chase after you

lunaloveswolf  asked:

me! *url thingy*

You are my favorite phase of the moon. You may be dark but you also shine brightly. The sun you’ve been waiting for is still revolving in some other’s solar system. But believe me, the orbits of the two celestial bodies will meet no matter how dismal the chance is. You stare at the wolves below, thinking how come they could love you without giving any reasons while you, the moon, cannot love easily. The craters are the proofs of how fragile you can be. You are afraid to be left in the end for you only appear by night. You are forever lurking in the shadows of the sun, biding your time to shine. You chase after the unreachable sun, contenting yourself in the short time of dusk to be together. You once loved and you once liked. My will had been swayed and we are both aware of it. I will always appreciate your craters for you are beautiful. Your sun will definitely come. When you ask? When @lunaloveswolf brings herself in an eclipse. 

I’m very tired and should not even be awake at this hour but here’s a handy dandy guide to pushing over each of the jojos


Jonathan: You will never manage to push this boy over, he’s sturdy as hell so if you even try he’ll just sort of stand there confused and ask what it is you’re doing. He’s too kind for his own good and doesn’t even realize you’re trying to shove him into the concrete. 

Joseph: Not too hard to push, he usually won’t even notice you sneaking up behind him to topple him over. When he falls though it’s like watching a poorly acted scene from a sitcom complete with windmilling arms and him screaming. 

Jotaro: A bit difficult to tip over, you’ll have to wait until he’s distracted and give it 110% of your strength to even manage, but when you do it’s very satisfying. He falls over like a loaded bookcase and all u can hear is the soft “oof” as the air leaves his lungs. You will have to run afterwards though because Star Platinum is coming for your ass.

Josuke: He’s not really all that hard to shove, and he has a fairly average fall, however he’s the most vengeful of the jojo’s once he’s been tipped. If the fall happened to mess with his hair, he’ll chase after you full speed until he can get in at least one good punch. Definitely not worth it.

Giorno: Easiest of them all to tip over, you don’t even need to put that much force into it to send this boy flying. He’ll take it fairly well, brushing himself off and treating it as though it didn’t bother him, but you should probably watch your back for the next few days.

Jolyne: Same with Josuke, very average fall and not too much force needed. If you do knock her over though she will be on your ass cussing up a storm. She won’t even use her stand for the beating you’re about to get, she’ll do it all with her own two fists.

Johnny: I mean why you’d want to push Johnny over is beyond me, but it’s not too hard, you just have to give the wheelchair a good push. Once he’s on the ground though he’s either gonna lay there stunned for a bit until someone helps or he’ll drag himself after you. Watch out cause this boy’s coming for your fucking ankles. 

Gappy: Very unsatisfying, trying to push this boy over is like trying to pet a cat that doesn’t want it. His body will bend in ways that should not be humanly possible and even if you do succeed he doesn’t fall, he’ll just move with your hands until he’s doing a half limbo and you’re left looking like a fool.

Best Friends (Part 1)

Summary: Meeting in college, you and Bucky strike up a friendship. And that is all there is, until Bucky realizes he’s in love with you. But it might just be a little too late for that. 

Word Count: 882

A/N: Another one, Tesla? Yep. I’d apologize but nahhh. This is based off of “Made of Honor.” Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by duckybarness

The words were becoming blurry on the screen and you knew you had probably written an entire page of incoherencies by now. Rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your hands, you took a deep breath and exhaled through your mouth, lips flapping at the force of the air leaving. Scratching behind your ear in frustration, you knew you had to go to bed and finish your paper the following morning. You were hopeless. Sleep was necessary, no matter how ahead you wanted to get on homework.

The party outside was still in full swing, but you were used to that by now. Your dorm was known to have the best parties in the campus and tonight was a Thursday. Tonight’s party was a prelude to tomorrow’s they said, but that didn’t make it any less rowdy than any other rave.

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A Perfectly Ordinary Ladynoir Story

In hindsight, falling into Chat Noir’s arms was usually a mistake.

