did the head wrong

a bop

By Way of Spontaneity (Part 2)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 518

Warnings: None.

Part 1

A/N: Hope you all like this part! I’m so so so excited for the craziness that is coming!

Originally posted by little--batman

Bucky grimaced as he thought of facing you and telling you all about how you were invited to the next family dinner at his grandma’s house. His mom had squealed and Bucky swore that he had never seen his grandma run so fast until that very instant Bucky’s mom announced that he had a girlfriend. They had cooed and aww’ed over your picture for long minutes until Bucky sniffed at the air and asked if something was burning.

“My potatoes!” screamed his grandma, his mom hot at her heels.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he took a deep breath and stood before your apartment door. How was he even going to bring this up? You would never agree to this. Tony would never agree to this. After all, you were his girlfriend and Bucky should have thought twice about what he was going to say before he opened his big mouth.

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the blue notebooks

time travel au

pairing: jimin | reader
genre: fluff, angst
word count: 8.575
warnings: none
author’s note: this story will have a sequel since there is much, much more I want to tell, but I wanted to keep it under 10k and I figured this part worked well as a standalone. please enjoy :)


You meet Park Jimin after a particularly rough landing.

You wish time traveling was as easy as the books like to describe, or as beautifully romantic as the movies depict. It is a concept that’s been overly embroidered with advantages that do not exist — and even if normal humans see it as a fortuitous skill, one they long to have, they rarely realize that having a normal life is out of the question for your kind. Even so, there is no point in wishing for something that won’t happen in this lifetime, not with the time traveling genes burning strong within your veins.

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hamilton + marriage proposal headcanons

masterlist

you had to know this one was coming next.

alexander

  • he does it in a public place of course
  • literally in the middle of the food court
  • it really wasnt safe to carry it in his pocket in the mall but. he did it anyway
  • he gets down on one knee
  • in the f o od court
  • and because of that you genuinely think hes just tying his shoe
  • who the fuck proposes in a food court surrounded by teenagers who might get wrong ideas and french fries
  • apparently alexander hamilton
  • so you’re looking around and waiting for him to finish 
  • and when you look back theres a box in his hand
  • and he… takes out a… folded up piece of paper…
  • ITS A POEM…….
  • and he READS IT OUT LOUD and its so CUTE but youre also SO EMBARRASSED because theres a part about how much he LOVES YOU IN BED
  • and after what felt like six hours he finally just says… “will you marry me?”
  • you hug him and pull him very close
  • (you mainly want him to shut up and for him to not talk about you in the nude in public anymore)
  • (he will ask you if it took too long. say yes. it was. he will then say “you know what else is long”)

john

  • this boy…
  • is so romantic…
  • he puts his heart into everything he does!!!
  • so he takes you to a little hillside in a park or in the countryside
  • and takes you for a picnic and everything is really nice
  • he packed all of your favourite foods and drinks and desserts and hes wearing a really nice white dress shirt and black pants
  • theres a little letter at the bottom of the basket he wants you to read
  • the dedication is really cute (”to the love of my life”)
  • but when you finish reading the letter… he is gone?
  • you are clearly very worried and you stand up and start looking around frantically 
  • and he is behind you and behind him is laf, alex, and herc
  • they’re all wearing…. matching outfits….
  • he starts s i n g ing and da nc ing
  • and when the song is finished he rushes over to you and gives you a big hug
  • and he keeps going
  • he gets down on one knee and has the BIGGEST, HAPPIEST GRIN ON HIS FRECKLED FACE 
  • and when he asks you to marry him
  • you’re probably blubbering and maybe crying because its so goddamn cute and hes so goddamn cute and hes like ”oh god did i do something wrong”
  • and you just shake your head and say yes, you do want to marry him
  • and the boys are in the background smiling, and sweating after all of the choreo they did
  • seriously. they’d been practicing for weeks.
  • (they said john even yelled at them once because he wanted it to be perfect)

lafayette

  • if there’s. ANYONE who is going to ask you to marry him in a restaurant
  • it’s lafayette.
  • he takes you out to a really fancy dinner
  • and you both dress up really nice
  • and you get what you swear to god is the nicest food you’ve ever eaten
  • and you laugh and smile and talk throughout dinner
  • but he seems… somewhat…. nervous and awkward
  • and he’s normally this smooth talking guy
  • and its… very suspicious
  • and its even MORE suspicious when he says he forgot his wallet and that you have to pay
  • and you’re like “…. alright???? …. i geuss?????”
  • he apologizes a lot, more than he ever has before
  • and when the bill comes in the lil wallet holder folder thing made of leather
  • and you start rummaging through your wallet for the money
  • he looks very panicked that you actually are going to pay
  • and he’s like “no no y/n please look in the folder thing please”
  • and you open it and tHERES A RING SITTING THERE ON TOP OF THE BILL
  • and he snatches it before you can do anything and proposes in front of everyone!!!
  • (you see a few waitresses cry)
  • (he repeats over and over that he doesn’t actually want you to pay)
  • (kiss him. he deserves it. he was so scared.)

hercules

  • you are completely alone when he proposes.
  • he just… does it in your living room?
  • he steps out of the bedroom and he has a shirt in his hands
  • and he’s quietly like “y/n i made this for you can you try it on?”
  • and you take it and somehow wrestle it onto your body
  • you don’t even know whats on it. you just look at him and tell him it fits
  • and he’s like “go look in the mirror and tell me if you like it”
  • and when you go to the bathroom and look in the mirror it says “will you marry me?” in big sparkly pink font
  • when you go back out hes wearing… a MATCHING SHIRT…
  • and he’s already down on one knee and you approach him
  • and he hits you with the pick up line he said when you first met
  • and you BURST into laughter
  • once you’ve calmed down he’s like “in all seriousness y/n… will you marry me?”
  • and when you say yes, he j u mp s up and tackles you onto the couch
  • (like it actually slightly hurt a little bit) 
  • and he’s very apologetic
  • and to make it up to you he starts kissing you everywhere he can reach
  • (he made the shirt very revealing… for a reason)

angelica

  • its going to be big.
  • its going to be very big because she has to live up to her own high standards that she and everyone else has set for herself
  • so she takes you to a really busy tourist destination
  • that you’ve probably been to a million times
  • and you’re like “ok nice can we go now angelica”
  • and she’s like hang on… i’m waiting for something
  • and when you’re probably starting to get really annoyed because you’ve been there for the longest time
  • music starts playing that wasn’t playing before
  • and its your favourite love song
  • (whatever genre, whatever artist, your favourite song is playing)
  • and you’re like wow angelica this is really funny huh? its my favourite song
  • and she gulps, really loudly, and takes you by the hands
  • and sits you down in a chair in the MIDDLE OF THE BUSY PART OF THE TOURIST DESTINATION THAT WASN’T THERE BEFORE
  • and peggy and eliza emerge from the crowd
  • and, for you, they sing the rest of your favourite love song with beautiful harmony and really cute and simple dance moves
  • and by the end everyone around you is clapping and you’re clapping but still you’re…. probably confused because… why did she serenade you in public
  • and angelica gets down on one knee
  • and she asks you to marry her in the most simple phrase
  • just straight up. “Will you marry me”
  • you stand up and nod
  • and when you say yes everyone EXPLODES
  • and everyone is cheering and clapping and she kisses you and you’re both laughing
  • (”was it good y/n” “yes angelica” “are you sure cuz if it wasn’t good then i can redo it” “angelica it was great” “are you satisfied” “ye s”)

eliza

  • the two of you are out for coffee and you both are having a good time
  • laughing and typing away at your laptops or doing work
  • and eliza excuses herself to go to the bathroom
  • and so you’re texting on your phone waiting for her to come back
  • when one of the baristas calls your name even though you didnt order another drink
  • but you go over and retrieve the cup that is apparently yours
  • and try to take a sip from it because like… free drink hell yeah
  • but theres…. nothing inside but this little hollow noise???
  • so with an eyebrow raised, you take off the lid, and there’s this… beautiful ring at the very bottom.
  • like, it probably shouldn’t be there because if someone got the wrong cup, they would not return it
  • you know the ring is for you and that it’s from eliza but you… can’t see her? 
  • even the barista seems confused?
  • and then she shyly emerges from the bathroom and is like “DO YOU LIKE IT Y/N” across the entire cafe
  • and you’re like… “yes eliza i love it”
  • and so she runs on over and takes the cup from your hands and pulls the ring out
  • and she doesnt get down on one knee but she does help you sit up on the counter top
  • and she’s like “you know what i love? you”
  • and then she proposes. and she’s blushy and really flushed and has the goofiest, sweetest smile suspended on her face and she talks about how helpless you make her feel 
  • and when you say yes, she does this lil dance and picks you up by the waist and spins you around
  • and then she realizes she can’t carry you because she is smol!!! so you climb down
  • and she slips the ring onto your finger and kisses you and she tastes like hot chocolate
  • and its… amazing

thomas

  • he just got back from a really long business trip
  • and hes been away for weeks
  • and when you go to pick him up at the airport
  • hes sweaty, and his hair is kind of flat, and he looks more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him
  • but he still looks so happy to see you
  • and when you guys are hugging, he whispers “what’d i miss” into your ear
  • (which is an ongoing joke between the two of you)
  • and you whisper “you missed me” in return
  • and you feel his smirk grow against your cheek
  • but when you finally pull away after about ten years of hugging
  • hes not smiling and he says, very seriously, “i never want to have to miss you that much ever again”
  • and he gets down on one knee and opens a small pocket of his suitcase
  • and pulls out a ring.
  • and he says this big long speech about how much he loves you
  • and how much he missed you
  • and every little thing about you he loves
  • (and backs it up with evidence)
  • eventually, he’s almost fallen asleep when he says, “will you marry me?”
  • and you get down so you’re level with him and you say “yes, thomas, i’ll marry you. now let’s go home”
  • (when he wakes up the next morning he double-checks to make sure you said yes)
  • (you say yes, you did say yes. “did you miss that thomas?”)

