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it’s so cute at the end of me3 how sheppy and garrus can get married and adopt babies and sleep in til whenever because they’re retired. hahaha haha..hah :I

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I noticed there’s this trend where people write Gabe like he’s this antisocial workaholic self-proclaimed psychopath who can’t play nice with anyone, but simultaneously as The Most Experienced whenever things are heating up, and I always just think like… Who is sleeping with this guy? Are vampire babes just spawning in his bedroom when he huffs off to hole up away from everyone? How did he rack up all these Sexperience points?

Also I totally just realized I drew the doors opening backwards. I guess that’s what happens when bikers draw cars without refs. (but really I have no excuse)

so how about them s3 spoilers,,

ok i had a whole comic idea for this but it didnt pan out well mostly because of my laziness and i wanted it to be really good and thought out but thats way too time consuming so heres a rough doodle instead rip

SO ANYWAY the idea was that one night keith cant sleep because hes too worried and miserable about shiros disappearance so he wanders out into the halls and finds pidge holed up somewhere typing away at her computer which is Normal for her since shes a night owl

at first its kinda awkward because pidge and keith arent exactly close but then pidge starts talking about shiro and how he was like a brother figure to her too and that she misses him too and knows how keith feels considering her own familys disappearance and soon theyre just sitting and talking about shiro and eventually keith asks pidge about matt and as the hours go by they start sharing dumb funny stories about their respective brothers (or surrogate brother in keiths case) and due to sleep deprivation they begin laughing loosely over every little story and tidbit through the night

the next morning the rest of the team finds keith and pidge sprawled out on the floor, leaning against each other, fast asleep

SORRY THIS GOT SO NEEDLESSLY LONG but on a completely unrelated note if you are at all interested my commissions are currently open lmao

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King Cadros of the Kingdom of Valla, husband to Queen Arete and father to Princess Azura.

Contemplative and regal, King Cadros retains an air of royalty while also carrying a genuine kindness within him. He is deeply sympathetic and has a calming presence - and is widely regarded as being a peacemaker during conflicts. He has an unwavering loyalty to only a specific few because of how slowly he warms up to people. Yet he holds much value to his kingdom and its people, and always has Valla’s best interests at heart.

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Addicted. {Mafia & Soulmate AU) Part 1

Series: When you’re born, you can’t see a color until you meet the eyes of your Soulmate for the first time. Bangtan is known as one of the most infamous gangs around. This series will focus on the lighter side of things, their soulmates- Well, maybe they’re lighter. Maybe. 

Genre: Angst, Mafia!AU, Soulmate!AU, Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence, substance abuse, mature themes, strong language

Word count: 4,085

Summary: Suga, the Stealth and Weapons guy of Bangtan meets his Soulmate with a bang. He’d grown up believing in the idea of finding the person he was destined to be with and won’t let her get away. Even if she’s addicted, he’s determined to help her. He just wants to save his Blue girl.


You were fucked up. You were incoherent at this point, but goddamn did you fucking love it. Getting messed up, doing what you want… it was the lifestyle you had adapted to. As a child, you were the star of your parents lives. Straight A’s, sports, clubs… Everything to the nines as a privileged baby. When you left for school it all changed. You found drugs. You found alcohol. You found a love in breaking rules.

Right now you were cruising down a highway with your roommates. You’d moved off of campus for your junior year into this shitty apartment that you could all barely afford. There were four of you and right now you were all high as fuck. They were just high, but you… you were so twisted. Scotch whiskey never tasted better than on a fall day. They kept going on about the color of your hair today and how vibrant it looked. It was a normal golden brown, but you wouldn’t even know. Your brown was the color of grey.

His blue must have been grey. He definitely had it worse, not being able to see the clear skies or waters that were all around. It was terrible, not being able to see the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you saw them. Some people were denied the most beautiful sights until they ran into their soul mate. You were lucky- it was just a brown. Well, gold. Throughout your life you’d gotten all of the gold medals, but they didn’t really mean too much as they were just a plain grey.

It was all dumb, the way this world worked. Predetermined things deciding your fate… fucking insane.

You were at your high, windows all rolled down, smoking a blunt into the sunset. Throwbacks were blasting through the car as were the sounds of other cars, driving into the distance. You were happy. Laughing, singing. Everything was good. It was always good.

Then there it was. A moment of eye contact as you passed a black van. He had blonde hair and beautiful eyes. It was a brief few seconds, but you saw it. The specs of gold in his eyes that looked bored. He looked out the window to avoid whoever he was with. He was met with your eyes. Met with a fate.


He was intense. Min Yoongi was the most intense man he knew, as chided by everyone around him. Bangtan. The name of his gang that ruled the streets around them. He wasn’t in charge, but he wasn’t to be messed with. He stood almost 5’10 and this month his hair was blonde to throw off the allure that he was Bangtan’s baddest boy.