“Are you sure you couldn’t see yourself falling for a guy like me?”  

Ladybug let out a snort, eyes rolling behind the black and red mask as Chat lowered the pair of them to the ground.

“Really?” Ladybug laughed, somewhat incredulously, nodding over Chat Noir’s shoulder. “We got a jilted tailor that’s got the city in stitches-”

“Nice one,” Chat said, tearing through the side streets as red thread chased after him.

“Thank you,” Ladybug said, yo-yo lashing out and batting away a needle zeroing in on Chat’s back. “You really want to bat those eyelashes at me now?”  

“Might be our last chance,” Chat said, leaping up and over the roof-tops and landing in a low crouch, depositing his partner on the rooftop. “Sure there isn’t anything you want to tell me? Maybe one last kiss before the icy hand of death envelops us both.”

“Later,” Ladybug said, throwing an arm out to shield Chat Noir as The Fashionista grappled up onto the ledge, needles clutched in her hands as she zeroed in on the pair before her. “Unless you want to find out what a pincushion feels like.”

“I’ll hold you to that later, Buggi,” Chat Noir said, extending his baton with a flick of his wrist.

“Somehow I knew you would,” Ladybug sighed, latching onto a weather vane and swinging out of the way of a hail of needles as Chat Noir flanked the akuma around the side.


Perched on the edge of the rooftop, Ladybug watched Chat drop the now de-evilized victim on the doorstep of her parent’s house, shooting a salute and a wink at her mother. He was, at his core, a corny little tomcat, who couldn’t miss an opportunity to act like he was auditioning for the remake of The Princess Bride.

Of course, that made it harder for Ladybug to take him seriously.

He was a tease, and part of Ladybug resented Chat for flirting like his words had no effect. Chat had winked, hand-kissed, and flirted his way through every girl they ran into. Even as he left the former Fashionista, he couldn’t part without offering her a kiss on the hand before springing up to the roof where Ladybug was waiting.

“She okay?” Ladybug asked.

“Fine, fine,” Chat said, rolling his shoulders with a small sigh. “Little rattled, of course, but I figured that much; not every day some weirdo brainwashes you and makes you his flunky.”

“That what the hand kiss was for?” Ladybug asked, brow arching in Chat’s direction.

“Was I really supposed to ignore a lady in distress?” Chat snorted, turning to his partner with a slowly spreading smile. “Jealous?”

“You wish, man,” Ladybug snorted.

“…maybe I do,” Chat Noir said, hands leaning on the top of his staff, glancing across at his partner with a small smile that made Ladybug’s heart skip a beat. “I wouldn’t mind if said you didn’t like me kissing other people.”

“You know…you do this thing where you almost look sincere when you say stuff like that,” Ladybug said, head cocking to one side. “I almost forget you’re joking.”

“…when did I ever say I was joking?” Chat replied, soft enough that Ladybug almost didn’t catch it. And it was easy for Ladybug to pretend that Chat’s confession fell on deaf ears; easier than confronting the truth that he might actually be sincere in his endless teasing. Easier than wondering how their relationship might change were Ladybug to call him on his bluff, pull him in by his bell collar, and kiss him so hard he never even dreamed about flirting with anyone ever again.

Instead, Ladybug opted for certainty, offering a fist for Chat to clumsily brush his knuckles against as though they didn’t each want a little more. 


The moment the transformation wore off, Tikki tore into the box of cookies on the desk in a hail of crumbs that scattered over the half-finished calculus homework.

“Hey, hey, watch it!” Nino said, picking the kwami up by her back and pulling her away from his desk. “I don’t think my teachers are going to buy the fact that my pocket-ladybug got food all over my homework!”

“Shorry,” Tikki said, swallowing a mouthful of chocolate chips. “Long day.”

“You’re telling me,” Nino said, flopping belly first onto his bed, the afternoon replaying in his head as Tikki floated over.