madison

  • lets face it.
  • this man probably wouldn’t go out of his way to propose
  • he loves you, of course, but you know that
  • and he knows that very much
  • and he doesnt feel the need to prove it to you with some big declaration?
  • (”i bet hamilton would do something lame like serenade you or read a poem, pssh”)
  • so you’re most likely in your bed just cuddling
  • and when you begin to pull away to get water or get changed, he looks over and just goes
  • “marry me?”
  • and you fall back into bed and tell him that you’d love to.
  • (he doesnt have the ring yet)
  • (he promises he will take you shopping when he’s not working)
  • (he works a lot)
  • (it will take a very long time to get your ring)
  • (he also doesnt want to go out when hes sick cuz he doesnt wanna cough all over really expensive rings)
  • (he apologizes profusely)
  • (tell him you love him anyway)
  • (and kiss him)

aaron

  • he is very shy
  • and has been carrying around the ring for months.
  • literally. months.
  • (he’s afraid you’re going to say no)
  • (like, very afraid you’re going to say no)
  • (he doesn’t put himself out like this a lot)
  • and hes also been waiting for the perfect moment!!
  • so one day you’re in a bookstore you both like
  • and amidst the stacks of books and paper
  • he gets down one on knee and is biting his lip because hes so nervous…
  • but he does it anyway!!! because he loves you!!! and really wants to marry you!!!
  • he wants it more than anything in his life!!!
  • he has a really!!! really cute and cliche speech about how much he loves you
  • talks about how beautiful you are every ten words
  • explains to you that you are the best thing in his life and never wants to lose you!!! but stutters his way through it
  • wants to put the ring on your finger while hes kneeling and… kisses your ring finger oh gosh…
  • he may… stay on the ground……. ???
  • (he wants you to either meet him on the ground or pull him up)
  • (pull him up by the collar and kiss him. he will smile so wide after)
  • (he might ask you later if it was romantic enough. tell him yes.)
With the Beatles explained
  • It Won't Be Long: proof that John would be happier if he were dating me (and not dead)
  • All I've Got to Do: 1963, second song on With the Beatles, nonfiction--all Lennon needed to do was whisper in someone's ear.
  • All My Loving: my dad loves this song
  • Don't Bother Me: George keeps saying he'll let me know when she's come home... as if I'm not flirting with him right now...
  • Little Child: I have fond memories of skipping this song (so why do I know all the words)
  • Till There Was You: what people sing when they hear the Beatles for the first time
  • Please Mr. Postman: 1963, seventh song on With the Beatles, fiction--all Lennon needed to do was, "call [her] on the phone, and [she'll] come running home." (citation: "All I've Got to Do", Lennon-McCartney)
  • Roll Over Beethoven: jammin', but inherently flawed because Beethoven was a rocker
  • You Really Got A Hold On Me: what people sing when they hear the Beatles for the second time
  • I Wanna Be Your Man: that's what literally everyone wants
  • Devil in Her Heart: George gets 3 songs on this album and he doesn't get that much love again until Revolver, 5 albums after this one
  • Not A Second Time: finding out Paul had another band after the Beatles
  • Money (That's What I Want): that's what he wants
  • cover art: The Beatles' heads get progressively smaller...

listen. dr grey is autistic and her special interests are alien tech and surgery…..its why she gets really excited about them, info dumps about them, n knows a Lot abt them in general………its also why she can sometimes be ””creepy”” and weird, bc she doesnt read social cues well……….Listen

Without you.

Hii, Here is part 2 to ‘Give me a Break.“ I got so many great responses to it and I cant thank you enough. I hope you enjoy it.xxx

During the first week without him Y/N was alright. She busied herself with working and cleaning up the house and doing everything to take her mind off the fact that something was missing.
Or someone.

During the first week without her Harry was heartbroken. Just like every time he was away from her. It was worse this time though. He didn’t talk to her. And he had no idea where they were standing right now.
And he missed her.

During the second week without him it finally sunk in that he wasn’t there. Y/N finally realized what ‘taking a break’ really meant. It meant radio silence. Nothing. Nothing but her mind wandering to him and what happened. And how everything was so messed up.
And that was when she understood Harry’s doubts.

During the second week without her he got used to the empty feeling inside his heart. He got used to the sleepless nights and mornings filled with tears. He didn’t eat properly anymore. He hadn’t smiled ever since he left her standing in their foyer. He felt like he wasn’t able to breath. Like his lungs would collapse anytime.

When the day of his departure finally came he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to see her before he left for two weeks. He wanted a good luck kiss from her or else he was sure he would mess up SNL.
But when his finger hovered over the call button he hesitated. What if she didn’t want to talk to him? What if she didn’t want to see him?
He was scared.
No, terrified.
But he had to talk to her. He couldn’t take another second without hearing her voice.
So he took a deep breath and called her. And he waited. And waited. With ever beep his heart sunk lower and lower. Until finally it shattered when a female voice told him he could leave a message.
He tossed the phone onto the bed and gasped for air. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his cheeks. Whimpers and silent sobs wrecked his body.
This can’t be happening.
She can’t be serious.
And again he began to doubt everything.

Two hours later his phone rang. When he saw her photo on his screen he closed his eyes for a second before he lifted his phone to his ear.
“Hello?”
“Harry, oh my goodness. I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up earlier but I took a nap and I didn’t hear my phone ringing. I’m sorry. Please tell me you didn’t leave yet.”
His eyes closed again when he finally heard her voice again.
“I haven’t.”
“Alright. Okay. Then I’ll come over. You want me to come over, right? Or maybe you just called to let me know you’re leaving and you don’t even want to see me. God, I want to see you, Harry. Or even worse you called to-”
“Love. I want to see you. Or course I do.” he chuckled quietly.
“You do?”
“More than anything.”
“You don’t hate me?”
“I told you I could never hate you.”
“Okay. That’s good, because I don’t hate you either. I actually love you and-” she stopped talking abruptly.
“And?”
“And I’m rambling.” she sighed out.
Harry chuckled and for the first time in weeks he smiled again. Because of her. Because she made him smile during the worst times.
“You want to come over now?”
“Yes. Of course. I’ll be twenty minutes tops. See you!”
“Drive safely.”
And with that they hung up.
He noticed that his hands were shaking and his face was burning up. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes until he saw her again. God, he missed her.
He went into the bathroom and studied himself in the mirror. He had a bit of peach fuzz going on above his lips and around his jawline but he knew she liked that. His hair was messy but not too messy. He filled his hands with cold water and spritzt it onto his face to make sure he looked a bit more fresh.
He was wearing the yellow and black pullover from Gucci which Y/N absolutely loved. His legs were covered by black skinny jeans like always. On his fingers sat all the rings Y/N loved.
And she loved him.

Y/N was shaking too when she placed her phone down, her breathing heavier than usual.
She went into the bathroom to check her appearance. Her hair was straightened and framing her face nicely. Her makeup was natural but complimented every feature perfectly. She was wearing a dark blue V-neck pullover and around her neck she wore the golden necklace Harry gave her on their one year anniversary. Her legs were covered by blue ripped jeans and she knew Harry loved them.
But did he lover her?

