guys you better run

Some doodles I did on the side yesterday night ( @blesstale drew Zunde that there ) including Dreby taking his first steps. I saw this kid screaming “NOOOO!” at some meat in a grocery store before running to his mom, so there we go ✌️

yah so there might be a lot of “humans vs aliens and humanity is awesome, and even ‘aliens get fucked over by nature’”

but now suddenly im thinking, what if aliens invade some kind of fantasy world?

like, they decide to check out earth, and these aliens are not Clefairy/Deoxys/Beheeyem, 

“surrender now, you low-life earthlings!”

“hooh boy, yet another team trying to take over. is this team galactic?”
“nah man, they wanted to create a new world, and last i checked they didn’t wear costumes”
“its probably those ghost-types playing a prank, bet its a bunch of Haunters”

“Alright, troop, according to the human captive, a bit further in, there are berries that can cure us if we get poisoned. let us not forget what happened with the troop in section 6E”

*screaming and buzzing*
“Human, I demand this instant that you tell us what the source of the buzzing is!”
“oh geez, it sounds like a swarm of Beedrills. you guys better run, they’re extremely territorial”

“nonsens! we will fight off these ‘Beedrills’, we are much more evolved and stronger than whatever those things are! our weapons are much more developed than your puny human weapons”

“suit yourself”

and then they get annihilated by beedrills because those things are FAST and have you SEEN those spears??

Sakura: let me go!! I need to teach him a lesson, shannaroo!
Sasuke: alright that’s enough
Random guy: yeah you better run! Keep your women on a leash man!!
Sasuke( raising his eyebrow): you know I was trying to help you their, but now…You deserve it( releases the beast)
Sakura ( smiles with a murderous glint in her eyes): your dead ☠
Random guy: (excessively sweating)*gulps*…… Runs

Artist: 和っか‏ @wakkatootti

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anonymous asked:

Were you just 14 when your parents built a very strange machine?

It was designed to view a world unseen,

Theyre gonna catch em all cause theyre Reshi Phantom!!

( @marshie-daily  @sableyedaily @dailyphantump @dailymisavus @banettedaily  i needed some ghosts for this, so i used yours! I hope you dont mind ^^)

Bonnie & Clyde - pt 14

Originally posted by sugaglos

“Y/N. Keep your eyes open.” He said through ragged breaths.

He was still running, the buildings getting closer together and in the opposite direction that you should be going. He was headed back. Surely he wasn’t going all the way back uptown…

The bouncing movement made you feel nauseous and you pressed your nose into his neck to inhale his scent, hoping it would take your mind off the horrible feeling creeping up your throat.

Fortunately your eyes drooped closed and you knocked out instantly against his protests.


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Cold Outside (Credence Barebone Imagine)

Your parents weren’t wealthy, they weren’t lavished and spoiled or rotten from the inside out with greed like everyone you knew seemed to think.

You were a simple child, perhaps a little too simple, but careful like your parents nonetheless. You sat on your knees behind the counter of your parents’ pastry shop, sniffling every so often - your nose stuffy and red from the cold.

“Y/N,” your mother said from her place behind the counter, “it’s getting warmer out, why don’t you go play with your friends?”

You looked up from your colouring book on the floor to the woman above and sniffed again, “It’s cold outside, Mommy.”

You heard the hum of an impatient woman and shot up from your place on the floor and straightened up your posture, turning into the back room to fetch your overcoat, scarf and matching gloves.

You recognized that woman immediately, the pointed nose and squinted eyes, she scowled down at you from her place behind the counter. Brown hair cupped by that hideous grey hat, skin wrinkled with anger and form shivering from the cold she loomed you, you forced yourself to smile up at her before dashing past both women with a quiet goodbye.

“Y/N, you forgot to pick up y - ” your mother moaned as you rushed out the door, the bell’s ringing and swinging door the only evidence you were ever there at all.

You always hated being seen by customers, especially that horrible woman. Your mind always exaggerated her features in memory but she was still just as hideous inside as she appeared outside in your mind.

Since your parents had realized their dream of opening a bakery together almost eight years ago, that awful woman came every Monday to purchase treats, for herself of course. You knew she had children of her own - adopted, but still hers.

