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Russian Bucky

Request: Can I request? Bucky pretending not to know English n only speaking Romanian/Russian and he overhears you talking about him so he’s like wtf but then he hears you saying some kinky shit and so he kind of plays along and when it’s all goin down he’s still talking in R/R and suddenly he whispers something in your ear in English and you’re like oh shit - @oh-my-gerd


You’ve gotten used to hearing Bucky’s language now. It surprised you at first when he greeted you in a Russian language, one which you couldn’t speak or understand. You thought he spoke English, but you were definitely wrong. You tried to understand what he would say, sometimes you’d even call Natasha and ask her what Bucky was saying, to which she would translate happily.

The fact that Bucky couldn’t speak English had you thinking that he definitely couldn’t understand it. So, you talked about Bucky, with Natasha mostly, about how nice and kind he was. Other times, for example: after a hard training session when Bucky’s all sweaty and shirtless, you’d blabber on and on to Nat about how badly you wanted him to just take control and have his way with you.

You were currently having one of those many moments.

You breathed out as you entered the kitchen for some water. Nat was leaning against the kitchen island, munching on some apple slices. You had just worked out for the morning and Bucky had walked in during your last ten minutes. He was shirtless, like always, and this time he wore sweats instead of his usual basketball shorts. When you say you could see everything, you meant everything. There was no hiding what he had.

Nat greeted you with a smile, but it turned into a smirk when she saw your lust blown eyes and red tinted cheeks. “What is it now, Y/N?” Nat asked in her usual sultry tone. You sighed again and shook your head as you remembered Bucky’s jumping jacks and what the movement caused. “Oh my god. Bucky’s body will be the death of me.” You said with a small giggle. Nat blushed and coughed into her hand.

You smirked as you got a bottle of water and started chugging it. “Y/N, that’s so weird.” Nat said, her voice clearly giving her away. You stopped drinking and looked at Nat, scoffing. “Oh come on, you know you’d say yes if he asked you to bend over the weight bench and let him fuck you until your abdomen bruised from how hard he was pounding you into it!” You said rather loudly. Nat gasped and threw an apple slice at you, her cheeks flaming. “Y/N, you do NOT think about that do you!?” Nat asked, her face full of entertainment.

It was your turn to be red in the face now. “I mean.” You said, drawing out the words, your eyebrows raised. Nat gasped again. “God, Y/N! You’re so lucky he can’t speak English.” Nat said with a giggle. You sighed. “Yeah, I doubt he’d know what I meant if I asked him to bang me.” You said, not noticing the shadowed figure near the door now.

Nat nodded and finished her snack. She crossed her arms and bit her lip. “I could always ask.” Nat said, a smirk on her face. You threw your empty water bottle at her and she quickly blocked it. “Hell no! He would not do that. It’s just a fantasy anyways.” You said a little quieter now.

Nat suddenly cleared her throat and your eyes followed hers. You saw Bucky walking in, his body coated with sweat and his sweatpants pulled up to his knees. Your face burned red and even though you knew he couldn’t speak or understand English, you felt embarrassed thinking he might’ve heard what you just said.

Bucky gave you and Nat a small smile and a nod, moving past you to get a water bottle. You looked at Nat and she had her hand over her mouth, holding in her laughs. The silence in the room was awkward and your heart was pounding in your chest.

You shot Nat a glare and stopped when Bucky turned to you. “Могу ли я поговорить с вами?” Bucky asked, capping his water bottle. Your eyebrows raised and you tried not to look down at his shirtless body. You looked at Nat for translation help. She smirked. “He wants to talk to you.” You gulped and turned back to Bucky.

A small “Uh huh” fell from your lips and a simple nod was all it took and Bucky had gripped your hand and he was pulling you out of the room. Your eyebrows creased together and your nervousness grew as you looked back at Nat’s shocked face. You had no idea where Bucky was taking you or what he wanted.

“Bucky?” You asked softly. He turned to you and stopped at the open doors to the gym. “Хотите тренироваться со мной?” Bucky asked, leading you into the gym. You didn’t understand what he said and Nat wasn’t here to help you out. You looked around the gym and sighed. “Friday, can you translate what Bucky asked?” You quietly questioned.

You watched Bucky shut the wooden gym doors and turn the lock. Your heart started racing again. “English translation: Do you want to train with me?” Friday said, answering your question. You sighed out and looked at Bucky. He walked over to you and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to the weight bench.

Your stomach dropped and he pointed for you to lie down under the weight bar with 20lb weights on the ends of it. You looked up at Bucky from where you were lying down. You knew something was up because Bucky worked out just before and you were there doing the same. So you weren’t sure why he wanted to continue training with you. He could’ve chosen Steve or even Sam.

Going along with it, you gently wrapped your hands around the bar. Bucky was standing above you and you had a clear view of his crotch if you tilted your head back just a tad. You could feel yourself getting wet already. Bucky’s hands guiding yours brought you out of your dirty thoughts. He helped you lift the bar and you breathed in and out steadily, lifting the bar up and down.

You and Bucky trained for about ten minutes more and the whole time, he had his hands on your body in some way or another. He helped you do your squats and lunges, he held your feet down when you did your crunches, and now he was helping you with push ups. You didn’t need the help, but his hands were a blessing to you, so you allowed it.

Bucky’s flesh hand was resting on your lower back as you did your push ups and you felt it move down slowly, giving your ass a light squeeze. You gasped and dropped your body down onto the mat, turning your head to look at Bucky. He had a smirk on his face and you sat up on your hands and knees. Bucky’s eyes trailed down your body and he tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth.

You stood to your feet and sighed out, wiping the sweat from your brow. “Is that why you wanted to train with me? To stare at my ass and try to feel me up?” You asked, knowing he couldn’t understand you. You were unsure of what Bucky’s intentions were. It’s not like he could just tell you, he can’t speak English. Bucky smirked again, though his features showed confusion. Bucky then looked into your eyes. “Я хотел бы ебать.” Bucky said, his voice low.

A frustrating sigh left your lips. You couldn’t understand him once again, so you asked Friday. “Friday, translate that, please.” You said, watching Bucky step closer to you. Your heart started to beat even faster as your cheeks burned red. “English translation: I’d like to fuck.” Friday said, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.

