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What could happen if you put 3 agents of Overwatch in Disneyland?

I basically draw this entire serie just for this scene. I’m not happy with the jump parkour-style panel but it’s 2 AM so it’s the best I can manage at this hour.

I hope you enjoyed this little story =D

Shimada/cest shippers get out of here please, they’re brothers, they can share a bed without you getting your knickers in a twist.

BTS snapping at their s/o accidentally


As you entered the door after a long day of work, you smiled as you saw the boys scattered about. It was finally a day where you could stay at the dorms with them, after their insanely hectic schedule. You could smell food coming from the kitchen, and you realized how hungry you actually were. 

“Hey y/n” rap mon said from the sofa, you waved, dropping your bag and walking over to the kitchen. You ruffled Jungkook’s hair on the way, and he huffed, attempting to fix it.. You crept into the kitchen, seeing Jin working at the stove. You smiled to yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hobi the food isn’t done” he said in frustration. you stifled a giggle, looking up at him.

“I’m gonna have to talk to Hobi about being touchy with my man now aren’t I?” you said. He smiled, quickly trying to face you, but his hand hit the scolding hot pan in the process.

“FUCK!” he yelled, jumping back, causing you to let go.

“shit baby let me help..” you said, reaching for his hand but he snatched it back, burning it once more.

“y/n.. get the fuck out of my face… you’ve helped enough” he growled. You felt yourself tense up. Jin never cursed at you. You looked over, and saw the six boys watching you with their mouths hanging open. Refusing to let yourself cry in front of them, you swiftly walked to the living room, grabbing your bag, and heading home. 

A few hours later, after feeling like absolute shit, you heard a knock at the door. Puffy eyed, you opened it and saw Jin standing there with a Tupperware container in his non bandaged hand, and flowers in the other. You leaned against the door frame, staring him down. 

“What?” you said, in an almost inaudible voice. He melted at the sight of you, almost not being able to let words out.

“I’m so sorry.. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.. and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.. I swear I won’t do it again..” he whispered.You chewed on your bottom lip, and saw tears weld in his eyes. You broke, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing his cheek.

“it’s okay.. come inside..” you whispered. He softly kissed you, accepting your invitation inside.

Originally posted by lavender-kills


You smiled, happy at yourself with what you had done. Yoongi was at practice, and you managed to clean his studio. It was a disaster with the upcoming comeback. You sorted all of his papers, filing them all onto his desk in folders. You made sure everyone’s lines was sorted, songs were sorted by track number and color coded. Took his trash out, dusted, swept, the whole nine yards. Organized cd’s, flash drives, everything. anything to make yoongi’s life easier. You knew the environment was becoming a lot for him. You just wanted to make him happy. You ordered take out, and waited for him to stumble into the door, because he was coming to work in the studio after dance. It was simply meant to be a time you two spent together. As you heard the door creak open, you watched as an already exhausted yoongi walked in. You watched as his face contoured into an expression you didn’t expect. He looked angry. Infuriated. 

“what did you do..” he said.

“I cleaned up for you…. I know you were complaining that you needed to clean up.. so I did it for you..” you said, in almost a whisper. 

“What.. did… you… do..” he said. You stood silent.

“I had everything placed specifically a certain way! What the hell would possess you to do this!!!” he yelled. You stood dumbfounded. 

“Yoongi i-im sorry I only wanted to help….” you said.

“just.. get out of here please. I have to sort this mess you made.” he spat. You rose silently, walking out of the building. You stood outside, feeling confused, and guilty. While you did that, yoongi realized what you had done, and felt guilty immediately. You had made it easier for him, leaving little post it notes on the computer, indicating what meant what, and what color was assigned to whom. He also saw the bag of take out, and sighed. He ran outside, hoping to catch you before you got too far. 

“y/n..” he said breathlessly. You turned around, seeing him crouched over trying to catch his breath.

“i’m sorry… come here..” he whispered, taking you in his arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just stressed.. I shouldn’t have come at you.. you were trying to help me.. I love you.. thank you.. lets go eat..” he whispered, softly kissing you. You followed, slightly confused, slightly happy. 

Originally posted by jeonbase

J Hope

You were frustrated. Hobi hadn’t been home in hours. This was a reoccurring thing. The comeback was slowly approaching, so he spent countless hours in the dance room. He was constantly out, leaving early, returning late. You genuinely missed him. He wasn’t only your boyfriend, but your best friend. You sat on the sofa, fighting sleep to see him at least once. Hour ticked by. 12 Am. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM. He walked into the door at nearly 4 in the morning. You sat up, and he sighed, taking his shoes off. 

“Hi baby..” you said, making your way over to him. He took his jacket off, not uttering a word. It was the first time you’d seen him in a while. You just wanted to hug him. You took the jacket from him, placing it on the sofa, and wrapped your arms around him. He pushed you off, with glaring at you.

“Geez you’re so clingy. I just got here and I’m tired” he said. You were dumbfounded, but mostly hurt. 

:Well. Sorry for being clingy. I just missed my boyfriend, and wanted to fucking see him so I stood up till almost 4 in the morning to see him. Sorry that I fucking missed you.” you said, tears burning your eyes. You made your way to your room, laying in bed. He went to the shower, and you heard him cursing under his breath. Tears slowly trickled down your cheek as he crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. You sniffled, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry.. I’m just tired with the come back.. I didn’t mean it.. you know i love when you’re all over me…” he whispered in your ear. You remained silent. He softly kissed your shoulder and you melted against him. 

“I missed you too..” he whispered in your ear. 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Your boyfriend was always pranking you. Always. You decided to mess with him. You stored all of his tracks onto a USB, Triple checking to make sure it was all okay. You slipped it into your pocket, and deleted it from his computer. He walked in, sweetly kissing you and you toyed with your hands

“Joon.. I don’t know what I clicked.. but I accidentally deleted something off your laptop..” you whispered. He paled immediately. 

“not the tracks.. please tell me it wasn’t the tracks..” he whispered. You remained silent. He moved you to the side, seeing that they were gone.

“y/N WHAT THE FUCK!” he yelled. You jumped, not expecting that.

“I worked for weeks on this shit! Why the fuck did you touch my shit! How could you do something so idiotic!” he yelled. His voice boomed in the enclosed room. You felt small suddenly, tossing him the flash drive.

“it’s on here.. It was a prank…” you whispered, walking out of the room nearly in tears. He sighed, following you out. You locked yourself in the bathroom trying to calm down. He could hear your hiccup sobs from the other side of the door.

“baby i’m sorry.. please come out..” he said. You made your way out, arms crossed, sniffling. 

“You yelled at me..” you whispered, near tears again. He took you in his arms, trying to calm you down.

“i”m sorry baby..” he says.

Originally posted by ksjknj


You were beyond excited. It was weeks of countless stress, studying and worry. You got your grades from your final exams. You passed! You literally ran to where your boyfriend was, in the dance hall working on dances for the comeback. You couldn’t contain your excitement.

“Jimin guess what!” you squealed.

“Not now” he mumbled.

“really quick baby I have great news!” You squealed. He glared at you, but you were still giddy and excited. 

“I said not now! I’m busy!” he yelled. You took a step back, trying to figure out who he was talking to. You shoved the paper in his chest, becoming angry like he was and walking out. When he would get home he would feel bad, seeing you on the sofa with your arms crossed, clearly upset. He crawled next to you, laying his head on your lap and not letting you push him off. 

“i’m sorry… I was rude.. Congratulations jagii.. you passed..” he said. You stared forward, ignoring him. He sat up, pulling you onto his lap, and placing his plump lips on yours, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist. You kissed back happily, and he smiled.

“Let’s go celebrate” he said, picking you up and taking you to the bedroom and you started dying. 

Originally posted by mvssmedia


As you dropped off the last bag, you felt satisfied. You and your boyfriend decided to donate to the less fortunate. You both donated a bunch of clothes, as well as some money to help those in need. You went home, and saw your home in a war zone.

“Where is it!!!!!” you heard your boyfriend yell. You tiptoed over shoes, and sweaters, careful not to step on anything.

“baby?” you asked, looking into your bedroom.

“I can’t find it!” he yelled

“my sweater! my favorite sweater!” he yelled. You sat there, completely and utterly confused. Then you realized that it must have been at the top of the donations pile. Tae had the habit of throwing things in random piles, so you assumed it was for donations.

“… it wasn’t the black one with the grey writing on the front was it..” you asked.

“yes! have you seen it?” he asked.

“baby.. don’t get mad.. I assumed it was donations… It was in the pile-” you started

“What the fuck y/n!” he yelled.

“it’s not my fault you throw your shit around!” you yelled back. You stormed off into the living room, cleaning up. After he calmed down, he pulled you close to him on the sofa.

:im sorry.. it was my fault.. it’s going to someone in need.. you still love me right?” he teased. You huffed, looking at him.

“Sadly.” you responded. He showered you with kisses, and you smiled, feeling 1000000x better.

Originally posted by bwipsul


You sat in the kitchen, working on an assignment when you heard the front door shut. Your favorite time of day. Your boyfriend, Jungkook was finally home. It was really busy for the both of you lately. School had started again, so you were constantly studying, and his comeback was slowly creeping up, so he was always at practice, and rarely home. You missed him, and rarely got to see him. You were only lucky this time because you were up late to finish something. You walked into the living room, and saw him elevating his leg.

“What happened?” you asked, softly kissing him. 

“I fell at practice.” he groaned. you tried fixing the pillow, but he moved away. You ignored it, walking to the kitchen and getting him an ice pack.

“my poor baby.. do you want something for the pain?” you asked. 

“I’m fine. You’re acting like my mom” he said. You frowned, trying to put the ice pack on his leg. He moved away once again.

“I said i”m fine!” he yelled. You looked at him, irritation taking over.