You’d seen them all shuffle single filed out of that dreary old church every Sunday in their ugly blue uniforms, their mother, leader of the Second Salemers preaching to passersby about the danger of witchcraft in America.

Just as you turned a corner, you were blinded by a thick sheet of paper. “Ah!” You swatted the killer paper out of your face and while the wind tried to carry it away, you turned with a grumble only to be blinded yet again.

“P-Please!” You heard a cry, and as you gripped at the paper angrily, scrunching it up and gaping at the dozens of fliers being swept away with the wind you couldn’t help but feel terrible for ever having felt angry at all.

Ahead of you by just a few paces were four boys, “Please, sto-stop it. I need those.” A pale-skinned boy in an ugly blue uniform crawled around on his hands and knees in a pathetic attempt to pick up the fliers.

The other three boys laughed as they stomped the fliers into the snow and dirt, some picking them up to shred them into pieces just to throw them in the Second Salemer’s face. You frowned, those boys weren’t much bigger or older than you and so you puffed out your chest, your coat stretching snuggly across the expanse of your small chest.

Stomping towards the group fiercely, your little legs took long strides that probably looked ridiculous to anyone else, but intimidating to you. “Stop it!”

Your eyes briefly met with the cowaring boy on the ground, who’s knee-high socks and NSPS uniform was completely covered in mud and a flash of sympathy crossed your youthful face before twisting into an angry scowl which looked more like a pout.

“Leave him alone, what’s wrong with you? Those aren’t your fliers!” You pointed accusingly at the group and stomped your foot. “Go away!”

The red-head of the group snorted at you and bunched up a flier with his fist, tossing it at you and raising his eyebrows tauntingly.

“Why do you care? You part of this circus or somethin’?” The brunette of the group turned and laughed at you, poking his tongue out and shredding up another flier.

“I said go away! Do you want me to start screaming?” You threatened, your bottom lip quivering the more worked up you got. “Oh no, guys, we’d better run. Second Salemer’s gonna start screaming.” The ginger taunted. “More like crying.” The brunette smirked, about to open his mouth to speak again when his face met snow.  “Ow!”

Your hand raised above your head, you stomped your foot again, “Go away! Go away!” You screeched as you flung snowball after snowball at the now retreating group of boys.

“Go! Go!” You had long since forgotten about the stray fliers and so as you chased away the group of tyrants, you accidentally trampled a few with your boots. You stopped immediately and let your arms drop, gasping softly as you ducked down onto the ground to gather the remaining fliers. “I’m so sorry,” you apologized, “I’m gonna tell my daddy and he’ll - “ the boy’s shaky hands shot up to catch yours and he whimpered, head down and body quivering, “Plea-se don’t tell anyone! Ma will find o-out!” He begged.

Your eyes widened as they met his properly, his pale face was beginning to grow red, the tips of his ears, nose and lips were all beginning to deepen in colour and as you took in his strangely sharp features, you realized his eyes were also growing puffy and red. He was crying.

“I lost the fliers, Ma is going to be livid with me.” He panicked, scavenging through the melting snow as tears fell from his brown eyes. “These ones are all wet and soggy,” you told the boy, and he almost immediately started wailing, head in his hands - he cried and cried and just wouldn’t stop.

“It’s okay, it’s fine. We can just go get the other ones, right? Those boys threw a whole lot in that direction.” You pointed a finger in the opposite direction and the raven haired boy sniffled, his cries slowly subsiding until only soft hiccups remained. “I-I can’t collect all of them, there’s so many.” You reached out and wrapped your fingers around his wrists, pulling the small boy up into his feet.

“I’ll help, silly.” The boy was completely at a loss for words as you turned, hand-in-hand and running off down the street to fetch his fliers. “We need to hurry, Mommy said it’ll rain today.”

Struggling to keep up with your quick steps, the boy’s eyes wandered from the street ahead to your hand cupping his mindlessly. His eyes watered but he quickly blinked away the tears, he was truly terrified right now. “Look, Second Salem boy - fliers!” You turned to face the brown eyed boy and smiled widely, “I’ll go get those ones across the street, you get the ones here.”

