almost had my ass out of here? Yeh saved my job, I love yah. It’s because of yeh I keep doin’ this” He turns you around, pulling you close to him. 

“ You don’t need me Pete, you are on top and you don’t need me to push you to keep going.” 

You tried to remove your hands from your waist but he held on.

“ I want t’ be able to come home t’ our apartment to cuddle with yeh, I want yeh love. I can’t picture my life without yeh. We can make it work, I’ll do whatever it takes!” Pete’s arms tightened around you, his voice cracking.

You teared up, forcing yourself to hold yourself together.

“ You got to let me go..” 

“ No!” Pete yells in frustration,” How can I when yer the best thing that happened to me?” 

“ Please, stop.” You begged, tears spilling down your cheeks. It was hard enough to tell him you wanted it to be over, now he was fighting for you. You made him feel loved and wanted, something he never understood how to.
“ I love yeh, I don’t care what it takes. Don’t leave me..” Pete sinks to his knees, trying to hold himself together.

“ I love you so much Pete Dunne” those words put a smile on his face. 

“ But I can’t do it anymore.” You continued, wiping your cheeks from the tears. Pete smiled dropped, he nodded standing up. He was losing you and he can’t do anything about it. 

“ Can we kiss one last time? Please?”  You knew you shouldn’t but you did. You gaze into his eyes, his hands going to your waist, holding you close to him. Pete leans in and you lean in, kissing him softly.

 Pete wraps his arms around you, letting every emotion and love he had for you into that one kiss. You grabbed onto the straps of his ring gear, before pulling away when you needed breathing. Pete held onto you.

“ I need to go..” you whisper, letting the straps from his ring gear go.

He nods his head. You slipped away from him stepping back as he lets you go. You walk backwards looking at him, it was so hard to walk away from him.  

“ Yer going to be a champion one day, I believe in yah!” He yells. 

You walk into the parking lot, getting inside. You already put your stuff in the back, gripping the wheel with your hands taking a deep breath. 

Pete stared down the hallway, a part of him wished he would run after you or watch you walk back telling him you were just pranking him. The love between the two of you was real. It proofs in his album in his phone and yours. There were so many memories. 

He turns around to pick up the title that doesn’t mean anything to him anymore. He softly sobs to himself as he continues to walk to the locker room, he didn’t feel anything anymore.

You took his heart with you when you left. It was yours always.


request:  “Oh my god, I was joking, you didn’t have to buy me that.”

hello loves! the amount of requests I have seen for part two to ‘Bathroom’ has been amazing and that imagine will be coming tomorrow. so here’s some fluff to hold you over until then. this is honestly one of the funniest things i’ve written because it’s very silly! send in requests from this blurb list! or whatever you want! hope you enjoy!

In your humble opinion, turtles were the absolute best thing in the world. Ever since you were a little girl, you had wanted a turtle. All of the other kids wanted dogs, cats, fish, or even hamsters. But you wanted a turtle. But your family didn’t. So you never got one. ‘Twas a hard knock life for you without a turtle. Telling the story of how you wanted a turtle and never got one always resulted in someone saying, “That’s the most depressing thing I have ever heard.” But they were being more dramatic about hearing the story than you were when telling it.

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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.” 

Run To You // Sam x Reader P6

Pairing: Sam Wilson x POC Reader, Bucky Barnes x POC Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 3.4k+
Warning: FINALLY SOME FLUFF, and like a teeny bit of angst, a few paragraphs of angst really, arguing and  fighting, S M U T

Summary: What do you do when you find out your best friend has been in love with you forever?

A/N: Well, here we are. End of the road. Wow. My first completed Sam Wilson series. I can’t even thank you all enough for all the lovely comments and kind words. Thank you so, so much for sticking around and putting up with my insane work and posting schedules, the other fics, and the writer’s block. I’m immensely proud of what I’ve done here and I absolutely look forward to doing and writing more. This is for you. Thank you again. You’re amazing.

Inspiration: “Run To Me” ~ Nick Lachey

“I’m holding on for you, I’m fighting for your life.
And when you’re blinded by this jaded world, I’ll be your eyes.
Even if you fall, I won’t let you break.
When all the noise is telling you, to run away,
Run to me…”

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

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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!

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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. 

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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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

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.