“You bust your ass, I’m not the one who hurt you. Stop acting like a dick” you said, throwing the ice pack at his chest. You stormed out, and he sighed. Your attitude was the craziest thing he had experienced, but it was his favorite thing about you. You didn’t take shit from anyone. He felt guilty immediately, letting his pride get the best of him when you were only trying to help. You shut your laptop, going to bed. He hopped over, laying next to you and pulling you onto his chest.

“You’re sexy when you’re mad” he teased.

“Do you want another bad leg?” you asked. He grinned, softly kissing you.

“I’m sorry.. you were trying to help.. thank you babyyyyy” he said gooffily, trying to kiss you up.

“Jungkook you need to watch yourself.” you said. He continued kissing on you, eventually making you give in. 

“I love you..” he whispered.

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🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
Bitten (Baekhyun x Reader)

Originally posted by flesss


Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13

Description: You and Baekhyun encounter something in the forest and it leaves you confused if Baekhyun is really telling the truth.

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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That might’ve been the fifth time a groan escaped out of Byun Baekhyun’s body interrupting you as you read. You try not to get annoyed with your friend as you fold the corner of the book to keep your place. If he was going to put a pause on your reading with all his groaning it was better to find out what the problem was sooner than later.

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H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

  • “I just got back from the cemetery.”
  • “I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”
  • “I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”
  • “What’s behind you in these pictures…?”
  • “Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”
  • “I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”
  • “I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”
  • “I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”
  • “I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”
  • “Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”
  • “The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”
  • “Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”
  • “Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”
  • “I had a dream that I killed you.”
  • “Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”
  • "I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”
  • “There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”
  • “Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”
  • “Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”
  • "I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”
  • “Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”
  • “I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”
  • “There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”
  • “Can you just… can you please check the closet?”
  • “P-please… put the knife down.”
  • “I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”
  • “No, no, no – run!”
  • "I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”
  • “The dead are all around us…”
  • “She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”
  • “There’s something breathing under the bed…”
  • "You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”
  • “I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”
  • “Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”
  • “I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”
  • “He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”
  • “I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”
  • "You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”
  • “Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”
  • “If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”
  • “Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”
  • “…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”
  • “You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”
  • “I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”
  • "What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
  • “Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”
  • “I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”
  • “Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”
  • “Wh-why do you have a knife…?”
  • "You’re all bloody, what happened!?”
  • “You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”
  • “You’re bleeding…”
  • “How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”
  • “I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”
  • “I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”
  • “I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”
  • “From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”
  • "Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”
  • “I want to be dead, too.”
  • “Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”
  • "Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”
  • “You played with a Ouija board!?”
  • “Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”
  • “There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”
  • “You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”
  • "They just don’t believe like they used to…”
  • “I will haunt you until the end of time.”
BTS’s reaction to you dancing with another man:

A/N: Aw, anon, your English is perfect, don’t worry ^ - ^ Thanks for stopping by and leaving a request <3 I’m sorry that this is embarrassingly late, I hope you enjoy it anyway~

Jin: “Why do you have to dance with him?” Jin pouts, as you crouch to lace up your trainers for dance practice.

“It’s only for one stage,” you soothe, standing up and closing the short distance between you and your boyfriend. A chaste peck on his lips has the frown smoothing into a smile.

“I know,” he says, “I just wish it was you and me together.”

Your face falls at this, as your mind seeps with concern. Jin always puts on a brave face for you, but you know there are a lot of feelings he keeps quiet to save you the worry. You worry anyway, of course, because that’s just who you are.

He picks up on your change of mood, and gives your cheeks a poke, forcing the corners of your lips up into a grin. “Hey, none of that,” he says, “If I practice enough maybe it’ll be me dancing with you next time.” To prove it, he takes a step back, and breaks into his famed traffic dance. It never fails to have you spluttering with laughter, and soon you’re joining in, flailing your limbs about in time to your own rhythm.

You collapse against each other, shaking with fits of the giggles. “Oh, boy, I don’t think the world is ready for our traffic dance collab,” you sigh, resting your forehead against Jin’s.

“Maybe not,” he murmurs, “Some day though. Some day.”

You chuckle. “Some day.” One more kiss, then it’s time to leave for practice.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Yoongi: From his spot by the bar, Yoongi keeps his gaze rooted to you.

When you asked to go clubbing with him, this isn’t exactly what he had expected. In his mind, you had your arms wrapped around each other, floating in your own calm world, amidst the chaos of thumping music and flashing lights.

Yet here he is, sitting alone while you shake your hips, surrounded by a swarm of slobbering guys. The only thing keeping Yoongi calm is the diss track he’s composing in his head for the crowd of fawning men. He should write some of this stuff down - it’s gold.

But then he sees one of the guys getting too close, placing his hand on your waist, then sliding it lower. Oh, there’s no way in f-ck he’s getting away with that!

Without a clear idea of what he’s doing, Yoongi pushes himself away from the bar, ploughing through the swarm of sweaty bodies, and thudding a heavy hand into the man’s chest. “Hey, keep your hands off what doesn’t belong to you,” he snarls.

The man stumbles back, gives Yoongi a once over, and decides it’s not worth it. The crowd oozes away from the area, till you and Yoongi are left, invisible in the corner of the club.

“Um… thanks,” you smile sheepishly, “I had it under control though.”

“I know,” Yoongi says, “I just… couldn’t help myself. Creeps like that make me furious.”

You bite your lip. “Wanna get out of here?”


Originally posted by lethargicmin

Hoseok: Hoseok doesn’t mind. He really doesn’t mind… Well, okay, maybe a little… But it’s hard to watch you (the love of his life) dancing (the second love of his life) with another man. It should be him leading you as you follow the complicated steps, that cute, concentrated look on your face, that he’d just love to kiss away. But instead, it’s Jimin by your side. And seeing his hands on your waist has something sprouting in Hoseok’s heart. A seed of… jealousy? It isn’t a feeling he’s used to – it’s odd and constricting, crushing him from the inside, and forcing the air out of his lungs in a long, loud sigh.

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong?” you sink down beside him on the dance studio floor, cheeks pink from practice.

“Nothing,” Hoseok forces a smile, which you see through with one blink and one shake of your head:

“Come on, you can tell me anything, Hoseok.”

“He’s jealous because you’re dancing with me.” Jimin sends a Cheshire cat grin your way.

Hoseok doesn’t respond, just picks at the laces of his shoes, and then mutters, “You guys should watch your footwork at the beginning of the second verse. It gets a little sloppy. Yours especially Jimin.”

Jimin laughs this off. “Oh, I was just about to pack up for the day… But if you think we need improvement, maybe we should practice for another couple of hours. What do you think, Y/N?”

Hoseok’s ears turn red at Jimin’s teasing. “No, on second thoughts, I think you’ve done enough for one night.” He slides his hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here, what do you say?” A nod from you, accompanied by a kiss on the nose is all he needs to perk up.

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Namjoon: Namjoon has decided to start going to the gym more often. This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re now getting dance lessons from Jimin. It’s just a weird coincidence that he wants to life more weights after hearing you wax lyrical about your dance partner’s body. (“And then Jimin taught me how to do lifts. He’s so strong. Have you seen his arms? Wow.”) It isn’t that Namjoon’s self-conscious, but the thought of you spewing praises over him like you do with Jimin is certainly a good motivation to exercise.

Finally, he’s in a position to say: “Hey babe, check this out,” and show off his arms, in close-fitting tank tops. This is a sure-fire way to keep your eyes trained on him, and no one else.

“Have you been working out?” you ask, eyeing him as he flexes.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’, looking pleased with himself.

The frown that clouds your features is not the response he was hoping for. “Is this because of me and Jimin?” you probe, lips thinning into a straight line.

Namjoon’s smile fades away. “Maybe.”

You shake your head sadly. “Baby, you know that no matter what I say about the other members, or any other man for that matter, you’re the only one I’ll want.”

Namjoon did know that. But it’s always nice to hear you say it.

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Jimin: Seeing you at dance practice with Jungkook had given Jimin an idea.

That’s why, when you come home from work that evening, you’re greeted by a trail of rose petals at the door. A smile curling your lips, you leave your bag in the hall, and follow the scatterings of pink and crimson to the living room where Jimin’s standing in a suit, a flower in one hand.

“What’s all this?” you ask, breath releasing in something between a gasp and a sigh.

“I’m teaching you how to ballroom dance,” he announces, eyes scrunching up as a smile stretches his lips. Crossing the room, he flicks on the stereo, and a few strains of stringed instruments start up. “Ever since I saw you dancing with Jungkook, I couldn’t stop feeling jealous, which is stupid… I know,” he goes on to explain, holding out his hands, which you grab onto, pulling him in until he’s no more than an inch from you, “I decided that teaching you some of the most romantic dances I know would cure me of the green-eyed monster.”

You duck your head, gently bumping your forehead against his chest. “You know you never have to worry about me spending time with other guys.”

“I know. But I worry anyway. Since you’re the most precious thing I have.” These are the last words he murmurs before the music drowns all else out, and you get carried away in a flurry of melodies and the golden sparks in your boyfriend’s eyes.

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Taehyung: Seeing you dance with another boy makes Taehyung feel… weird. In the scattered rainbow of disco ball lights he can see your smile growing wide while this guy – who is he, anyway? – spins you around. With those simple gestures, Taehyung’s heart twists and turns - a writhing dragon, growling to break free from his rib cage.

There’s only one thing to do.

He strides towards you, pushing through the crowd until he’s by your side, where he feels at home. Then he does the only thing he knows how to do. Making you smile: his specialty. As the music picks up, he moves along with it, limps flapping, head bobbing.

Catching his movements, you grin, and seeing that he’s made you happy, Taehyung keeps on going, exaggerating his movements, until you’re bent over with laughter, the other guy completely forgotten. Then you take Taehyung’s hand, and begin to sway with him, lighting up a fire inside him. This is how it should be. Only him. Only you. And no one in between.

