Okay but just think of Jungkook sitting in bed in nothing but his favorite gray sweats and a headset on as he plays some overwatch with Taehyung. He’s shirtless and his hair is lowkey messy and he’s wearing those round glasses he likes and Jimin can’t help but swoon as his eyss rake over Jungkooks shoulders and abs.

Like legit, Jungkook just looks so fucking hot with his eyebrows furrowed as he yells into the mic. Jimin gets that playful little smirk on his face and crawls on all fours onto the bed to over of his boyfriend.

“Babyyyy kiss me.”

Jungkook chuckles and quickly licks his lips as he lets his eyss tear from the tv screen to watch the way Jimin looks in tight velvet maroon booty shorts and a too big white tee shirt.


Taehyung yells through the mic and Jungkook’s character is dying on screen but all the younger cares about is pushing his own mic away to kiss Jimin.

When the elder pulls away its with another giggle and Jungkook slaps the barely covered ass that greets him as Jimin turns back away to watch tv in the living room.

Headcanon: If the SLBP guys accidentally time travelled to the future (part 2)

A.N: Thanks for the long wait :3 This is part 2 ^^ and I am terribly sorry if I wrote ooc because well… I don’t really write some certain characters tbh… well I’ll just tag @jemchew, @honeybeelily and @rainbowatnight then 😂😂😂 Part 1 is here by the way



• one word to describe you both during these seemingly exciting and new-ish days.

• It begins with a “Awk” and ends with a “ward”

• you can’t help it

• Ever since he fell from the sky on your porch, scaring the living hell off you with his dangerously alerted gaze with a real katana in a sheath worn to his waist

• ever since he got to his senses and realised what really happened; which includes him pointing the katana sharp point at your face and assuming you as a… you forgot what was the certain word but nah that’s not the point

• he is chill

• you can not start a conversation with him because

• he just nods his head whenever you made a remark, or would just simply give you a one worded answer to brush it off

• what the heck boi give some expression than that poker face of yours

• You thought to yourself, flashbacking each and every miserable attempts to let him unclam himself

• this is going to be tough

• “Well it won’t stop me from being me!” You declared loudly, and violently started to bash your half washed clothes onto the washboard.

• while singing “Poker face” along with your washing

• *cue horrible ear pitching voice*

• You are quite into it actually

• till you heard a awkward sound of someone saying

• “…You… don’t have to wash that for me.”

• You stopped abruptly as if you are the one being caught manhandling a cookie jar

• or in this case, clothe-handling

• you turned your head in slow motion

• to see a blushing Masamune

• *internal girlish screams projected*


• “Uh, its okay there’s no need to worry! Its not like my first time washing men’s clothes so… just leave it to me!” you exclaimed to him, smiling, while holding up his… loinscloth, or technically called a “dong”

• “!!!!!” Masamune stared at you, shocked

• “N-no I think I’ll wash it myself… thank you!” He reached forward to grapple on the piece of cloth with reddened cheeks, but you swatted his hand away

• “Not a chance bro I am in the mood for washy whishy you are not stopping me for cleaning your loins!” You exclaimed and bent backwards to dodge his attempts

• “I am serious..!” he seized your blouse with a free hand and reached forward to reclaim the offending garment off your claws

• but he underestimated the force of gravity as well as momentum

• “A-ahhh!!!!”

• You gave a almighty scream as he tumbled down on you and you crashed onto your basin of clothes, soap, bubbles and all.

• You both are sopping wet to the toes

• him frozen gazed at you

• you wide stared at him

• A second dropped

• You laughed heartily and he looked at you in shock

• then he started to laugh alongside you, even though a faint one

• Well

• what beats snatching a boi’s undies and

• hurling a guy into bubble water

• to break the ice?

lol I am just kidding

do not try this at home kids


• “Kojuro?”

• He glanced back at you

• “Is there anything I can do for you Miss-”

• You interrupted him

• “Don’t call me Miss… It feels too stiff and it sort of makes me feel too formal. Just call me by my name, and-“ You took your keys off the kitchen table “I think you need some certain things for your own personal uses so I am bringing you out to buy them so you won’t have to share with me.”

• He looked at you, a little baffled “I don’t think it is appropriate to use your hard earned money for my own needs… Miss-”

• You hushed him with a firm slap on the back

• “No calling me ‘Miss’, thank you very much, and I don’t really care.”

• He merely smiled before apologising discreetly, and followed you out the door.

• *a moment later*

• “Okay we had this…. and some clothes and….”