“…you know, you wouldn’t be the first Ladybug to fall in love with Chat Noir,” Tikki said, patting the back of Nino’s head as he buried his burning face in his pillows.

“Just…eat your cookies,” Nino groaned.

He said, “I never want to pull out of you”
and I think I fell in love. What a fucked up thing to do.

And this wasn’t supposed to be a fucked up poem
but it’s turning into a fucked up poem
because I haven’t been able to cum in three years
without thinking of his hips sliding into mine: like first base,
like second base, like third base,

like home.

—  “The Most Magnificent Pastime” Trista Mateer
our little family pt.3 | jimin

Originally posted by minblush

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3

Reader’s POV

“Ms.L/N!!”

Looking up from your phone, your lips tilted up into a warm smile as you saw a familiar face enter the room, as she slightly skipped, swinging her lunchbox in one hand.

“Jieun-ah!!” you cheered as you made your way to her, pinching her cheeks softly as you cooed, “How’s my little girl been?”

Giving you a big smile, one that reached all the way up to her round eyes, she gave you a thumbs up and grinned, “I’m great! Daddy and I even got another dog for Charlie so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore.”

Laughing slightly, you remarked, “Well isn’t that sweet of you to do!! By the way, where’s your Daddy, did he not drop you off–?”

“Her Daddy is right here.” a voice said teasingly as you looked up, scoffing a little as Jimin winked at you playfully. Your eyes quickly wandered to the cut on his lip, which to your surprise had seemed to be healing, making you sigh in relief.

Getting up, you patted Jieun’s back and motioned her to go and put away her stuff in her cubby before walking up to Jimin. Motioning to his face, you said softly, “You’re looking better. How did you manage to explain this to Jieun?”

Jimin chuckled as his eyes fell on his little girl who was humming along to a random tune as she walked around the classroom, mindlessly.

“I told her that when she was asleep, her dad went on a mission to save a princess from an evil man, and then got hurt in the fight.” he said as his eyes flickered back to you, making you flush lightly at his words that made your heart flutter.

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You truly scare me. I just want to let you know that.

You know what I love abt this fandom?? The fact that if these situations were irl, yall would be advocating for the exact opposite of what you’re saying about Civil War.

Because do you really think people in positions of power should just… decide they don’t want to be held accountable?? Decide that they think they’re above 117 countries and should just keep Doing Their Own Thing despite all these people saying they want change?? Would you still support them if this was, say, your Police Department??

Would you find it acceptable if you, as a civilian, we’re just travelling down the highway one day, when suddenly a ‘police officer’ smashed your car window, then threw you out of the car into the middle of a busy highway in order to chase after his friend? Would you think it was cool then??

Would you stick by them as they all met up together in an airport that only one of the police officers (coughtonycough) had been wise enough to evacuate, and then trash the whole place whilst making the richest police officer who had been trying to stop them pay for their damages when they ran away??)

Would you be okay with one of the Police Officers actually throwing and beating up civilians on a stairwell so that he could get his pal out to safety??

And I just laugh because you know you wouldn’t. If the police force decided hey didn’t want to follow the wishes of 117 countries, and then all just ran away and continued to do their own thing when you tried to argue with them, you’d be up in arms!!!! You’d be so fucking furious that your rights as a civilian had just been removed like that!!! And I’m screaming because that is exactly what cap did!!!!!!!!


He decided that he was above everyone else. He decided that the team didn’t need to follow rules and that, as long as they were ‘good people’, they could continue to do whatever the fuck they wanted. He was the one who took Wanda out of a bad situation, only to make it and her offenses even worse, all the while insisting to Tony that ‘she’s just a kid!’

Yall insist that the police officers are held responsible when they kill someone, call it neglect or misconduct or whatever- and yet refuse to think about all the damage the avengers have done??? Hilarious.