Bucky closed the distance between you two and he captured your lips in a kiss. Bucky’s lips were moving roughly against yours, his hands pulling you closer to his shirtless body. You moaned into the kiss and felt Bucky bend down to pick you up. Bucky pulled away, gasping for air as his blue eyes stared into yours.

He looked like he was asking for approval so you nodded. Bucky smirked and carried you over to the weight bench where you both undressed. Thinking he thought it was better than the mat and not that he understood what you said about him earlier, you smirked as Bucky set you down on the weight bench. He was about to hover above you, but you smirked and got down on your knees, bending over the bench like you’ve fantasized about many times.

Bucky chuckled and came up behind you, rubbing your soaked pussy with his flesh hand. You gasped and moaned softly, moving your hips back against his hand. Bucky moved behind you and you could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against the opening of your pussy now.

You whimpered as you moved your hips back and forth, getting impatient. “Bucky, please.” You moaned out. Bucky’s hands now rested on your hips as he slid into you, immediately starting to pound into your pussy. Your body jolted against the bench and you squealed, feeling just how big Bucky’s cock was. You never imagined it’d feel this good.

Bucky was grunting and his hips were slapping against yours hard and fast. You gasped as he hit your g-spot and Bucky chuckled deeply. “That feel good, Princess?” Bucky asked, making your face turn red and your moans come to an embarrassing halt. “Wh-what?” You asked, your heart racing in your chest.

Did Bucky just speak English or were you hearing things? Bucky bent over your back, his sweaty chest molding onto the skin of your back. You could feel Bucky’s cock twitch inside of you and you gasped slightly. Bucky’s mouth was beside your ear now and his breath was warm against your skin. “I asked if that felt good.” Bucky said in clear English, not a fault in his phrasing.

Your mouth fell open and Bucky chuckled again, his thrusts starting up again. Your face was red as can be and you could feel the heat rising around your neck. Bucky was able to speak English this whole time, meaning he understood every word you’ve ever said to him up to this very moment.

A moan fell from your lips and you decided to scold Bucky after he fucked you senseless. “It does.” You said softly, answering his question. Bucky groaned and continued to fuck you. Your abdomen was rubbing against the weight bench but it felt amazing. Bucky slammed into you and you moaned loudly, feeling your pussy clench as your orgasm got closer.

Bucky’s hands reached up to your ponytail and he tugged on it, causing your head to jerk back. “Oh, fuck yes!” You moaned and felt Bucky slap your ass with his metal hand. A growl escaped Bucky’s lips as your pussy clenched around his thick cock for the second time. “I’m gonna cum, Bucky.” You moaned out, feeling Bucky’s hand reach under you to rub your clit fast.

You started to cum around Bucky, broken sobs and moans falling from your lips as you felt Bucky’s cum shooting out inside of you in hot spurts. “You’re so good, yes. Oh my god. Fuck!” Bucky yelled, pounding into you as he rode out his orgasm. You moaned at the foul language coming from the man behind you.

A few minutes passed and you and Bucky lazily lied down on the mat, looking up at the ceiling. “How long?” You quietly asked, afraid to look over at Bucky. He chuckled. “Since forever.” You turned your head to look at Bucky, your face full of shock. “You idiot!”, you slapped Bucky’s arm, “Why didn’t you say something?” You asked shockingly.

You put your clothes back on and Bucky hurriedly did the same. You crossed your arms and stared at Bucky. His face turned red and he sighed. “I didn’t really feel like talking to everyone at first. Then I started hearing you talk about me and-I don’t know.” Bucky said, looking at you apologetically.

Bucky stepped closer to you and grabbed your hand in his. “That was fun, though.” He said softly with a smirk. Your face started heating up again and you rolled your eyes, though your lips formed a smile. “Ugh, you’re mental, Barnes.” You said with a giggle. Bucky smirked and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Am I still mental if I ask for a round 2 later tonight?”

Note: this was so much fun to write. I hope you like it and of course, you can request anytime you’d like, sweetie! feedback is welcome! .c

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Give me Draco and Harry dancing in the kitchen for no reason as the wireless crackles with static in the background, laughing as their socks slide on the floor and they fall against the kitchen counter breathless from laughing.

Give me Harry and Draco splayed across the couch with Harry completely covering as much of Draco as possible just because he can and Draco pretending to be affronted “honestly potter could you be any heavier” as he buries his face in Harry’s hair to hide his smile.

Give me Draco complaining about everything as they move into their first flat together and Harry’s nerves are shot because God Draco can still be a prat sometimes and Harry had worked so hard to find a place he thought Draco would like but then he overhears Draco muttering to himself “none of this is good enough for Harry” and oh….oh.

Give me bumbling and awkwardness as Harry tries to teach Draco to cook and he wants to learn because damnit if Harry can do it how hard can it be but he also resists because he’s never had to and he doesn’t like to fail so he pretends to hate it. Harry pretends not to notice as ingredients continue to disappear from the pantry but there’s never anything to eat and they end up eating takeaway most nights.

Give me middle of the night when Harry can’t sleep and he tosses and turns relentlessly until Draco huffs and pretends to be annoyed for old times sake but the way his fingers find Harry’s show him otherwise as Draco wraps his arms around him pressing a kiss to the scar on his forehead that still hurts in his heart

Just give me Harry and Draco finally free from Voldemort; free from others expectations and guilt and fear as they find themselves and find each other.

anonymous asked:

Langst prompt: Lance has been underselling his battle wounds.. his arm's been broken for four weeks but we can still function so " it's just been really sore lately, no biggie." ( Me right now... I said that to my dad this morning) once he does get out of the pod everyone wants to know why he never said anything he tells them that Voltron was more important than a few broken bones and a gaping wound or two, what if you guys needed me while I was in the pod?


Also I hope you’re feeling better!

Mentions of Injuries 

Lance groaned in pain as he sat back in his chair in Blue. “Blue, can you get me out of here? I need to check myself over.” Blue purred in response and took off from where she was stationed. Lance reached up and pulled his helmet off his head and wiped the sweat that was formed. He just ran back from a Galra base, he was snipping them down but ended up getting surrounded and had to fight his way out. Yet before he could escape one of the Galra managed to grab his arm.

Lance ran his left hand down his body and bit back a scream when he touched his right shoulder. It felt hot and Lance could tell it was swollen. Lance closed his eyes and pulled up a video chat with Hunk. “Hey Hunk.” 