• You rummaged through the stuff you and Kojuro had just bought, him looking at you like a 5-year old

• “I think that’s all! We can go bac- wait…” Your eyes happened to glance onto a book that you are recently interested in on the display section of the bookstore

• “Is something the matter…” Kojuro looked at you, following your gaze to the bookstore “Oh”

• “Yeah.”

• “Do you.. want to go in?”

• You nodded, and walked into the store with him.

• “You can look around if you want to, I’ll be nearby… do tell me if you want to leave.” You told him and he smiled

• and so you went to have a look at your favourite book

• *some time later*

• Ah

• you had quite a good time

• That book was really something

• and you decided to buy it

• You can feel your heart swell in happiness oh yes… You are so lucky you came here in time for the newsellers…

• Eh but wait

• there’s a nagging feeling in your noggin like you had forgotten something

• why did you came here actually?


• you berated yourself for forgetting and started to search high and low for him

• Eventually you found him, or his tuff of hair just behind a bookshelf

• “Kojuro, we can go back now I’m done-”

• You turned to the corner where he sat, and

• Um…

• Kojuro?

• You looked at him; all surrounded by historical books.

• “Kojuro.” You touched his shoulder and he flinched, looking up at you.

• “Oh dear… is it that time already?”

• “Yes.” You nodded “I am going to buy a book I guess… do you found something you want to buy?”

• His eyes shone “…can I buy.. these?”

• you deadpanned

• “All of these..?!” You pointed at the thick books which are all neatly stacked on the floor, some suspiciously had the same titles engraved on the sides.

• “…is it a bit too much?” He asked, looking at you pleading puppy eyed mode on and you mentally facepalmed

• this is so not fair

• “….fine”

• Kojuro brightened up immediately, but that didn’t lasted long

• “But you can not buy two books with the same title Kojuro its the damn same content I don’t care what you are going to say, choose one you want or just leave them all.”

• You said finally, and left dumbfounded Kojuro to his own devices (pity him)


• It all begun with a flyer

• “We really can’t go?” you turned to face Hideyoshi who was putting on a face

• “Hideyoshi… we can’t just go to a circus like that…. We don’t even have tickets.” You look back at him, sighing

• “Well we can buy them, right?”

• “In fact, no.” You heaved a deep breath, preparing to go over this conversation to Hideyoshi again “The tickets were long since sold out for like two weeks ago. There’s no way we are going to buy one, not to mention two.”

• “Oh… its okay”

• He smiled, but there was a odd tone in that cheerfulness.

• you felt guilty seeing him like that, like something bitting inside you

• its then you decided

• you are going to make amends

• “…If we can’t go to the circus…then.” Your eyes brightened “How about we go for a walk?”

• * after 10 minutes*

• “Ahaha…” A shrill voice of laughter was pierced into the air – yours

• “Funny right? And Lord Nobunaga was like ‘WHAT ARE ALL OF YOU DOING YOU FOOLS!!’ Honestly I was speechless-” Hideyoshi paused, and imitated a face-

• “Pss-taahahahahaha! What even is that" You doubled over in fits of giggles

• yes, you and Hideyoshi are walking along the streets, telling each other jokes to pass the time and lift the downcast spirits away

• you thought maybe it won’t really cheer him asap

• But gigantic contrast to your imaginations here; Hideyoshi is being himself again *cheers*

• Hurray for making amends

• You are mentally congratulating yourself until suddenly Hideyoshi stopped walking

• “Huh? What’s wrong…Hideyoshi?” you looked at him

“Can we change courses to that place?” you followed his gaze to see

• a pet shop

• cool is he into animals?

• “Alright” You said, and nodded him into the store

• First thing you saw is

• “Meow~”

• “AWWWWWWWW THIS IS SO CUTEEEEE” You held up the kitty and nuzzled its nose

• the kitty gave you a affectionate nudge on the cheek and you fangirl screamed “AWWWWWWWWWIEEEEEEEEE” much to Hideyoshi’s surprise

• “You like cats?”

• “Sureeee i do~~~~ and cats love me~!!” You hugged it closer to you and sighed contentedly

• but what you didn’t expect is-

• “Meowwww~♡"

• the kitty fumbled out of your arms, leaped on the floor elegantly and catwalked to Hideyoshi’s side

• “What’s up little one..?” He smiled “You don’t want that cute lady over there?” He kneeled down and stroked its back lovingly

• the cat gave a soft purr and rubbed its head on Hideyoshi’s ankle

• “Oh aren’t you a adorable one… what’s wrong-?” He paused, sensing a murderous aura wafting in the air and looked at you, who is looking back at him

• “You-“ you paused, searching for a suitable word to describe him, which came almost instantiously

• “cat affection thief.”

Inuchiyo/Toshiie (WHATEVER, you choose your way of calling him)

• “Down on with the drinks!”