Originally posted by jitamin

Jungkook: Smile. That’s all Jungkook has to do. Smile as he watches you practice with Hoseok for set rehearsal, allowing his heart be pricked like a pincushion, again and again. Smile as your eyes scrunch up, gracing your dance partner with their warmth. He knows it doesn’t mean anything, and that at the end of the day, when the sun sinks low in the sky, it’ll be you and him going home together, hands intertwined. But waiting for that moment is torturous. Just a few more hours, he reminds himself. Just a few more sets of sixty minutes. He’ll count every one.

You glance his way, as the managers call time-out. Slipping from the group, you run over to him, and satisfy his need with a tight bear hug.

“Hey,” you whisper.

He grins into your shoulder. “Hey.”

You break apart before too many curious eyes dart your way. It’s not a secret that you’re dating, but you’d rather not parade it around in front of everyone. There’ll be plenty of time for all the needed touching, kissing, loving when you’re alone. For now, you give Jungkook’s hand a squeeze that promises: “soon”. Then you’re heading back for another rehearsal.

It’s enough for Jungkook. He’ll keep on smiling till you’re back in his arms again.

Originally posted by jeonbase

(I did not make these gifs!)

BTS Run 25 - The Jin Harem


Here, Seokjin makes a comment

That radiant smile and response Hoseok gives him is just :’)

Second of all: MATCHING POSES

Namjin looking so cute (they always look cute)

YES Jungkook


Here we have a Namjoon Staring at a Seokjin

Here’s a closeup 

(Yoongi looks like that one friend who’s done with the couple’s shits)


(Vlive logo, please kindly get out of the way please)

Here we have a casual Jinmin wrist-holding moment

(Is that Jeanlous?)

Here we see Seokjin reaching out to Yoongi for a High-5 (low-5 actually)

He slaps the hand belatedly after realising Seokjin wasn’t asking for Yoongi to hold his hand

‘My Jin senses are tingling’ - Kim Namjoon 2017

‘I saw that’ - Kim Namjoon (a jealous tall man)

‘I SAW THAT’ - Delusional Namjin Shipper 

Really, why are you staring at SeokJin when Yoongi is talking?

Jimin plays along and responds to Jin’s melodic “are you ready~”

Yoongi: I’m the MC, I have to be fair

(Sits beside Jin)

Yoongi: I need to see the screen to commentate

(Doesn’t even has his little mic with him)

BOI You and your ‘justifications’

Seokjin answers Yoongi’s question in the middle of a game



(Jin even died mid-answering in the game and he wasn’t even mad/regretful)

Here’s a pouty Tae after he died in the game

Here we have Jin 

Jin: Jungkook ah, kill monie. KILL MONIE

(He calls Namjoon monie. I am soft :’) )

Here we have yoonjin looking lost together 

Yoongi - lost and confused about the whole game

Jin - actually lost the game

This frame was so in-sync it was freaky to watch them react at the same time and make the same actions

You thought I was kidding about their synchronisation.

I wasn’t 


Once again, Jin patiently explaining gaming terms to the clueless MC/Commentator Yoongi

Matching Yoonjin
(I read a study where people tend to subconsciously do the same thing/pose the same way as the person of their attraction…)

Once again, Jin explaining to the curious Yoongi about the game

(the cute little red bow on Yoongi’s mic though)

(The cute little ear from the drawing poking out of Jin’s head is cute too)

I just had to put this here 

It reminded me of this

Yoongi, you are supposed to be an impartial host and commentator

Why are you shrieking as though you are part of Team Jin?

Yoongi, as he announces pink team’s (Tae, Monie, Hobi) victory

He did that unamused gulp/pout

Yoongi, your bias is overflowing

Why are you sitting so close to JK, Jin?  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Here we have a Jinkook high-5 moment

“WOW, Jin hyung is great” - Park Jimin 2017 (let’s be real, more like all the time)

More High-5s!

Look at that stretch, all for a high-5 with MVP Jin!

Have a dancing 94line just because 

(by the way, the caption for Namjoon says ‘serious’) This boi be out here dancing a weird dance with the dance machine seriously while the actual dance machine is fooling around

Tae rubs his nose

(why is this even noted?)

Because 1 second later, Jin does the same!

(Remember what I said about subconsciously imitating the person of your attraction? That’s why)

and to think I feared we wouldn’t get any Taejin moments this episode!

That heart though… does the PD know something?

(the caption says ‘to my liking/liking to my heart’ about Yoongi’s suggestion for the KartRider matches)

Tae secretly saying Yoongi is talkative and that they should just start the match and only Jin replied :’)

(I believe jin replied ff - which is a way of typing a laugh like keke/fufu)

Have a celebrating Hobi cos it’s damn cute

Jin teasing Jimin about not completing the course

“JIMIN-SSI~” - Jin (probably all the time)

This is Jin. Jin is impressed by Hobi’s skills. Jin also has a cute little cactus poking out of his head. Don’t worry, that cactus is a drawing but it makes him look cuter. It looks like the ear of an alpaca. 

Speaking of alpacas, I really thought he named RJ, RJ because it sounded like  아재 (Ah-Jae, R-J) But he named it that because the ‘R’ comes from how you pronounce ‘alpaca’ in Korean ( 알파카 - ‘aleupaka’) and ‘J’ from ‘Jin’ (진)

THIS BOI, even when he isn’t trying he’s still punning!

Here we have a cactus Jin acknowledging Hobi’s powers at KartRider and calling him a Darkhorse. 


Here, we have Jin noting how JK is slowing getting upset and decided to point it out

(once again, I’m pointing out the cactus-ear because it’s so cute)


Tae - Huge ass Jeep with the cutest little fox (it looks like and matches him)

Namjoon - not even a freaking vehicle. He’s riding a freaking broom. Get on his level. Seriously, GET ON HIS LEVEL. He’s not even on the ground

Chim - Golden Angler Fish with scary ass teeth and a cute little light cos he’s a shining chim

Jin - Shark-like Torpedo looking contraption (with no cute pet)

Hobi - The most normal Kart and matching bears with chim & namjoon (but namjoon switched to a sheep pet after)

JK - Taking extra to an extreme with a huge ass general and a Viking-hat wearing pet

Yoongi: *thinking hard about what it’ll be like to get a massage from jin

Yoongi:… no no, bad yoongi. Bad idea. 

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Hobi: oooooooh  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


(lmao he was so offended that Yoongi brushed off his massage suggestion)

Namjoon: You rejected his massage offer? HOW CRAZY!

Only Jimin didn’t have the item XD (conspiracy theory on why Jimin Lost)

Here have a perplexed Joonie cos he looks so cute!

And he does indeed stick his chin out when concentrating!

Get yourself a man who stares at you the way Jin stares at food

Mocking themselves for losing because they are the ‘Jin team’ (진 means weak/lose in Korean when taken out of context)

Here we have Namjoon taking the opportunity to call Jin without honorifics

Hobi does it too~ 

(that soft gaze though! I feel so attacked)

He’s still staring at the food XD 


Jin being hit by Jimin’s sexiness with his water dance

(Actually, he got hit by the water Jimin was splashing around lol)

(the flowers poking out of namjoon’s head though)

This concludes this weeks’ Run!- Jin Harem post~

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

Until next time~

Coffee Shop Soundtrack

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Warning: Stalkerish (ish), Public sex, oral sex, cursing, filth, sin, NSFW, 18+, Smut

A/N: Absolutely nothing to do with All Time Low’s song, I was just listening to it so why not? Enjoy y’all! I spent so long deciding who to give this imagine to, Scott or Stiles and Ep12 just gave me the Scott feels so !

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

There he was again, sitting in the same seat that he occupied every day for the last week for over three hours; he’d order four cappuccinos and one latte throughout his time in the wooden seat, and his eyes would either be fixated on the moving cars out of the full length windows or on the staff bustling around behind the counter - his eyes always lingering on your figure longer than the others.

His shaggy brown hair was always in a mess, but he was still undeniably handsome. His deep chocolate orbs would light up when your eyes connected to his, and he’d send a shy, tight-lipped smile your way. You’d blush, looking away or divert your attention to another customer at the till waiting for their order to be taking.

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iidiiotiiciintelliigence  asked:

"Derek, it is 3 in the morning, what do you want?" "Peter got cursed." "What." He's stuck in wolf form." "For fucks sake Derek. I'll be right over." Why? Cause I can, and these kinds of AUs are hilarious to me.

This is a great one too! I’m a sucker for full shift anyone, lol. I did my best!


Stiles had given them all explicit instructions. He was going to have the gaming marathon to end all gaming marathons to celebrate the release of the new Bioware game and no one was to interrupt him for anything short of the apocalypse. He had been playing for just a few hours though when his phone starting ringing. He paused the game and glanced at the clock, spotting the bright “3:00” shining back at him.

“Someone better be dying,” Stiles grumbled, getting out of the perfect nest he’d created with pillows and blankets that would now never be the same in order to grab his phone off the charger.

“Derek, it’s three in the morning! What do you want?”

“Peter got cursed.”

“What?” He blinked at the wall, dumbfounded. Leave it to Derek to make him speechless.

“He’s stuck in wolf form,” Derek added tersely, sounding very much like he’d rather be anywhere else. Stiles heard a crash in the background, followed by a deep growl.

“For fucks sake, Derek,” Stiles sighed, resigned. He was already reaching for a change of clothes. Damn his life. “I’ll be right over.”

Derek hung up without a goodbye, because of course he did. Stiles grumbled about rude wolves under his breath as he got dressed before heading down to his jeep and wondering how they were going to fix this mess.

There was a loud barking sound coming from the loft as Stiles opened the elevator. He eyed the door warily when another bark preceded a loud crash followed by a deep rumbling growl that could only be made by a large wild animal.

“Okay, guys, fragile human coming through,” he called out as he slowly edged the door open. Peeking in gave him quite the sight.