“Lance! Thank goodness you’re okay! We were all worried about you. Are you okay? You look pale and sweaty?” 

Lance nodded, “Yeah the Galra scared me….I got closer than I wanted to.” 

Hunk nodded, “well everyone else headed back to the castle when they saw Blue starting to fly. I’m almost back to the castle, how far are you?” 

Lance looked at his map and focused on the distance left, “maybe 10 to 30 ticks.” 

“Alright, I’ll be in the kitchen making something special for your success!” Hunk closed the video chat and Lance slumped back into his chair. His arm throbbed in pain and he could feel Blue’s concern. “I’m okay girl, just a little sore that’s all.” A few ticks later Blue landed in the castle and Lance slowly made his way to his room, smiling at his teammates and fighting back tears when Shiro patted his shoulder in congratulations. 

As soon as Lance reached his room and snapped off his armor and peeled back his body suit. His arm from his elbow up to his shoulder was swollen and was slowly turning a deep purple. It felt warm to the touch and Lance nearly cried when his fingers brushed a little too rough against his skin. 

Lance slowly moved his shoulder in a small circle, moving through the pain that shot through his body. Well, I can still move it, that’s good at least. I should be fine, this is nothing to worry about. I just need to keep this a secret, don’t want to worry the team after all.

“Lance, dinner time!” Coran’s voice was muffled through his bedroom door and Lance managed to pull his everyday shirt on without blacking out because of the pain. 

“Coming Coran!” Lance grabbed his jacket and plastered a smile on his face. Smiles hide everything, just keep one on. Nobody will question anything.  


It had been a week since Lance’s injury and Lance thought he was hiding it well. Every time Lance was around Blue she would growl at him and tell him to go to medical but Lance would always brush her off. “Like I said I’m fine Blue, I can’t burden the team anymore, after all I’m the teams sharpshooter! They need me to be ready to go on missions with them.” Lance poured more water on Blue’s paw and started to scrub her down more. He was taking longer than usual but his shoulder still hurt whenever he move any object over 3lbs. 

“Lance? What are you talking about?” Keith approached Lance and the Blue Lion and Lance broke out into a cold sweat. 

“Well would you look at that! It’s the famous Red paladin! What are you doing buddy” Lance gave Keith a toothy smile. Smile’s hide everything, just keep it up.

Keith stopped a few feet in front of Lance and crossed his arms. “What can’t you tell the team?” 

“Tell the team what? I don’t need to tell you guys anything! Everything is A-O-kay.” Lance chuckled, prayin that it would throw Keith off yet it only made him pry farther. 

“Lance tell me what is going on?” Keith took a few steps forward and placed his hands on Lance’s shoulders. Lance inhaled through his teeth and stepped backwards. Keith pulled his hands away like he just touched something hot. “Lance!? Are you okay?” 

“Ye-yeah, I’m peachy. Sorry you scared me a little bit.” Another chuckle. 

Keith narrowed his eyes and reached forward again, “Lance are you hurt?” 

“No, I would tell you if I was hurt, but I’m not so can you just leave me alone?” Lance took a step back and turned towards Blue who responded with a growl. 

“You’re keeping something from us, and I’m going to get to the bottom of this.” Keith point his index finger at the taller boy and stomped out of the hanger. 

Lance sighed and mocked Keith, “I’m going to get to the bottom of this. Sure you are Keith. What’s one person going to find out.” 

“Lance, what’s this about you being hurt?” Shiro and Coran entered the hanger and Lance released a groan. 

“I’m not hurt, I’m fine. I don’t know what Keith said to you but I can assure you that I’m uninjured and completely fine.” Another smile and a chuckle for good measure.

Coran approached Lance, flashing a smile at Blue and turned toward the boy. “Well can you accompany me to the med bay? I would just like to check you over, just to be sure.”

“You don’t trust me? I’m telling you the truth.” Lance crossed his arm, keeping his face straight through the pain. 

“I trust you, I just want to ease my concern.” Coran touched Lance’s back lightly and Lance looked at his leader. 

Shiro released a breath, “Lance, can you humor us?” 

“Fine, let’s get this over with.” Lance let Coran lead him out of the hanger, feeling Blue send him encouragement as far as she could. 

“Alright my boy, let’s take a look at you.” Coran had told Lance to sit on the exam table and he started to examine Lance. Lance attempted to remain calm but he knew that there was no way out of it, and everyone was going to find out what he was trying to hide. 

Coran continued his business and and Lance remained silent, until Coran rotated his shoulder. “Ouch.” 

“Are you alright?” Coran pulled his hands away, just like Keith did and Shiro stepped closer to the table. 

“Did you hurt your shoulder?” 

Lance shook his head no and attempted to pull away from Coran but he managed to hold him still. “Let’s have a look at this shall we?” Coran pulled the tan boys shirt back and narrowed his eyes at what he saw. “Lance….what happened?” His voice sounded dark and Lance attempted to keep his voice even. 

“A few weeks ago I bumped my shoulder, it’s nothing major. It doesn’t even hurt.” Lance tried to jump off the table but Coran held him down. 

“This is dislocated Lance and your elbow is sprained. You need to get in a pod.” Before Lance could protest he was being shoved into a med suit and the pod door were shutting on him, blocking him from his concerned team. 


Almost a week later Lance stumbled out of the pod right into Hunks arms. “Lance! I’ve missed you so much.” 

Lance reached up and hugged his friend, “hey Hunk. How long was I in there?”

“Almost a week, are you feeling better?” Shiro stepped forward and Lance pulled away from his friend. 

“Yeah.” Coran told Lance to move his shoulder and arm and Lance complied, feeling nothing but normality when he moved.  He flashed a smile of thanks at Coran and he faced his team. Nobody said anything but Keith eventually stepped forward. 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you tell me? I thought be bonded.” 

“I didn’t want to be a burden, well more of a burden than I already am. I’m the team sharpshooter after all, what if you needed me for a mission? What if you needed me while I was healing? I can’t help you if I’m stuck in that tub.” Lance stared at the floor, he didn’t want to see everyone reaction. He never wanted them to see how weak he actually was. 

Nobody said anything but Lance was nearly knocked over by Keith hugging him. “You idiot, you can’t be our sharpshooter if your arm is broken. It’s okay to get healed, it’s okay to ask for help.” Lance hugged his mullet friend back and soon everyone joined in. 

