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@thunderboltsortofapenny said: No no let’s do this! Why would steve need to be fake married. Or why would bucky need to be fake married to Steve. We need a reason. #Viper do the thing #It’ll be fun!

So I did the thing, and it’s stupid and terrible, but here, have it:


Bucky’s an EMT. Normal guy, just living his life, trying to help where he can. And then one day, all of a sudden, the aliens are invading NYC, and Bucky’s out there helping, right in the middle of the danger zone because of course he is.

There’s a fight going on, and a bunch of freaks in weird suits seem to be fighting the aliens, but Bucky doesn’t have much time to focus on anything other than all the people in dire need of medical attention. He does what he can to help, grabs the first metal bar he can find and fights only the aliens getting in his way, and works himself to exhaustion. Then there’s a blast, and it sends a man flying right into the wall next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky asks, rushing to help him, and though Bucky could’ve sworn the blow was hard enough to crush anyone’s ribs, he’s surprised to see the man–who must’ve been on his way to a costume party–stand up practically unscathed.

He’s got broad shoulders and a strong jaw and eyes of the prettiest shade of blue Bucky’s ever seen, and even with his face covered in soot and grime and blood, Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

For a few seconds the man seems a bit disoriented, then he finally registers Bucky’s presence. “What are you doing here?? Get out of the streets!”

“I was–” Bucky starts, and is cut off by an explosion right above their heads and a bunch of debris raining down on them, and a hand shoving him aside.

When he comes to, which is a surprise in itself, the dust has started to clear, and the man who’s clearly saved his life is carrying him as if he weighed nothing, concern in those beautiful eyes and a big, warm hand pressed tenderly against Bucky’s neck, checking for a pulse.

He locks eyes with Bucky and sighs in relief, the hint of a smile on his plush lips, but the hand remains where it is. “Hi,” he says. “You all right?”

“Y-yeah… Thank you,” Bucky replies, but he doesn’t move to free himself of the man’s arms. His stomach is doing something weird, and the man surely has other people to rescue, but for a few seconds they both just stay there, shell-shocked and staring at each other like the world around them has stopped.

Then something blows up nearby, and the spell is broken.

Carefully, the man helps him to his feet, makes sure Bucky’s in one piece, and then says, “Find shelter, okay? Stay inside.”

Bucky’s not planning to, but he can’t find it in him to tell that to this incredible man, so he slowly licks his lips and nods. Before turning around to leave, the man offers him a small, shy smile.

- - - - -

During the next few weeks after the Chitauri attack on NYC, every single piece of footage of the Avengers fighting against the aliens and helping civilians goes viral. Phone videos, security cameras, blurry pics.

The most popular, by far, is a snapshot of Captain America carrying a guy, who can be seen fighting aliens and helping people in other videos, bridal style, thumb caressing his jaw, and both looking like lovestruck teenagers.

Bucky can’t go to the grocery store or even do his job without being stalked by the paparazzi or Cap’s groupies or just random people wanting to know what his Avenger name is, and for how long he’s been dating Captain America.

- - - - -

“You’ve ruined my life!!” Bucky tells him, because of course, of course Captain America would pick Bucky’s park for his morning run. Of course Bucky’d slip on wet leaves on the pavement precisely this morning, and of fucking course Captain America would just happen to be around to catch him at just the right time. Bucky’s seeing red.

“I’m sorry,” Captain America says, and it’s extremely unfair just how genuine and how much like a kicked puppy he looks.

Christ, Bucky wants to punch him.

- - - - -

Steve’s been living in PR hell.

He’s spent the past weeks “saving” girls and boys alike from getting hit by a bicycle, or fainting, or a fuckton of equally stupid shit.

The second anyone spots Captain America, there’ll suddenly be some kind of dangerous situation going down, and someone hoping Cap will carry them bridal style to safety and maybe fall head over heels in love with them in the process.

Steve is tired and done and ready to get back in the ice for another few decades, and shares Pepper’s worries that someone might actually put themself in real danger soon.

“We should handle this before it gets worse,” Nat says. And Steve agrees, of course, but he just doesn’t know how.

“Just marry the guy,” Clint suggests.

Steve almost chokes to death on his own spit.

“WHAT?”

Clint shrugs. “Why not? Half the world already thinks you’re dating…”

“Clint, he hates me…”

“Only cause people keep pestering him about this. If you two get married it’ll be a circus, but then it’ll blow over. He can’t even do his job right now, right? So you pay the guy for the trouble, yadda yadda, then when this is over you two get a quick divorce, and that’s it. Problem solved.”

For two minutes, no one else opens their mouth. Then:

“He’s got a point…”

“Tony, no,” Steve whines.

“You saw the footage, how he was helping those civilians… If you have to marry someone, he’s not a bad candidate,” Nat says, and then smirks. “Plus, he’s cute.”

Steve already knows he’s lost this battle, but that doesn’t help him feel any better about this. Yes, he’s cute. Yes, he’s a brave and kind and smart guy. Yes, Steve could very easily pretend to be married to him for a while and yes it’d help them both. None of that’s the problem.

The problem is that he kind of really likes the guy.

The problem is that the guy hates him.

This is a really, really bad idea.

haikyuu!! fic rec

i’ve been consuming unreasonable amounts of hq!! fic these past few months… here’s a rec list of ~70 fics for 16 ships. 

(edit: if the links aren’t working, right-click to open the fic in a new tab. sorry;;)

❤ = favorite

❤ ❤ ❤ = god-tier 

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Bokuto/Akaashi (otp: my head, his heart)

the better boyfriend battle by norio (M)  ❤

Summary:  It’s two days after their first date anniversary, so Bokuto ruins Akaashi’s life.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (G)  ❤

Summary:  In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

Karma by dgalerab (T)

Summary: Akaashi pulls a muscle and Bokuto offers to help him with yoga. Akaashi knows a bad idea when he sees it, and he really only agrees because he’s suddenly acquired a deeply rooted desire to see Bokuto do yoga.For multiple reasons.

Maybe We’re Airborne, Baby by sterlinglee (T)

Summary: Realizing he’s got it bad for his setter is the easy part. Getting his feelings across might be the hardest thing Bokuto’s ever done, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and he wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything (especially the smoking remains of a cake he baked before he really understood his feelings, but knew that it’s what you attempt with your own two hands that matters).

snowflakes by arsenicjay (T)

Summary: Bokuto is a simple wizard with simple needs; a nice date, a little romance, and he’s all good to go.Or, Akaashi and Bokuto spend a day in Hogsmeade just before Christmas.

stating the obvious by ThinkingCAPSLOCK (G)

Summary:  There’s a lot of things Bokuto isn’t sure about now that he’s in university. His program, his new team, his future. There’s only one thing he’s absolutely sure of. He is not dating Akaashi Keiji. Not even a little bit.

Year-Round Love by masi (G)

Summary:  In his first year of university, Bokuto realizes that he really adores Akaashi.

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Don’t Say Anything (part 4)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: ye good ol’ angst

A/N: Welpsssss ‘Don’t Say Anything’ won over ‘Tainted Love’ I’m sooorrryyyyyy. Anyways, I hope ya enjoy! Will edit lateeerrrrr


Two weeks have flown by since the day at the zoo and you’ve kept your distance from both Bucky and Nat. You didn’t completely shut them out, just anytime they wanted to do something with you, you’d make up some believable excuse.

You spent most of your time in your room being a depressed fish, the other members of the team coming to check up on you every now and then. It sucked. Why must feelings exist?

“Hey kiddo,” you can hear Tony say from the other side of the door.