You dashed across the street after a quick left-and-right. You busied yourself catching fliers from the ground, the air and even peoples’ hands to get as many as possible in a nice, neat stack.

On your way back, your eyes scanned the street for the timid boy you’d met, but you saw nothing. You clutched the stack close to your chest as you walked, checking alleyways, looking through glass windows and turning corners. Only when you gave up and began your trek home did you find him again by the side of the street, picking fliers from the gutter.

“There you are,” you pouted, “I thought you left me to do the work.” The boy looked up at you wide-eyed, about to speak when his eyes were forced shut - a droplet of rain had landed on his forehead.

“Oh, oh n-no.” You smiled at the boy, “C'mon,” you grabbed him by the tie carelessly and dragged him down the street and into your parents’ pastry shop away from the cold and the rain. “Mommy, I brought a friend!” You called, smiling at the regulars seated by the window and far wall of the store on your way in. “Mommy, I brought a - ”

“And what’s your friend’s name, dear?” Your mother’s head revealed itself from behind the counter, oven mitts adorning her hands. “This is, uh,” you stopped and frowned almost immediately, your entire body freezing up in thought.

Anyone else who didn’t know you would’ve assumed something was seriously wrong with you at that moment, but your mother and a few customers joined together to laugh at your odd behavior.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Your mother knelt down to eye-level with the boy at your side, all the while you stood useless, still attempting to remember the boy’s name. Had he even told it to you at all? It took a moment for him to respond, but he eventually spoke after a long, timid stare at the ground. “C-Credence, ma'am. Credence Barebone.”

You smiled up at your mother almost instantly, “Credence! His name is Credence, Mommy!”

You clapped your hands together and gasped as the fliers flew to the ground. “Where did you meet Credence, Y/N?” Your mother asked as she began collecting fliers from the ground, brows furrowing as she skimmed over the content. “Ah, a Second Salemer?” The boy, Credence, began shrinking under the gaze of everyone excluding yourself, as you were oblivious to the agenda behind the extremist group.

“Well,” Your mother smiled at you and then at Credence, “you can’t hand out fliers in that weather.” She motioned outside with a nod and you turned to look outside where the rain angrily patted against the glass window. Credence panicked at this, turning to you with wide eyes.

“Ma will definitely give me a lashing for this, I-I should go.” You pouted and reached out, caging Credence’s arm in yours and urging him to come with you to the kitchen, “Well I’m sure your Ma wouldn’t mind you staying for a little while longer? I could give her a discount on her next order of pastries.”

Your mother wriggled her brows suggestively and you nodded, “Please stay and play with me, Credence. I’ll even help you hand out fliers next time!”

Credence bit his lip and looked from you to the door for several moments before the alluring aroma of whatever was being baked and your pleading stare seduced him beyond reason into staying. “I-If it’s not too much trouble, ma'am, may I stay?” You squealed and clutched Credence’s arm tighter, looking up at your mother thankfully.

“Of course, dear,” your mother said. “It’s cold outside.”

“…Soren… Are… We frauds?”

( @green-kool-aid I DID THE THING. I’M REALLY PROUD OF IT. IT’S BEEN YEARS SINCE I ANIMATED AND JUST NGHHH. This was supposed to be something happy and simple but H a. Nope.

Feels and complexities ftw.)

anonymous asked:

Oh my god I love you no one ever writes 7 days to die aus please write/ref more!!

Ahhh, you should bless @gaywood for giving me the prompt in the first place! 

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but okay, I love to think about them not knowing each other at first, and it’s like Ryan collects a whole pack of them that follow him around like puppies as he passes through dead or dying towns

and maybe they’re the first people he’s come across who are decent, who aren’t out for his blood and the guns he’s built with his own two hands or the tins of food that sit heavy at the bottom of his pack. 

There’s Jack who snatches his arm as he’s sprinting from a horde, pulls him into a room that’s well fortified, and Jack’s clearly been there for a while, if the amount of stuff in the room is anything to go by; and he’s obviously got it from other people- killed them, Ryan thinks, and he’s quick on the draw- but Jack ignores him, keeps his ear pressed to the door, tense, before deflating. They’re safe.