When she finally arrived at Gemma’s house she was more nervous than ever. She didn’t know what would happen now. If she would only walk in, wish him good luck and then leave again. The worst was that she didn’t have a lot of time. Only an hour before she would have to leave in order to be on time for her dinner plans.
She took a deep breath before she got out of her car and made her way to the front door. She lifted her shaking hand and rung the doorbell. A few seconds later she heard footsteps making their way to the door. And then he opened it.
And he stood there in all his glory, looking even more handsome than ever. A soft smile grazed his lips and she heard him release the breath he was holding.
“Hello, lo-”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Y/N threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tightly. She heard his surprised gasp and prayed he wouldn’t push her away, but he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He only pulled her closer and nuzzled his face into her neck.
She smelled his familiar scent and tears sprung to her eyes immediately. His pillow lost his scent long ago and she missed it.
She smelled just like he remembered as well. Fresh and girly and so like home.
They stood like that for a few moments before Y/N pulled away and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Sorry, didn’t mean to jump on you like that. Just really missed you.”
Harry closed the door behind her and took hold of one of her hands.
“I missed you, too.”
Their eyes met and they both felt their hearts breaking all over again when they saw each others sadness.
Harry wrapped her in a tight hug again, his hands rubbing over her back in the way he knew she liked.
“You look very beautiful, my love.” he whispered into her neck.
“You look very handsome as well, Harry.” she replied and pulled back a bit so she could look at him.
Harry reached up to cup her cheek and stroked over her cheek gently.
“I cooked dinner. My legendary chicken that you love so much.” he smiled softly.
“I’d love to stay for dinner, but I can’t. I already made plans with someone.”
Y/N watched with horror as Harry’s face fell immediately and his hand dropped from her cheek. He took a step back and scratched his head awkwardly.
“A-Alright. Uhm, well-”
“Harry? Did I say something wrong?” she panicked, her hand reaching out for him but he took another step back.
“No. Everything’s okay.”
“Is… Is it because I said I made plans with someone?”
He looked at the floor, his fingers nervously playing with his rings. She sighed and shook her head.
“I made plans with someone new from work. His name is Tim and he needs some information and we thought it would be nice to do all that stuff over dinner.”
His eyes closed briefly when he heard his name.
Tim.
Y/N sighed again, closed the gap between them and threaded her fingers through his.
“This is a business dinner, Harry. Not a date. I don’t go on dates with anyone but if I would want to I’d only go with you. Tim is nice and we get along and he needs a bit of help. That’s all.”
“Do you like him?”
“I don’t know him so there’s nothing to like or dislike.”
“Do you want to get to know him?”
“Harry!” she exclaimed frustrated.
“What?!”
“I told you it’s a business dinner. You have nothing to worry about, alright? Believe me, I would love to stay here and eat dinner with you. But I don’t think that’s exactly what we should do during our break and I can’t just ditch Tim.”
His eyes snapped to hers and his brows furrowed.
“You think we can’t spend a evening together just because we’re on a break?”
Her eyes closed briefly and she sighed. She looked up at him again and lifted the hand that wasn’t holding his to his cheek.
“We said we needed space, remember? I don’t want to mess anything up just because we’re desperately missing each other.”
You said we needed space, not me.” Harry mumbled.
“Harry.” she all but pleaded and Harry sighed and nodded.
“So you don’t have that much time, hm?”
“No.”
“Well, at least you came. Wasn’t sure you’d want to.”
“Of course I wanted to. I missed you like crazy.”
The both stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Harry sighed and leaned his forehead against hers.
“What are we doing, love?” he asked in a whisper.
“Let’s not talk about it now, yeah? We’ll do that when you’re back and we’ll have time.”
“Okay.”
Y/N reached her arms up again and wrapped them around his neck, pressing a tiny kiss right behind his ear.
“I’m scared, H.”
“Me too, love.”
They pulled back and both sighed.
“I think it’s better when I’ll leave now.” she whispered after a few seconds.
Harry wanted to shake his head and hold her so she couldn’t leave. He wanted her to stay with him and not go out with another man. She was his after all.
But he nodded anyway. Because it was for the better.
“Promise me to take care, yeah? And don’t go out without at least one bodyguard, you know how crazy the fans in New York are.”
“I promise.” he smiled weakly.
“And promise not to forget about me.” she whimpered and Harry was shocked to see tears falling from her eyes.
“Love, I could never forget about you. I love you so much.”
And now they were both crying.
“I love you too.”
“God, we never cry this much when I have to leave.” Harry chuckled.
Y/N giggled softly wiped her constantly falling tears away.
“You can still call me anytime you need to, okay? I’m never too busy and I don’t care about time zones.”
“Same goes to you.” she nodded.
“Can I get a good luck kiss? Or else I think I’ll mess up.”
She laughed softly and leaned up to press her lips to his. Harry moaned quietly at the contact and pulled her closer. She melted against him like she always does and opened her mouth so Harry could deepen the kiss, but only for a moment before he pulled away to breath. He held her in place with his hand in her hair so she wouldn’t pull away and pressed countless soft kisses against her mouth. He wasn’t ready to let go yet.
“Harry…”
“I’m gonna…”
“Be late.” she finally finished with a laugh when she pulled away enough that his lips didn’t touch hers anymore.
“Don’t care. That Tom guy can wait.”
“Tim.”
“Even if his name was Gustav, Rudolph or Theodor I wouldn’t care.”
Y/N kissed him through her smile and pulled him closer. She wasn’t ready to let go either.
“I really have to go now.”
He sighed, nodded and kissed her again.
“You’ll kick ass in New York, alright?”
He chuckled and nodded.
“I’ll try.”
They kissed again and again until she really had to leave or else she would definitely make Tim wait.
“You know that I love you, right?” he asked just before she exited the house.
“I do. I love you, too. We’ll get through this.” she smiled at him.
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise.” she nodded and slung her pinky around his.
“Bye.” he whispered.
“Bye. And let me know when you’ve landed, yeah?”
“I will.”
And after another kiss she left the house.

She made it to the restaurant right on time but Tim was sitting at the table already. She made her way through the room until she reached him and he stood up when he saw her.
“Hey.” he breathed and kissed her cheek.
“Hi, I’m sorry you had to wait. And I’m sorry that my outfit is so casual but I was a bit distracted earlier.” she blushed.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” she nodded and sat down on her chair.

She made it through dinner without thinking about Harry every second. She was actually able to let go for a bit and enjoy it. Tim was fun and made her laugh a lot which she really needed for a change.
She decided that she liked him, he worked hard and was very interested in all the things she brought for him and he was also relaxed and cool. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t find him attractive.
If she didn’t knew Harry, she thought, she might go out with him again. But she knew Harry, and was his girlfriend. And she knew that no one could ever compare.
When they left the restaurant Tim insisted to walk her to her car just to know she was safe. The still laughed and giggled and the atmosphere around them was light.
“I really enjoyed dinner with you, I really needed some fun.” she smiled at him when they reached her car.
“Anytime.”
And something about the was he looked at her and smiled should have let her know that they weren’t on the same page.
He leaned in and Y/N thought he’ll only kiss her cheek but when she felt his lips brush hers her eyes widened.

I need to stop:
Cutting………..but it makes me numb
Starving……….but I look pretty
Hiding………….but I can’t speak
Everything hurts but that’s ok because I deserve it

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BODY ONCE TOLD ME

Got7 reaction to s/o having high pain tolerance.

Anonymous said:Got7 reaction to their s/o having a weirdly high pain tolerance please! (Like they can accidentally cut their finger while cooking and not really feel it or they can get hit by something really hard and hardly react)

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JB: You two are secretly dating, only the members know about the relationship. Let’s say your solo artist, and you were invited to be a co-host on weekly idol for the group Got7. A game was set up, you plus got7 participated, the loser had to get thumped on the forehead, by a chosen person to do the thumping. You lost and of course the boys picked JB to do the thumping. It was a very loud, hard thump, but you didn’t make a sound or flinch. Others: “That didn’t hurt? it sounded painful.” You: “Nah, If I wanted it to hurt, I could’ve thumped my self”

Originally posted by defsouljayb

Jinyoung: Both of you are playing around. Him: *Slightly shoves you* You: *Shoves back harder than him* Him: *Shoves back…too hard causing you to hit the wall* “Ah! I didn’t mean-” You: *laughs…..then SHOVE THE FUCK OUTTA HIM* Him: *GIF*

Originally posted by periwin5les

Jackson: It was you, him, and some friends playing a game of bowling. Your turn was up, when you went to reach for the ball, you dropped it on your foot. Like any normal ass person, he thought you were gonna shout out crying or cursing, but instead you just picked the ball back up and continued to bowl. Came back to sit down like…..a fucking heavy ass bowling ball ain’t just fall on yo foot.

Originally posted by hobiiismylove

Mark: He couldn’t open a jar up. It was tightly on and when he tried it hurt his fingers. You two were having a conversation, you started to get annoyed by his grunts of frustration from trying to open the jar, so you took it from him and just with one twist, it was open. You: *hands jar back* “Now, like I was saying” Him: “…….You know I opened most of it for you right?”

Originally posted by jordragon

Youngjae: You were cooking a meal from a cookbook and you thought you were doing everything so right. But your finished product did not come out right at all it looked like a piece of shit. You: “I don’t understand what I did wrong……….FUCK I FORGOT TO ADD MILK” *Bangs head on wall hard asf* Him: *GIF* what the fuck……..

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

Bambam: You and him played the warhead challenge, loser had to buy everyone dinner tonight. He couldn’t even go with 2 in his mouth, you already had 7 in yours, and was still getting more. He just gave up, he knew damn well playing with yo ass, he wasn’t getting anywhere.

Originally posted by jackseunie

Yugyeom: He can’t believe you just broke a thick ass piece of wood with your baby ass hands like it was nothing. If that don’t hurt you, he thought, then imagine the strength that comes with that high ass pain tolerance.

Originally posted by got7arrival

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Deaf Lance (Klangst?)