“Come in.” you sigh, laying on your side, wrapped up like a burrito. You feel like trash and you look like trash.

The door opens and Tony frowns. “Dinners ready. You’re eating with us. I won’t take no for an answer.”

“But-”

“I won’t take no for an answer.” he repeats.

You sigh. “Why do you hate me so much.”

“I don’t hate you, I love you which is why I’m making you come out and eat with us.” he gives you a small smile. “Come on, I’m tired of seeing you so sad. You hardly come out of your room now, what’s going on?”

He shuts the door and sits down on the floor in front of you.

“Nothing.”

“If it wasn’t nothing I wouldn’t be sitting in here with you right now, so tell me.”

“I just - I don’t want to talk about it.” you shut your eyes. “Please don’t make me talk about it.”

The last part came out as a whimper and it made Tony frown even more. He moved the blanket from your head and threaded his fingers into your hair. “I won’t make you talk about it. But just know that I’m here if you want to talk. I won’t judge you or anything.”

You hum as he scratched your head softly. “You’re such a dad.”

Tony chuckled. “A good looking dad, right?”

“You wish.” you scoffed.

Tony smiled and stood up from the floor, removing his hand from your head in the process and causing you to open your eyes. “Come on, I’ll even serve you your plate.”

“Is this a trick?” you question.

“I know, I know, I’m actually being nice for once, call the police.” he playfully rolled his eyes. You laugh and sit up, wrapping your little blanket over your head. You follow Tony into the kitchen where everyone was, talking and what not. No one had sat down at the table yet so you make your way over to a chair and sit down, clutching your blanket tighter to your body.

Bucky and Natasha were sitting on the couch only a few feet away, sitting ever so close to each other. You wanted to go back to your room. You wanted to be anywhere but here - anywhere as long as those two weren’t there. Your heart was broken enough.

“Alright you little assholes, come sit down, dinners ready!” Sam announced. Bucky and Nat look over their shoulders and when Bucky sees you he stands up, quickly making his way over to you to claim the seat beside you. You don’t look at him. You can’t. But you know he’s looking at you.

Natasha sits down in front of you and you want to melt into a puddle. How are you supposed to survive this dinner with Bucky next to you and Natasha in front of you? Does the world really hate you that much?

You watch everyone serve themselves, talking about god knows what, you’re tuning everyone out. You just want to get this over and done with so that you can go back to your room and wrap yourself up into a burrito again. Tony places a plate in front of you, telling you to eat and you sigh.

While everyone seemed to be engaged in a conversation about something, you stay quiet, eating your food. As if the gods above didn’t want it to go that way, Bucky leans in towards you.

“What’s going on, baby doll?” he says for only you to hear.

“Nothing, why?” you respond, continuing to pick at your food.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks, Y/N. Are you purposely ignoring me?”

“I’ve been busy, James.” you sigh.

“So you are ignoring.” he nods. “That’s just great.”

You roll your eyes. “Not everything is about you, Bucky.”

“It’s the guy huh? The one you like?”

He’s looking at you and god do you want to look at him too. But you can’t or else you’ll break down and you can’t break down. Not in front of everyone. Not during dinner.

Bucky scoffed. “I can’t believe you’re still sulking about this asshole, Y/N.”

“You don’t understand, Bucky.” you try to remain calm. “I’ve liked this guy for years. It’s gonna take a while till I’m over him.”

“Will you just tell me who he is? I just wanna talk to him.” he says and you shut your eyes.

“Can we just not talk about it, please?” again, you whimper. Bucky feels a bit of anger towards this guy.

“Alright, we won’t talk about it, for now.” he nods. “On another note, Nat and I have an announcement.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah so say tuned.” he then cleared his throat. “Guys, Nat and I have something to say.” and it was quiet. They all looked at Bucky, waiting for him to go on. He looks at Nat and smiles. “We wanted to tell you guys when we were all together.” Bucky licks his lips. “Nat and I are dating.”

And just like that, you lost all hope. You felt sick. You didn’t want to be there anymore. You didn’t want to be that close to Bucky or that close to Natasha. Congratulations went around as well as “finally!” and you felt even more sick.

You quickly stand up, grabbing everyone’s attention before muttering something about not feeling good. Without waiting for a response from someone, you make a beeline for your room, shutting the door and rushing into the bathroom. You hold onto the sides of the sink and breathe. In and out, in and out. You splash some water on your face and take a deep breath.

You should have just stayed in your room. Why didn’t you just stay in your room? You can’t get hurt in your room, your room loves you. Chewing on your bottom lip, you exit the bathroom, being startled by Wanda who was sitting down on your bed.

“Shit Wanda, you scared me.” you breathe out, clutching your chest. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s Bucky.” she says. Your blood runs cold.

“Wh-What?”

“The guy you like, it’s Bucky.” she spoke and your eyes swell with tears.

“How did you find out?”

Wanda stands up. “Please don’t be mad at me.” she says. “After you ran off, I knew something was wrong. I hate seeing you so sad and broken, Y/N. You’re my best friend. So I.. Listened in on your thoughts.”

“That’s an invasion of my privacy, Wanda!” your tears fall from your eyes.

“I know but I wasn’t going to sit around and watch you be sad, Y/N. You were never going to tell me any of this. I want to help because I hate seeing you sad.” she responds. Your lip quivers.

“I don’t know what to do.” you cry, eyes blurring with tears. Wanda engulfs you. “Why am I not good enough? Is there something wrong with me? Am I not attractive? I’ve been there for him since day one, Wanda. I thought he liked me, at least a little bit. But of course, he likes Nat. Everyone does. I was so stupid to think that-”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t talk like that.” she tells you. “Don’t do this to yourself, Y/N. Don’t put yourself down. There’s someone out there who’s dying to be with you, you just have to wait it out. Don’t let this affect the rest of your life.”

You hold back a sob. “I hate feeling this way. Everything hurts.”

“I know.” she sighs, rubbing your back. “I know.”

The two of you stay like that for a bit while you calm down. It seems like all you’ve been doing is crying. You hate it. Suddenly your door opens, standing there is Bucky, a worried look etched on his face.


A/N: I know these parts are really short but just bear with me okay? Anyways, tell me what ya think.

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Imagine your water breaking while arguing with Chris.

A/N: Part 4, yo. Hehe, even the cutest of couples fight. Read the previous parts of this chapter here (‘Memory Lane - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3’), and the first two chapters of the whole series here ('Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts and Baby Fever - Masterlist’) Enjoooooy. X

You strolled to the kitchen with Dodger trailing behind you, tail wagging excitedly for his breakfast. You looked down at him and smiled, but that smile faltered when you entered the kitchen. You walked in and immediately sighed; Chris’ little get together with his friends last night left the kitchen and the living room- where Chris had spent his night- a complete mess.

You should have been used to it by now, it was always the same deal when the game was on; Chris and his buddies will drink a little too much, eat a bunch of crap, and yell at the TV until their wives/girlfriends called them home, and in Chris’ case- until he passed out on the couch. Usually you’d help with the clean up, make some coffee and breakfast to help him with his hangover, but today you weren’t having any of it.

In your defense, you were nine months pregnant and due any day now; your feet were swollen, your back was aching, and you were just- tired of being pregnant. The last thing you needed was a messy house to deal with, especially when it wasn’t your mess to clean.

“Get up,” you tossed a roll of garbage bags at Chris and he groaned, rolling from his stomach onto his back. “I don’t care how hungover you are, you’re going to get up and clean your mess up.” He opened his eyes and quickly winced at the sunlight peeking through the curtains, groaning louder than before. “I mean it, get up.” You struggled but you managed to nudge him with your foot.