Lance was okay, he was with his family and everything was going to be okay.

What is a good ending? Do I know her??????

I hope you like it!

Thank you! <33

When I Look at You {Percival Graves x Reader}

Requests are open!

Prompt: @effleurermonamourgravel : Just a really fluffy cute one about Graves x reader?? it’s up to you what it should be about <3

A/N: I linked a song for the romantic scene be sure to check it out.

Warnings: none

Originally posted by talking-limbo

You came home from work and crashed onto the mattress. Within in five minutes, you fell asleep. You woke up what felt like only twenty minutes later. The door opening woke you with a start. Percival stood in the doorway. He was slowly backing away and closing the door but you were already awake and sitting up.

“I’m so sorry..”

“No, it’s alright. I wasn’t getting much sleep anyway,” the exhaustion was apparent as you spoke. Percy walked over to the bed, kicked off his shoes, and shuffled under the blankets. 

“What are you doing?” you mumbled. He didn’t answer, instead, he wrapped his arm around your waist. 

“I know you had a rough day at work so you stay here, I’ll let you know when I’m done.” He got up and dashed out of the room leaving you laying in bed confused. 

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Word count: 3,444
Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader
Warnings: some self-deprecation, a little social anxiety as well? Bucky being a flirt, tooth-rotting, cavity-inducing fluff

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a one shot in my head for a while and I figured I’d take a break from Begin Again to write this out before I lost it. Hope you enjoy xx

You stood in front of the full length mirror making final adjustments to your make up, swiping stray eye liner from the corner of your eye. Tony was throwing another party to keep up public appearances and unfortunately, you felt obliged to go. Tony was your friend and if he was going to suffer, you decided that you would too. 

You were dressed in a tailored dark wine red playsuit with black opaque tights and black heels. It was slim fit, and the neckline rested only a few inches below your neck so it was sophisticated enough but not too stuffy. 

You heard the door open as you threw your eye pencil back into its place when -

‘Doll, are you - hello, gorgeous.’

You rolled your eyes playfully, looking at him in the reflection of the mirror, but blushed. He looked impossibly handsome - broad-chested and dressed in an all-black suit, the only colour coming from his gentle cerulean eyes and full pale lips. His hair was brushed back and you knew you would have trouble concentrating on anything else but him.

‘Turn around, lemme get a look at you.’ His words were meant to sound sultry but there was a near-goofy smile on his face that essentially just described Bucky himself.

You obliged, quirking an eyebrow. ‘I dunno, Barnes, you seemed to be enjoying the other view.’

Bucky flicked you on the forehead playfully. ‘Get your head out of the gutter,’ he smirked, making you giggle, before wrapping his arms around you and kissing you gently. In your heels, you were still a couple inches shorter than him. 

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Secretly A Softie.

Request: Hi~can I possibly get a bts yoongi dabble with number 12, 37, 47 and 69 (really sorry if I did this wrong this is my first time requesting a drabble. …or anything actually)   

12. “You can’t leave! The bed gets too cold without you!”  

37.“If you have to get dressed, the least you can do is wear my shirt.”

47.“If he looks at you like that again I swear to God I’ll kill him.” 

69.“You’re too cute for that shit.” 

~Yoongi drabble.   

~Slight Angst?+Fluff. 

The movement beside you woke you immediately and you opened your eyes groggily. You yawned loudly as your vision focused on your now standing boyfriend. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you sat up and glanced at the clock on your bedside table. 

“Yoongi, it’s 5 am! What are you doing awake?” you exclaimed. A look of guilt flashed across his face, so quick you almost didn’t see it. 

“You’re going to the studio aren’t you?” you accused as the realization dawned on you. He nodded his head weakly then covered it with his hood. You sighed and shook your head. 

“Yoongi, don’t you have today off?”  

“I swapped it for another day in a couple months time. Sorry, I know we had plans but-”

 “But this is important,” you finished his sentence sharply, “You can’t leave! the bed gets too cold without you.”

 He gave you an apologetic look before pocketing his phone and walking towards the closed door of your shared bedroom.  

“Will you be back tonight?” you asked as he pulled the door open. 

“No,” he replied bluntly then walked out, slamming the front door behind him. Frustrated, you flung yourself back onto the mattress. ‘What the hell was that about?’  you wondered. You racked your brain for any time over the past couple months that you had fought but you couldn’t remember fighting with him at all. In fact, this is the longest you’ve ever gone without fighting. The closest thing you’d had to a “fight” was last week. 


The alarm blared, waking both you and your boyfriend Yoongi up. You groaned and elbowed him playfully. He laughed softly as he kissed your forehead. 

“Sorry Jagi, I’ll turn it off now,” he said as he got out of bed. 

“I might as well get up too,” you yawned and literally rolled out of bed, then just stayed on the floor. Yonngi laughed at your ridiculous antics before lifting you off the ground. You stretched your arms before walking over to your wardrobe.  

“If you have to get dressed, the least you can do is wear my shirt,” Yoongi said as he threw one of his many black t-shirts in your direction. 

“And what if I don’t want to?” you countered with a smirk and Yoongi glared at you. You tossed the t-shirt onto the bed and turned back to the wardrobe. You glanced over at Yoongi and burst out laughing, immediately giving in. He had his hand over his face and had a very over-dramatic look of hurt on his face that disappeared the second he heard your laugh. You grabbed the t-shirt with a roll of your eyes. 

“Turn around pervert!” you ordered and Yoongi turned around with his hands raised in defense, his adorable gummy smile mirrored by a smile of your own. 


“Y/N, you idiot that doesn’t even count as a fight!” you muttered angrily to yourself. 

“Well, I won’t be getting back to sleep anytime soon so might as well get up.” You dragged your weary body from the bed and into the kitchen, grabbing your phone on the way. 

Searching through the cabinets, you found all the ingredients pancakes require and set about making the batter. 


Over an hour or two and three failed attempts later, you managed to successfully make way too many pancakes, having gotten a little carried away. You grabbed your phone to check the time. 

“08:45! Did it really take me that long?” you sighed. Since you had made too many pancakes, you wrapped them up in tinfoil and put them in a big bag. You decided you’d bring them over to the studio, knowing all too well that Yoongi wouldn’t be alone. 