• You screamed, holding some big bottles of sweet, cold alcohol fresh from the fridge

• He looked at you like you were crazy

• “Woman how are you going to drink… all of these?!” He pointed at the big bazookas just in front of you “These look like they’ll knock you dead with just a sip”

• you deadpanned

• “Are you saying that I can’t hold my liquor well mister snobby face?” you levelled a glare on him

• “Who are you calling snobby lady..! You definitely can’t hold your liquor well, look at you!” He pointed at you “You tell me, how can a fragile body like yours hold this much?”

• you stared at him

• “Are you underestimating me?”

• “Well yes, so?” He met your gaze with a fiery one.

• “Tsk tsk… men these days… no wait, men those days… they really think we women are useless huh?” You sighed, closing your eyss and opening them with fire in your orbs

• “I dare you to beat me at drinking then!” you exclaimed

• he looked at you sharp in the eye

• “Hell no I am obliging to this”


• “I can’t just challenge a girl like this, no way.”

• You raised a eyebrow. “Just admit it, you don’t have the guts to call on a duel because you’re afraid of losing.“

• oops

• seems like you struck a nerve

• “Like hell I would!!!! Who’s even afraid of you!!!” he yelled and grabbed a bottle off the table, uncorking it

• “That’s the spirit!” You too uncorked a bottle of Germany liquor. “The last one standing, wins!”

• “Its gotta be me of course!!!” He started to gulp down the liquor and you sipped on it slowly; then increasing your speed

• The first bottle was quite smooth, what with enthusiasm doing the job for the both of you

• when it comes to the third bottle, though, you and Inuchiyo are starting to pant

• “I.. must s-say..-y-you… can… hold… your liquor quite well… for a womaann….” He sloshed yet another mouthful of alcohol and you giggled

• “I…mush sayyyy the sa…meee to youu tooo…” You poured the liquor down through your throat, feeling the spicy liquid flowing down your already numb throat. “yoooour not halff badd… butt defini-ently not betterrrrr than mehhhh”

• You choked, and coughed slightly before getting another sip.

• “Ohhh yeaaaah? Let’s see after thiisss…. merrghhh-”

• “I woooonnnnn???? AAha ahaahahaha….”

• You slopped over the table

• and passed out dead to the world

sorry not sorry MC and Inu

• the next day

• you both woke up to find yourself sleeping on Inuchiyo in a … interesting position…. well…

• now you are suspicious if you’d played strip poker with him last night

• But now…

• this doesn’t seemed to be the case because-

• “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

• just like that.


A.N: yes I meant it, sorry not sorry :3

Thanks for reading!

Link to my fanfiction masterpost

How Would You Feel?

Post fight and the team were all sprawled on the couch, the previous battle and exhaustion washing over them as JARVIS had put on some random tv show that was playing. Every fight, they usually were too tired to go towards their room so now here they were.

Steve and Tony were on the couch, fingers linked even though they were not pressed together. Once in a while, Steve would squeeze his hand and Tony would return the favour.

Natasha was staring blankly at the TV while gently caressing her fingers through Bruce’s hair, his head in her lap. Thor had disappeared into the kitchen with Sam for some food because battles can make norse gods really hungry apparently.

“I swear to god Barton, the next time you jump down from a god damn building, I won’t let Stark save you!” And Cue Bucky and Clint coming into the living room, a dangerous glare on Bucky’s face as Clint pulled a face at him.

“He was just below me, Buck! How should i know it was going to swerve to the right at the last minute” Clint mumbled the last part and winced when his arm hit the couch.

Bucky glared at Clint’s arm like it was responsible for every reckless thing that Clint has been doing.

“Can’t you just love your life, Barton?” Bucky sighed, taking Clint’s good arm and dragging him onto the unoccupied couch.

“Well, why should i? I have you for that” Clint grinned, following Bucky without a fight.

Natasha’s lips curved into a small smile at Clint’s statement.

“He’s got a point there, Barnes”

Bucky didn’t reply, only wordlessly took the first aid kit that Sam gave, two big bags of cheetos in the other hand.

“Ooo, gimme one!!” Clint reached out for one bag but Bucky made an indignant sound and pulled Clint’s outstretched hand and put it on his lap with a look that said ‘move and i’ll make sure you don’t have that arm’ which made Clint pout and sigh.

Sam shrugged and took a seat at the couch that Steve and Tony occupied which made Steve scootch closer to Tony, resting his head on Tony’s chest.

“Man, i am single as hell” Sam mumbled miserably, ripping one bag of cheetos with too much vigour.