“What time is it?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

“Time to get up and clean,” you bit with narrowed eyes. “How can four guys can make such a huge mess?” You looked around and shook your head, annoyed and disgusted. “I mean- is it really that hard to put your beer bottles and burger wrappers in the bin as soon as you’re done with them?” You continued to lecture your husband, who had sighed and sat up. “It’s not even that far away, Chris. You guys do this almost every weekend and I’m sick of it, either tighten up or go to a bar and watch the game.”

“Sweetheart-” Chris tried to reason with you but you didn’t give him much of a chance.

“Don’t call me sweetheart until you clean up your mess,” you stormed out of the living room, leaving him and Dodger behind. “Now, Chris!” You called as you made your way up the stairs so you didn’t have to look at the chaos that was your house.

“If she kills me, buddy,” Chris whispered softly to Dodger. “Just know that I love you.” He reached out and tried to pet Dodger but got barked at instead; the pup was on your side, as he’d been since the day he met you. “Seriously?” He frowned at Dodger who padded out of the living room to join you upstairs. “You know you’re my dog, right?” He called after Dodger then sighed and grabbed the roll of garbage bags you’d thrown at him earlier. 

• • • • • • • • 

Chris made sure he made downstairs spotless before he went upstairs to you and Dodger; the two of you sat on the bed while you work on your latest script. You didn’t have to look up to see Chris standing in the doorway, trying to assess your mood before he approached. You spoke without taking your eye off your laptop, “is my kitchen a kitchen again?”

“Is my wife my wife again?” He retorted, trying to be cute but coming off more smart-assy than cute. You looked up and shot him a dirty look; he pressed his lips together and winced. “Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

“I don’t know if you realize this, Chris, but I am pregnant.” You began, closing the lid of your laptop. “It is an incredibly exhausting thing to be, not that you’d know.” You bit and he sighed. “The worst part is- I’m not doing this for myself.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself; it wasn’t true but you were just incredibly wound up. “You’re the reason I’m having a child, the least you can do is be a little more considerate.”

“Hold up,” he frowned as he pushed himself off the doorframe. “Did you seriously just say that?” You did, and you didn’t mean it, but you were too stubborn to take it back. “I’m not the one who made the call, Y/N. I told you I wanted a child but not if you weren’t ready for it. I was fine waiting until you were, and you told me you were and now you’re suddenly 'not doing this for yourself’? Are you kidding me?”

“Ugh,” you groaned as you rose to your feet, “shut up, Chris. Aren’t you just the perfect gentleman? I’ll wait until you’re ready, Y/N,” you mocked him. “You and my mom manipulated me into being ready, I was still thinking but you kept pushing and pushing until I couldn’t take it anymore. Why else would a person like me agree to have a child?!”

“A person like you?” He chuckled and scoffed at the same time. “What is that even suppose to mean? You don’t even hate children, Y/N. I know you, a lot better than you know yourself, and being pregnant has made you happier than I’ve ever seen you before. You want this, you were just too afraid of change as per usual.”

“You know me better than I know myself?” You quizzed rhetorically. “If that is so, you wouldn’t have left the house the way you left it.” You bit and he groaned. “Oh stop groaning, you jerk. This fight is your fault, if you’d just cleaned up last night then we wouldn’t even be having this fight.”

“What’s the difference, Y/N?” He narrowed his eyes at you. “It’s not like I was going to just disappear the next morning. And I’ve already clean it all up, so why are you still yelling at me? I get it, okay? I was inconsiderate. You’re pregnant and tired and you shouldn’t have to deal with all of it. I’m sorry, I won’t leave the house like that anymore. Happy now?”

“Happy now?” You scoffed. “You call that an apology? Oh my God, you’ll be the-” You were cut off when you felt and heard a soft pop, then a gush of warm fluid rushing down your legs. “Oh no,” your hand moved to touch your belly. “No no no,” you breathed and looked up at your husband.

“What is it?” His tone softened as he took a step towards you, taking your hands in his as his eyes narrowed with deep concern. “Are you in pain?” You shook your head with your lips slightly parted, still unable to speak because you were in shock. “Hey, talk to me.”

“My water just broke.”

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anonymous asked:

Honestly after all these years I'm still disappointed Sakura never had a showdown against sasuke. Like at least then I could've respected sasusaku a bit more? All I needed was for her to just put her foot down ONCE against him and just say "NO". I feel like it would've been much better development for Sakura's character. Imagine at the kage summit instead of naruto swooping in to save her she could've just reached up and grabbed sasuke's wrist and like kicked him off of her or something!

NB to people who may or may not find this in search: since the Anon already wrote “sasusaku” this might show up if you search “sasusaku”, that’s not my fault. I’m not crosstagging intentionally. I suggest searching with the # in front, this is a little thing that will generally improve your results when searching. Anti-SS content follows!

One thing I’ve noticed about people who are sincere SS shippers and create fan content (not dark content, that is, happy content) is that Sakura is herself, that is, she’s the Sakura we recognize from when Sasuke isn’t around, instead of just being a blushing, submissive mess 24/7, like she is in canon whenever she interacts directly with Sasuke.

I don’t think Sakura was ready to face down Sauce at the Kage summit–either in terms of her emotional development or her ninja strength–but oooooh did I want Sakura to get angry when Sasuke pulled that “Kakashi, you’re as useless as Sakura now” bullshit. Like… excuse me, Mr. Won the Genetic Lottery, Powered Up on Ninja Steroids, and Blessed By a Literal God, sorry that Sakura didn’t get any of those deals, but if you weren’t paying attention, Naruto would be dead if it wasn’t for Sakura, and if Madara injures you, what exactly the fuck are you planning on doing? Karin ain’t around for you to bite.

Like… when people say “Oh, Sasuke is being harsh, but he’s just telling it like it is” NO. Have none of you played MMORPGs? If so, and you play a wizard-class character who is a glass cannon, do y’all tell the pure healer character before you go into a boss battle “Shut up, I’m directing here, you’re useless”?

No, you don’t do that, because healing is not useless, what the actual fuck is everyone smoking, everybody knows you kill the cleric first!!!!

Anyway I just want Sakura to have some fucking self-respect after all she’s worked for and all she’s accomplished WITHOUT genetic superpowers OR perverted snake bastards giving her drugs OR literal alien gods giving her power-ups and say “FUCK YOU, Sasuke, if you were a REAL leader who had an ounce of intelligence, you’d realize that I am extremely useful in this situation and you damn well should be GLAD that you have a healer around at all, let alone a healer that also can tank FFS.”

But we don’t get nice things.

And then we get Naruto Gaiden, where not only does Sakura not push to contact Sasuke and demand he teleport home every couple of years to see his kid for half an hour–is that too much to ask?–but gives absolutely no pushback when he publicly snubs her request for a goodbye kiss, hardly an unreasonable request to make of the supposed love of your life whose kid you’ve been raising solo for a decade. “Oh but Sasuke isn’t like that.” Bitch, Sakura is like that, why can’t Sakura’s emotional needs in this relationship ever come first? Why can’t Sasuke bend even the tiniest amount for her, when she’s folded so much for him she’s practically origami?

Anyway. I don’t hate the SS in the ending because of who is in it, and I definitely don’t hate SS shippers; I hate canon SS because of how it’s written, because of what is actually on the page in the manga. More than anything else, canon SS feels like a punishment of Sakura for friendzoning Naruto and a warning to all girls who might friendzone Nice Guys. “Don’t be like this,” Kishimoto warns. “See what happens if you choose the handsome asshole?”