“I can’t understand him. What’s the point in trying to communicate?- He’s just going to get frustrated and then walk off!” Keith hissed. He was in the living room talking with Shiro.
Shiro exhaled sharply, “Keith- at least try to learn sign. You don’t know- you might find out that’s he’s quite interesting to talk to. I’m learning- we’re all learning. You can’t always just look to Hunk every time Lance signs something.”
  Keith crossed his arms over his chest, “Its hard to learn what he wants when he purposely covers his hands!”
  Shiro rubbed the back of his neck, “Just try understanding one another- ok?”

Keith sighed and he walked down the hall but surprised to see Lance standing there. The tan male had a face of annoyance, and a slight pout in the corner of his lips.
Keith started to walk past him but Lance put a hand on his shoulder. Lance opened his mouth and grunted softly. He then formed a fist and rubbed his chest, his expression softened.
Keith only stared, “Does that mean please or.. Sorry..?” He asked, those two signs always confused him. Lance sighed and he began to finger spell “S o r r y”.
  Keith exhaled sharply, “Sorry? For what? You did nothing. Nothing’s wrong.”
  Lance frowned and he shook his head, he knew he was lying. He knew something was up.

He pointed to himself and then formed a fist with his thumb out. He placed his fist under his chin, letting the thumb touch and then he pulled his fist forward. While doing this he shook his head. Lance then made a “V” and placed it on his forehead. His palm faced away from him.
  Keith rose a brow, “Not.. Idiot. Oh- no one said you were! W-wait maybe you can just write down your thoughts. That would help a lot with this conversation.”
Keith took out a small memo book from his back pocket and he took out a pen from the other. He handed both to Lance.

   Lance scoffed but began to write with haste, he handed it to Keith.
/ I know you were talking about me with Shiro. Hunk wouldn’t tell me exactly what you guys were talking about- but I’m pretty sure its about how I’m stupid right? Just because I’m deaf right? I’m not stupid. /

Keith wrote down his thoughts quickly and handed it back to Lance.
/We don’t think you’re stupid! Its just difficult to talk you. I’m not very good with sign and.. Yeah. But you are not stupid./

Lance wrote with lightening speed- obviously very upset. He jabbed the memo book at Keith to read.
/Then don’t treat me like I’m stupid! I know that I might not be able to hear or listen to music or conversations- but I still have feelings. /

Keith scribbled back and handed Lance the memo book back.
/Lance, please calm down. That’s not the problem. Its just you keep a lot of things to yourself. A lot. You don’t even bother trying to teach me sign or anything! /

The passing of the notes continued.

/Its because I think you hate me. And that you think I’m incapable of doing things by myself. Just like everyone else. I’m not a baby. I’m perfectly capable of living life. So what if I can’t hear the rain? That’s not effecting me or the way I live. I’m perfectly happy. /

Was Lance really happy?

/Are you? Hunk told me that you wanted a cochlear implant. He told me that you wanted to hear the birds twittering in the early morning. Or hear the sound of someone cooking bacon on a pan. /

Lance was now even more upset.

/Hunk?! Hunk told you this?! I told him to keep it a secret! No no no I don’t want a cochclear implant. No. I’m happy. Yes its frustrating when people don’t understand what I want but I’m not going to change myself just because someone won’t take the time to at least try to understand me. /

And that was final. Because Lance had stomped away. Frustrated. Just like Keith had said.

Across the Table

Just a short piece about dinner with the Charming’s from Killian’s perspective.


The first time he’s invited to dinner it’s an awkward feeling.

He’s never had to do this before; dine with the parents. He’s had dinner in the company of the Charmings before, sure, but this was under a whole different circumstance. Now he was joining them as Emma’s boyfriend, specifically for them to get to know him without the main topic being whatever villain they were facing.

No, the topic this time would be him, and it was completely unchartered waters.

He’d never been the subject of any lass’s affections as a lad; he’d been a slave on a merchant ship. Not exactly suitor material. And once he’d enrolled in the navy, his time was dedicated to being the best at his job; making something of himself for Liam to be proud of. There wasn’t time for courting.

Of course, once he’d turned to piracy, it was nothing but giggling barmaids, sneaking off with him in lure of his pretty face, or lonesome wenches chasing the thrill and danger of his profession.

And then Milah came along…

Killian had never been the type of man to take home to the family, which is why he was suddenly unsure of how to act.

He wanted to give a good impression. He wanted to show he was worthy of Emma and deserving of their acceptance, but he also refused to change who he was just for the sake of impressing them. He was stuck straddling a indecisive fence.

“Sorry about this.” Emma kept whispering to him, showing she was embarrassed and insisting that her mother was responsible for the event.

But Killian knew, although Emma wasn’t keen on her parents making a big spectacle, she was just as nervous as he. It was new for her too. She’d never brought someone home to meet her mother and father. She too wanted to make a good impression of herself.

It was that knowledge that had him determined to make it go well.

The night turned out a lot better than he’d expected. The awkward conversation had soon blossomed into stories of the Enchanted Forest. He’d found himself triggering fond memories for the couple with his recounts of past adventures.

He’d even managed to get David to laugh.

By the end of the night, Emma had a smile on her face, pride beaming from her that told him it was all worth it.

“We should do this again.” Snow announced, and the thought doesn’t have his blood running cold.

For once, he’s in agreement.


The third time he’s invited to dinner it’s bleak.

He’s not quite sure why he’s been invited over, not when the source of their association is currently shrouded in darkness and isolating herself across the other side of town.

But Snow insists on him being there.

It’s quiet. Small talk is seldom with each of them lost in their own turmoil, running the same questions through their heads. What did we do wrong? How did Emma fall so far? How do we get her back?

It warms him slightly to know that he’s still included; still welcome even with Emma’s absence. But it pains him even more that she’s absent in the first place.

Although they eat in peace and manage to find some comfort in each other’s company for the evening, it still feels like a failure.


The next dinner can only be described as bizarre.

There’s more people at the table this time, and they’re seated in an Underworld version of the loft, trapped and unable to get home, but it’s strangely pleasant.

He feels guilt.

Guilt that they’re in this predicament because of him; having to take on Hades himself because of him, but he can’t help finding comfort in knowing they did it because they feel he’s worth it.

He matters. He has a family; a place.

The underlying stress of the situation is overshadowed by their hope and reluctance to give in. They’re optimistic and determined to get back home and it rubs off on him. He shares smiles with Emma and holds her hand through it because it may not be an ideal situation, but they’re together.

And they will get back home.

Together.


Their last dinner would be marked down as his favourite.

It was the five of them once again- six if you count the littlest Prince, but it was different in so many ways.

They were no longer crammed into the loft.

This time, it was their home playing host.

His and Emma’s.

Their newly developed status is exciting and they find themselves thoroughly enjoying every moment. Both hesitant yet eager to prepare the meal together because it’s new and adventurous; not knowing who should be in charge of what, just knowing that they want it.

The charming’s being their guests, welcomed into their kitchen, sitting at their table. Killian can’t keep the smile off his face the entire night. He doesn’t remember feeling so at ease.

He pours the wine that night, he laughs the loudest, he doesn’t hold back from stretching across his seat to place a kiss on Emma’s cheek. He’s offering the dessert this time, Snow as asking if there’s anything they can do to help, David is thanking him for a great evening- It feels magnificent.

And she’s glowing with happiness too. They all are.

It was home.

It was how family is meant to be; how it should feel.


He can’t help but think about what the next dinner will be like.

Will it be back to short uncomfortable conversation with growing silence? Will he be able to share stories with them again after knowing what he’s done in the past?

Will it be on his and Emma’s wedding day? Surrounded by decorations and congratulations as they toast to good health and a happy life?

Killian is unsure of the reception he’ll receive the next time their family dinner comes around, but he knows for damn sure he needs to get off this submarine and back to Storybrooke to find out.

For Me

Alternate End

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You wanted to go on one final date before finally letting him go.

Word Count: 2926

Originally posted by nelliel66

He looked at you, looked at your radiance, looked at your beaming smile as he complimented your cooking. He looked at you with caring and loving eyes, just not the kind of love that you had thought. He didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at you now he felt guilty for keeping you at his side when you could be out there looking for someone who could truly love you. 

You looked at him, looked at his tired eyes, looked at his forced smile as he complimented your cooking. You looked at him with caring and loving eyes, the kind of love that you wanted him to have. You didn’t know when he fell out of love for you, but looking at him now you felt like you didn’t want to let him go even if he didn’t truly love you.

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the signs having dinner
  • Cancer: serves everyone
  • Capricorn: "Bon appétit!"
  • Aries: holds in laugh
  • Scorpio: smirks and looks at Gemini
  • Gemini: "BONE APPLE TEA"
  • Taurus: "BOB ATE THE MEAT"
  • Libra: "BONE SMACK THE TEETH"
  • Capricorn: "What did I do to deserve this?"
  • Leo: "BOB ATE THE MEAT"
  • Taurus: "I just said tha-"
  • Aries: "BOY SNIFF THE QUEEF"
  • Pisces: tries to speak but gets interrupted by Sagittarius
  • Sagittarius: "BONG ASSHOLE SNEEZE"
  • Cancer: "Everyone, please! We're just trying to have a nice dinner.... "
  • *silence*
  • Capricorn: "Thank you"
  • Cancer: "Who am I kidding... MOM I HAVE FLEAS."
  • Capricorn: bangs head on table
  • Pisces: giggles
  • Pisces: "Guys I have a good one.. Toe-"
  • Aquarius: "BOB SAGET'S TEETH"
  • Virgo: "BUM SNIFF YA FEET"
  • Pisces: thinks to self 'toe tap a flea'
  • Scorpio: "FIND MY DEAD NIECE"
  • *silence*
  • The rest of the signs: look at scorpio
  • Scorpio: "Did I do something wrong?"
  • The rest of the signs: shake head in disbelief and start eating
  • Pisces: whispers "Toe tap a flea"
Jughead Jones X Plus Sized!Reader

Anonymous said:

plus size reader x jughead

Originally posted by riverdalesource

I did a head canon set-up for this one, I hope that’s okay! This might be slightly triggering, maybe?