You once said that a step towards recovery means I’ll need to break myself into pieces, darling I’ve been trying to put my heart back together. I like to step on myself sometimes, I don’t take compliments well because I don’t think too highly of myself. When you step on the same lego piece everyday even your ego starts to melt a little. You once said that if I find someone to hold my thoughts before I hold their heart– then maybe she’s the one. Or maybe there’s no one out there, who knows, right? We can circle around this a little longer than always, but I’ll always run back to the why. Why do I want to conquer my memories? Each city that I’ve built for them inside of my head is still bright and I’ve not let a single light bulb blow out, I’m so out of it– while thoughtlessly I’ve been reaching out of my head, my heart likes to beat me to it. It says that love can only be achieved if I chase after it. You once said that I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. Do you still believe in those words? Because if I’m not cruel to myself, I could be cruel to someone else. If I read enough books, do you think I’d finally own a chapter in my own life? If I open up some more, will I close off opportunities for myself to the prospect of loving myself? And what about them? Vanity is my master and I’m a slave. It’s okay to be a little vain sometimes, right? I’ve got it in my veins, maybe I’m the only honest one. You once said that if I trip over the same rock and stub my toe a million times within a week, you’d still say it’s okay. Like falling requires gravity to bend to my whispers. Like drowning demands my lies to swim back to shore. Like dying seeps through my eyes, how can I love if all I’ve got is missing pieces? You once said that a river flows like time and if I’m out of seconds– you’ll just record your voice saying I love you until I finally get it. I remember everything that love has to offer, but never the person. I remember the feeling of infection that is affection. And if I walk alone and get hit by a car, maybe it’s just another story that I won’t write. Some words live in between the lines, I’ve been seeing dualities. Life and death is just a kiss and hug. Black and white, storms and clouds are just pears and apples. Poetry and prose likes to sound sweet, but it’s the bitter bits of me that’s suicidal. Love and hate was born from strangers, so you never knew the difference between the moon and the sun– the lightness of tomorrow likes to coat the darkness of past days. Cigarettes and lung cancer, a dance of smoke that disguises itself as stress free, do you think I’ll die healthy? Drugs and my body, which one will make me feel better if I’ve been sweating for a week? You once said that we’re spinning around in a circle just waiting for someone to stop by– grab my attention and you can have my voice, steal from my hands and you can have my poems, which hurts more to have loved or to not have loved at all? An empty silence that’s so full of itself– I can’t hear myself think inside of my own head. I’ve got file cabinets tagged under read later, but I’m a sucker for love– so I feed into it. You once said if the sky breaks into a brighter day, you’ll be there. That is wishful thinking, my favorite kind. Words can’t give meaning to our story, but we still write. You once said that it has to mean something. Every statement paused long enough for several lifetimes to become real again. It feels like such a long time, but we’re still in love with them in there somewhere. It’s buried. It’s in a coffin, but it’s there and we know it. We can hear it. We can hear it. Fuck, we can hear it. That little beating that isn’t ours, it’s always theirs. And that’s my fear, you once said that maybe that’s my fate– I’m supposed to cling onto that strand of innocence, of who I used to be, to remember what it feels like to feel, it has to mean something. Giving meaning to nothing, my favorite pastime. Giving something to someone, the only way that I’ve been living. You once said that until I learn to keep more for myself, I’ll always end up in square one– alone, but as long as I’ve got you, it’s not true, right? Some thoughts like to sleep alone, that’s not one of them. Hold onto that piece of us, the poetic storm that is joy. Keep your kindness to a burn, a stretched out sunrise screaming your name is my simmer. I know about nothing and that’s my one redeeming quality. I know that I don’t know shit, and that’s why I write like this. I know that I don’t love like I used to, and that’s why I love like this. I know that I’m not the same person from last year, and that’s why my guilt likes to trip up. I know that I’m no longer in love with her, but I can’t seem to explain the empty feeling unless I spell her name backwards under a star somewhere that I can’t touch. I know that I’m still messed up, but I’m just taking advantage of my youth. You once said some people will get over you in a week, but it’ll take you a lifetime to get over someone. If forever is a drug then I’ve overdosed. If always is a lie then I’ll take the beautiful. If never is more and a secret is sore– then I’m sorry about the words that didn’t stop, I am trying. I am always trying. You once said that if we kiss the ocean long enough, the mountains will answer. I’ve buried my love letters on the highest mountain and emptied my heart into my art. If I live long enough to spread my wings, do you think I’d still be condemned? Life is too short to live in the past, but I can’t stop asking about my what ifs. Love is too long to just be over, but I’ll just keep painting over it with a new layer of red. If you’re still reading, then I’m still writing. This yin and yang battle of ours has no meaning. Tortured souls live in the canvas and I’ve seen enough chains– I shall be unbound someday. You once said I love you– darling, that’s the only fucking truth that I believe in. You once said that soulmates aren’t always lovers– I guess it’s just you. You once said that flowers don’t just bloom, they wilt– so I guess I’m just withered. You once said that if you had your way, I’d own the universe. You don’t get it. When you became my best friend, I got it.
—  You once said
  • Trini: Okay. You haven't said anything until now. How was I supposed to know you were interested in me?
  • Kimberly: Been dropping hints since we met at the mine.
  • Trini: The mine? That long ago?
  • Kimberly: Like I said. Since the mine.
  • Trini: You didn't drop any hints at the mine. I was there.
  • Kimberly: You were there every time I was dropping hints. I was dropping them for you.
  • Trini: So tell me. What were you doing at the mine that should have clued me in?
  • Kimberly: We were being chased by security and instead of leaving with the two people I knew had a car I chased after you instead.
Along The Boardwalk