366 Days - Part One

Story Summary: Dean Winchester was the love of your life; and you were the love of his life. That’s why he sold his soul to save you, two years ago. By the time you and Sam had learned he’d done this, it was too late. And now with Dean gone, you and Sam were left to make it through without him. As time passes, you and Sam grow closer. But is Dean really gone forever?

Request: If your still taking requests I have one. I don’t care which brother you use for which role but maybe you could do one where the reader is with one of the brothers and he dies and she goes and takes up with the other after a while for comfort and because she trusts him but then the first brother comes back from the dead? All the angst and smut you can jam into it. Thanks! I love your writing!
-Requested by Anon

A/N: Once again, a request has triggered the writing of a series!!! I hope you all enjoy this one!!!! <3

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (eventual)

Warnings: language, graphic character death

Word Count: 1.4k

366 Days MASTERLIST


July 7, 2008

11:36pm

Dean practically broke down the motel room door upon his rushed entrance, causing you and Sam to stand up. He didn’t need to say anything for either of you to know that something was wrong. There was a look of panic on his face, along with a look that told you he’d done something. He was just supposed to be out getting something for you all to eat.

“What the hell, man?” Sam asked him, closing his laptop.

Dean shook his head shamefully and kept his eyes trained on the wall behind you and Sam- “Look, I’m sorry I kept this from you guys..”

“Dean-” you started in a warning tone, but he held his hand up as if to shush you, which only pissed you off.

“Y/N, remember whenever you almost died during that hunt a couple years back..when you were in the hospital?”

“What the hell did you do?” you spat. You didn’t like what he was hinting onto. He wouldn’t.

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Pressure: Part Two

Part One

Bucky Barnes x Reader

                                                    Summary:

For nearly two years you were classified as Bucky Barnes’ Best Friend, but a sudden change of living arrangements in the summer heat changed the whole game plan. (I suck at summaries)

Words: 3,257

Notes: Fluff, Angst

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Home, Part Three

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst 

A/N: This was only suppose to be a very long one shot. No beta this time.

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?  

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His lips were soft against yours and for a brief moment in time, everything felt amazing. You felt like a 16 year old girl again, having her first kiss. You opened your mouth and he slipped his tongue in, his hand slid up your back. And then it hit you. You weren’t some kid anymore, you were a grown ass woman making out on a balcony, for anyone to see.

You pulled away gently, trying hard forget the familiar taste. “Peter, what the hell.”

“Come on, it’s me,” he slinked his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. “It’s us.”

“We can’t be doing this,” you argued releasing his grip from your waist. “This is insane.”

Peter smirked at you,“This is because of Cappy, isn’t it?”

“This has nothing to do with Steve!”

“It does, you little shit,” Peter laughed softly. “You have the hots for him. Yada, yada. But you can’t tell me you haven’t missed me all this time.”

Your eyes flickered to the glass door and back to Peter. “Of course I’ve missed you. I miss you everyday. I miss home. But what are we doing here?”

He ran a hand through his tussled up hair. “We’re being us.”

“What does that even mean?” you protested.

Peter groaned obnoxiously and looked up to the night sky. “You make everything so damn difficult.”

“Fine!” you growled, crossing your hands against your chest. “Say we did ‘us’. What does that entail? I’m an Avenger, Peter.”

“We could make it work,” he argued with a steady voice.

“Talk about a long distance relationship,” you snide sarcastically. “I like being with the person I’m with. I like talking walks in the park and watching movies. Cooking dinner together, just being a couple. Can you give me that Peter?”

“Can you?” you repeated in a hushed whisper.

You watched him process everything you said, his eyes looked off into the distant, toward the city lights. His hands were folded against his chest and you thought you lost him for good. Peter didn’t like being given ultimatums. Didn’t like being pushed into things, everything with Peter had to happen organically. For someone who did a lot of things on the whim, when it came to his feelings, he was rock steady.

Feelings.

You glanced down at your hands, trying to figure out what your feelings were. Of course, you loved Peter. Always have and always will. But did you really want to try a honest to god real relationship with him? What about Steve? You weren’t in love with him, but the possibility was there. He was kind, sweet, and frankly, perfect. The two of you had some sort of connection from day one. But was it enough? Could it ever compare to what you have with Peter?

“I don’t know,” Peter whispered to you, defeat in his voice. His hands fell to his side and when his moss colored eyes fell upon you, you saw regret. You stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, he gave you a small smile.

“I love you,” you said calmly leaning into his chest. You didn’t want to fight with him, not when your time together was limited. He kissed your forehead and grabbed your hand, the other went to your waist. You laughed as he started to sway the two of you back and forth, he hummed that familiar song and you knew then, everything would be fine.

“I love you, you little shit,” Peter grumbled under his breath. “Come on, let’s go play some more pool.”


“I told you she’d be the first to pass out,” Bucky laughed out in a whisper, gesturing for Steve and Peter to turn around. The two men turn from the pool table, huge smiles form on their faces; you were sleeping on the small love seat facing them. It had been hours of drinking and playing pool, you had opted to watch from the couch where you promptly passed out. Your hand was tucked under your arm, your chest heaved up and down slowly. Both men move forward to you, but Steve hesitated in his steps. Peter tried to hide his victory grin and strolled over to you; he kneeled down and sighed softly.

“Hey, Y/N,” his hand brushed hair from your face. You groaned and subconsciously pushed a hand to Peter’s chest.

“Petey, Yondu’s going to kill you,” your eyes were shut as you murmured in your sleep. Peter laughed and looked over his shoulder; Steve’s eyes went to the floor, he gripped the pool cue in his hand.

“Gah, you know I hate when you call me that,” Peter moved his hand under your side, “Come on, I’ll take you to bed.”

Your eyes opened slightly, a younger version of  Peter met you with a soft gaze. 

“Yondu’s going to get mad, Peter.”

“Yondu is not going to find out, come on. I want you to listen to something,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his small living quarters. You crawled into his twin bed after him, resting your head against his chest. He placed his headphones around your head so they were snuggled against your ears; his fingers pressed the play button on his walkmen.

“What is this?” you questioned, looking up at him. He placed a finger on his lips, signaling you to shush and just to listen for once in your damn life. You sighed and rested back on his chest, your fingers made circles into his white shirt.

“I’m not in love, so don’t forget. It’s just a silly phase I’m going through..”

The smile faded from your mouth, fingers stopped tracing circles into his chest. You fought the urge to storm out and continued to listen to the song.

“I keep your picture. Upon the wall. It hides a nasty stain that’s lying there.So don’t you ask me

To give it back. I know you know it doesn’t mean that much to me. I’m not in love, no no, it’s because…”

Peter’s hand played with a strand of your hair, his eyes looked up at the ceiling of the room. He listened to the muffled lyrics of the song from the headphones and wandered if you understood.

“Ooh you’ll wait a long time for me. Ooh you’ll wait a long time..”

You did understand. Your hand slipped off the headphones and you pulled away from his chest and move onto his body. You straddled his hips and caressed his baby face, Peter looked up at you with a smile.

“I love you, Peter Quill.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“I’m going to put her to bed,” Peter held you up in his arms, tight against his firm chest.

Steve placed his pool cue down and nodded, “Her room is a floor up. I can take her if you want.”

Peter glanced over at Bucky, who couldn’t contain the smug look on his face. “No, I’ll just take her to my room, it’s down the hall. Night dudes.”

Before Steve could object, Peter left the rec room and headed to his temporary quarters. The Captain ran a hand over his face and looked to his friend.