Scott looked near tears, huddling under the table with frustration running through every tense line of his body. Isaac with was him, though he looked less concerned and more wary, like he was prepared for an attack but not about to attack first. Boyd was standing at the ready at the entrance towards the kitchen. Erica was peaking through the opening over the bar, looking seconds from laughing her ass off.

Derek was picking himself up from where the coffee table used to be, broken wood and glass all around him. He was in the beta shift, growling threateningly with Alpha eyes flaring bright red. Across from him, a freaking huge wolf was snarling viciously, supernatural blue eyes flashing in warning.

“What the fuck,” Stiles stated, blown away by the insanity of what he was seeing.

“Peter, quit being an idiot and calm down!” Derek ignored him, roaring at the wolf.

The wolf let out one of those rumbling barks Stiles had heard earlier and woah, did he have some pipes. He edged a little closer to where Boyd was feeling all protective, hoping some of that instinct would spread over to the pack human as well.

“What happened?” He asked the room.

“We were tracking a witch who was setting up for a ritual at the Nemeton, something about harnessing its power in order to take down her enemies or something, when Scott–”

“I said I was sorry!” Scott yelled from under the table, interrupting Erica’s explanation.

The wolf snarled, snapping it’s impressive jaws in Scott’s direction. It leapt towards the table only to be taken down mid air by Derek. They both crashed into the wall in a vicious tangle.

“Scott convinced Derek to let the witch live. She decided to curse Derek instead, and Peter took the hit. Then he killed her. With his teeth,” Boyd finished summarily.

“Lovely,” Stiles grumbled. Things could never be easy, could they?

“Now he won’t quit trying to kill Scott,” Isaac added.

“I’m really sorry! I didn’t know she was going to curse you!”

“Just. Shut up, Scott,” Derek bit out between trying to keep Peter was biting him and from getting loose to where he could attack Scott. He finally got the wolf pinned under him, practically laying on top of the large animal’s back as he held its head down so it couldn’t turn around and bite him.

“Did the curse just turn him into a wolf or did it make him feral too?” Stiles asked nervously, eyeing the the wolf.

“We don’t know. He hadn’t been responding to words, so maybe both?” Erica said.

“Well how’d you get him here?”

“Determination?” Erica guessed.

“Luck,” Boyd corrected.

Stiles laughed deliriously. “Well has anyone called Deaton?”

“He’s looking into it, but he said that if the caster is dead we most likely just needed to wait it out. Apparently most curses wear off in a few days without someone alive sustaining them,” Isaac said.

“So what’d you guys call me for?”

“We were hoping you could…calm him down?”

“Me?” Stiles snorted. “What am I supposed to do? Let him gnaw on my arm until he’s full?”

“Peter likes you the most; it makes sense that his wolf might feel the same,” Derek grumbled from the back of one displeased wolf. At least he’d stopped trying to get out of Derek’s hold and was instead settling for glaring at all of them.

“What? Since when?”

“Since always?” Erica said. “How did you not know? It’s pretty obvious, batman.” Boyd nodded in agreement, sending judgey eyes Stiles’ way.

“Just come over here,” Derek ordered.

Stiles gulped, sending nervous eyes to the unhappy wolf. “Nah, I’m okay over here, Sourwolf.”


“The things I do for you people,” Stiles muttered, edging closer. As he neared, he was instantly met with the wolf’s laser focus, bright blue eyes barely blinking in their study of him. “Hey there, Zombiewolf,” he chattered. “Please don’t bite me.”

“I won’t let him bite you, Stiles,” Derek rolled his eyes.

“I thought the whole point was that you didn’t think he’d want to bite me!”

“Well if we’re wrong, I won’t let him.”

“What do you mean ‘if we’re wrong’?! Dude, so not cool!!”

Stiles yelped–manly!–when the wolf wriggled out of Derek’s hold that had loosened with his distraction and then loped towards him. He scrambled backwards, hitting the wall and covering his head, heart jackrabbiting out of his chest.

“Peter, no!” Derek yelled.

Stiles jumped when a cold nose pressed to his arm, snuffling against his skin and moving up towards his face. The wolf whined, working Stiles arms away from himself so it could scent at his neck. Stiles mostly just stayed still and prayed.

“Am I dead?” He asked the room. He peaked his eyes open when he didn’t get an immediate answer. Everyone was staring at him, tense, waiting.

The wolf huffed under his gaze, blue eyes flashing, and Stiles could visualize Peter’s eye roll that would’ve came with the answer to that question. “Obviously not, sweetheart. I have more control than that.”

“Don’t give me that attitude, dude,” He grumbled at the wolf who was now sitting beside him calmly. One ear perked up, and the wolf leaned against Stiles’ side, almost toppling the boy over.

“Oh good, so he’s not going to kill you,” Erica called out.

“I’m not a guinea pig, dammit. What if he had decided to chew on the squishy human?”

“Then we’d cry. Probably.”

“I hate you all,” Stiles grumbled, tensing when the wolf made a low whuff before growling towards Erica, lip curling to show his fangs, and wow, those were big and also close to Stiles’ face. “Woah, dude, hey, let’s put the teeth away.” Peter sent him some serious side-eye, but at least he quit growling.

“So what’s the plan?” Isaac asked.

Derek sighed, brushing the glass off his clothes and looking exhausted. “Well Stiles is the only one he hasn’t tried to kill, so he’ll just have to stay with him until this wears off.”

“You’re joking, right?” Stiles asked. “I can’t keep a wolf at my house! My dad will freak!”

“Then stay at Peter’s and tell your dad you’re doing…pack things, I don’t know,” Derek waved him off.

“You can’t leave Stiles alone with Peter!” Scott yelled.

Peter was instantly to his feet, looking ready to go for round two, and it was instinctive for Stiles to reach out for him, grabbing the fur on his back before he could leapt for Scott’s jugular.

“Woah, hey, calm down, Creeperwolf. Back to the no growling please,” he murmured, running his free hand soothingly through his fur. “We’re going to work this out, so just calm down.” Peter’s hackles lowered, teeth put away.

“Stiles the Wolf Whisperer,” Erica said in a low voice.

“Get him out of here. Please,” Derek added, like it killed him to be polite.

“Ugh, fine. If he eats me in my sleep though, in haunting you,” Stiles threatened, standing and moving towards the door. “Come on, Zombiewolf. Let’s get you away from your triggers.”

The wolf stayed by his side, never turning his back to the other weres, glaring but not growling, thankfully. He’d calmed down significantly by the time they reached Stiles’ jeep, and he was even wagging his tail a bit once Stiles pulled into Peter’s apartment’s parking lot.

“I don’t think you’re quite as gone as you’d like everyone to believe,” Stiles said, eyes narrowing with suspicion as Peter walking into his apartment before Stiles after having waited patiently for the boy to open his door.

Peter looked over his shoulder, wolfy face the picture of innocence as his tongue lolled from his mouth.

“You are a menace,” Stiles accused. He still ran his hand through the fur on his head though, because wow was he soft.

He sent his dad a text telling him they had had a pack thing come up but everything was fine, he’d just be over at Peter’s for a couple days. He was sure his dad would freak out and call him as soon as he woke up and saw it, but it was better than him waking up and freaking out after seeing his son missing with no explanation.

Peter herded Stiles towards the bedroom, letting the boy get comfortable before hopping up and pressing against his side. He snuffled adorably against Stiles chest before leaning up to scent at his neck familiarly. Stiles curled his arms around the wolf, fingers sifting through the soft fur rhythmically.

“I guess we haven’t been quite as good at hiding our relationship as we thought,” Stiles said sleepily, yawning hugely. “Or at least you haven’t, if the whole pack knows I’m your favorite.”

The wolf picked up it’s head to meet his gaze, sending Stiles a look way too intelligent to come from an animal. “You were my favorite before we started a relationship. And besides, it’ll take nothing short of us making out in front of those idiots for them to realize that we’re together.”

“I wish you’d told me about this witch,” Stiles said, frowning even as his eyes blinked slowly, tiredly. 

“There wouldn’t have been a need, if Scott hadn’t stepped in with his foolishness and talked Derek out of doing the right thing.” Peter snapped his jaws angrily and if Stiles had given it much thought he would’ve been impressed at how well they understood each other now, that just Peter’s body language while stuck as a wolf told him exactly what the man meant.

“You know he means well.”

“Him meaning well is going to get someone killed one day.” The wolf’s ear twitched in annoyance and Stiles smiled softly, scratching behind it and snuggling just a bit closer.

“I know you won’t let that happen, Squishywolf,” he murmured. “I trust you.”

Peter preened, nuzzling the boy’s neck and scenting him obviously.

“Hurry up and beat this curse, okay? It’s steak night on Sunday and dad’s going to be upset if you’re too wolfy to help him sneak garlic bread passed me.”

Peter huffed, licking Stiles once and earning a glower as the boy wiped the spit off.

“Dog slobber.” Stiles wrinkled his nose in disgust. “No more of that. Let’s just go to sleep, wolf.”

Peter whuffed in agreement. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Peter.”

The Catch: Part One


You and Bucky were destined for each other, and everyone seemed to know it but you. The day you met Bucky Barnes, you grew closer with your platonic relationship - that is until one night in the heart of New York, things change. While weeks pass of denying anything could ever happen between the two of you, you realize that unconventional love is the best of all.

Notes: Bucky x Reader, tension. Playfulness. Let me know if you’d like a part two!

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Misconceptions-Chapter 2

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut maybe? i may add a little Logan if Ya’ll are into that kinda thing. Sad Bucky. 

 This one physically hurt. i aint gonna lie. Dont hate me. 