After freshening up and getting dressed, you put the pancake-filled bag into your car and headed over to the Bighit building. You parked at the back of the building and used the door the guys use. You made your way to the studio quickly, wanting to keep the pancakes as warm as possible. 

You reached the closed glass door minutes later. You knock loudly.

“Come in!” a muffled voice said. You pushed the door open and were met with the tired stares of all 7 Bts members. 

“I have food,” you said as you raised the large bag. 6 of the 7 cheered loudly and Taehyung hurtled towards you. You handed him the bag and he smiled gratefully. 

“Ya Taehyung-ah! They’re not just for you!” Seokjin yelled as Taehyung practicaly dove into the bag. The others chorused in agreement as you made your way over to Yoongi. Taehyung sat on the desk chair across from you two and chatted happily as he eat. He was mid-story when you burst out laughing at his overly-animated gestures, with Taehyung looking up at you fondly. Suddenly, Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against him. 

“If he looks at you like that again I swear to God I’ll kill him.” 

You gave him a questioning look and laughed at his clenched jaw and obvious glare. 

“Is the Min Yoongi, dare I say it, jealous?” you teased. Yoongi looked at you, clearly not amused. You rolled your eyes. 

“First of all, your being ridiculous,” you whispered, “and second of all, you’re too cute for that shit.”

“I’m not cute,” he replied, attempting to hide his smile. 

“By the way, I’m sorry about…everything really. I’m just-” 

“Stressed,” you finished with a smile

Something Here [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Request: Hi! Could you please write a linxreader imagine? Reader is lin’s girlfriend, but they haven’t been together for that long and she is quite a bit younger than him. He takes her to the show one night and introduces her to the cast. The cast have there worries about her being younger and that she might only be with him for the fame. (They maybe confront him about this) In the end they see that she is not with him for fame or whatever, but really loves him. I would love it if you could write this.

Word count: 1,495

Warnings: age difference, light swearing, a little bit of angst but nothing big.

A/N: I changed the request a little (as always) but the main idea remains. I hope this is what you wanted, the idea came kinda easily to me this way, so maybe that’s why I went a bit off from the request, I hope you still like it tho! <3 

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You knew. The moment his lips touched yours during rehearsal you knew, and it felt like the most cliche description ever to say that you got butterflies on stomach and a spark between you and Lin when you kissed, but that was exactly what happened.

Weeks progressed and you, the newest understudy for all three Schuyler sisters, were scared out of your goddamn mind. This was your broadway debut, and learning the four female roles on the biggest show on Broadway was no easy task on its own, being in love with the creator and main star of the show didn’t help either.

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x-hanayori  asked:

a continuation to the angsty hashisaku with 33. “Please don’t do this.” pls :D

a follow up to this. I blame @the-roadkill-cafe for everything.


Hashirama looks up from his desk, hiding a smile behind his folded hands as Sakura storms into his office. “Ah, Sakura, I thought you’d be away for a few more months. What happened to your visit to Kumo?”

Sakura slams a missive on his desk. “That is why I am here.”

Hashirama glances down, frowning slightly as he catches his brother’s familiar scrawl. “So Tobirama told you.”

“Hashirama, why are you doing this?” Her voice breaks, but her posture is solid, fists clenched.

“You know why,” he replies, standing and reaching out to cup her cheek. His hand stills when she takes a step back. His expression falls, heralding the oncoming storm. “You still deny me?”

Sakura shakes her head, incredulous. “You turned down Uzushio’s suit, Hashirama. You were already past the negotiation stage. You reneged on your engagement. You’ve slighted Uzushio, the Uzumaki, Mito. Their only recourse is war.”

Hashirama waits until she meets his eyes. “So?” he responds, taking pleasure in the shock writ clear upon her face. “What care have I for war? Uzushio is a small nation, prosperous certainly, but nothing in the face of Konoha’s might. If they attack, and they shall, they will fall. We will have Uzushio’s lands regardless, by the blood born of marriage or the blood shed in war. It shall be war.” Hashirama flicks his wrist and the boards beneath Sakura’s feet move, shifting her closer. This time when he tries to cup her face, she allows it. “And you shall still be mine.”

For a brief moment, Sakura’s eyes slide shut and she presses her cheek into his hand, memorizing the way his calluses catch across her skin. Too soon, her eyes open once more to the reality before her, the nightmare she has a hand in creating.

“Please don’t do this,” she whispers, hand coming up to cover his.

Hashirama smiles and it is a beautiful, terrible thing. He strums his thumb across her cheek, brushing her stray hairs away from her face. “It is already done. It is the only way I can have you.” The wood creaks and Sakura finds herself caught in the embrace of his arms. The arms that sheltered her and made her safe. Never before have they felt like a cage, until now. “We can be together.”

Sakura shoves away from him, shaking her head. “No, we cannot. Hashirama, we cannot be together.”

“But I’m no longer marrying Mito,” he protests, reaching for her again.

Sakura evades him. “Our fates were sealed the moment you agreed to the marriage, regardless of whether you go through with it or not. We cannot be together. I will not have the blood of countless innocents shed for my happiness.” Her eyes burn with the fire he first fell in love with. “I will not allow you to start a war in my name.”

“It is too late,” Hashirama replies, fierce in his anger, in the clawing desperation at his chest. Why can’t she understand? If only she’d see the reason in his actions, they could have happiness. Together. “Uzushio has heard my rejection; the banners of war are flying. There is nothing you can do.”

Sakura stares at him for a long moment and Hashirama’s breath catches at the overflowing emotions he sees simmering there. “There is always a way,” she replies, before disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Hashirama watches the wisps of smoke until they dissipate, jaw tight and heart heavy. He knows, somewhere deep within, that nothing will ever be the same. Yet he refuses to be idle.

Hashirama whistles, not turning as his Anbu appear at his back. His eyes burn with tears but he cannot shed them. Not here.

“Your orders?” one of them asks.

“Bring her back,” Hashirama replies, voice rough.

One way or another, Hashirama is getting his way.

Layton looks kinda suspect in the new Lady Layton trailer...

Brain: Gurl, don’t do it.

Me: Layton looks kinda suspect in the new Lady Layton trailer.