  • You and Jughead started out as friends
  • You had been best friends since 1st grade, when you painted on each others faces.
  • “Look! It’s a butterfly!”
  • “Awesome! Thanks Y/N.”
  • You giggled, “You’re welcome Juggie.”
  • You hung out to together all through grade school but when middle school came around you started to distance yourself from him.
  • You had started to notice that most of the girls in your grade were much more skinny than you.
  • “Hey Y/N! My dad is taking me to Pop’s after school with Jellybean! You wanna join us?”
  • “I can’t, but maybe next time.”
  • Jughead wasn’t blind, even in middle school.
  • He’d been your best friend for so long, there was no hiding from him.
  • He worried so much about you that in 7th grade he begged his teacher to switch his classes around so he would have the same lunch period as you.
  • The teacher didn’t change it, so whenever he could, Jughead would hang out with you.
  • He started walking home with you after school.
  • “What’s wrong Y/N?”
  • “Nothing Juggie, sorry we haven’t hung out a lot.”
  • “We’ll just hang out over summer!”
  • And you did.
  • Jughead often slept over at your house, because around this time his dad was starting to struggle.
  • During that summer, you felt happy. You forgot about your bad self-image and enjoyed time with Jughead.
  • But by the time you finished 8th grade year, your problem had come back to roost.
  • You were never able to hang out with Jughead because you were either too busy trying to exercise or just weren’t in the mood to face other people.
  • Jughead would see you in the halls and feel something in him break.
  • You always looked so sad.
  • The summer before Freshman year started, your family planned a trip to a water park.
  • They had also extended an invitation to Jughead, hoping your spirits would lift.
  • No one knew exactly why you were down all the time. You didn’t dare tell anyone it was because of the way you looked.
  • You knew you’d hear the same old “nonsense, you look great!” or “Are you kidding me? You’re so pretty.” from your family.
  • You hated it. They openly would lie to you.
  • When the day of the trip came you put on your swimsuit and started to cry in front of the mirror.
  • Little did you know that Jughead arrived at your house, and was looking for you.
  • He heard you crying in the bathroom and knocked quietly on the door.
  • “Y/N, are you okay?”
  • All he heard was sniffles on the other end.
  • “I’m going to come in okay?”
  • You were too upset to stop him, you just reached for a towel to cover your ugly body with.
  • Jughead opened the door, and upon seeing you crying on the floor, he shut the door behind him.
  • He knelt on the ground before you, his swim trunks folding over his knees as he did.
  • “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
  • You just shook your head in response and Jughead sat next to you.
  • “You need to tell me, Y/N. I can’t help if you don’t.”
  • You sniffled, looking at the floor beneath your feet, “I’m fat.”
  • “Y/N, that doesn’t make you unlovable. You’re beautiful, no matter what.”
  • You turned and glared at him, “I am, please don’t lie to me.”
  • “But I’m not,” he said, moving so he was in front of you again, “you’re beautiful.”
  • He reached out a careful hand to brush some hair out of your face.
  • A blush crept onto your cheeks at his action, and he smiled.
  • “See? You’re adorable,” you let out a small laugh.
  • “I’m not like the other girls, pretty and thin and-”
  • “If you were, you wouldn’t be you.” He said, staring into your eyes.
  • “If you lose weight or not, you’re perfect to me. You should be perfect to you too.” He said with pink tinted cheeks, “you’re gorgeous Y/N.”
  • You gave him a smile and he stood up, holding his hand out to you.
  • “Let’s go swim okay? If you don’t feel comfortable you can wear one of my shirts over your suit.”
  • You took his hand, and that was your first step towards happiness.
  • Freshman year went by in a flash.
  • You spent most of it with Jughead, hanging out at your place or at the Twilight Drive In.
  • You would openly talk about your self-image with him, and he’d do his best to convince you that you’re beyond amazing.
  • Which you are, you’re beyond amazing.
  • Jughead finally opened up himself, and told you about his dad.
  • You offered him a place at your house, hoping he would take it.
  • He didn’t, “I’m staying at the Drive In for now, I’ll be okay.”
  • “You can at least use my shower whenever you need it.”
  • He laughed, “is that your way of saying I smell?”
  • “No, Juggie, you smell great.”
  • Your hardships only strengthen your friendship, because you shared them with one another.
  • You started to grow more confident, little by little.
  • You would look in the mirror and see yourself, not something you hated.
  • You wore the clothes you wanted and didn’t care about the looks you’d get in the halls.
  • Jughead would look too, because you were breathtaking. The air of confidence that surrounded you made him really happy, something he hadn’t felt since his dad joined the Serpents.
  • His feelings for you grew, as fast as your love for yourself.
  • At points Jughead had his own cases of self doubt.
  • You’d become so independent and strong, why would someone like you want someone like him?
  • He didn’t make a move, so you just remained best friends.
  • Until you asked him if he wanted to go to Jason’s memorial dance.
  • You were sitting in a booth at Pop’s, which had become your normal hang out spot right after school.
  • You’d normally help him out with his novel, but you had other objectives this time.
  • You asked him, and he just stared at you in shock.
  • He didn’t know what to say, not really; but he did know he wanted to.
  • “I was just wondering Juggie, you don’t have to stare like that.”
  • “No, no, sorry. I’ll go with you.”
  • “Really?”
  • “I’d be crazy not to,” you smiled at him.
  • “The fact your willing to go to a school dance is surprising in itself!”
  • He smiled softly, “if anyone else had asked I would’ve said no.”
  • You felt a blush crept onto your cheeks and you wondered if Jughead felt the same way about you as you felt about him.
  • You found your favorite and most fancy outfit in your closet, mentally preparing for the dance the next day.
  • Prior to the dance, you and Jughead agreed you’d met there; but as you looked around the gym, you didn’t see him.
  • You walked over to lean against the wall when you felt someone grab your hand.
  • You turned around and was met with Jughead’s green eyes.
  • “Hey,” you whispered, and you took in his attire
  • He was wearing a nice dress shirt, black jeans and shoes that, surprisingly, weren’t sneakers.
  • And his hat, of course
  • “You look great,” you said and he half-smiled.
  • “Have you looked at yourself?” he asked and your heart sank for a moment.
  • “If I look great, you look godly,” you smiled at him.
  • For most of the dance, you and Jughead just talked about everyone else.
  • He poked fun at the couples that were separated by teachers who didn’t want to watch them make out.
  • A somewhat slow song came on, and Jughead watched as you observed the couples that made their way to the dance floor.
  • He nervously got up, extending his hand to you. You smiled and took it, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time your held his hand.
  • You both made your way to the dance floor, swaying quietly to the music.
  • “Thank you,” you whispered, feeling tears swell in your eyes.
  • “For what?” He asked, his tone was concerned when he noticed your unfallen tears.
  • “For everything,” you said, “if it wasn’t for you, who knows where I’d be right now. Probably not here. Not with you.”
  • His heart broke a little at your words, even more when he saw your tears fall.
  • “You’re here right now, and you’re beautiful,” he whispered back, “your shape doesn’t matter. What’s inside, now that’s what matters. It’s what I fell in love with.”
  • You almost didn’t catch those last words, but when you did, you met his gaze.
  • He gave you a weak smile, “surprise.”
  • You smiled, “I fell in love with you too.”
  • He leaned his forehead against yours, “why? I don’t deserve you.”
  • “You’re perfect to me,” you murmured, and he smiled. It’s what he had said the day he found you crying in your bathroom.
  • Since the dance, you and Jughead became an official item.
  • Where one went, the other followed.
  • Nothing really changed otherwise, except now there was kissing. Lots of kisses.
  • Jughead isn’t one for PDA, but when it come down to it, if he wants to kiss you he will. If people are around and staring, so be it.
  • He wants to kiss you a lot!
  • He’d greet you with a “hello beautiful,” every morning at school so you started out the day happy.
  • If you were having one of your bad days, he’d never leave your side.
  • You often didn’t talk to anyone, including him, when you had your bad days.
  • Sometimes he’d buy you a flower, your favorite flower, and then you’d get mad at him for spending what little money he had, on you.
  • “Juggie, don’t buy me things! You-”
  • “Have enough money to get by. I always do.”
  • You’d accept the flower, and he’d sneak in a kiss.
  • You’d always text him good-night messages, knowing that he got lonely in the Drive-In.
  • Over the weekend, you’d sleep over there, watching old movies and cuddling with Jughead.
  • “I love you,” he’d whisper.
  • “I love you too, Juggie.”
  • You remained to be the others rock when it came to emotional issues.
  • You were quite literally, dating your best friend.
  • And you loved every minute of it, as does he.
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To Forgive or not to Forgive

Anon: Could you do a valentine’s day imagine with Bucky? Something with him apologizing to the reader + making it up to them? Thanksss 

A/n: I didn’t know what he was apologizing for, so I made it up. Also the story kind of got away from me so i hope you still enjoy it :D 

Words: 900-ish


You walked past the receptionist but she stopped you, “Umm (y/n), you have two messages, both from Mr. Bucky Barnes. He says he’s-”

“Delete them.” You kept walking to your desk. Your eyes glancing over the hard-working SHEILD agents. Everyone was buzzing about, running from one desk to another, yelling across the room to get information. They were all in charge of their little world, but what you were upset about is that you couldn’t even have the right to control your own world without Bucky stepping in and making decisions for you.