Originally posted by oreo-wonderbatch

Tony stares at you, mouth slack “oh Jesus, oh (y/n)” I’m crying now you can get through this (y/n) big girl panties. “ I need to leave T. He can never know, no one can, this is my responsibility” Tony opens his mouth to protest, you hold up your hand silencing him “no Tony I see how he looks at her, he’s undeniably in love with her, its Natasha for fuck sake” you take a deep breath, fresh tears accumulating in your eyes “I’m not Natasha, I’m a freak, A mistake” Bucky’s earlier words echo in your head. Mistake just a mistake “I’ll never be able to give him what she does Tony, and I’m sure as hell not letting a mistake Buck made ruin his relationship. I’m leaving and I need your help T” you shove down the onslaught of emotions, its fraying the edge of your control, you’re losing the ability to keep a lid on your telekinesis and you need to stop. Now or you’re going to have, what you have affectionately labelled in your head as an “episode”. “I need new papers, new passport a new identity. An apartment a new life, I need to get out of here T”

“please Tony I need you to do this for me, I have no one else” you whisper.

He stares at you hard lines decorating his face, you can hear the battle going on inside his head and you know you’ve won. “Alright kiddo, I don’t agree with this but I’ll do as you ask, get your shit together you leave in 3 days” you heave a relieved sigh and throw your arms around him “Thank you tony. Thank you” he gently pries your arms away from him “go pack. Do it quietly. They will suspect” you nod, mentally steeling yourself to make your entrance back into the communal area you’re doing the right thing (y/n), you can’t force him to be with you. He chose Natalia and you are not going to ruin that. Admittedly your inner monologue is not helping and you can feel your carefully crafted façade cracking. You have to do this. You love him. You have to.


“you and Bucky” Nat asks with a sly smirk “me and Bucky?” you counter, “what’s going on there kitty? Are you dating?” you pale, totally unprepared for Nat’s super special spy skills “I uh. we um…I don-” you splutter “Ah come on now (y/n), I’m your bestie dish bitch” motherfucking Natasha. “we aren’t dating Nat. we sleep together, I help with his nightmares, we watch movies and listen to music, he’s a male version of you, but we have sex” you answer, skirting around what’s she’s really asking you “do you have feelings for him? Does he- “she takes a breath “does he have feelings for you” she finally asks, you hear the worry in her tone and feel the affection for her double, you didn’t deserve her, you really didn’t “No natty its jut stress relief. A man like Buck is not going to catch feelings for the first dame to float his way in 70 years” She frowns at you “I wish you would stop doing that kitty. There’s nothing wrong with you” you scoff and turn away missing the relieved look on her face as she contemplates your words.  


Bucky is waiting for you when you return to your bedroom, the face you love so much staring at you, hurt and confusion flicker in his eyes “Kitty” he says in the low baritone that sends shivers down our spine “what’s going on?” he asks “why are ya avoiding me? Did I do somethin’ wrong doll?” his voice cracks on the last syllable, what you’re doing to him breaks your heart but you have to break him, dismantle the friendship you spent years cultivating or he will come look for you, Bucks nothing but loyal. Dude doesn’t know when to quit.

You square your shoulders and muster the most acidic tone you can “what have you done buck? You fucked me for six months, used me, broke me and then threw me away like trash when my best friend finally decided to look at you” you’re shaking now, Bucky’s face falls with every venomous word you hurl at him, pain and anger flashing across his features “I was nothing more to you than a warm body to stick your dick in and soothe your fucked up mind” he stands abruptly, looming over you trying his best to contain his anger “ what the fuck (y/n)! ya agreed! No feelings, no attachment, I didn’ ask ya to feel anything for me, I didn’ want ya to feel anything for me” you suck in a sharp breath “that’s on ya and I won’t apologize for takin what ya offered me so willingly” he’s looking at you straight in the eye, this isn’t your Bucky. You don’t know this man, cold and calculated, indifferent to the obvious pain etched on your face “and why the fuck did ya think this was anything more than a quick fuck, that I wanted anything more from ya?” he spits out through clenched teeth.

“ya aint nothing special doll” Your bottom lip quivers, willing yourself not to cry, not too breath, His face twists in horror as he realizes what he’s said “(y/n) Jesus, no wait I mean-”he desperately tries to back peddle

 “So this is what dying feels like” you think

“Get out. Now. Don’t look at me. Don’t speak to me. I never want to see your face again sergeant Barnes” your voice is flat, calm, devoid of all emotion.

“kitty please, I’m so so- “he pleads “GET OUT JAMES! GET THE FUCK OUT” you’re screeching, sobbing, slamming your fists into his chest “IF YOU WANT TO THROW ME AWAY THEN FUCKING LEAVE YOU SON OF A BITCH”

“(y/n) …” He tries “Get. Out James’ you seethe.

He takes a step towards you, arms outstretched, desperately trying to pull you into his arms “don’ do this, please, don’ shut me out, let’s talk this out baby please i’m sorry” he begs.

“No.” balling your fists. you stare him down and hiss “I aint nothing special Barnes, remember?” You see him break then, the sound that leaves his mouth caught between a gasp and a wail,his face mirroring what your trying so hard not to let out, he physically deflates, shoulders slumping in defeat. You take a morbid sense of pleasure knowing that you have hurt him as much as he hurt you, mistake just a mistake.

He leaves without another word.

You send out your resignation letter the same night.

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Our strange bond

Requests: Open!

A/N: This is for @amarvelouswritings 2.1k followers challenge.
– English is not my maternal language, sorry if this has any grammatical errors.

Prompts:  6) Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.  15) If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you are more stupid than I thought.  37) You’re stuck with me, like it or not.

Summary: A mission goes wrong and some avengers must make a difficult decision, while Bucky and Y/N must be honest with themselves about their strange relationship.

Fandom: MCU.

Genre: Angst, drama, friendship, romance and fluff (a little bit of both).

Warnings: Curse/Swearing, lots of blood, violence, death.

Originally posted by buckingoffthebed

“We’ve to get out of here!” a male voice screamed in the background. “This building won’t hold out any longer!” ordered that man, who seemed to be Steve.

“Captain, cover me!” asked Clint who fired his arrows in every possible direction to bring down all possible HYDRA agents. “The first bomb has detonated, it won’t be long before detonation of the second one.” he said as he finished annihilating the agents.

“Cap, we’re all out, only you are missing.” reported Tony from the outside.

“Well, come on now.” Steve said as he walked out the door. “I’m looking forward to end this mission.”

“Yeah, me too.” Clint said as the arch was placed in his back.

“Hey, Y/N, you’re very quiet.” Bucky said suddenly, who had just left by the other side of the building. “That’s odd, Are you not going to answer me? Did the joke before bother you so much?” Bucky kept asking in a joking tone.

“Y/N, I would kick frosty’s ass if I were you,” Nat defended her friend. “Y/N?”

“Friday.” Tony talked. “What happened to Y/N’s equipment?”

“This gives me a bad feeling.” murmured Clint, who just left the building with Steve.

Steve, Bucky, Nat, Tony and Clint were outside the building looking around for signs of their friend and companion, who wasn’t with them and wasn’t responding neither.

“Her equipment failed when the first explosive detomated, sir.” reported Friday about Y/N.

The faces of all present changed as they heard that.

“Fuck.” Bucky whispered with concern. “I’m coming in!” Bucky said as he headed for the collapsing building.

Steve stopped him. “It’s dangerous, Buck.”

“Friday, localize her.” Tony ordered with anguish.

“Before the detonation she was in the basement, next to the stairs, 20 meters from the bomb, sir.” Friday reported in the usual tone.

“Do you know if she’s alive?” Clint asked in fear of the answer.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what to say to that, Agent Barton.” said Friday. “But considering an explosion of that magnitude, anyone who’s been as close to the bomb as agent Y/L/N was… has no chance of survive.”

They all looked at each other with fear and sadness, the tragedy had taken someone important away from them again.

“Steve.” Bucky spoke to Captain America “Let me go,” ordered “I’m coming in.” he muttered.

Clint looked sadly at his partner “Barnes… There’s nothing we can do.” he said with tears in his eyes.

Bucky let go of his friend’s grip. “She’s our friend! We can’t abandon her! We can’t let her die!” he screamed with anger.

“Bucky…” Nat spoke. “Please don’t…”

“It’s Y/N, she’s my… She’s our friend! I’m not going to consider her dead, not without seeing her first.” Bucky said as he rushed toward the crumbling building.

“Bucky!” called Steve to his friend, but he didn’t stop “Shit.” said before he ran after his friend. “Guys, if you see that we don’t go out… Just leave.” ordered Captain America “And don’t even think about going in.”

Once they entered the building, the two men went straight to the basement and started calling their friend’s name, to find her and get out of there as soon as possible.

“Y/L/N!” cried bucky as loudly as possible “Where are you? Y/N!” he shouted as he approached the blast site.

“Y/N!” the captain called his friend “Y/N!” while he covered his face to not breathe the smoke

“Y-Y/L/N… Y/N!” Bucky kept screaming while he coughed.

A few meters from where the boys were, there was Y/N who was stunned by the explosion. She listened to her teammates shouting at her. They were desperate.

Y/N tried to get up, but a sharp pressure and pain stopped her from doing it. She looked up at her legs and saw she had several tons of debris on the right leg. She tried to free herself, but all she got was more weight to fall on her.

She looked at the rest of her body, she had several wounds and bruises on his arms, torn clothing and an ugly burn on her right side of the body. The burn came from the right side of the abdomen, what Y/N could see, to her trapped leg.

Suddenly she felt a liquid coming down her face, it was blood. She gasped for surprise and leaned back.

Everything started to get cloudy and twirled. Little by little she stopped listening to the voices of her friends, and the only thing she heard was an annoying beep. Suddenly she fainted.

“Barnes!” cried Y/N in desperation,“You’re a pain in the ass!”

Bucky approached her with a mocking laugh “Oh, come on! I just asked you if you’re dating Thor.” he said as he pretended to be innocent. “And you haven’t answered me, are you two dating?” he asked as he followed his companion and entered the common room.

“Ahhg!” Y/N exclaimed as she dropped on the couch “Leave me alone, Barnes!”