Brain: Ummmmm……

Me: I mean, his smile looks forced and the shadow under his eyes usually means that something’s not right. In fact… doesn’t that look remind you of:

Me: Yeah, he looks like the “evil Layton” in unwound future! And the plot in Layton’s Mystery Journey is about Kat (Layton’s daughter) while she is looking for Professor Layton who has been missing? What if it’s not a normal missing person case? What if it’s more like a “I think my dad has been replaced by someone else” kind of plot? Does that mean real Layton has been missing and no one has noticed for years? Who kidnapped him? How long has be been suffering? And if it’s just a normal missing person case, well then why does he look like a crazy person barely hiding behind a smile? Maybe he lost it after everything that happened to him finally piled up? Or maybe he didn’t go missing… but ran away??? There’s so many directions Level 5 can take his character… No matter what they do, Layton’s story is still probably going to be heart wrenching.

Brain: But didn’t the creators say that this spin off was supposed to go a different direction? Level 5 said that the story will be more lighthearted and comedic-



Brain: Oh my word.

Addewid (III)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Kai (Jongin)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,779

Summary: You cannot appeal to my better nature, for I have none. I am not human, little one.”

You’ve always known you were different. You’re able to see them, after all, able to see the Others. You’ve also always ignored them. Until the day comes where you’re forced to make a choice - one that throws your world into chaos. And sends you down a path you might never return from.

Originally posted by exo-daydreams

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This is what happens when I drink caffeine. Thanks for reading

When Amanda opens her front door on that rainy, Wednesday night, she nearly closes it. She is too tired and too stressed to deal with Sam’s bullshit, but he looks like a drowned puppy, soaked and red eyed (though she can’t quite remember the last time she actually saw Sam without red eyes), that she rolls her eyes and ushers him inside.

“Thanks a lot, Amanda,” Sam says scrambling over the threshold, barely catching himself when he trips over his feet.

“Whatever,” Amanda responds shutting the door. She turns, cringing when Sam’s wet jacket falls to the floor, knowing she’ll be the one who has to clean that up. “What are you, like, even doing here?”

Sam spins around to face her, something close to panic flickering across his face, but it quickly morphs into an easy going smile and he shrugs. “I was in the neighborhood, ya know?”

“No, I don’t know.” She moves across the room, kicking Sam’s jacket out of her way, and says, “You’re dripping water all over my floor. I think Steve left some stuff here. I’ll be right back.

“How is Steve?”

“Why do you care?”

“I dunno, figured I’d ask.”

“Uh-huh.” Amanda rushes upstairs, not in the mood to discuss hers and Steve’s relationship, especially with present company. It’s not Sam’s business to know that she hasn’t seen Steve in over a week and that he hasn’t bothered to answer her calls. It’s no one’s business but her own. And Steve’s. Fucking asshole.

Amanda grabs the first set of male clothes she can find, hurrying out of her bedroom, and quickly returns to Sam. She finds him where she left him, standing awkwardly in her foyer, staring distractedly at the floor. She scares him when she clears her throat, and he flinches slightly when she holds out the clothes for him, but she doesn’t comment.

“Thanks,” he says quietly, taking the clothes. “Is there a place I can change?”

“Bathroom’s over there.” She gestures towards an area under the stairs, and he nods, hurrying away, disappearing behind the bathroom door.

Amanda crosses her arms, glaring at the door, wondering why Sam would bother showing up here of all places. He has sold drugs to half the student body, surely one of them would have let him into their house. What made her so special?

Sam comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, clutching his wet clothes in his hands, nearly tripping over Steve’s sweats. He’s practically swimming in the sweater he’s wearing, Steve having a good thirty pounds and 5 inches on him, and Amanda has to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Sam literally looks like a child playing dress up.

“You got somewhere I can put these?” Sam asks, sounding a little miffed, and Amanda knows she didn’t hide her amusement well enough.

“I’ll get a trash bag.”

She returns from the kitchen a few moments later, shaking out a black trash bag, and hands it over to Sam. As he starts shoving his stuff inside, he says, “Your parents let Steve stay over all the time?”

Amanda frowns. “I told you, my parents were…”

“Killed. Yeah, yeah.” Sam ties the bag, tossing it by the door, and says, “Car accident, right?”

Stomach clenching, Amanda blinks away a stray tear, and says, “I don’t wanna talk about that.”

Sam must sense her discomfort, resting his hand on her shoulder when he says, “Sorry. Sometimes, sometimes I don’t think before I say stuff.”

She shakes his hand off, moving away from him. “That’s an understatement.” She crosses her arms, scowling at the floor, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Look, if you’ve come all the way here to, like, talk about my family…”

“No, no I-” Sam trails off, looking away from her, and Amanda feels a little vindicated that she’s made him uncomfortable. “Look, it’s nothing. I just…” He runs a hand through his hair, clenching the other into a fist, looking like he wants to say something, but instead he sighs and shakes his head. “Just, you know, in the neighborhood.”

“On a Wednesday? During a rainstorm?”

“Sometimes ya gotta take a walk. No matter the weather.”

Amanda makes a skeptical sound, but doesn’t push the subject. He’s not talking, and there’s no point in trying to force him to say anything. So, instead, she says, “You can, I don’t know, wait out the storm here, I guess.”

She walks back into the living room, returning to her seat on the couch, and a few seconds later Sam joins her, cramming himself into the far corner, pulling his knees up to his chest.

“Whatcha, uh, whatcha watching?” he asks curiously, squinting at the paused movie on the TV screen. “Is that Willy Wonka?”

“It’s the only thing the video store had,” Amanda snaps, defensive. She’s not about to tell Sam that’s she and her dad used to watch this movie every year on her birthday and that sometimes, when she really starts to miss him, she rents it just so she can feel closer to him again. It’s not Sam’s business.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Sam says quickly, raising his hands in an attempt to mollify the situation. “ Ain’t nothing wrong with Willy Wonka.”

“I know.”

“You mind if I watch it with you?”

Amanda hesitates, wondering if Sam is making fun of her, but he seems sincere and the movie is almost over, so she sighs and nods. She reaches for the remote, hitting play on the VHS, and settles back, crossing her arms over her chest.

It doesn’t take her long to get back into the movie, her gaze so focused on the screen that she completely forgets Sam is sitting next to her. Quietly, she says the lines with the actors, eyes burning as she watches Wonka, Charlie, and Grandpa Joe break free from the factory in the glass elevator.