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seeing blatant ableism in supposedly progressive circles make me feel sick and unwelcome. is it so hard to call out bigots without saying shit like “is something wrong with your head?” or “did you hit your head when you fell outta the womb?” and other equally revolting lines like those? is it so hard to call out bigots without trampling all over another marginalised community?

BTS Scenarios - Jealous of One of the Other Guys/You

Jin

Originally posted by softfluffytae


·        He tries not to show it.

·        But every time he sees you and Hoseok laughing and joking together, it makes him feel insecure.

·        He knows he shouldn’t be that way.

·        Hoseok is his friend and you, his girlfriend.

·        Jin understood that you and Hoseok had been friends for a lot longer than Hoseok had been in Bangtan.

·        But it didn’t stop him from wondering if you and Hoseok had ever felt for each other as more than friends.

·        And other people didn’t make it any easier.

·        From the guys making well-meaning, yet off-handed jokes about Hoseok stealing you from Jin.

·        To your family making comments about how they really like that Jung boy.

·        It didn’t help that you and Hoseok’s friendship was so flirty either.

·        The way you guys touched each other, the way you smiled at him.

·        It was different from how you treated Jin and he knew it.

·        You guys just had dinner with all of Bangtan and you and Jin were on your way home when his feelings overflowed and he just had to ask you.

·        “So… Did you and Hoseok ever date?”

·        You were stunned.

·        Sure, Hoseok was your best friend, but it was never more than that.

·        He was more like a brother than anything else to you.

·        “What?! Jin, no! What makes you think that?!”

·        Jin suddenly felt embarrassed.

·        He really hoped he hadn’t offended you. It wasn’t his intention.

·        “I don’t know… You two just seem so… perfect for each other. I thought…”

·        You couldn’t help but laugh.

·        You and Hoseok? Absolutely not!

·        “As far as I know, Hoseok has never seen me in that way and I know I’ve never seen him in that way either. We’re like family. That’s all.”

·        Jin sighed a little, relaxing his grip on the steering wheel.

·        “Oh thank goodness.”

·        You run your fingers through his hair and it seems to relax him more.

·        “Seokjin, what you and I have, it’s special to me. I would never sacrifice it for anyone.”

·        You lower your hand and he laces his fingers with yours, bringing them up for a kiss.

·        “I love you in a completely different way than I love Hoseok.”

·        Jin smiles to himself.

·        Hearing you say that is all the confirmation he needs to know he has nothing to worry about.

Namjoon

Originally posted by gravitaetion


·        You told him that he has no competition.

·        So, how come Namjoon felt like he did?

·        Every time you came over to the dorms, you were attached to Jin’s side.

·        Namjoon knew that you had both agreed to keep your relationship private because of his idol status and fans.

·        But the guys knew you were together.

·        No matter what Namjoon did to try to get your attention when you were around, you always stayed rooted next to Jin.

·        And it was familiar for you.

·        Seokjin was family.

·        You’d known him since you were old enough to speak.

·        In fact, if it weren’t for him, you and Namjoon wouldn’t have even gotten together.

·        Jin was the one who set you up.

·        Still, in Namjoon’s eyes, he believed something was up with you two.

·        He told himself over and over again that you would never hurt him like that.

·        That Jin would never hurt him like that.

·        But it was getting more difficult to believe that as each day passed.

·        Finally, when you came around to the dorms the last time and spent most of the time there hanging out and playing video games with Jin, Namjoon snapped.

·        When Jin got up to go to the bathroom, Namjoon pulled you into his room, careful not to close the door behind him too much.

·        When he saw the look of surprise on your face, he quickly defended himself.

·        “No, it’s not that. I just need to talk to you about something that’s upsetting me.”

·        You noticed that Namjoon looked defeated and started to get worried.

·        “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

·        He shook his head.

·        “No. I just need to know how you feel about Jin. Like how you really feel about him.”

·        You didn’t have feelings for Jin – at least not in that way.

·        “Uhh… Well, he’s my friend? I enjoy spending time with him? That’s about it.”

·        “So, then why is it that’s all you do when you come over here? How come you never want to spend time with me?”

·        Namjoon needed to know, but as he was saying the words, he felt terrible.

·        He sounded so selfish now that he was hearing himself saying the things he thought on a regular basis.

·        Selfish and childish and that was not like Namjoon at all.

·        “What I mean is that… everyone knows we’re together and this is the one place where we can act like it. So, why don’t we?”

·        You hadn’t thought of that before.

·        You were so engrossed into giving Namjoon his space that it never occurred to you that this was a safe zone for you both to show your affection and emotions towards one another.

·        You were using Jin as a safety net.

·        Spending time with what was familiar to you instead of spending it cultivating your relationship.

·        You stepped towards Namjoon, who looked dejected, and lifted his face so he was looking into your eyes.

·        “Hey… I love you, Namjoon. And I’m sorry I wasn’t using this time to show you just how much I do. From now on, I’ll make more of an effort to make you feel loved, OK?”

·        Namjoon smiled and wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

·        Through the crack in the door, you could see Jin looking in at you two.

·        He smiled and gave you thumbs up.

·        You were so lucky to have them both.

Yoongi

Originally posted by gravitaetion


·        Yoongi is not one to admit when he’s jealous of something someone else has.

·        To be quite honest, he wasn’t really sure why he was jealous.

·        You were his – you had made that abundantly clear.

·        But something was still tugging at the back of his mind every time you were together.

·        That something was your close friendship to Jimin.

·        He knew you both had danced together in many ballets before and that Jimin admired and respected you.

·        Yoongi also knew how much you admired Jimin as well.

·        Granted, it wasn’t Jimin’s bed you insisted on crawling into at the end of a long and crazy night.

·        But it was Jimin you spent most of your time with when you hung around with the group.

·        However, you and Jimin were not aware of how this made Yoongi feel.

·        In your minds, it was innocent – two dancers who like to spend time together to talk about their passion.

·        You were both starting to notice, however, the disdain that Yoongi was showing.

·        No matter how hard he tried to pretend he wasn’t judging the hell out of the both of you.

·        Every time you got excited and ran over to Jimin to say hi, Yoongi would roll his eyes or just lower them in a glare at the both of you.

·        It was starting to affect his work as well.

·        He hated being mean to any of the guys.

·        They were his best friends and a part of his family.

·        But this whole situation made him single out Jimin.

·        His insults were harsher and more direct and slipped out before he had time to catch them.

·        Everyone was starting to notice the tension – especially during dance practice.

·        After the last one finished, Yoongi stormed out, trying to collect himself.

·        “He’s your best friend. Your brother.” He thought angrily to himself, as he leaned against the wall trying to calm himself down.

·        “Get it together, Yoongi. He’s not trying to steal your girlfriend.”

·        He didn’t realize that he was saying all of this out loud or that you were standing right behind him listening to every word he said.

·        “Is that why you’re being so awful to Jimin lately?”

·        He jumped when he heard your voice and turned to look at you.

·        You stood with your arms crossed, scowling at the boy as the other guys looked on from behind you.

·        Jimin spoke up next.

·        “Yoongi-hyung, I would never do that to you!”

·        You chimed in.

·        “And neither would I.

·        Yoongi felt ashamed.

·        Ashamed that he let it get to a point where everyone was made aware of his frustrations.

·        “Then why do you guys act like you’re in love with the other all the time?”

·        You were insulted he would think that.

·        You never thought for a minute that you were acting like you loved Jimin, but you always showed Yoongi all the love in the world.

·        “You think that I’m in love with Jimin?”

·        He nodded, sheepishly.

·        You grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the group and into another room.

·        “Yoongi, I have never felt anything for Jimin other than friendship and admiration. I don’t want to be with him. I’ve always wanted to be with you.”

·        He started to melt a little until you spoke again, but harsher this time.

·        “But you’re acting like an idiot. And it’s not attractive. You need to stop being mean to Jimin and stop being jealous of our friendship! He’s not the one I dream of when I go to sleep – you are.”

·        Yoongi smiled at you, feeling a lot more relaxed now that you had clarified the situation for him.

·        He kissed your forehead softly.