“What’s going on?” asked Sam from the other couch.

“Barnes is what’s going on, Sam.”

“What about Bucky?” Wanda who just walked into the room with Tony, Natasha and Bruce, asked.

“He’s always ignoring me when I talk to him, but when he gets bored, the only thing he does is annoys me.”

“I just asked you if you’re dating Thor.” Bucky spoke with a malevolent smile. “And you haven’t answered the question yet.”

“I don’t have to do it.” the girl folded her arms.

“She neither claims nor denies it.” said Tony, “Interesting.”


“For me they are dating.” Sam commented.

“Naah…” said Natasha as she sat with Y/N on the couch. “Thor is not her type.” she winked at her.

Y/N and Natasha laughed at what the redhead meant.

“Oh, I get it then.” Tony pointed out to both of them. “So you two…”

The two women laughed even more.

“No, Tony.” said Bruce shyly. “They’re not together.”

“How do you know that?” asked Sam curiously.

“Well, because Natasha is dating…” Bruce said in a whisper. “We’re together, Nat’s dating me.”

Everyone was impressed, except Y/N who already knew.

“How quiet you were, you little monster.” said Tony gawking.

“So…” Bucky talked “who’s she dating?” he asked with a little bit of jealously.

“Me.” Steve said as he walked into the room.

Y/N winked at Captain America. He did the same thing.

Bucky was speechless.

Later that day, when Y/N left the training room, she was escorted to her room by Bucky, because he had also finished training. All the way to the rooms they were in silence.

The first room was the Super Soldier’s. He said goodbye to Y/N and set off for his own, but Bucky interrupted her.

“Y/N.” called the man and she turned around to see him.“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” she asked.

“For bothering you all day. For the stupid questions.” Bucky spoke as he opened his door.

“Barnes, it’s nonsense. Don’t worry.” she said with a smile. “Good night.” she said as she left.

“I’m glad you’re with Steve.” Bucky said as he saw his mate leaving. “He deserves to be happy.” he said as soon as he walked into his room.

Y/N turned around briefly and saw where the man had gone.

“You really are an idiot.” Y/N whispered before she went to her room. “When will he find out?”

“Y/N.” whispered Steve as he found his unconscious companion on the floor “Oh, my God…” he whispered as he saw how she was.

“Y/N, please…” Bucky said as he bent down to see if she was still alive.“She’s still alive, barely, but she is.”

“Help me remove the debris from her bod.” Steve asked his friend. “We don’t have to much time.”

Both men tried to lift the debris, to free Y/N but it was useless. As they tried again the girl regained consciousness and began to moan and scream because of the pain.

“Shhh…. Shhh…” Steve tried to calm the girl down.“Easy, calm down. Easy.” he said as she stroked her hair to calm her.

“You have to go” she whispered. “go away, please.” Y/N begged as tears streamed down her face.

“No!” Bucky said. “We’re not gonna leave you alone, you hear me?”

Steve looked at his friend and then he looked at Y/N and nodded “Let’s get you out of here.”

Bucky and Steve tried to pick up the debris again, but it was no worthy. Y/N only maoned for the pain that felt.

“It’s useless, please.” Y/N looked at Bucky as she was crying. “Go away, please.”

“We’re not leaving you! Fuck!” Bucky exclaimed desperate. “Don’t insist, please…” he whispered with tears in the eyes.

“There have to be some alternative.” Steve said. “But I can’t think of any one.”

They were silent for a few moments until Y/N came up with an idea.

“I do. I have one.” confessed the girl in fear. “But it won’t be nice.” she looked at Bucky’s knife.

Steve realized what she meant. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no,” he said immediately. “We can’t…”

“Steve,” Y/N called the captain.“It’s the only way I can get out of here, and if you can’t do it… Go. I don’t want you to die here.”

Steve looked at Bucky who was in shock for what they were going to do. There was no choice.

“Please, do it. It’s the only way we can get out of here. Please, Barnes, Steve.”

“All right.” said the captain as he put his hands on his head

“I will do it.” Bucky said with fear.

“No!” said Steve and Y/N at the same time.

“I’ll do it, Bucky.” Steve said decidedly.

Suddenly the building shuddered. The second bomb had detonated, and more debris thrilled to fall.

“Bucky, take my shield and give me your knife.” the blonde man ordered. “Let’s cover ourselves with the shield.”

The young woma look at her two companions who were mentally preparing for what was coming.

“This is not going to be very nice.” Steve said as he prepared. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“I know.” Y/N said as she breathed agitatedly. “I’ll scream.” she sighed. “Well I’ll scream loudly.”

Bucky took his partner’s hand and she squeezed it as she watched him “Squeeze whatever you want.” Sergeant Barnes offered and she nodded.

“Believe me, I will.” she said laughing at the nerves. “Please be quick.”

Steve nodded and wore the sweat off his forehead. “I’ll try.”

Steve made the first cut and the blood began to sprout violently from Y/N’s leg. Bucky closed his eyes trying not to see the terrifying image, but he could still imagine it while listening to his friend’s cries of pain and suffering.

“Barnes!” exclaimed Y/N as she saw her partner who was training with Clint “I need you, please is… Urgent” she said agitated.

“In what way do you need me?” he asked in a mischievous tone.

Clint was stunned to hear that from his friend. Did they ever been like that before?

“Always the same, Barnes.” said Y/N tiredly. “Clint, I need you…” she said, ignoring Bucky.

“I’m still here!” Bucky said bewildered to see that he had been ignored.

Clint laughed when he saw what had just happened “What do you need?” he asked.

“You see, you remember this cafeteria where they made pancakes and waffles?” asked Y/N to hawkeye, he nodded energetically.

“There’s a proposition!” said the young woman enthusiastically.

“A proposition?”

“Yes! And a very good one! If you pick up an escort, you have three desserts at the price of one, and if you bring an older person too… It’s free!” the woman spoke with emotion.

“Come on now!” Clint said as he left.

“Can I come too?” Bucky begged,“I’m old, I’m ninety-something years old!” he reported.

“We have got Steve!”

“See ya, Grandpa!” Clint laughed.

When they arrived at the cafeteria and found a place to sit, Clint began questioning Y/N about his relationship with Bucky. Their relationship was strange. Really strange.

“Be honest with me.” Clint told his friend. “Do you like Barnes? Do you have feelings for him?”

Steve looked curiously at Y/N who ate nervously trying to avoid the questions.

“No way!” exclaimed Clint, interpreting her partner’s nervousness as an answer.

“Since when?” Steve asked intrigued.

“I don’t like him,” Y/N said with her mouth full.

“Y/N?” both men asked at once, she gave up.

“Since a few months ago.” replied the girl after swallowing.

“You should tell him.” Clint suggested.

“Yeah! No! Have you lost your mind?”

“I’m serious. You just have to see each other to realize that you two have something,” Hawkeye said as he chewed.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full” Rogers told Barton.

“Yes, Mother.” Barton mocked to the Captain America. “Listen to me, Y/N/N.”

“I agree with him.” Steve said. “You should tell Bucky.”

“Guys, guys. Barnes has no feelings for me, and yet our relationship is very strange. So no. I’m not gonna ask him out. I don’t want things to get any weirder.”

“Okay, do whatever you want Y/N.” Clint said. “But at least be honest with yourself and what you really want.”

The building was practically collapsed and Clint, Tony and Natasha feared the worst.

“Shit.” Tony whispered in a broken voice.

Natasha looked away to not show her tears. Clint, on the other hand, fell to his knees as he looked at the image. No one could believe what had just happened. His companions had fallen. Bucky, Steve and Y/N, they were gone.

Silence reigned in the place, except for the noise of some debris that kept falling and the sobbing of Natasha, who collapsed from the pain.

“Tony!” they heard someone screaming not far from where they were. “We have to go now!” was Steve running to his team.

They all looked surprised and relieved to see Steve running toward them. Behind him was Bucky with Y/N in his arms.

“Fuck,” Clint said while approaching Bucky and watching Y/N.

They all looked at the youngest of the group, half-dead in Bucky’s arms, who was crying and trembling. They’ve never seen the sergeant like that before.

Clint had been right, about his bad feeling.

Once on the Quinjet, Bucky never separated from Y/N at any time. Everyone was watching the scene, as Bucky cried and took his partner’s hand. No one interrupted to give him some privacy. Everyone knew about the feelings of both of them.

No one said anything, the only thing that was heard was Bucky’s sobs. Suddenly the young woman clutched her partner’s hand, he looked at her with uncertainty.

“Y/N…” bucky said as he stroked her hair. “I’m so sorry… Everything that happened to you.”

She slightly denied and smiled at her partner, to calm him down. “Barnes, it’s okay,” she said before he coughed up blood.

Everyone was alarmed because of that, so they approached.

“Hey, what’s up?” Natasha spoke.

“I’m cold and sleepy…” murmured Y/N with a slight frown.

“Don’t even think about going to sleep!” demanded someone.

“Just… Just a few minutes. I’m very tired.” said Y/L/N without energy.

“Hey, Y/N, You’re stuck with me, like it or not.” Bucky said as he took both hands from his partner. “So don’t fall asleep, okay? Squeeze my hands, you hear me? Squeeze them.”

“Okay…” she whispered as she clenched Bucky’s hands.

Once they arrived to New York, the first thing they did was go to the best hospital in the city where they would take care of Y/N. Wanda and Vision arrived before, they were already waiting for the group to arrive.

“Wanda, I’m sure Y/N will come out of this. She always does.” Vision said, putting her hand on her lover’s shoulder.

“I’m afraid. I don’t want to lose another person I care about. She’s like my sister.” said Scarlett Witch.

Vision hugged her and she hid her face in his neck.

“You know? She’s managed to be like the sister I never had. In some way she reminds me of Pietro.” Wanda spoke as she cried and still hugging Vision.

A few moments later the team reached there with a serious and sad look.