“Don’t start with me, Buck,” he warned.

Bucky held up his hands in defense, “I haven’t said a word.”

“The look on your face says enough,” Steve sat on the edge of the pool table, crossing his hands against his chest.

“Listen punk,” Bucky snapped moving to his side. “You have feelings for Y/N, you better do something about it soon.”

Steve’s face hardened as he stared at Bucky, “What am I supposed to do? Look at the way those two are together.” He ran a hand over his face and hung his head. “ You know, I saw them kissing earlier, on the balcony.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean shit. So they have history. Figure something out or else you better forget her, because Peter’s about a 100 points ahead of you my friend.”

“Easier said than done,” Steve murmured.

“You’re Captain freaking America. That girl’s a fool if she doesn’t pick you. Beside, do you really think she’s going to go for the whole ‘boyfriend in outer space’ thing?”

Steve chuckled, “Do you think she’ll go for the whole ‘99 year old boyfriend’ thing?”

A mischievous smirk fell across Bucky’s face as he reached over and patted his best friend’s shoulder. “Only one way to find out.”


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Bertie Bott’s Beans (Soulmate AU)

request: GIMME JAMES POTTER SOULMATE AU

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Imagine craving something that you don’t even like to eat. Suddenly you’re dying for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, even though you’re allergic to peanut butter. Or that you’ve never had chicken teriyaki but you want to eat it immediately. This is what it likes to have a soulmate-well not exactly. Everyone in the world is assigned a soulmate and the only way your connected to them is in the most cheesiest and dreadful way: you crave what they are currently eating. No matter what it is or how gross or delightful, you need to have it. 

It’s very hard to pinpoint who your soulmate may be. Besides the fact that it could literally be anyone, sitting at the Gryffindor table at Hogwarts where hundreds of students are eating the exact same thing, doesn’t make it any easier to pick out people. 

“Ugh James don’t hog the potatoes, they look so good!” You exclaimed as you reached over the table where James practically took captive the mashed potatoes. You gladly scooped some on your plate and ate it, keeping up conversations with you best friends.

“Hey (Y/N), what day should we go for our HoneyDukes Tradition?” Marlene said.

“What’s that?” Sirius practically yelled over the table with his mouth full of food. You gave him a disgusted look and than chuckled.

“I feel like you guys ask us this every year. Ever since our first year, the day before all of us leave for the summer, we go to Honeydukes and stash up on candy and just reminisce on the school year.” You explained while cutting up your steak. 

“Can we join?” James asked hopefully as the three other boys looked at you hopefully.

“Yeah ha-ha, in your dreams Potter.” Lily responded while she rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face. 

“Yeah sure, why not.” You responded. You heard a shrill like “What?” coming from the redhead next to you. “Oh come on! They’re our best friends, we should include them.”

You leaned closer over to her and whispered only so she could hear, “Plus, maybe they’ll pay for our candy.” Lily straightened herself out and looked at the boys.

“Yeah sure, you guys can tag along.” The four 5th year boys cheered and continued on with their dinner. 

(two days later)

“You know, I never realize how much I hate packing until the end of the year when I just want to throw everything into my suitcase and be done.” Alice exclaimed, sending a light kick to her suitcase. 

“The quicker you get it done, the earlier we can go to HoneyDukes before we run into the whole school there and fight for Fizzing Whizzbees or who should get the last Chocolate Wand.” You said. You had finished packing about twenty minutes ago and was looking through photos that were taken throughout the school year. 

“You know what, I don’t even care- I’ll worry about this tomorrow.” Alice said, throwing her last few shirts and pants onto her bed and turned to her friends. 


“I’m telling you Remus, you shouldn’t eat that!” Lily exclaimed.

“Yeah yeah.” Remus waved her off and ate two Peppermint Toads. “I’ve never even heard of these anyway- what are they supposed to do?” 

“Hop around in your stomach.” James snickered as he pulled apart his Licorice Wand. Remus’ face dropped.

“You’re kidding.” He stated. “Oh my god I feel it. Is this what it’s like the feel a baby kicking?” 

“How would we know? We’re fifteen.” Marlene commented. Remus began to rub his stomach to put a stop to the ruckus. 

“Let’s do this!” Peter said as he pulled a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans and placed them in the center of the circle. Noises of disgust or excitement erupted from the group. “One of us asks a question to someone else and if they get it wrong, they have to eat a bean.” 

“Who’s up first?” Sirius announced. Nothing but the relaxing sound of waves coming from the lake behind them was all they heard. “Fine I will. Lily, what’s Remus’ middle name?”

“Easy. Jack.” Lily answered with confidence.

“Lily!” Remus exclaimed with his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s John.” Lily’s mouth dropped widely. Peter giggled and threw a jelly bean her way. 

“I can’t believe I have to eat this.” Lily muttered with a repulsed look on her face.

“I can’t believe you don’t know my middle name.” Remus said with a light chuckle. Lily popped the bean in her mouth and everyone awaited her reaction.

 “Cherry.” Lily announced with a small smile on her face while everyone groaned. “Okay next. James, what did McGonagall say to Peter on our first day of school in our first year?” 

Everyone erupted in laughter besides James. “What the bloody-hell? How am I supposed to know?” 

Peter threw him a jelly bean as James groaned and popped it in his mouth.

“Ugh, when is dinner? I could really go for some roast beef.” You said. James jaw dropped slightly. 

“What flavor is it James?” Sirius asked, practically jumping out of his seat because of his reaction. 

“Roast beef.” James answered, looking right at you. You suddenly felt your heart flutter in your chest and your cheeks felt hot.

“Holy shit.” Marlene and Lily muttered in unison. 

“So does that mean-?” Peter asked.

“Yeah… they’re soulmates.” Remus answered, flabbergasted. 

“Maybe this would be a good time to get back to the castle…?” Alice inquired. Everyone nodded and got up. You, although, felt a hand pull you back slightly and were met with non other than James Potter.

“Can I have a minute?” He asked hopefully. You nodded with a small smile and walked behind him towards the shore of the lake. “So I guess- well like- ugh how do I put this?”

To put a stop to his nonsense talk you kissed him and brought your hands up to his face, cupping his cheeks lightly. “That’s much better than what I was going to say.” He said, his cheeks turning red. 

You chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “It’s too bad that we found out about this today and we leave tomorrow. But we can definitely make sure we meet up this summer before school starts up again.” 

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” He responded, smiling. You both began walking towards the castle, seeing your friends a far distance up ahead. As you two walked, your hands brushed against each other every now and than until he intertwined your hands. Finally the searching was done. 

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12x15: Hugs for Crowley 2k17

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THE BROTHERS:

  • Dean Germaphobe Winchester not giving a crap that he’s covered in all kinds of goo — you know something’s really wrong with him.
    • He had a very Purgatoryesque vibe to him, which is interesting considering his interactions with Ketch in 12x14. Last episode, Ketch tried to convince Dean that he’s a killer and then there was the whole vampire hunt fiasco. Dean was wholly unimpressed with Ketch, and we know a huge part of that is because Dean’s a hunter not a killer, and there’s a distinct difference. (Like Sam says at the end of 12x14, hunting is cops and robbers. It’s not a kiling spree.)

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With You By My Side - Six

A/N: Im so excited about this series, and Im so grateful for all the amazing feedback you guys give me. I love you all! Special shout out to my beta @thorne93. Without her I would be lost. Also, she’s the one who screams at me to keep writing. She’s a great inspiration to me! 

Characters: Jensen, Reader.

Warnings: Angst with a side of fluff. Implied smut.