Drabbles

Summary: They always said Kim Taehyung had a you-shaped hole in his heart.
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff + light Smut, Skater Boy AU
Word Count: 12,819
Author’s Note: Inspired by those Taehyung left version concept photos and mainly sparked by a conversation I was having with @an-exotic-writer so naturally I drafted this as a token of my love and no I am definitely not writing this because talking to Missy certainly does not give me heart problems whatchu mean. I’m also tagging @kimvtae because we were screaming about the concept of a skater boy Tae together.

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You’ve always had a very peculiar habit of being drawn towards the things you couldn’t even imagine yourself doing—although you could argue that’s exactly why you found yourself naturally gravitating towards them in the first place. Unlike most people, who might have been taken by an envious desire to take on certain challenges and obstacles that were most likely out of their league, you found a natural peace chasing after something you couldn’t quite obtain yourself.

Maybe it was your own self-awareness or the fact that you never felt confident enough to branch out towards something that was so clearly on the opposite end of the spectrum from what you were normally use to. You’ve always just been content watching other people take on their passions while you remained on the sidelines with your own hopes and dreams and aspirations. It always excited you to see people participating in their interests—so much so that friends would always humor you that it was always the people rather than the activity they were indulging in that drew you in towards them.

That’s probably why you accepted your best friend’s invitation to leave your apartment for once and drive down to the pier, taking refuge across one of the many skateparks that planted themselves across the oceanfront, beyond the cool sand and ocean breeze of spring. Jeon Jungkook always reprimanded you for rarely having the time to come out and see him perform his new spins and flips, which is probably why he seems much more animated than usual at the prospect of finally getting to show off these new skills to you.

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Why Do You Keep Apologizing! (Theo Raeken Imagine)

Here’s a Teen Wolf Imagine!

It’s actual rather longer than my usual, hope you don’t mind… I got carried away.

Requests are Open (Just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

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Originally posted by stazlindesdaily

You were born to a family of angels. If someone thought goody-two-shoes people were terrible, imagine how it felt to sport wings that burned every time you lied and having to move nearly every month once you’ve served your purpose. 

Being an angel, you all had a specific purpose. And being part of a family, your family would spread across a town to spread positive energy throughout the people. No one could ever be in a bad mood if an angel was around… unless they’re so consumed by the darkness.