“Fear not, friend sam! For my jane is not here tonight, we can be together!” Thor exclaimed as he sat next to Sam.

Sam’s eyes widened when Thor winked at him and the team burst into laughter. Instead of Bucky of course, who was still glaring at the now bandaged arm.

“Hey” Clint called out, voice soft and quiet as the volume of the tv increased.

Bucky looked up into his eyes, mouth pressed into a frown. Clint didn’t like that, he liked it better when Bucky was smiling, when his eyes were - as cliche as it sounds- sparkled with happiness and joy.

Clint’s fingers fleetingly touched the side of Bucky’s face.

“Buck, i’m fine” Clint insisted, voice earnest as his eyss locked onto Bucky’s stormy grey ones.

“You could have died, Clint” Bucky said and Clint was taken aback at the raw vulnerability in those words.

Man, Bucky really does love Clint’s life more than Clint loves his own.

He felt like he had reached another level with Bucky. Being friends with him for 2 years now has been like a never ending up and down ride with achievements unlocked and higher level.

Bucky took his hand that was resting on the side of his face. He was shocked, not realising his hand was still there and tried to ignore the motion that his tummy was doing. It was swooping down and up and all around and it was only them holding hands.

“Well, Tony and I are heading to bed.” Steve suddenly announced and was shocked back into reality.

Oh right, they weren’t alone.

Instead of letting go, Bucky held on as he brought their hands to his lap.

“Yeah, us too” Natasha stood up, giving Bucky a look that Clint could not decipher, Avenger and Shield Agent or no, no one could really decipher whatever Natasha Romanov was trying to tell you with her eyes if it wasn’t meant for you but Bucky clearly did because he shrugged at her. Bruce followed Natasha wordlessly and Clint waved to them.

Thor and Sam left two seconds after, something about milkshakes and burgers and then there were two.

Still holding hands.

“I’m sorry” Clint said suddenly and Bucky squeezed his hand, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine before letting go.

Clint frowned at the empitness he felt.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Clint” Bucky mumbled before leaving Clint alone with his thoughts and god forbid, feelings.

Bucky was still mad. Obviously. Because he handed Clint his normal morning coffee without a cute smile or a smart comment about his bird’s nest hair.

And Clint was in a bad mood because Bucky was mad at him which meant that he was playing video games with Thor and Sam without any good natured threats and complaints.

“Lovebirds still not talking?” Natasha asked as she watched Clint wordlessly play video games and Bucky talking to Steve at the other side of the room.

“Looks like it, if not they would have been squished together on the couch already” Tony shrugged, sipping his coffee.

“You know they’re not actually together right?” Bruce walked in next and Natasha leaned into him as a greeting.

“They might as well be, they’re practically married” Natasha shrugged.

Tony perked up at that, looking like he had the brightest idea ever which made Bruce shake his head immediately.

“Tony” Bruce said in warning but it was too late because Natasha was catching on because she too had a little smirk on her face.

“God help us” Bruce muttered as he left the two of them to their devices.


“So how long can you actually keep this up?” Steve had asked that evening in the middle of a spar with Bucky.

Bucky was sweating, droplets of it dripping down his face but he still wouldn’t give up. He needed the distraction anyway. His feet were sore and his arms needed a rest but he wasn’t going to give up until he won.

“It’s like you just met me Stevie” Bucky grinned, going in for another kick but missing Steve by an inch which made Steve chuckle under his breath.

“Not this, Buck. I meant with Clint”

Bucky kept quiet, going in for a punch but Steve caught his arm and twisted so Bucky was kneeling down, mouth agape as he stared up at his childhood best friend.

“Okay Stevie, you can let go now” Bucky huffed, tugging at his arm but Steve was giving him an amused smile.

“Talk to Clint” He said in that no nonsense Captain America voice.

Bucky rolled his eyes and Steve pulled at his arm a little.

“Okay okay, I’ll talk to Clint! Dear god, let me go” Bucky mumbled frustratingly.

Steve let him go as Bucky mock saluted him and left him there to regain back his energy.

“Young love ” Steve sighed, shaking his head.

“Captain, Sir would like me to tell you that you should and i quote 'get your sweaty ass down here, Rogers’ preferably now”

Steve grinned. “Speaking of love right?” he mumbled to himself as he picked himself up from the training mat to make his way down to Tony’s workshop.

Clint was testing out new arrows. Feeling that sense of satisfaction and joy every time it hit the bull’s eyes but never getting enough even if he tried different positions.

He hates fighting with Bucky. Hates it down to his core because his whole day just turns upside down and downside up and even video games and new arrows couldn’t bring his good mood back.

Its a wonder how he survived life without Bucky before he came into his life. He groaned and took another arrow. He pulled the bow and aimed.