When Wonka says, “You know what happened to the man who has everything? He lived happily ever after.” she blinks and a single tear rolls down her face, landing on his shirt. She reaches up to wipe it away, but another one replaces it and another and another. She sniffs, hiccuping, wishing her dad was here right now to tell her everything is going to be okay.

When she feels the hand on her shoulder, for just a moment, she believes her wish has come true, but it’s only Sam. He gives her a sad smile, and she tries to return it but she knows she’s not successful.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” He gives her an awkward shoulder pat, trying his hardest to comfort her, but that’s not what she needs right now.

Amanda isn’t sure who’s more surprised when she throws her arms around his neck: him or her, but she needs a hug and he can get past his discomfort for one night. He’s still for a good ten seconds before he slowly puts his arms around her, and she buries her head in his shoulder.

She thinks she feels him kiss the top of her head, but she doesn’t comment. In fact, she vows never to speak of this moment to anyone, not even Steve, but for right now she basks in the comfort.

Even if it’s only for this one night.

Imagine this scenario.

Hide is pretty popular with his classmates and his peer, even his senpais are drawn to him. He’s a fun guy to be around, and he’s hilarious. He’s like a light and everyone else is a moth. But things started to change halfway through high school after a certain incident occurred. 

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How Haechan would kiss you

Originally posted by honeyxxxmoon

  • honestly
  • if we’re talking about your first kiss
  • it was one of the fastest kisses like
  • almost just a peck??
  • “it’s just that u looked cute ok don’t look at me like that i couldn’t help it”-donghyuck
  • he was red af and he was embarrassed ok but he would never confess that
  • ok but fast forward to after ur first kiss
  • he loves stealing kisses and then saying that he didn’t lmao
  • when he does kiss you i think he loves it the most when he cups ur face in his hands
  • or sometimes he just places his hands on your waist
  • lol honestly sometimes he doesn’t even place his hands anywhere bcs sometimes he gives out lazy kisses where he just leans over,gives you a kiss and goes back to scrolling on his phone
  • rlly he loves the look on ur face when ur surprised that he kissed you
  • “how does it feel to get kissed by an angel”-hae
  • “idk you tell me,since i can’t kiss myself”-you
  • “oH”-mark in the bg
  • “do you see this beauty that i can call mine :’)”-hae
  • ok but sometimes he does have these moments where he kisses u bcs he wants to know if u still love and appreciate him
  • at those times he holds u v close to him bcs he’s scared you’ll leave him and find someone better
  • pls cherish and spoil him in those moments
  • he’s honestly just a big baby ok he needs love
  • he could also randomly kiss u when he’s v happy
  • he also loves it when u kiss him bcs ur proud of him bcs it makes him feel ever more proud of himself
  • a fluff ball tbh

“Donghyuck..?Are you crying.?” you softly asked as you slowly approached him.He looked up and faced the other way when he saw it was you.

“No,I’m not.There was just something in my eye” he mumbled quickly as he quickly wiped away his tears.You sat down beside him and held his hands in yours.

“Donghyuck,look at me” you told him.He looked up and tried to hide everything with a smile.

“I’m okay,see?Everything’s fine” he tried acting cheerfully but he knew he couldn’t hide it from you.

You ran your hand through his hair.

“Just tell me what’s wrong,babe” you tried again.You didn’t want him to bottle it all up.

He sighed and laid his head down on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Y/N,why is the world so cruel sometimes?Why can’t I be loved for who I really am?” he asked softly.It felt like you were talking to a completely different person but it was still Lee Donghyuck you were talking to.

“Is this about the comments about your skin,Hyuck?” you continued the conversation going.It was nice to have conversations like these sometimes and to not have him roast you 24/7.

“Yeah,kinda..” he sighed.He never really felt like this but sometimes it was just too much.All he wants is to be loved.

“In the world,there will always be people who judge you,no matter what.But there are also always people who will love you,no matter what” you replied.

“I know you love me~” he grinned at you as he poked your side.You smiled as you knew that the happy Donghyuck was slowly coming back.

“Of course I do!” you exclaimed as he laughed and cupped your face in his hands.He smiled at you as he places his forehead on yours.

“Thanks for being there for me,I know I don’t say it a lot,but I’m glad that you’re here by my side” he mumbled right before he gave you one of the sweetest kisses you’ve ever had.

“Okay but did you hear that Mark is gonna get a bowl cut again?God,I can’t wait to take pics of it,I’ll have more blackmail on him then” he suddenly started telling you after he pulled away.

“Donghyuck,please” you sighed as he started showing you all kind of memey pictures of Mark.

But you were glad that the happy Donghyuck was back.

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So Glad You're Home

A/N: requests are open! feedback is appreciated :-)

word count: 1.5k +

summary: Conor’s month in L.A. is coming to a close, but you want him home ASAP.

Calling Conor at two in the morning his time is never something you thought you’d do. You know he’s asleep, probably exhausted from his day’s events, and you feel absolutely horrible for pestering him at such a late hour, but you don’t know what to do or who to talk to and you miss him so badly it’s painful. You’re well aware that there are plenty of couples who manage long distance relationships, and that Conor’s only been in L.A. for a month and is coming home indefinitely this weekend so you can’t exactly claim that title, but it’s been an especially rough month and you just can’t take it. It’s almost as if everything bad that could’ve happened did happen as soon as he left London: you’ve been assigned what seems like an impossible amount of essays and reports, an insane amount of late-night shifts at the campus bookstore you haven’t been able to get out of, and an oncoming cold you’ve felt in the back of your head for almost two weeks. Things’ve been piling up and you’re stressed and extremely overwhelmed and you know if Conor were here he’d make it all better. Having to wait almost seven more days is out of the question.

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The Influencers: Laura Palmer

Laura Palmer: Twin Peaks’ Homecoming Queen and Centerpiece

It all started with a Homecoming Queen. She was dead and wrapped in plastic. The hauntingly beautiful blonde North Pacific teenage dream washed up on shore, nearby the Northern Lodge is what started it all. Laura Palmer was the American Dream the bore the secrets of a hellish life and a gruesome end. And yet, her story doesn’t just yet. Laura Palmer was Town Peaks’ savior. Ripped from the innocents, she dabbled in the darkness of the woods but she never let her conscious be sucked out.