Jack saved his life and he’s still got his pistol trained on him, even as Jack blinks at the gun, confused for a moment before moving on to check the other barricades. 

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Rewritten, Chapter 4: The Gerudo Champion

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When Link woke in the morning, he was surprised how long he’d slept, but figured it was due to his lack of sleep the night before in Rito Village. He sat up slowly, muscles aching at having slept on a hot stone slab all night, and wondered if he’d have time for a dip in a hot spring before Zelda headed out.

“Oh, afternoon’, Link,” Daruk greeted him as he came in from outside. The light that shone through the door was brighter than Link anticipated, and he blinked in surprise.

“After- what?!” Link exclaimed, struggling to his feet, quickly sheathing the Master Sword, and throwing it over his back. “Is Zelda here?”

“The Princess? She left pretty early this morning. Heading for Gerudo,” Daruk said, looking at Link somewhat bewildered. “She said you - knew… was gunna meet you… oh.”

The realisation hit the Goron a bit late and he laughed in spite of himself. “Hah! She’s a clever one. Sorry, little guy… guess you better run after her, huh?”

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tbh, I had so much fun writing these!!!!

  • Getting Gladio to give you piggyback rides
  • Giant bear hugs!!! ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ
  • Gladio picking you up in his arms and twirling you around in said bear hugs.
  • Imagine being his childhood sweetheart and still being together as adults.
  • Sitting on his back when he does (normal) push-ups or lying underneath him and him giving you a kiss every time he bends down.
  • Dirty pick up lines
  • Him playing and holding your hands and loving how small they are compared to his yet they fit into his perfectly like matching puzzle pieces.
  • Being able to easily sit on his shoulders and him placing kisses to your thighs when you do so.
  • Gladio lifting you up by the waist so you can reach and/or see things better.
  • Imagine trying to tackle Gladio in a hug but he’s too big and strong so it doesn’t work
  • Doesn’t get jealous easily but when he does, the guys hitting on you better run fast because he’s out for their blood. It will be up to you to calm him down.
  • Having to go on your tiptoes whenever you want to kiss him
  • Or him having to bend down/pick you up to kiss you
  • Imagine him walking around the house shirtless (without his jacket) and still blushing every time you see him despite you thinking that you should be used to it by now.
  • Sleeping on top of him with his arms wrapped snugly around your waist.
  • Playful slaps and squeezes to your bum
  • Imagine trying to sneak up on Gladio to give him a surprise hug from behind only for him to know what you’re about to do (every time) and surprising you instead by turning around and giving you a big hug instead.
  • Gladio throwing you over his shoulder
  • OK BUT imagine Gladio whispering naughty/cheeky little things in your ear asfkhghfhvc>///w///<
  • Won’t be afraid to show affection out in public
  • Gladio has a secret talent for braiding your hair and doing your make-up
  • You often find yourself trying to stay up late enough to see Gladio return home from the palace since he’s there from when the sun rises to when night falls. Majority of the time, Gladio’s come home to see you fast asleep on the couch. He just smiles and carries you to bed bridal style. He’ll tuck you in and kiss your forehead before laying down next to you.

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[ look at that… 100% finished. my blog is 100% finished. backstory is done, rules are up, verses are up, and though the relationships page is empty, it’s because there aren’t any threads that gave him enough chemistry yet.

i haven’t had a blog 100% completed since agent 47. jesus fucking christ. like fucking mobile banner and all. it’s just – it’s all done! i’m so taken aback! i just… oh god, i hope i don’t lose muse. i hope i don’t leave out of doubt. stay, stay, stay. ]

Angry Merida chasing the Big Four after they steal her bow

Jack: Throw me the bow!! It’s what she’s after!

Rapunzel: Ok! Go long! *throws bow*

[Bow flies through air]

Hiccup: Jack! She’s after us now!!

Jack: Don’t worry- you know I can’t catch!

[Bow lands in Jack’s hands]

Jack: … I hate myself. *hands bow to Hiccup and runs away*

Hiccup: …I hate yourself.