“How’s Y/N?” Vision asked when he saw his companions.

“She was in cardiorespiratory arrest.” Clint said.

“And his wounds? What does she have?” Wanda asked.

“She’s got a burn all over his right part of the body, from the abdomen to… to…” Natasha was trying to inform.

“To the stump” ended up saying Tony. “The only way to save her and get her out of the building was to cut her leg off.” he said with impotence. “The rest are bruises.”

Nobody said anything after that. Silence reigned in the place, again.

“We’re drunk.” admitted Wanda.

“And a lot.” Y/N said with a silly smile.

“Hey… have they noticed we’re missing?” Wanda asked with laughter.

“Naaah. Besides, we’re well hidden…”

“In Tony’s closet.”

“I thought we were in the pantry.”

“We’re very drunk.”

“And disoriented” Y/N gave a drink to the bottle, then she laughed.

“You look like a pig when you laugh like that!” said Scarlett Witch.

“I found them!” Clint shouted after discover the two ladys.

“Wanda grab the bottle and run!” Y/N yelled while throwing a shoe to Clint.

“Hey!” he said as Wanda and Y/N escaped.

Y/N and Wanda split up after leaving Tony’s room. Y/N ran quietly so none of her companions would find her. Everything was fine until she didn’t know how, Bucky was carrying her on his shoulder.

“Friday warns the others that I already have Y/N.” Bucky said as he tried to put up his friend who kept trying to escape.“Tell them I’m taking her to bed.”

“What!? No!” complained Y/N “Don’t be a spoilsport! I was having fun with Wanda!”

“The fun is over for today, miss.” Bucky commented with a smile.

“You’re a killjoy, Barnes! You don’t know what fun is” the young woman protested.

At that moment they arrived to Y/N’s room.

Bucky released Y/N on the bed and gave her a seductive but playful look. “Oh, Doll, I know what fun is. And I know how to have a good time.” he winked.

She blushed. “Barnes…” she said as approached him.

“Y/N…” he imitated her.

“I have something to tell you.” Y/N confessed as she looked his friend in the eye.

“Tell me.” he said as he approached her.

“I… I’d like to know if…” Y/L/N was trying to talk while she finished bridging the gap between them.

Bucky rested his forehead on Y/N’s, who looked at his face attentively. Bucky looked at his companion’s lips and kissed them before he knew it.

The kiss was short but sweet and passionate, with a taste of cake and alcohol.

“I’m sorry…” Bucky said when he broke the kiss. “I shouldn’t have done that. You’ re…”

“Barnes” murmured Y/N. “It’s… Okay, really. It’s Okay.”

“But you and…”

“I love you” Y/N snapped.

“What?” asked the Sergeant with his eyes open for the surprise “You love me?”

“Yeah!” she admitted. “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.” she said playfully as he hugged Bucky.

“Y/N, but you and-”

“Y/N,” Steve said after he showed up.

Bucky looked at his friend and then at Y/N with whom he was hugging. He nodded his head and looked at the young woman. He kissed her on the forehead and went to Steve’s.

“You should put her to bed. She drank.” he said as he looked at Y/N before leaving “Good night,” and Winter Soldier left.

“What happened?” asked Steve approaching Y/N, who was now sitting in her bed.

“He kissed me.” she said. “And I’ve told him I love him.”

“He kissed you?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“And you told him you loved him?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Stop saying that.”

She nodded clumsily. “Yes, Captain.” she said as she was laying down. “Oh captain, my captain.”

“Bucky…” Steve called his friend who was sitting in the hospital hallway. “You should go home and get some rest.”

“It’s my fault,” the brunette man said with a lost stare.

“What are you talking about?” asked the blonde man.

“That she… It’s my fault what happened to her, Steve.”

Steve sat next to him “Of course it’s not, Buck.”

“I made a joke that bothered her. I told her that she couldn’t have us both. She looked at me confused and went to the bomb, unknowingly. Then it detonated.”

Steve squeezed his friend’s shoulder as a sign of support.

“I kissed her, the other night.” Bucky broke the silence.

“I know,” confessed Steve. “She told me.”

“I kissed your girlfriend, Steve,” she said,“I’m… In love with her. I’m in love with your girlfriend.”

Steve hugged his friend tightly. “She’s not my girlfriend, she never was.”

“What? But… you said…”

“It was a joke of ours.”

Bucky laughed a little.

“She may die. Y/N may die.”

“She won’t. She always manages to come back to us.” Steve spoke.

“This better be it. Because I have to tell her something.” Bucky said in tears.

“That you love her?” asked Steve looking at his friend.

“Yeah, that I love her.” Bucky whispered.

Y/N woke up agitated, like she did every night. all she could feel was a little pain. She was very dazed and dizzy from the medication she was taking for pain and healing the wounds.

It’s been two weeks since the altercation.

As she remembered the mission again, a chill invaded her entire body. She remembered the explosion, being trapped and… Asking Steve to cut her leg off.

She lifted up the sheets and was able to confirm that it wasn’t a nightmare. Everything had happened. Everything was real. Very real.

Y/N took her hand to the stump and felt incomplete. A huge emptiness possessed her, but she immediately felt grateful to be alive.

“Y/N?” she heard a male voice calling her.

“Steve…” she said in tears. He ran to hug her.

Steve started crying. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“You can’t sleep, can you?”

“No, actually. I can only think of that mission, Y/N.” he replied as he sat on his friend’s bed.

“It’s not your fault. You did what you had to do. You saved me, Steve.” said Y/N with tears in her eyes. “You saved me.”

“Your leg…”

“I can live without it. I’ll manage to do it.”

“You won’t be able to…”

“To be an Avenger?” asked the young woman to her friend. “I know. But hey.” she took Steve’s face.

“Yes?” asked Captain America with a look of guilt.

“I’d rather not be an Avenger than be dead.”

“Being an Avenger was your dream.” Steve spoke.

“Yeah, it was. But don’t you think it’s about time I fulfilled my other dreams too?” asked Y/N with a smile.

“Like what?” asked Steve calmly.

“I don’t know. Maybe settle down? Adopt a cat? Travelling?” Y/N said with bright eyes as she saw what the future might hold.

“You can do that with… Bucky?” said innocent Steve.

“With Barnes! Steve… He doesn’t feel the same way, he never felt–”

“If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought” Bucky said from the bedroom door.

“Oh, my God. You’ve heard everything. Steve, Barnes heard us.” said Y/N with her hands on her face, dead in shame.

The silence reigned for a few moments.

“I think it’s about time you two talked things over.” Steve said as he walked out the door. “I’ll leave you two alone.” he said before he patted Bucky on the shoulder and then left.

“Hey.” Bucky said as he went to his friend’s bed.

“Hi.” Y/N said shy. “I’m sorry about this. What you’ve heard. Steve just…” she spoke as she looked at Bucky who kept going to her.

Bucky shortened the distance between them and before Y/N could speak he kissed her gently.

“Why?” asked Y/N confused after the kiss.

“I love you too.” Bucky whispered against his friend’s lips.

“I never told you that.” whispered Y/N as she rested her forehead against Bucky’s.

“You did it. I kissed you and then you told me.” Bucky confessed.


“One night, after one of Tony’s parties. You and Wanda hid in his closet and got drunk. I took you to your room, and well, it happened.” Bucky explained with a smile as he remembered that night. “I thought you and Steve were dating and that’s why I didn’t…”

Y/N kissed Bucky this time. Bucky hugged the young woman tightly. They had finally cleared things up.

“Y/N…” the man called her in a whisper.

“Yeah, Bucky?” Y/N questioned as she looked into the man’s eyes.

“This is the first time you’ve ever called me that.” Winter Soldier was surprised, and he smiled at her. “I like it.”

“What were you going to tell me?”

“Well, I was going to ask you.” the sergeant spoke. “I was going to ask you… If you would like to be my best girl?”

Y/N nodded. “I would love to be your best girl, Barnes.”

“Where is the ‘Bucky’ thing?” Bucky asked, pretending to be annoying.

“Hush…” she whispered as she hugged her now boyfriend tightly.

“By the way, Y/N.” Bucky spoke softly.

“Yes? Tell me…”

“I think your dreams of traveling, adopting a cat… They’ll have to wait.“

“Why do you say that?” she asked confusedly.

“Because your dream of being an avenger is not over yet.” Bucky explained to his girlfriend.

“But I do not…”

“I met with T'Challa and he offered to create a new leg for you.” Bucky told her.

Y/N began to cry with emotion. “What? Really?”

“Really.” Bucky kissed her forehead. “He says he owes you for saving him in Vienna.”

“My God…” Both avengers hugged. “I love you.”

“I know. I love you, too.”

“It’s official, they’re together!” Vision said as he passed the wall and walked away.

“What the hell?” Bucky muttered.

“I knew it!” they both heard someone screaming. Clint. “They said ‘I love you’! They’re a couple! They’re really dating!” the Hawkeye exclaimed. “They’re in love!”

“Tony! Tony! Take out the champagne!” cried Sam in somewhere in the compound.

“Damn you, Vision!” Bucky whispered.

“Damn it! Now everyone knows!”

Y/N said leaning her head against Bucky’s shoulder.

The both of them laughed.

Little Beta Chapter 6

Prompt: Liam get’s turned at an early age and he looks at you as his guardian/parent. Plus you’re dating Scott who’s always trying to look after him. (10 year gap between Liam and reader)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) Scott McCall x Reader

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“There’s a good chance I’m going to forget about this later.”

“A shame I can’t stick around, but you know, I don’t want to be arrested.”

“True chaos is best enjoyed with your friends, yes?”

“Good luck can’t run out, can it? I’m going to need all I can get.”

“Now is not the time to argue with me! Now is the time to get out of here while we can.”

“Please, enlighten me. How in the world did you earn the Fae’s respect?”