And once you stepped into Beacon Hills High School, you knew you found where you needed to go. You had a feeling you belonged to be there and it made your wings tingle underneath your jacket. You rolled your shoulders back and took a deep breath before setting off to find your locker. As you walked, there were multiple pairs of eyes on you. Not because you were an angel that just glowed (that’s actual a myth), but because there were other supernatural beings in that school that got a whiff of your scent. You just didn’t know that… yet. 

“She’s not human.” Malia whispered, looking over to Scott and Liam who understood her statement. “Her scent… it’s… different.” 

Scott nodded in agreement. “We don’t know if she’s a bad guy-” 

“Or girl.” Lydia interrupted. 

He looked over to her and nodded slightly. “Yeah… bad girl or not… We lay off her unless she proves to be a threat.” 

“Just keep your wolf and coyote eyes on her.” Stiles added. “Stay. Away.” 

“Well someone needs to tell Theo the plan.” Liam muttered. The pack looked over to what he meant. 

And there you were, standing next to Theo Raeken, struggling to open your locker which, coincidentally, was next to his. He stood stiffly as the doors were pushed open a breeze sweeping in, carrying your scent over to him which made it stronger. Fear struck him in his bones after registering what your scent was. “Are you here to punish me?” He thought aloud. 

You looked over to him as he hid his face inside his locker. “Excuse me?” You asked, politely. When there was no response, you decided to pat the young man on his muscly bicep. But then you saw darkness and a young woman tearing this boy’s heart out repeatedly. It was like a nightmare. You yelped as you pulled your hand away, immediately recognizing the feeling of darkness. It consumed him. 

You were standing in a daze as Theo slammed his locker shut and hurriedly walked away from you. Your eyes trailed him. 


In your first period, you introduced yourself to the teacher and was shown to a seat. There was an empty desk beside you and you couldn’t wait to attempt to befriend this new person. But fate decided to play against you as the boy from earlier sat next to you with an annoyed expression.

“Are you stalking me?” He asked, abruptly. “First you’re next to me in the morning, opening a locker that clearly wasn’t yours since you can’t even open the damn thing. And now you’re sitting next to me in my first period? I’ve never seen you a day in my life. So if-”

“I’m sorry if you got that impression.” You apologized. “I was told to sit here by the teacher. And as for the locker situation this morning, I honestly could not open the.. um… thing.” 

“Damn.” Theo repeated. You raised an eyebrow. “Say it.” You shook your head. Wings tend to painfully shed a feather or two if a curse word left your mouth. Growing feathers back was the true punishment. After a long period of silence and an intense staring competition, Theo finally said, “I know what you are. And I’m not going back.” 

“What?” You asked as the bell rang and class began. 

After the class, you chased after him but he immediately disappeared into the crowd of students. “What did this kid mean.” You asked aloud. 

It wasn’t until lunch time that you saw this mystery boy again. The two of you locked eyes across the room and he stood up to leave the cafeteria. You ran after him and just before he opened the doors to leave, you grabbed him. “Let go!” He said, shaking you off. 

“What did you mean you aren’t going back?” 

“Why do you care?” He shot back. “I don’t know you!” 

“My apologies… I’m-I’m..” You began, but he interrupted. 

Why Do You Keep Apologizing!” He screamed. “Demons don’t do that!” 

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You-you think I’m a demon?” You couldn’t even contain your laughter. His face sported a confused expression. “I apologize for my laughter. But I’m not a demon. My name is (Y/N).” You said, offering your hand. 

“Theo.” He muttered. “If you aren’t a demon, then what are you? ‘Cause you’re definitely not human.” 

“And I suppose neither are you.” You said with a playful smirk on your face. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Theo. I’m not here to harm you nor take you back to that girl.” He raised his eyebrows at you, wordlessly questioning you. “That girl in your nightmares. The one that tears out your heart.” 

“How did you-” 

“Angels are more than just wings and good deeds, Theo.” You said. “We have purposes as to why we arrive in cities… and I have a feeling my purpose is to rid you of your darkness.”