@mediocre-anime-fangirl : Awww that’s so sweet! Thank you so much! You’ve made my entire life. (: 
Favorite Foods: Star - Thai-chili shrimp / Viena - Chocolatechip Pancakes & Chicken Alfredo / Kitty - any noodle
Favority Flowers: Star - Russian sage / Viena - Forget Me Nots / Kitty - Sunflowers
Chihoko Question 1: We probably will make something related to them in the future. I’ve been really busy with finals and stuff so I haven’t been as active as I should be. You guys deserve better and I’m so sorry the queue keeps running out. I swear, I’ll fill it properly real soon! 
Chihoko Question 2: So, it’s kind of a long story but I’ll condense as best I can. Basically at the Yuri on Stage event they had a scene where all of the skaters were in Japan. Yuuri gets drunk and keeps talking about someone called Chihoko, which makes Victor low-key jealous. Being that Victor is the reigning king of “extra” this means that “low-key” jealous involves him writing on Yuuri’s back, stripping down and climbing to the top of Hasetsu Castle. When Yuuri gets there, he tells Victor that Chihoko doesn’t exist and that there is no one better than Vic. 
As for the fish statue thing? I’m pretty sure that Chihoko is the name of the fish statue. I have no idea but that’s kind of what I’ve gathered from various posts. The scorpion pose is Victor trying to imitate the fish. I think. I dunno, I hope this makes sense, I’m a little tipsy and tired from studying. 

Anyway! Thanks for all of the asks! We love you guys! ~Star

Raise Hell - (Negan Fic) Chapter 6: Playing Nice

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Summary: Negan comes back to Doveport for his weekly supplies and wants to have a meeting with Elle.

Characters: Negan x Elle (it’s a slow burn)

Word Count: 2,978

Warnings: Negan swearing and being vulgar.

Author’s Note: Here’s Chapter 6! I had a lot of fun writing Negan in this chapter. Just a heads up, I’ll be in California next week so Chapter 7 is gonna be a little late.

Having trouble reading on tumblr? You can also read this fic on AO3.

Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime!

As always, BIG thank you to @ashzombie13 and @my-achilles–heel for being my beta readers!

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

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Civil War

(A/N): God I suck at titles so bad

Request: Could you do a fanfic where you and Bucky are dating and fight along side him at the airport. (You don’t have powers) you’re fighting black panther and you don’t block in time and he scratches you extremely badly and everyone stops. And Bucky panics and gets angry too, but please don’t let the reader die (just come close) IK this sounds dumb lol but thanks:)

Warnings: swearing, injury, blood

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms

Originally posted by buckywthbarnes

    “Don’t you think this is a bad idea?” You ask hesitantly, eyeing “team iron man” with the utmost hesitancy. 

    “ ‘Course it’s a bad idea,” Clint smirks beside you, his hand unconsciously tightening on his bow. “All of Cap’s ideas are bad,” You smile softly despite the situation you were in. 

   You had just been sucked into this all, you weren’t even an Avenger nor a shield agent, before today you had no affiliation with these people other than Bucky. You had met him when he was on the run, injured, starving, and scared. You’d taken him in, patched him up, fed him, and cared for him more than you had ever cared for anyone. From there it had blossomed into a relationship, one the two of you had been able to hide for months and now suddenly everything had been dug up, including the two of you. 

   “Wait…they’re running towards us,” You state rather calmly, despite the worry in your stomach. “You guys, they’re running towards us,” 

   “Guess we better start running too then,” Steve mutters as he all but charges at the opposing team, the rest of team cap following not too far behind, with you in their midst. Thank god Bucky had taught you how to fight otherwise you’d be completely screwed here. You were up against some of the best and most infamous people in the whole universe and had Bucky not taught you everything he knew you’d be dead in seconds. 

    Within seconds of running everyone had mashed together, the two teams already fighting each other valiantly. The objective was to keep Bucky safe, get him to the jet, and get him out of here; Steve’s side instructions were to keep Bucky safe at all costs, no matter the price and you’d be damned if you didn’t follow a captain’s orders. 

   Right off the bat T’challa charges for Bucky, his running an almost intimidating speed. After the last run in with T’challa you were taking no chances, Bucky wasn’t going to fight him, not with how aggressive that man could be. So just as T’challa was rounding in on Bucky you fired a shot at T’challa, your aim impeccable as it hit T’challa’s suit spot on. Fortunately the shot was enough to distract him just enough that Bucky could slip by, unfortunately you were now the target for the clad cat suit man. 