“The Kingslayer’s Epiphany” Part 1 (Seth Rollins)

Story Content & Trigger Warnings: Some violence, and some fluff.
Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.  
Pairing:  Seth Rollins X Reader

Summary:   When Smackdown invades RAW and you’re kidnapped by the Bludgeon Brothers, Shield members—and Tag Team Champions—Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose prepare for battle at Survivor Series to get you back.  And in the midst of all the chaos, Seth has quite the epiphany.

Word Count: 5809

Note: This is sooo going to require a second part.  It didn’t go as I originally planned, but hey… Ya gotta let your muses do their thing.  I realized, that it was reaching 6,000 words, and I hadn’t even really got Seth to tell Y/N how he felt—or at least not the way I want him to.  So yeah, part 2 will be in the near future.

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Until Dawn Sentence Starters Pt 1

may contain spoilers.

  • ❛ whatever you say, darling! ❜
  • ❛ understand the palm of my hand, bitch. ❜ 
  • ❛ maybe we should start with a little, you know, making out and see where it goes from there. ❜ 
  • ❛ what did you do?!  ❜ 
  • ❛ jesus hot sauce christmas cake. ❜ 
  • ❛ i suspect that SOMEONE is not being entirely honest with me… ❜ 
  • ❛ i know you’re all probably worried about me. ❜ 
  • ❛ wait a second, are you saying we should break in? ❜ 
  • ❛ i don’t think it’s breaking in if you own the place. ❜
  • ❛ maybe if we’re lucky, she’ll follow us out here and get eaten by a bear. ❜
  • ❛ let’s party like we’re fucking porn stars! ❜
  • ❛ do you intend to continue with this elaborate self indulgence? ❜
  • ❛ you want to ruin our fun that bad? well, guess what? you can’t! you can’t ruin our good time. _______ and i are gonna fuck! that’s right! we’re gonna have sex! and it’s going to be hot! so enjoy it, because we will! ❜
  • ❛ you couldn’t buy a loaf of moldy bread with your skanky ass. ❜
  • ❛ that bitch is on crack or something. ❜
  • ❛ i didn’t really figure you for the glass half empty type. ❜
  • ❛ stay out of it, you dumb oaf. ❜
  • ❛ when are you gonna take him/her/them to the bone zone? ❜
  • ❛ get away! get away from me! ❜
  • ❛ you just won’t listen to me, and things seem pretty fucked up. ❜ 
  • ❛ you had so many people who cared about you, who were willing to help, but at every turn you chose to push them away. and now you’re all alone. ❜
  • ❛ no, no, no, not again! ❜
  • ❛ you are a coward! ❜
  • ❛ i don’t take orders from you. you can’t tell me what to do. ❜
  • ❛ okay, i trust you. i trust you. ❜
  • ❛ why didn’t you save me, ______? ❜
  • ❛ come on, it’s okay. ❜
  • ❛ are you sure? ❜
  • ❛ well, i’m not dead yet. ❜
  • ❛ it’s freezing, i can’t feel my fingers. ❜
  • ❛ i’d like to focus on how we’re going to get the fuck out of here, please. ❜
  • ❛ it doesn’t hurt anymore. really. ❜
  • ❛ fuck, i can’t do this. ❜
  • ❛ you did the right thing. ❜
  • ❛ no, there’s no excuse. there’s no excuse for this! ❜
Sanders Sides Starters pt. 1
  • ❛  believe it or not I was quite the nerd in school.  ❜
  • ❛  greeting wonderful citizens! and you nerds.  ❜
  • ❛  the important thing to keep in mind is that nobody is perfect. everyone comes with their own flaws.  ❜
  • ❛  are we bringing up your flaws now ? because if so get ready to take a lot of notes.  ❜
  • ❛  you procrastinate a lot, you can be a bit selfish with your food and your other belongings, you’re definitely not the most adventurous person –  ❜
  • ❛  nope! nope we are not talking about fears. I’m well aware of those.  ❜
  • ❛  wow. that was a surprisingly deep and poignant question.  ❜
  • ❛  where do babies come from ? I know it’s got something to do with storks.  ❜
  • ❛  do you know how often you say you can’t cook ? lot’s of times. do you know how often you try to learn how to cook ? zero times !  ❜
  • ❛  your face is scary !  ❜
  • ❛  which we all know is referred to as adultery !  ❜
  • ❛  you’re a real pizza work.  ❜
  • ❛  ta ta ! I wish you the best of luck in your adultery !  ❜
  • ❛  oh I’m sorry was I not wanted at this exact second ?  ❜
  • ❛  what are you doing different ? what are you doing wrong ? what are you forgetting to do ?  ❜
  • ❛  sorry kid but this is what I do.  ❜
  • ❛  he’s severely lacking in the knowledge department.  ❜
  • ❛  I hear what you’re saying and I do care about that, but here’s the thing: I don’t really care about that.  ❜
  • ❛  oh good ! my anxiety ! right on time.  ❜
  • ❛  all these thought and emotions in complete turmoil ? how could I not show up to this party ?  ❜
  • ❛  get over it. you’re the least popular character and you know it.  ❜
  • ❛  curse you for making me laugh !  ❜
  • ❛  uhg. I do not like you.  ❜
  • ❛  give it up. resolutions are nothing more than empty promises to yourself.  ❜
  • ❛  you sicken me. you can’t always rely on a catchy tune to solve your problems !  ❜
  • ❛  you besmirch the name of disney ? this time you have gone too far !  ❜
  • ❛  really ? this is where you draw the line ?  ❜
  • ❛  he was a very busy prince ! he had a lot on his mind !  ❜
  • ❛  it’s totally fine to believe a random stranger when they tell you to jump out the window when they’ve already broken into your house.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t sign a contract without having your mer-lawyer look over all the fine print and stipulations.  ❜
  • ❛  I just wanna support you in everything you do !  ❜
  • ❛  clickbait works (name) !  ❜
  • ❛  I kept disney channel stars from starving !  ❜
  • ❛  I almost died on a disney channel set !  ❜
  • ❛  talk about the food !  ❜
  • ❛  dad jokes, they work every time.  ❜
  • ❛  can you like, stop, for once in your life ?  ❜
  • ❛  I know your limits, that’s all I was saying.  ❜
  • ❛  what issue ? you’re totally fine.  ❜
  • ❛  he literally has dreams that are delusional and highly unrealistic.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not your son.  ❜
  • ❛  bigger house means more dogs !  ❜
  • ❛  I learned so much today !  ❜
  • ❛  roses are red, violets are blue … sunflowers are yellow, tulips come in all sorts of colors, so do roses – I really like flowers – daffodils are also yellow.  ❜
  • ❛  I know big words too ! … saaaxaphone –  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve got an idea ! don’t. don’t even try.  ❜
  • ❛  that’s not how people work.  ❜
  • ❛  I would like to speak from the heart, but hearts don’t have mouths.  ❜
  • ( laughing ) ❛  well, I’m hopelessly crushed.  ❜
  • ❛  not talk about me ?  ❜
  • ❛  you find out what might be making their life difficult …  and you kill it.  ❜
  • ❛  weddings are nothing but outdated, expensive pageantry.  ❜
  • ❛  plus the diamond industry is incredibly unethical.  ❜
  • ❛  stop. you’re upsetting him.  ❜
  • ❛  I am feeling all types of bad.  ❜
  • ❛  I wasn’t trying to help.  ❜
  • ❛  what are you laughing at Hot Topic ?  ❜
  • ❛  you’re implying that you love us !  ❜
  • ❛  I gotta go bury that dragon witch body.  ❜
  • ❛  home maintenance is not a joke.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m a textbook procrastinator.  ❜
  • ❛  didn’t take you for the dress up type.  ❜
  • ❛  did you actually look in a mirror when you put that on ?  ❜
  • ❛  it can’t be a bad video if you never make one.  ❜
  • ❛  when in doubt, remember that everything we do is all pointless anyways.  ❜
  • ❛  bleak, but I appreciate you trying to contribute.  ❜
  • ❛  elementary my dear … daddy.  ❜
  • ❛  who gave him a knife !?  ❜
  • ❛  (name) and I are playing dress up, (name) is making us question our existence and I found a dollar !  ❜
  • ❛  ha ! I like that nickname and I’m gonna use it now.  ❜
  • ❛  how could you do it ? I trusted you.  ❜
  • ( sighs ) ❛  feelings, the bane of my existence.  ❜
  • ❛  is it because I have a dollar and you don’t ?  ❜
  • ❛  I am the cause of this, but I’m also the solution – to a problem I have caused and will inevitably resolve.  ❜
  • ❛  am I in a paradoxical loop where I endlessly generate a problem and try to solve it like a snake devouring its own tail in order to satiate its hunger !?  ❜
  • ❛  that was dark even for me.  ❜
  • ❛  shush and make a face of agreement like everyone else.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t screw it up !  ❜
  • ❛  you … never want me to stick around …  ❜
  • ❛  MOTHER F–  ❜
  • ❛  get me out of here please. I need to leave.  ❜
  • ❛  bippity boppity boo-yah !  ❜
  • ❛  that’s one of those outbursts that we internalize.  ❜
  • ❛  I know you intended to hurt my feelings, but I AM JUST SO DARN PROUD OF YOU THAT YOU MADE A DAD JOKE !  ❜
  • ❛  I also still maintain my MySpace page. it’ll bounce back.  ❜
  • ❛  I usually go and sit on a surface that isn’t meant to be sat on because when tomorrow comes I will be faced with even more challenges and I am too overwhelmed to be worrying about what ‘is’ and ‘is not’ a chair.  ❜
  • ❛  I basically just listen to The Campfire Song Song from Spongebob on repeat.  ❜
  • ❛  well that was thoroughly and utterly disappointing.  ❜
  • ❛  you know what ? I am done ! I am done here. I am done with all of you.  ❜
  • ❛  he misused the word infinitesimal last week !  ❜
  • ❛  don’t patronize me.  ❜