Wordcount: 1696

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Two months went by in a hurry and it was now time for your first evaluation to see what effect the chemo had had on your body. You hadn’t noticed much side effects other than a little fatigue and nausea, but that was just during the days when you got the injections, other than that you were fine. Jensen spent more time at your house than his own these days. You wished that you could say that all this time spent together was more than just friendship, but it wasn’t. You loved him, of course you did, but you were afraid that confession might scare him away and you weren’t ready to lose him completely, having him by your side was more than you could have asked for.

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Chapter Two

Ivar Ragnarsson X Reader
Hvitserk Ragnarsson X Reader

Chapter One

You arrived in Kattegat after a longer journey than expected and you were very tired. The hunger was worse though. Although the Vikings didn’t seem to be effected so you held up your chin as the boat docked. People were cheering as Ragnar got out of the boat with a sack full of gold. The continued to cheer even as you and Ivar got out onto the deck. You stayed close to Ivar who crawled through the mass of people. People stared at him even though there was so much noise, you felt sorry for him even though he didn’t seem to care.

“Cmon. Mother will want to meet you.” Ivar said and you followed him to a large building. Ragnar went into before you.

“Come Y/n.” Ragnar beckoned you over to the throne where he sat. You walked over and he turned you around to look at everyone. “This is a new addition! She is English but she is Viking! Her family were Viking but died before we got there.” People seemed confused but didn’t cheer or mock you.

“But she is English.” Someone yelled.

“And yet I am no more English than you are. I renounced everything the day I was conceived. I lived as a Viking and I walked as a Viking and I worshiped the Gods as a Viking. I am a Viking and if you think I’m not then I’ll happily fight to the death to prove it to you.” You walked closer to the crowd to try and search for the heckler within it. No one stepped forward and you saw Ivar smile.

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Tomato Soup and Lemon Zest: Catiac Agreste

Rating: Teen

Chapters: 2/3

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Notes: This is not how I thought this chapter would go, and I intended this to be two chapters wtf

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“Oh my God,” Adrien fell back on his bed, hugging his pillow to his face to suppress the ever waiting wail he’d let out.

Plagg blinked at him slowly while chewing on a slice of camembert. He could almost see the red in Adrien’s face burning through the cushion.

“Plagg…”

“Yeah?”

“Plaaaaaggg…”

“Um, yeah?”

“PLAA-”

“YEAH. OK. Adrien, I’m listening… just say whatever it is before I stop caring.”

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Two Prompt One-Shot #43

Friendly reminder that Two Prompt Tuesday has now been re-named Two Prompt One-Shot!

Prompt: Sometimes, I lay in bed at night and think about the things I wish I could say to you. 
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 1200
Warnings: Implicit emotional affair.  

A/N: This was voted on a couple weeks ago, and it took me forever to get around to writing. Seeing as how I got it pretty much how I had it in my head though, I hope the wait was worth it for you lovelies! 

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Her First Apartment Ch7

It’s a shortie this time guys. I wrote it when my brain was about to meltdown from studying.

There’s a two week time gap from the last chapter and I promise you’ll figure out why.

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Turns out the wind bitch and the acid bastard were staying for a while. Inuyasha had been pestered by the former all week only to the amusement of the visiting daiyoukai. He had to hole up in his apartment or make a sprint for the truck and speed out of here. Those were the only options. Being tormented by a demoness was not one of them.

While he normally spent little time outside his dwelling this time of year, he was frustrated when he couldn’t go out and swing a sword at someone or at least something. His father hadn’t asked him to come in the office to help out, not that there was anything to do anyway. The only reason they were staying so long was to wait until the moonless night. For him. So that he won’t be affected by the youki that will coat the area for miles. So that he wouldn’t seek out a female to fuck into oblivion all night.

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Finally: Part 4

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: Angst, swearing

A/N: I think I like this chapter, but I finished writing this when I was drunk, so if it’s not up to par, sorry!

E/C: Eye Colour

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“God, please tell me there’s a mission,” Bucky whines, throwing his head back in frustration, “Giant robots taking over the world, Loki’s back at it again, Hydra… I’ll even take on Zemo again. Just give me something!”

“Pal, not having any missions is a good thing,” Steve can’t keep the amusement out of his voice,

“Come on, give me something!” Bucky pleads, “I’ll do those stupid media interviews Tony was begging me to do months ago. I just need some reason to be out of town,”

Sam scoffs, making Bucky frown at him, “Dude, you live across the hall from her, you’re going to have to see Y/N sooner or later,”

“Later. I choose later,” Bucky stubbornly says, crossing his arms over his chest,