  T’challa charged with great speed straight for you, his claws already reaching out to claw at you when Steve jumped in front of the line of “fire”, efficiently blocking the Cat’s claws from tearing you apart. 

   “What the hell are you thinking?” Steve yelled as he almost casually fought against the black panther, blocking his every move and even getting a few good punches in here and there.

    “You told me to protect Bucky at all costs,” you mutter through gritted teeth, shooting at the android flying ahead, vision, if you could recall his name. 

    “I didn’t mean try to get yourself killed in the process,” you curse to yourself as the gun runs out rounds. With a disgruntled sigh you throw it to the side, reaching for your other gun when Steve gave an exclamation of surprise and you just so happened to look up just in time to get a chest full of Panther Claws. You gave a loud cry as you dropped to the ground, your hands already clasped over your heavily bleeding chest. There were 5 deep scratches across your chest, each one burning as though a fire had been lit under your skin, slowly melting the skin away.

     "Shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,“ Steve cursed as he dropped his shield, dropping to your side. "Oh my god (Y/N),” he muttered as he frantically looked at your chest. “Fuck, we need help,” But the war between the two teams was raging on, no one having apparently heard your cry or Steve’s extreme use of profanity. T'challa on the other hand ripped his mask off, his expression that of complete regret and concern.

    “(Y/N), I am so sorry, I did not mean-" 

    "Not right now T'challa,” Steve muttered. “We gotta get them out of here, safely, we need to stop-”

    “Stop the fight, I understand.” Your chest suddenly constricted and you found it rather hard to breathe as your chest kept pooling blood, the red liquid oozing between yours and Steve’s hands. “Hey!” T'challa shouted, trying to get someone’s attention, anyone’s. “Anthony! Natasha!” But no one was listening, to busy wrapped up in the fighting to give a damn about the figures on the sideline. 

     "Steve-“ you muttered weakly, the sound coming out rather bubbly due to the rising blood in your chest. 

     "Don’t talk (Y/N),” Steve whispered, “you’re gonna make it worse,”

    “Steven, they are not listening-”

    “Fine, we’ll both scream then,” Steve mutters, staring out at the fighting as he does. “Tony! Clint!" 

    "Wanda! Rhodey!” The two cried out for the team to at Least acknowledge them and their efforts proved to be successful because at least one Avengers turned to look at the small group on the sidelines. 

    Bucky’s mouth ran dry as he looked over to the sight of all the screaming. There you were, laying on the ground as Steve pressed his bloody hands to your chest. T'challa yelled at anyone who would listen and Bucky just so happened to get a glimpse of his blood soaked claws. 

    “You fucker!” Bucky nearly screamed as he charged for T'challa, thoroughly taking him aback. With extreme force both bodies hit the ground, Bucky on top of T'challa. Without any hesitation Bucky pounds his fits against T'challa, hitting him with every ounce of anger he had. 

    “Bucky!” Steve yells to no avail, the man just kept punching away. “Bucky stop! (Y/N)’s dying!” Steve’s words seemed to snap something within Bucky because his relentless punches stopped abruptly, his fist still raised above T'challa’s face menacingly. Luckily the scene was able to gather everyone else’s attention because in one instant they had all stopped fighting, looking over to the group in shock. 

   With a menacing growl Bucky rolled off of T'challa, instead taking his place by your side, his gaze all sorts of worried as he looked at you.

    “We gotta get them out of here Buck, to a hospital or-" 

     "We’ve got medics on their way,” Tony states as he crouches down beside the group, inspecting your nearly blood spurting chest. “You realize you guys can’t be there, right?” Tony asks hesitantly, as though he were scared of the answer.