“Tony made you those?”

Clint missed. He turned around to watch Bucky nonchalantly walk in the training room with freshly showered hair and his t-shirt clinging to his god damn toned body.

Clint swallowed and averted his gaze.

stupidly attractive super soldier, he thought bitterly.

Bucky ran a hand through his wet hair, recently cut short because Clint commented about how his hair was getting longer again.

Clint felt his heart beat faster when Bucky came closer so he turned around to grab some more arrows.

“Clint” Bucky called but Clint was too busy adjusting his arrows to even look at Bucky.

Bucky rolled his eyes at Clint’s usual stuborness and waited for the blond to shoot the arrow before reaching out to grab at Clint’s arm.

Clint didn’t flinch from the sudden contact so that was a good sign and Bucky softened his hold, hand lingering down Clint’s until he reached his fingers.

Clint was looking at their linked fingers confusingly, eyebrows furrowed together. He pursed his lips, trying to ignore the tingling feeling he felt from his fingertips all the way to his arm where Bucky’s hold was on him.

“Steve wanted me to talk to you” Bucky said, tightening his grip on Clint’s hand.

“So talk” Clint mumbled.

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head slightly.
“I tried to think of what to say in the shower and came up with so many things
but when i saw you, i came up blank”

Clint’s lips quirked into a small smirk. “Speechless by my good looks i guess”

Instead of Bucky’s usual insult and shove, he looked into Clint’s eyes and Clint was frozen as his own eyes bored into Bucky’s.

“Definitely” Bucky nodded.

Clint’s eyes went wide as he laughed nervously.

“I- i was just kidding Buck” Clint laughed, trying to untangle his fingers but Bucky was stronger so he pulled Clint closer to him so he was pressed up against Bucky’s body. Bucky smelled like lavender soap and citrus shampoo, it was intoxicating.

Bucky usually did this, he pulled Clint close and he would hug him so tight until Clint all but melted into his embrace. But then, that was it. He would let Clint go and it left Clint confused about well, everything.

But Bucky wasn’t making a move to hug him, he was just staring into his eyes and holding him really really close. Clint was trying to figure out what he was thinking but he came up blank.

“I’m not Clint, you’re extremely good looking. And i look at you every day and i become speechless at how attractive you are. And you make me laugh with your stupid puns and somehow it makes you even more attractive that i sometimes question my own sanity” Bucky said, his breath ghosting over Clint’s face through the little gap that they have between their faces.

Clint was shocked, mouth agape and eyes wide as he took in what Bucky was saying.


“How would you feel… if i told you..” Bucky cut him off, a hand going up to rest on Clint’s cheek.

Clint gulped nervously as Bucky leaned in, lips brushing his ear and Clint closed his eyes.

“- that i loved you” Bucky’s voice was close and Clint’s heart rate picked up.

“Do you mean it” Clint whispered and Bucky pulled back to smile at his best friend, his partner before he pressed his lips with Clint’s.

Clint melted into him easily, responding to the kiss quickly as a sigh escaped him. It was slow and gentle and so unlike Bucky that it made Clint cling to him tighter, arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck. His fingers gripping Bucky’s hair when his tongue started tangling with his, exploring his mouth slowly until Clint felt his knees going weak.

He didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t because he’s been imagining this for so long it was a bit unreal.

When they pulled away, they were both flushed and their lips were swollen.

“It took a near death experience for that?” Clint asked, laughing as he buried his head in Bucky’s neck.

Bucky’s hand tightened on Clint’s waist when Clint started kissing his neck, teeth scraping the skin as he bit lightly.

“Quite a few, actually-” Bucky let a groan escape him when Clint started working on a real hicky on his neck.

Once Clint was satisfied with his hickey and Bucky was a groaning mess, gripping Clint’s hips so tight it made Clint press his hard on Bucky’s thigh, he pulled away to kiss Bucky hard.

“I love you, Bucky” Clint took the opportunity to mumble in the middle of the kiss.

Bucky smiled and Clint felt his heart bloom like god damn flowers in spring.

“Yeah, i definitely love you” He said before kissing Bucky again.


anonymous asked:

On the outside always looking in will i ever be more than iVe ALWayS BeEn WEE START WITH STArs IN Our EYSS

Fun act I sobbed the first time I listened to that song

reficul00-deactivated20171209  asked:

no one is there, sharky. *pats*

god that was so fucking terrifying i just saw this eye stare i remembert he color it was a pale green color and i got that warm scared feeling and i ran otu of my room btu when i came back i think i saw the eyss again but i got closer and it was something else but i swear i did see someone move when idid idk i dd id