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1. “Are you kidding me?”
2. “What is going on?”
3. “Please tell me that was you?”
4. “How long have you been stood there?”
5. “Let me in.”
6. “Why is it so cold?”
7. “Paint is meant to go on the wall not your face.”
8. “Are you okay?”
9. “How long have you known?”
10. “That could’ve gone better.”
11. “You really thought that this was a good idea?”
12. “Where am I?”
13. “It’s One in the morning.”
14. “Let’s bake!!”
15. “Why are you holding our child like Simba?”
16. “I don’t trust you.”
17. “I hate you…”
18. “Don’t talk to me.”
19. “Just stay away from me okay?”
20. “You don’t know what it feels like…”
21. “They’re dead…”
22. “What do I do?”
23. “I’m pregnant…”
24. “This is going really badly. It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion.”
25. “I wasn’t staring! I was watching…intently.”
26. “This is what you call handling the situation?”
27. “Truth or Dare?”
28. “They’re your child before 5AM.”
29. “We’ve watched 12 episodes we need to stop now.”
30. “You know you can talk to me right?”
31. “Everything is going to be fine.”
32. “Aw, you’re so cute.”
33. “Don’t make me come over there.”
34. “Run.”
35. “Calm down.”
36. “Dance with me.”
37. “Just stop talking.”
38. “It’s getting late…”
39. “Wait. Are we lost?”
40. “Don’t go…”
41. “This is…a strange turn of events.”
42. “Everything we do is weird to everyone else but us.”
43. “That was the police…”
44. “Bro…”
45. “Please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bare the thought of not seeing you every day…”
46. “This is as far as I had got plan wise I’m afraid.”
47. “And now it’s snowing. Brilliant.”
48. “Yay…road trip.”
49. “Let’s play 20 questions.”
50. “What makes you happy”
51. “It’s complicated…”
52. “After everything…I’d still choose you.“
53. “This could only happen to me.”
54. “Say something…”
55. “Come here…”
56. “Don’t shut me out.
57. “What are we waiting for?”
58. “We need to talk…”
59. .“We can’t keep doing this.”
60. "Haven’t you read that already?”
61. .“I can’t stand back and watch you do this…”
62. “You’re such an idiot.”
63. .“Why did you kiss me?”
64. .“Don’t pretend you’re not having fun.”
65. .“PUPPY!”
66. .“Do you really think I could replace you?”
67. “Because I love you…”
68. .“Duck.”
69. “I said there was a plan, I never said it was a good one.”
70. “Put. The snowball. Down.”
71. .“Did you just smile?”
72. .“When did things get this hard?”
73. "I suppose…we’re all stories in the end.”
74. “Did you have to hit me?”
75. “FOUR HOURS I’VE BEEN HERE.”
76. .“Come inside…”
77. “You deserve better than that.”
78. “You’d do that for me?”
79. “You were willing to give up everything…”
80. “Oh for the love of god just kiss already!”
81. “ITS HAPPENING!”
82. “Are you saying goodbye?”
83. “Another life…”
84. “Well that was stupid.”
85. “You love me really.”
86. “That was smooth.”
87. “Sometimes, the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.”
88. “I have a very good explanation for all of this.”
89. “Wait…are you actually struggling for something to say?”
90. “Nice save.”
91. “Do you want me to go?”
92. “What are you even talking about?”
93. .“How are you allowed out in public…”
94. “I’m going to stay, okay? I’m going to stay with you.”
95. “And when were you planning on telling me this?”
96. “Because…I care about you…”
97. “That’s stupid! Let’s do it!”
98. “Why am I friends with you.”
99. “It’s okay! You’re safe, I promise. It was just a nightmare.”
100. .“What is it? What happened?”
101. "It could’ve been worst.”
102. “what an appalling piece of advice!”
103. “Pizza and a movie?”
104. “If you weren’t so cute…”
105. “I mean you could’ve just stopped talking?!”
106. “You’ve been awake for 48 hours this isn’t healthy.”
107. “I think we should take you to hospital…”
108. “Please say you know who I am?”
109. “It must be awful to look at the person you love and for them to look back at you and have no idea who you are…”
110. “Nobody is invincible…”
111. “GIVE ME THE AUX CHORD OTHERWISE WE’RE MAKING THIS 39 HOUR ROAD TRIP IN SILENCE!”
112. “I would never forget.”
113. “Oh my god that rain is vicious.”
114. “Is it bedtime?”
115. “How’s my little soldier?”
116. “Bored. Bored. Bored.”
117. “Your go.”
118. “Stop staring.”
119. “Oh. Bit of a domestic going on.”
120. “You really don’t believe me…”
121. “What now?”
122. “I’m sorry, you’ve been cheating on me how long?”
123. “Look, I’m sorry I put you off when you were playing Mario Kart. Please can you let me back in now…”
124. “Don’t worry I took care of your animal crossing town whilst you were ill, I did all the weeding and helped almost pay off your loan.”
125. “Let’s get you to bed.”
126. “How can something so small be so loud?”
127. “Here. Take my jacket.”
128. “I’m not special. I’m nothing.”
129. “I don’t want to lose you.”
130. “I have calculated how far that window opens. Take it as a warning.”
131. “How was that supposed to help?”
132. “Come to bed.”
133. “Please sit down. I can’t pick you up off the floor of you fall over.”
134. “Look at me. Are you hurt?”
135. “How much longer can we keep doing this?”
136. “We could be happy…”
137. “Are you an actual idiot?”
138. “I may have..sort of… just adopted four dogs…”
139. “We’ve watched this film 7 times.”
140. “I could kiss you!”
141. “Are you limping?”
142. “On a scale of one to ten how illegal is this?”
143. “Wh..what do I do? Tell me what do I do?”
144. “Will you stay with me?”
145. “I’m doing this to protect you.”
146. “I’ve nearly lost you once. I’m not risking it again.”
147. “Two minutes. Just give me two minutes…”
148. “Welcome home.”
149. “I don’t belong anywhere…”
150. “What about us?”
151. “You are the human version of a headache.”
152. “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”
153. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
154. “Just take my word for it.”
155. “Look, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
156. “Sorry I stopped listening about ten minutes ago. What on earth are you talking about?”
157. “I thought I knew you but now? I don’t know…”
158. “Respect and trust go both ways.”
159. “Oh ye of little faith.”
160. “Well, I just put 2 and 2 together…”
161. “It’s a stupid stupid idea.”
162. “Why do I let you talk me into these things?”
163. “When are you going to stop pretending that nothing ever hurts you?”
164. “Who put you in charge?”
165. “What did your last slave die of?”
166. “In your dreams.”
167. “We make a pretty good team you and me.”
168. “Leave it. It’s not worth it.”
169. “I didn’t want to get you involved.”
170. “I shouldn’t have come…”
171. “We know how it’s going to end…we always have…”
172. “Do you know what’s it’s like? Wanting to give up but knowing you can’t because everyone else needs you to be strong.”
173. “I’m guessing that wasn’t part of the plan.”
174. “I haven’t got time for this.”
175. “What happened to being one of the good guys?”
176. “What was that you just threw at me.”
177. “If I have to do this then so do you.”
178. “Are you angry?”
179. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
180. “What if this isn’t how it’s supposed to be? What if we’re just clutching at whatever time we’ve got?”
181. “Maybe I wasn’t meant to have friends…maybe I’m supposed to be alone?”
182. “Ugh I do not have an interest in football I can’t believe you made me come here.”
183. “I’m too late aren’t I?”
184. “Don’t quote ‘Only Fools And Horses’ at me I’m trying to be dramatic.”
185. “Even if I wasn’t awake I would be now.”
186. “I fall for it every time.”
187. “Don’t ever do that to me again!”
188. “Are you safe? Where you are now…tell me that if nothing else. Are you safe?”
189. “I want my family back.”
190. “I’m just tired.”
191. “I bet you think you’re funny.”
192. “Real monsters are human…learnt that a long time ago.”
193. “I had a weird dream about you last night.”
194. “If you’re going to have your friends round you’ve got to play nice.”
195. “Oh well that’s made me feel much better.”
196. “Did they lay a finger on you?”
197. “Of all the things to be hereditary.”
198. “You owe me a new door.”
199. “I’m going to bed because I can’t cope with this anymore.”
200. “Next time an idea forms in that head of yours share it with the group.”
201. “text me when you get there.”
202. “In hindsight it wasn’t my best idea.”
203. “Is that my hoodie?”
204. “Excuse me but let me get this straight. You want me to sleep here? In the haunted house?!”
205. “Okay well that’s broken.”
206. “But…it was so real…”
207. “Look, I appreciate you trying to be kind but you’re really not helping…”
208. “Drive!”
209. “Well this is it. This is how it ends!”
210. “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.”
211. “How many energy drinks have you had?”
212. “As the adult here I shouldn’t be encouraging this.”
213. “Okay so we just follow the recipe. I mean how hard can it be?”
214. “Hi. Yeah. I’m lost and have less than £10 on me and my phone is on 3% Erm. Help. Please…”
215. “What the fluffing beans was that?”
216. “My stress lessons reached crying in McDonalds yesterday but apart from that I’m fine.”
217. “Why does coming to a fair make me feel 12 years old?”
218. “I wanted to tell you. I really did. But how could I?”
219. “I was falling apart and no one could tell…”
220. “I’m you’re real dad/mum.”
221. “Well…this has certainly been the most entertaining evening…”
222. “I’ve seen enough episodes of Poirot to know nothing good ever happens on a train.”
223. “When are you going to realise that what you do effects everyone around you?”
224. “The memories hurt more.”
225. “I wish I’d just…I wish I’d done more whilst I had the chance…”
226. “We’re best friends because our parents could not cope with us as twins.”
227. “We’ve all lived through our own horrors and I think, no matter how fast we run, they’ll always catch up with us in the end.”
228. “I was replaceable…”
229. “Someone just ran us off the road.”
230. “If we’re going we have to go now.”
231. “I knew someone was missing from my life. I just didn’t know who…”
232. “We were young and messed up.”
233. “What do you know? You don’t know anything!”
234. “I wish I’d never met you.”
235. “I was scared you’d leave.”
236. “I don’t like the person I’ve become.”
237. “Why do you even put up with me?”
238. “He/she’s better of without me.”
239. “When did everything become so tragic.”
240. “Everyone has that story they never tell.”
241. “I’m leaving. I’m sorry but…i just can’t do this anymore..
242. "If you’re gonna be like that do it yourself.”
243. “Why do I let him/her treat me like that?”
244. “I’ll take them to school today.”
245. “I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m someone I’m not.”
246. “Just give me your hand.”
247. “Don’t do this…”
248. “You were always there when I need you.”
249. “Mind if I join?”
250. “Maybe we’ll just have to figure this out together.”