     "I’m not leaving them-“ Bucky states from the side. "I’m not, they can’t-" 

    "Bucky, you’re a criminal and wanted in almost every single country, if you come in with (Y/N) and the rest of us you’ll be taken into custody,” Tony cocks his his head to Steve, and you can only imagine his gaze under the suit is sympathetic. “That goes for the rest of you too-" 


    "No,” Tony shakes his head, raising a hand to silence Steve. “I’m giving you guys a heads start, if you’re still here by the time the medics arrive they’re not going to sympathize with you, they’ll call the authorities to have you locked up. So, before they get here I suggest you guys get out of here," 

    "But (Y/N)-” Bucky began. 

    “They’re in good hands,” The android nods to Bucky. “But tony is right, the medics are only a few moments away and they will call the authorities, I do suggest you take the jet and get Zemo," 

    "I am coming with you,” T'challa coughs as he wipes at his bleeding mouth. “You may need an extra pair of hands in battle," 

    "You’re the reason we’re in this mess you motherfuck-”

    “3 minutes away,” Vision mutters, looking up to the sky expectantly. Bucky sighs, finally relenting in his argument. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back just enough to leave your lips touching slightly.

    “I’ll be back for you, okay?” You nod your head, hissing In pain as you do.

    “2 minutes and 45 seconds," 

    "Buck, come on, Clint, Wanda, Sam, Scott, I suggest you come along too,” Bucky stares at you for only a moment before standing up abruptly, the rest of team cap following. Without so much as a second glance The group took off towards the jet, leaving behind team iron man plus one. 

    “You’re gonna be fine kid,” Tony mutters, his hands haven taken the place of Steve’s. “I promise you,” You chuckle wetly, small bits of blood rising to your mouth, nearly choking you as they do. 

     "Don’t make promises you can’t keep,“

BTS Scenario: Getting Jealous When You Hang Out With Other Guyfriends


“Jagiya, I’m not mad that you have guy friends…I just… Want to be more important to you than they are.”

He would feel somewhat guilty for saying these things but he could feel a fire burn inside himself when he sees you with other guy friends. Of course he’d try to hold you by your waist or hold your hand any moment he could get but he didn’t want to smother you either.


“Of course I care! It may not seem like it but I do! I don’t want you running off with another guy that’s better than me and its scares me to death… I need you.”

As Suga is normally the guy to conceal his emotions, that changed when he would notice you were hanging out with different guys more. He would get mad at the fact that you think he didn’t care. He’d even get so mad that he would start crying and hitting things. You’re “his” girl and no one else.


“Me? Jealous?! Of them? Oh no no no… Maybe a little- But Jagiya you have to understand!! It isn’t easy to see your girl go off with a bunch of nobody’s when there is a perfectly good man waiting for her with open arms right here!”

Of course he’s in denial about being jealous since he didn’t want you to win the war. The war where you would say about how you get jealous when girls/fans surround him constantly so you should technically be allowed to hang around guys. Not that you’d ever cheat on a teddy bear like him.

Rap Monster:

“Hell yea I’m angry Y/N. They are not the ones you should be having fun with or hanging out with much at all! I’m your boyfriend… I just… Want to feel loved and not like you’re already starting to leave me.”

Rap Mon seems like the type to get angry then cools down only to get extremely upset. He has every right to be upset since he lost his one girlfriend to unfaithfulness and trust issues. It’s enough that he even let you in after all that’s happened so when he begs to you he does it with a sincere heart.


“Well, one thing is for sure, they aren’t as cool as me and they don’t have the skills I do so what’s so special about them Jagiya?”

He definitely shows his jealous and shows it well. He may be sweet but he’s also the type to be cocky about who he is but only to remind you of what you got. He loves you and that’s why he gets the way he does when he notices you drifting away or hanging out with other guys.


“This is not okay Y/N, at all! I’m not jealous but you shouldn’t be hanging out with other guys like that! It’s risky and they could take advantage of my girl!”

Even if he says he’s not jealous, you know not to listen to him because he truly is. He’ll say almost anything to change your mind about hanging out with other guy friends or even being their friend period. He’ll use the puppy eyes on you too!


“I.. I thought I was yours? Why are you always hanging out with those buff nice looking guys? Am I not good enough? I work out everyday and I try to take care of my appearance.. Please don’t fall in love with those guys.”

His innocence would slightly kick in but him being upset and jealous would definitely over power that. Insecurities would fill him and he would begin to question trust even though he loves you like crazy.