·        “I apologize. It was very immature of me to behave the way I’ve been behaving. I promise, I’ll trust you and Jimin much better from here on out.”

·        You smiled back at him.

·        “I accept your apology, but it’s not me you should be apologizing to.”

·        He nodded knowingly – he knew he had to apologize to Jimin for his behavior.

·        You kissed him softly.

·        “Don’t be so scared of losing me. I’m not going anywhere. I love you, Min Yoongi.”

·        He kissed you back before making his way back to the group to talk to Jimin.

Hoseok

Originally posted by nycbtslover


·        Jealousy?

·        Hoseok didn’t know the meaning of the word!

·        He was almost always supportive of everyone around him in any situation, so long as it was a positive one.

·        But he learned that he did have a bit of a jealous side once he started dating you.

·        Not that he was possessive of you – of course, you were you own person with thoughts and feelings he couldn’t control.

·        But whenever there were other guys around, he was always keeping one eye on them to make sure they didn’t try anything inappropriate with you.

·        Typically, he trusted the other guys in Bangtan.

·        Most of them had their own girlfriends and the ones that didn’t kept to themselves and didn’t bother your relationship.

·        Or so it would seem.

·        Over time, you and Namjoon became really good friends.

·        He was always keeping you company in the dorms when you were waiting for Hoseok.

·        Not to mention, he was the biggest cheerleader of your relationship.

·        You didn’t consider your actions with Namjoon to be flirtatious.

·        But Hoseok did.

·        He found himself growing rigid when you and Namjoon would share an inside joke with one another that he wasn’t in on.

·        He winced every time you shared a hug with Namjoon.

·        And how you called him ‘your guy?’

·        What did that even mean?

·        Hoseok was supposed to be your guy!

·        You were beginning to notice a change in Hoseok’s behavior whenever you came to the dorms.

·        He was stiff – almost annoyed by your presence when Namjoon was around.

·        But if Namjoon was out or preoccupied, Hoseok was as loving as ever.

·        So, one day, you decided to question Hoseok about his bizarre antics.

·        “Hobi? What’s been bothering you lately?”

·        The question caught him off guard.

·        You two were cuddled up on the couch watching TV.

·        He didn’t think this was the appropriate time to have such a conversation.

·        “What do you mean?”

·        He asked, looking at you with the sweetest and most confused look you’d ever seen.

·        “You just seem so… annoyed? But you only seem like that when Namjoonie is around. Did he do or say something to you?”

·        Hoseok’s eyes widened in shock.

·        He didn’t think his actions were that obvious.

·        He didn’t even notice he was doing it, honestly.

·        He sat there searching for a response.

·        Finally, he settled for the truth.

·        “He didn’t do anything… It just seems to me like you’re more interested in spending time with him than you are with me.”

·        You were shocked.

·        You had never meant to make Hoseok feel like you didn’t want to be with him.

·        On the contrary, you spent 90% of your time with Namjoon talking about how in love with Hoseok you were.

·        You hugged Hoseok closely.

·        “You worry too much, Jung Hoseok. I’m yours. I don’t want anyone else, but you.”

·        Hoseok kissed the top of your head.

·        “But… don’t you feel that you and Namjoon would be a better couple than us sometimes?”

·        You gave him a look.

·        “If I felt that way, Hoseok, I’d have a hard time considering he is interested in someone else. That’s mostly what I’ve been doing with him. Trying to help him get to her.”

·        He couldn’t help, but laugh at his own stupidity.

·        He knew better than to think such things about his friends – let alone his own girlfriend.

·        He squeezed you tight.

·        “How’d I get so lucky to have someone as wonderful as you?”

·        You grinned to yourself.

·        “You are lucky, and don’t ever forget it!”

Taehyung

Originally posted by saikokpop


·        Taehyung had never had a girlfriend before.

·        So, maybe that’s why he was so protective of you.

·        Daily, he would remind himself how lucky he was that someone as beautiful and wonderful as you would be so in love with someone like him.

·        He tried so hard not to let insecurity get the best of him the way it had in the past.

·        But now, it was getting more difficult.

·        Now, you’re beginning to develop a close friendship with Yoongi.

·        Taehyung tries to tell himself that that’s all it is – friendship.

·        But he had to admit to himself that he’s never seen Yoongi this friendly with a girl before.

·        The whole thing even surprised you that the one member that people always said wasn’t very warm or friendly had taken a liking to you.

·        Taehyung felt like he couldn’t compete with Yoongi.

·        Yoongi was older than he was and more mature in many ways.

·        He had a brilliant mind and great work ethic.

·        Taehyung felt he was just a young child acting silly and refusing to grow up no matter how much time has passed.

·        And it didn’t help that no one really knew you were together because he was too afraid to tell the other guys that he was with someone.

·        Now the others had taken to teasing you and Yoongi about your ‘friendship’ and go as far as to try and set you two up together.

·        Deep down, though he didn’t acknowledge it, Yoongi knew you and Taehyung were together and he was happy that his friends were happy.

·        Taehyung, however, just saw all of the guys handing his girlfriend over to someone else.

·        One night, while everyone was out eating and relaxing, the guys wouldn’t stop teasing you and Yoongi over dinner about getting together.

·        “I don’t understand why he won’t date you!”

·        “You guys would be so cute together.”

·        “Oh, look, Yoongi’s blushing! I think he agrees!”

·        It was all Taehyung could take.

·        He jumped up from the table, excusing himself to go outside and get some fresh air.

·        Everyone at the table was in a stunned silence before Yoongi spoke.

·        “You better go follow him and see what’s wrong.”

·        You nodded, already knowing what the conversation was going to be.

·        You got up and followed Tae outside only to find him sitting on a bench with his head in his hands.

·        You sat beside him and touched his back lightly.

·        “Taehyungie… What’s wrong?”

·        He raised his head and you could see that he was crying.

·        You hated so much to see those tears.

·        When he spoke, his voice was strained and almost too low for you to hear against the street noise.

·        “It just never stops. They never stop saying how great you two are together. And it’s my fault…”

·        You were confused.

·        “What’s your fault?”

·        Taehyung finally looked at you.

·        “It’s my fault because I’m too scared to tell them that I’m with you. I’m too afraid that they’ll be angry with me for finding a girlfriend when they don’t have one.”

·        You shook your head.

·        “They’d never be angry with you. All they want is for everyone to be healthy and happy.”

·        Taehyung scoffed.

·        “It doesn’t matter. Soon, you’ll realize how mature and attractive Yoongi is and leave me to be with him. Then everyone will be happy and I’ll just go back to pretending I’m happy.”

·        Everything was starting to make sense to you.

·        “Taehyung… Are you… jealous of Min Yoongi and me?”

·        Tae bit his lip and nodded shyly, avoiding eye contact with you.

·        You laughed, eliciting a confused look from Taehyung.

·        “I would never-!”

·        You couldn’t stop laughing.

·        The very thought of you and Min Yoongi was enough to leave anyone doubled over in tears from laughter.

·        You finally composed yourself enough to speak.

·        “What Yoongi and I have is just a good friendship. He’s a great person, but I could never date him! We’re too opposite! Besides, I love my funny, little alien boy, Taehyungie!”

·        Taehyung gasped and you stopped in your tracks.

·        It was the first time you had ever said the word, ‘love’ to him.

·        Before you could correct yourself, Taehyung leaned in and kissed you softly.

·        You smiled into the kiss, your heart pounding in your ears.

·        He smiled back.

·        “I love you, too. Come on, let’s go inside. It’s time for me to tell everyone that you’re my girlfriend.”

·        He climbed to his feet and you followed suit taking his hand in yours.

·        You loved walking back over to the table to the sound of gasps from everyone around it.

Jimin

Originally posted by aestheticvbts


·        He knew better than to compete with the golden maknae.

·        Jungkook was good at everything and that included winning the admiration of everyone who encountered him.

·        Jimin’s girlfriend – you – were no exception to this rule.

·        Still, Jimin had an immense amount of trust in you to know that you wouldn’t fall for Jungkook.

·        So, imagine Jimin’s surprise when suddenly you were spending more time with him.

·        You and Jungkook had become exceptionally close, which was bizarre, considering that Jungkook had difficulty even being in the same room as other girls.

·        But to Jungkook, you were like a sister.

·        He was comfortable talking about things with you that he wasn’t sure he could tell the hyungs.

·        And you were slowly, but surely, breaking him out of his shell when it came to talking to girls.

·        Yes, in your eyes, Jungkook was the little brother you never had.

·        And in Jungkook’s eyes, you were the older sister he always wanted.

·        But in Jimin’s eyes, he only saw you and Jungkook getting closer and closer each passing day.

·        And that was enough to frighten the boy.

·        He found himself trying to be a part of everything the two of you did together.

·        Even if it was something Jimin wasn’t interested in.

·        As time went by, you and Jungkook could tell something was wrong with Jimin and you needed to find out what it was.

·        You sat down with Jimin one night after the group had begun winding down from a show.

·        “Jimin, I’ve noticed something about you recently.”

·        He looked up at you from the book he was reading, his perfect jawline clenching as he knew immediately what this conversation was going to be about.