“Can you do that?” He asked, hopeful. You smiled warmly. 

“Of course.” 

I’m thinking about doing a part two… Because this feels like it needs a part two. Wouldn’t you agree? 

Dylan O’Brien

Note: I SCREAMED WHEN I WATCHED THE TRAILER AND I SCREAMED WHEN I GOT THIS REQUEST .c

Request: Bucky being jealous and extremely annoyed over you fangirl-ing over dylan o'brien new movie

Originally posted by squishedbyseb


You were spending some time with Bucky, catching up on a new tv show you two enjoyed. It’s been a few weeks since you could really relax and take time away from missions. And of course, you two chose to stay in and relax instead of going out with the rest of the team. 

Bucky’s arm was wrapped over your shoulders and the tv cut to a commercial, giving him a few minutes to refill the popcorn bowl and get new cans of soda. “Be back, Doll.” He grunted as he stood up, his knees popping. You snorted and watched him walk away. “Old man bones.” You teased, laughing harder when he looked back with a glare.

You sighed and pulled the blanket further up your body, watching the Airhead commercial come to an end, and heard the heavy bass of a movie trailer. The ‘LIONSGATE’ words spread across the screen and a high pitched squeal echoed through the common room as you saw Dylan O’Brien’s face suddenly appear. 

“OH MY GOD!” You screamed out, flinging the blanket off of your body. You heard glass breaking in the kitchen, no doubt the glass popcorn bowl slipping from Bucky’s large hands. ‘WHAT IS IT!? ARE YOU OKAY!?” Bucky yelled as he rushed in, his breathing was erratic as he searched for any threats in the room.

“I-BUCKY-IT’S-LOOK!” You pointed frantically at the screen and sat up on your knees on the couch. You were smiling widely and Bucky followed your doe-eyed gaze, his eyes scanning the tv. “I thought you were hurt!” Bucky exclaimed, watching your smile get wider, if that were even possible. 

You couldn’t look away from the screen, so you waved Bucky off. “NO! No, no! Watch this, it looks like it’s gonna be awesome! And-and DYLAN O’BRIEN IS IN IT!” You squealed, cupping your hands and bouncing in your spot.

Bucky looked at you bewildered, his jaw slack. “Y/N!” Bucky shouted, trying to catch your attention. You shushed him and pulled him down beside you, frantically patting his arm. “WATCH WATCH WATCH!” You beamed, your eyes never once closing or looking away.

Bucky shuffled away from you with a huff, crossing his arms. “Unbelievable. Had I known you harbored such a crush on Shmylan O-” You quickly shushed Bucky, turning up the volume on the tv, the deep bass amplifying. He creased his eyebrows and his mouth fell open again.

He couldn’t believe how you were acting over another man. Bucky sank in his seat and clenched his jaw. Your face was tinted a light red, your eyes focused on the tv screen. It made Bucky feel sick to his stomach, and he knew he would never hear the end of it if you saw how jealous he was being. 

The trailer finally ended and you sighed dreamily. You suddenly gasped and looked at Bucky. “Can we go see it when it comes out?” You asked, resting your hands on Bucky’s bicep. You noticed it was flexed and how Bucky’s eyes were staring at the tv. “Bucky?” You asked, gently shaking him. 

He snapped his head up at you and you recoiled. “What’s the matter?” You frowned, pouting your bottom lip out. “Seriously? I thought you were being attacked. And I come in here and find out you’re just drooling over some man.” Bucky grumbled, shaking his head.

Your mouth fell open and you were about to say something snappy, but realized that Bucky was jealous. You gasped and stood to your feet. “James Buchanan Barnes.” You scolded him, holding your hands on your hips. Bucky ignored you and moved to the side, looking past your body to see the tv. 

You stood in his line of vision again and he groaned. “Why are you jealous?” You asked, crossing your arms. Bucky looked up at you and scoffed. “I’m not jealous.” He rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch, walking into the kitchen. You followed behind him and he grabbed the broom and dustpan to clean up the broken glass.