According to her secret diary, young Laura has seen over 40 sexual deviants.From the violent Leo Johnson to the corrupt Ben Horne, the sultriness of the blonde bombshell was too captive to bear. Designed as a Marilyn Monroe mockup, Palmer eerily shares Norma Jean’s descent to death in a manner no other Marilyn biopic could. Her innocence was snuffed from out of her, even before she bled to death.

Ayn Rand once wrote this about Marilyn: “Marilyn Monroe on the screen was an image of pure, innocent, childlike joy in living. She projected the sense of a person born and reared in some radiant utopia untouched by suffering, unable to conceive of ugliness or evil, facing life with the confidence, the benevolence, and the joyous self-flaunting of a child or a kitten who is happy to display its own attractiveness as the best gift it can offer the world, and who expects to be admired for it, not hurt”

That figure that radiated a brim of light and utopia among the proverbial hypocrisies of the town buried in secrets is very much like Laura herself. Her smile and bright eyes were forced to see people and the alters for what they really were. Imagine the world where all your heroism and good deeds have no importance because the pain is just too unreal. You are the captive of your own parent’s sexual deviances. You are the pawn in “The Evil that Men Do.” To live your life as the sexual prey that lingers and consumes your father is morally reprehensible.

When you see Bob inhabit Cooper in the new season, we see a different man, absolutely. But everything Bad Cooper does is in tune with survivalism, with the nature of his job, and with his take on what’s the difference between morally and ethically good and bad. Even the murders are not of significant impertinence because he sees this part of his job. It’s the Hit Man or the Bounty Hunter. You cross the line, you paid with your life. This may be because deep down, the doppelganger is the duality of all the bad that lies inside Cooper. This is a Cooper with a freewill and choice to do unrepentant harm more than the choice to be good. The Bob here seems content to wreak havoc yet humane. This Bob Cooper appears to be lascivious, crude, and detached to the lightness. He operates in the dark where he can trap the creatures of the night. His entourage is these hooligans who look like they should be a part of Deliverance.

Leland Palmer, on the hand, is obtusely repugnant because as mentioned in the original series, his entire conscious was raped and carved out of him. His whole being and sense of right and wrong are influenced by Bob himself who is more the Jiminy Cricket to Leland’s Pinocchio. Yes, it’s horrifying to know that his own innocence was taken from him when he was just a boy but that doesn’t absolve him from the crimes he committed. He is everything described in Soundgarden’s “Black Hole Sun.” Painted smiles hiding a truth only found in nightmares.

As far as we know, this Bad Cooper doesn’t rape because he doesn’t have to. He gets what he wants. That he makes very clear. The doppelganger knows he’s bad but there’s a charm to him because he’s upfront about it. In many ways, there’s no need to go insane because he’s not hiding behind secrets and the dualities that do belong to us. He acknowledges himself for him and he can truly enjoy his essence.

With Leland, there is a sick streak of a shadowed veneer underneath the handsome suburban lawyer father. He is constantly trying to pretend to be normal but he sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s no longer conduit for Bob. He is Bob and Bob is him. That’s why the evil spirit doesn’t want that vessel anymore. He wants someone pure like Laura and Cooper that he can just live without his garmonbozia. Leland was too much of an erratic liability to withstand. He was in complete denial of his willing participation in these crimes. He was a family man. Your lawyer (to a corrupt capitalist with his own shady deals, Ben Horne incidentally is Laura’s pimp), your upright citizen in a quaint little suburban town.

The true story here is of a girl who was saddled with the inescapable evils of the father and chose death over allowing that evil to be fully realized in her flesh. Laura is the victim of the story. This sweet innocence tainted by societal greed and cruelty. But she was a savior as well. A savior who decided to save a town mixed of worthless fools and sweet souls.

The demonic possession is a metaphor for the monster inside of us and some can’t control the evil we do. Is the story of Laura Palmer so incredulous to believe that her grieving father was responsible for the rape, torture, and subsequent death of her. When seeing the world through her eyes, we are at the precipice of what the town really is. A fake town who turned a blind eye to the next generation, allowing them to become pawns for the seeding underbelly that underscores the greed, corruption, and drugs presented to them. It’s an idyllic town full of hypocrites that will never escape their hometown glory nor will they know just how this tragic Homecoming Queen saved them and continues to save them from eternal damnation.

Laura is Buffy the Vampire Slayer without Scooby Gang support system behind her.

Accidents Happen *** Part 5/7

Summary: The reader and Bucky have been very close friends, best friends if you will, since they were young. Even now that they are finally in their last year of college, the two are still tied to the hip. When Bucky stops at her house after partying a little too much a secret is revealed. Will this secret bring them closer to tear their friendship apart?

Parings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Slight Language

Word Count: 1100

A/N: This is garbage I’m sorry. I literally had to finish this in two hours. I had rehearsals for the Festival of winds all weekend so… I had no time whatsoever. Clearly that’s not enough for me but there was a small piece I felt need to happen before the next part. Anyways enjoy this trash!

Series Masterlist - Part 4 - Part 6

Miserable, nauseating, horrendous, atrocious – all are words that perfectly describe the was Bucky Barnes was feeling right now. He was slow, far too slow.

He was slow to realize that you were the one that had he heart, he was slow to admit it to you. And even though he was as far from aware as he could possibly be, he was relieved that you know.

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ongoing miniseries | request: reincarnation au with yoongi.
(—or a story of perpetual unrequited love.)

pairing: yoongi | reader
genre: a lot of angst and drama with a sprinkle of smut.
word count: 7.669
warnings: alcohol mention.

⇢ chapters: one | two

Chapter two: espressivo.

Most of the lifetimes in your mind are blurry — but the one you can remember the most happened during the summer of 1840.

The images are sharp and vibrant as they flicker wildly inside your mind, like an opened pandora box that keeps bursting with stinging lights and thick shadows and too many memories. They do not stop, and suddenly you feel like too many people at once, merging under your skin and turning your gaze dark and your breaths heavy.

It takes you a few seconds to realize Yoongi is calling your name. The real Yoongi, the one who stands next to you as he finishes his second cigarette and glances at you with bright, curious eyes. He seems to notice your panicked expression right away, and you can only circle his wrist weakly with a trembling hand, noticing he’s too hot under your touch. Or maybe you are just too cold.

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