·        “You seem to be upset with Jungkook and I. Why is that? Did we do something wrong?”

·        He shook his head, not really wanting to talk about this at the moment.

·        “Do you not want me to hang out with him anymore?”

·        Jimin groaned.

·        He knew you weren’t going to let up on the subject until you both talked it through.

·        He slammed the book shut angrily.

·        “I don’t feel like having this conversation right now.”

·        You got upset.

·        This was just like Jimin.

·        Whenever something was bothering him, he shut down and couldn’t explain why he felt that way.

·        But you didn’t want to sweep another fight under the rug.

·        You wanted to resolve this and move on so your relationship could get back on track.

·        “Jimin, you have to talk to me about this. We’ve gotta work this out.”

·        He didn’t want to hear it.

·        He didn’t want to admit that he was so freaking jealous of Jungkook’s relationship with you that it actually made him angry.

·        He kept telling himself that it was wrong – Jungkook was his friend and you, his girlfriend.

·        There was no way either of you would do anything to hurt him.

·        But still, he was worried because he knew how great Jungkook is.

·        He looked at you, staring at him intently, and softened a little.

·        He really did love you more than anything in the world and he didn’t want to lose you over his own strange sense of what was going on between you and Jungkook.

·        “Fine. I’m nervous. I’m afraid that you’re going to realize how great he is and walk away from me.”

·        He looked down sadly.

·        “I mean, I’d let you go if that’s what you wanted… I just want everyone to be happy, but I wanna be happy, too.”

·        You reached across the table and grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze.

·        “Are you happy with me, Jimin?”

·        He nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

·        You kissed his hand.

·        “I’m happy with you, too. Don’t worry yourself about Jungkook. Jungkook is my dearest, dearest friend, but that’s all he is. If I didn’t want you anymore, I would’ve been gone a long time ago.”

·        Jimin gave you a look.

·        “Are you sure?”

·        You nodded, smiling at him.

·        “I’m positive. I’m with you through thick and thin. I love you, Jimin.”

·        It was Jimin’s turn to kiss your hand.

·        He pressed his lips against your fingers, then brushed his cheek against your hand.

·        That was all he wanted to hear.

Jungkook

Originally posted by officialwookkibby


·        He can’t understand why he’s acting this way.

·        He finally manages to charm a girl enough to make her his girlfriend.

·        And instead, he spends most of his time nervously awaiting the day that she says it’s over.

·        Jungkook was crazy about you and that made him feel crazy.

·        He had spent so much of his time avoiding girls that now that he was with you, he didn’t know how to handle it.

·        To top it all off, he was dealing with serious history between you and Taehyung.

·        Like the fact that you had known each other your whole lives.

·        And the fact that one time, long ago, you and Taehyung both had crushes on one another.

·        It was a little fact that you both let slip one night while hanging out and drinking.

·        It was a little fact that Jungkook had a difficult time forgetting.

·        One that literally kept him awake at night.

·        But you figured it was no big deal.

·        Taehyung had since moved on and been with other girls.

·        And you were so happy and in love with Jungkook that the childhood feelings you’d had for Taehyung was just another story to tell over drinks at a bar.

·        Jungkook was fighting with history and it was a fight he truly believed he was destined to lose.

·        So, Jungkook did was he did best.

·        He closed himself off.

·        He went from being sweet and loving towards you to being cold and callous within just a few days after the alleged night at the bar.

·        It started to drive you crazy.

·        Every time you tried to kiss him, he seemed to lock himself up and shut down any part of his brain that showed you affection.

·        He stopped inviting you over to spend time with him.

·        You were starting to feel like you were losing him and you couldn’t stand it.

·        After a few days of little to no contact, you had to ask him for the truth so you text him.

·        “Jungkook, I need to know. Are we over?”

·        No answer for a while.

·        Maybe he’s busy, you thought to yourself.

·        You figured you’d write him a long text that he could read when he got the opportunity.

·        “I just wanted to know what was going on. You’ve been distant. You haven’t called or really even text me. I’m starting to think that you don’t like me anymore, which is sad because I was starting to fall in love with you, but if you aren’t interested in me anymore, I understand and respect your decision. I hope we can still be friends because I still really like you and I like spending time with you. Let me know.”

·        You went to hit send, but the text wouldn’t go through.

·        Cursing at your phone, you started twisting and turning, trying to get good reception to send the text.

·        Suddenly, your phone started ringing.

·        It was Taehyung.

·        You answered, but put it on speaker so you could continue trying to get signal to send the text.

·        “Hey! What are you up to today?”

·        You groaned as the text still said, ‘Sending Failed.’

·        “If you must know, Taehyung, I’m trying to get in touch with Jungkook. I want to know what’s going on between us.”

·        Tae’s voice perked up.

·        “Oh! He’s right here if you want to talk to him!”

·        He turned to Jungkook, who was playing a video game on his phone and pushed his phone towards him, but Jungkook just shook his head.

·        Over the phone, you could hear Jungkook saying no to Taehyung.

·        “Tae, put me on speakerphone. He needs to hear what I have to say.”

·        Taehyung looked at Jungkook who was still engrossed in his game before hitting the speaker button.

·        “OK. You’re on.”

·        You started to repeat your text to Jungkook over the phone.

·        “I just want to know what’s going on with us. You haven’t called or text me in days. I can’t even get you to talk to me over Taehyung’s phone and I feel like I deserve to know what’s going on.”

·        Jungkook sighed heavily, pausing his game to get up and leave the room when Taehyung snapped his fingers violently.

·        “Sit here and listen to what she has to say.”

·        Normally, Jungkook would just ignore what Taehyung was saying to him, but when he saw his face, he knew that Taehyung was serious about this.

·        He sat back down and placed his phone on the table to show he was listening to you.

·        “Anyways, I really hope that your distance from me isn’t because you’re no longer interested because… well, I was starting to fall in love with you.”

·        Taehyung and Jungkook’s eyes both widened as they looked at each other.

·        No one, aside from friends, family, and fangirls had ever told Jungkook they were in love with him.

·        It was something beyond his imagination.

·        Without thinking, he ripped the phone out of Taehyung’s hand and took it off of speaker.

·        “Did you just say you’re falling in love with me?”

·        You sat up, warmth pooling in your belly at the sound of his voice.

·        “Well, I mean, yes. I am, but if you’re not interested in me anymore, then I respect your decision and I wish you the best in life.”

·        Jungkook practically shouted into the phone.

·        “No! Sorry. I am… Still interested in you.”

·        You were surprised by that answer.

·        “Really? So, how come you’ve been so distant lately?”

·        Jungkook’s face turned red and he tried to avoid looking in Taehyung’s direction.

·        “Well, umm… It was because I thought that you and Taehyung still liked each other.”

·        Both you and Taehyung let out a groan simultaneously and Taehyung exclaimed.

·        “Come on, dude! Would I really do that to you?!

·        Jungkook shook his head sheepishly.

·        You jumped in on the conversation.

·        “Jungkook, what happened between Taehyung and I happened so long ago and it’s no longer important. Yes, he’s my best friend, but that’s all he is now. I care for you too much to ever do something that vile and disgusting to you.”

·        Jungkook sighed.

·        He could feel his insecurity and doubt melting away.

·        “It feels so good to know that for sure now.”

·        You chuckled.

·        “I know I’m your first… everything, but you can’t do that every time you have a concern, Jungkook. You can’t shut down and run away from me. Otherwise, we’ll never fix anything and just end up losing each other. And I don’t want to lose you.”

·        Jungkook smiled.

·        “I don’t want to lose you either.”

·        You smiled to yourself.

·        “Why don’t you come over and hang out if you’re not busy? I’d love to see you.”

·        Jungkook nodded in agreement.

·        “I’d love to see you, too. I’ll be there soon.”

·        He will never doubt either of you again.

Truth or Dare?

Request: Could you do a Bucky x reader where the avengers are playing truth or dare and the reader gets dared to give Bucky a lap dance since he’s never had one and the reader gets really embarrassed because she thinks he doesn’t like her since Bucky never really talks to her but he’s actually secretly in love with her?

Summary: Basically what the request its; you give Bucky a lap dance and you get embarrassed ;)

Warnings: Fluff and kinda angst ?

A/N: I love doing requests! Also, if I don’t get to yours right away it’s most likely because I’m busy with homework / I’m doing research for the request. I finished my homework for today so I have some free time hence why I’ve been basically bleeding these fanfictions. Enjoy!

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Tether

“Baze?”

“You shouldn’t be here now.” His voice still sounds small despite how deep it’s grown these last few years, despite the echo of the small prayer room. “We’re not to see each other.”

“Lucky thing is,” Chirrut says obstinately, flopping gracelessly down next to Baze, sprawled while the other kneels stiffly. Chirrut can tell by the odd resonance of his voice that his head is to the ground, penitent. Or sulking. “I can’t see anything, and as much as I’ve tried, you’re no exception.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Baze growls, sitting up to face the altar. He rubs a hand self-consciously over his newly shaved head. It feels wrong in a way he did not expect to still experience so strongly all these years after leaving his home. “If someone sees you in here with me, they’ll think the worst. Then we’ll really get it.”

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