“Bucky, you’re jealous over a celebrity.” You stated, bending down to pick up larger pieces of glass. Bucky gripped your wrist gently and shook his head. “You’ll cut yourself.” Bucky mumbled, sweeping up everything. You stood to your feet and walked over to Bucky at the trashcan, waiting for him to dump the shards in the can, putting away the broom and dustpan. 

Your arms wrapped around Bucky’s waist and he sighed, turning around in your hold. “What’s he got that I don’t?” Bucky asked, his hair framing his face as he looked down at you. You snorted and raised your eyebrows. “Bucky, you have no reason to be jealous.” He groaned and titled his head back, staring at the ceiling. 

“I’m not jealous!” He grumbled, looking back down at you. You rolled your eyes and sighed dramatically. “Ohh well then, I’m gonna go watch that trailer again.” You shrugged after pulling away from Bucky. “NO! I mean-okay, fine! I got jealous!” Bucky rushed, pulling you back into his body.

You giggled and he sighed, rubbing his hands along your lower back and hips. “I just don’t want to lose you, you know?” Bucky asked, pressing his cheek on the top of your head. You sighed and started to feel guilty about fangirling so much. “Bucky, that’s not gonna happen. He’s just one of my favorite celebrities.” You giggled softly, feeling Bucky’s groan.

You pulled away from Bucky and grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s go cuddle…Jealous Barnes.” Bucky sighed heavily and let you pull him along to the common room again. “You’re not gonna let me live this down, are you?” He questioned, letting you straddle his lap on the couch. You smiled and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to Bucky’s lips.

He chased after you, his eye hooded. “Nope.” You smiled, rubbing his cheeks. Bucky looked at you and smiled back. “What am I gonna do with you?” He asked, reaching his hand up to caress your cheek. You let out a sensual moan and bit your lip. “I know what you could do.” You wiggled your eyebrows and Bucky’s mouth fell open, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Oh yeah? What’s that, Doll?” Bucky asked, squeezing your waist, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. You smirked and leaned into Bucky’s neck, placing kisses until you reached his ear. His breath came out in short puffs and you gently bit his earlobe. “Take me to see that movie.” You whispered softly. Bucky growled and you giggled, moving away to sit beside him on the couch. 

“Oh my god.” He mumbled, rubbing his hands down his face. “You love me.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He rolled his eyes and looked over at you. “That I do. But no, I won’t take you.“ He said, chuckling when he watched your mouth fall slack.  “You love me.”

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All Too Well | Pt. 5

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Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,434

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You wish that your natural inclination toward Yoongi’s gestures, thoughts, and emotions was something you could flick off like a light switch. You wish you could turn off certain memories and knowledge, how you could tell and understand so readily about what Yoongi was thinking about.

The boy use to always be a stellar liar, able to cover up his emotions well in the form of a defense mechanism, but over the time you got to know him and date him and love him, you’ve always been unbelievably good at reading him. You understood better than most about how the air around him hung and what kind of emotions were always just brimming underneath the surface.

But you hate having that kind of knowledge now. You hate knowing that even after all this time, all this distance, after that heartbreak, Yoongi still cares. He cares so, so much, that desire swimming underneath the surface, he cares so much that the thought of you running off with Hoseok is enough to make his blood boil.

You never wished you could unlearn something more. You wish you could forget the way he looked at you that evening in Tokyo, telling you he didn’t care about you and he didn’t care about you and Hoseok when it was so glaringly obvious that he just cared too much.

That’s probably where things started to change between the two of you.

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Missing Sweater

Summary: Bucky keeps complaining about how he can’t find a certain navy-blue sweater of his. Until he goes to your room and finds you curled up watching Netflix on your bed, wearing a certain sweater. (idea by the amazing, Kathrynn, @james-bionic-barnes)

Author’s Note: Props to my girl Kath for letting me write out this fic from the lovely idea she had in mind. Hope you enjoy, folks! :)

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