Bad Habit (M) Pt.4

Jimin x Reader

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Description: Jimin was just trying to help his friend get the girl. But then he felt himself wanting a lot more from you than he’d been expecting and you unknowingly wanted it too. It was all just for fun anyway, right? Until Jungkook’s feelings got involved.. and suddenly it wasn’t.

Tags: Rich kids, Rude JiminDom Jimin, rough smut, language. NEW TAGS. Jungkook smut MAYBE? Second lead syndrome too probably. oops.

A/N: When you have to change the tags. That's when you know shits about to go down.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jimin texted you later that night to keep the clothes, but there was no way in hell that was happening. Not when everything put together cost more your apartment did. It’s not like you were ever going to wear any of it again anyway.

You took the clothes in a bag with you Monday and hand it to him by his locker. “Here.” You motion for him to take it.

“I told you to keep it.”

“It’s yours. I don’t want it.”

So he reluctantly takes it from you. “What am I supposed to with this? It’s woman’s clothes.”

“Sell them, return them, give them to someone else? I don't care.” You sigh and leave him there holding the bag in the crowded hallway.


The teacher calls your attention and everyone’s eyes turn to face you in the back. You were always asleep in this class,  but you’d never actually been caught. Until now.

“Sorry, what?”

“Front office.” She says with a shake of her head.

You stand, close your textbook, and leave the classroom. 

“Here.” The lady behind the desk mouths. She was on the phone, handing you a single, folded index card. 

Inside was what could only be Jimin's messy handwriting.

Under the bleachers by the football field. -J.

Did they call you out of class for this? You turn and crumble up the paper, shoving it deep inside your pocket.

Rich kids..


“Jimin.” You call. 

He stops pacing to look up at you. 

“What?”

He runs a hand through his hair and turns away from you. “I fucked up.” He mutters. “Jungkook.. he keeps talking about you and every time he does, I feel like shit.

Jungkook. You’d almost forgotten about officially ended things with him, even if you two weren’t dating. You were too busy ending things with Jimin.

“I wanted to talk to you about.. what happened.”

You watch him silently. It’s not like there was anything left to talk about.. or anything you could do to change it. 

“-before I tell him.”

Oh, so he was finally feeling guilty about what happened? It was a little too late for that. Did he not realize that that’s how you’d been feeling for a while now?

“He actually likes you y/n. Like a lot. I figured his crush on you would go away but he keeps fucking talking about you.” He turns back to face you, terrified. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when I do, but I know that I need to tell him what happened between us and I wanted to let you know first that I can’t hide this from him. He’s my best friend and I knew he liked you.. and I had sex with you anyway.”

His eyes were really, truly terrified.. “Jimin, It’s going to rain.” You mutter, not knowing what to say to calm him down. He was so out of it.

“What if.. I tell him and it ruins our friendship? Hoseok knows, and god I wish he’d beat the shit out of me for it, but he wouldn’t. And I don’t know what I’ll do if Jungkook never talks to me again, but I can’t not tell him. He needs to know.”

Jimin was the type of guy to do something instinctively stupid and not think about the consequences. You saw that now. Not only that, but he thankfully did care about his friends. “I’ll tell him. It’s not like I was ever planning on dating him anyway.” You grab his hand and try to calm him down, realizing it was a bad idea. Too intimate. 

He looks down at you.

“I’ll tell him everything was my fault, and if he thinks I’m a slut later.. I’ll just deal with it.” You’d just have to play the bad guy to get him out of this situation. It was equally your fault and it’s not like you had as much to lose. They weren’t your friends. They’d hate you for a week and then get over it.  

“That’s not fair. This was my fault.”

At least he was owning up to it now. “It was both our faults, but this way you’ll get to keep your friendship and I’ll feel better about what happened.” You mutter. Your throat felt tight and your eyes burned, but you couldn’t let him know how much this hurt you. “Really, it’s no big deal.” But it was. It was like being used except you were offering. And thank god it was raining because even if you cried now he wouldn’t notice.

“You think I’d let you do that?“ He rolls his eyes.

You shrug.

“Because I wouldn’t.” 

He lets go of your hand, pulls your chin up and kisses you in the pouring rain.

Your hand goes up instinctively to cup his cheek and he sighs, pulling away with a shake of his head. 

Yeah, stupid idea. You just both needed the comfort.

“Let’s talk in my car and I’ll take you home.”


You both jog to his truck in the parking lot and he immediately turns on the heater.

“Why are you crying?” He starts the engine and looks over at you. You didn’t even think he’d notice.

“I don’t know. This is so messed up.” You wipe your face when he hands you a napkin but you were still soaking wet otherwise. “I mostly just feel really bad for Jungkook. And Hoseok. I can tell he cares a lot about him.”

“Hoseok cares a lot about everyone.”

You look out the window as he pulls out from the school parking lot. “I wish I could apologize.” You mutter. But the best thing for the both of them would be if you stayed out of it. Jungkook would eventually forgive Jimin and forget you even existed. You both went the rest of the car ride in silence.

“I’ll talk to him sometime this week. I’ll text you when I do, okay?”

You nod and get out of his truck, jogging to your apartment door as he drives off.


Jimin didn’t message you till Thursday night and you thankfully didn’t run into either of them the following day. Not until Jimin came by your locker after school. 

He slams it shut, making you jump. 

“Hey!” You glare up at him angrily before your eyes widen in shock. “Oh god.. your eye.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine..” You reach up to touch the bruising around his eye with a grimace, “It’s.. really gross actually. Wait.. Did Jungkook do this to you?

He shrugs with a nod.

“Oh my god.” You pull away, biting down anxiously on your lower lip.

“I didn’t think he’d get this mad.” He sighs, “But he was really mad.”

“You didn’t fight him, did you?”

“Are you kidding me? He’d kick my ass.”

You snicker, quickly bringing a hand up to cover your mouth.

“You think this is funny?”

“No.. kind of.” You mutter. He raises a brow and you grin. “Yes.”

He huffs, holding back a laugh. “Whatever. I guess I deserved it.”

“You guess.”

“Okay, yeah, I deserved it.”


There was harsh knocking at your door at nine in the morning. That was early as hell for a Saturday.

“What?” You stumble, forcing it open.

Jimin looks down at you angrily shoving a bag in your arms. 

Oh no.

“Change.”

You look down at the bag, already knowing what was inside.

“Hurry. I’ll explain in the car. You have ten minutes.

He shuts the door for you and you groan, pulling out the yellow sundress. Not again.

Part 6 - Prom Night (McPharah)

This is it, folks! We are finally done with our McPharah adventure. I hope you enjoy this last chapter!

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Then and Now

“You ever put that thing down,” McCree muttered while adjusting himself. Rolling over, his arms wrapped around the woman’s toned form. “Oh,” he chuckled, “where did you find that thing?”

“Someone tagged me in it on Facebook,” she quipped. “It just made me think back to that night.”

“The night you tried to kiss me,” he teased while his thumb caressed her forearm.

“Oh please,” she huffed while turning red, “it was you who tried to kiss me.”

“How exactly are you remembering this story?” cuddling closer, he purred. “So soft and warm.”

“So scruffy and cold,” she hissed while tried to put space between she and the cowboy. “Why didn’t you shave?” Her harsh brown orbs fell on him with a stern stare.

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