They’d just come back from a shootout. There were three of them in the car as of now and he sat shotgun while his friend Jin drove and Taehyung sat in the back. They were listening to old school Eminem and the two of them were rapping. They were shitty in his opinion, but he wasn’t in the mood to be vocal.  He just looked out as they passed the other cars, until his attention was drawn away. The first car on the highway to pass them revealed the most beautiful color his eyes had ever seen. Blue.

The world around him changed in the brief moment and suddenly the grey color in the sky was blue. It faded into the sunset, but he saw it. He saw the color of Jin’s jeans and the color of the car in front of them as it sped on by.

“Drive faster.” He demanded.

“What the fuck, dude?”

“Catch that blue car. I can see it. Catch that blue car.” And Jin stepped on it. Tae tried to buckle his seat belt, but instead he found himself struggling and flailing around the car. He eventually got it down.

Your friends were fucking confused. You went on and on about how you saw the color brown now, but they didn’t quite comprehend. None of you thought to try to flag down the other car, but then it hit you. The black van he was in hit your friends blue convertible. The four of you were stunned at first. You flew forward, the windshield broke with your weight being thrown threw it and you felt yourself bleeding. Your friends were both fine and the other car looked okay too. Her car was fine, other than the windshield you shattered. Your eyes dropped to the ground.

Feet were suddenly in view. There were black boots the cut off around the ankles and a pale white hand reached out to cup your face. Now, you could see the sunset. In front of that beautiful sight, was another one. His eyes bore into yours and he studied them. He didn’t pay attention to how hurt you were, he just looked into your eyes. Then he reached out and picked you up. It was so weird, being as incoherent as you were in this life changing situation, but he didn’t even notice.

You guessed he was blaming your state on the crash, but then you threw up on his black boots. Maybe then he got the picture.  You couldn’t even lift your head up to marvel at the new sight, but this was him. He’d understand if you vomited on his shoes. Maybe.


You woke up in a dark room in new clothes. Your body hurt, fuck it really fucking hurt. “Was I kidnapped?” Your broken voice surprised you, but not as much as the other voice in the room.

“No.” It was brash and deep. He sounded- tired. “It’s me- you don’t know me, but… it’s me.”

The light flickered on and he came into view. He wasn’t as tall as you’d pictured him, but he was taller than you. His skin was a milky white and his hair was blonde, but you could almost sense it wasn’t natural. He wore all black, except for his grey socks. Maybe he’d confused them with blue when he put them on; Before he had  met eyes with his soulmate.

You two locked eyes for a moment and he scrunched his nose. His demanding, scary aura faded as he smiled and reached out to rub a fresh cut on your cheek. “Y/N.” you spoke, reaching up to touch his fingers. A vibrant shock flew through both of your bodies, but you kept your hand uptop his.

“Yoongi- But nobody calls me Yoongi. It’s Suga to the rest of the world.” His voice was full of secrets that he seemed full well ready to expose to you. That name seemed familiar and you had recalled hearing something about the nefarious Suga and Bangtan Gang. You never really got involved with that shit, even though it was big in the town you now lived in. Your own life was complex enough without watching people die all of the time due to rivalry and drugs- you preferred to stay out of it.

“What am I supposed to call you?” Your voice was small. All of this was new and the only thing that was set in your moment was that you wanted to throw up again. And get high. You had a problem. Literally. “I’d like to call you Yoongi.”

“That’s fine.” his response was quick, “I’m not going to call you Y/N in front of people. I don’t want them to know your name. I’ll call you Blue in front of people.”

“Suga and Blue?” You couldn’t even make some snarky response because of how ill you felt at the moment. Your head was close to his and his hand was still on your face. You brought it forward to touch your forehead to his. “I don’t feel well.” you whispered.

His face was straight. “Nervous?” he looked prideful.

“No, I’m deprived.” he furrowed his eyebrow, obviously confused. “I- I don’t have a problem.” Classic excuse. “I just need something.” He was still confused, maybe he hadn’t figured out that you were fucked up earlier and that’s why you threw up. He probably thought it was from the car crash. The crash. “Where are my friends?”

“They went back home. We’ve purchased them a new identical vehicle. They’re fine.” He stood up and stretched his back. You guessed he was here for hours just watching you passed out. Maybe making sure you didn’t vomit in your sleep and choke to death within hours of meeting him. “Now, what do you need?”

It almost pained you to say it. You weren’t embarrassed ever except for some reason he was making you seem like you should be. He was in a gang, he dealt with drugs and violence every day. It was almost a surprise how he hadn’t gotten one look at you and know you had a problem. “I’m sorry.” you pulled your legs in close to your chest, biting onto the inside of your lip. “I just need to go- to go home.”

“To that shitty apartment you live in? With too many people, no personal space?” he scoffed and walked over to you, grabbing for your hand. “No. You’re gonna live with me from now on.”

You followed his pull, almost afraid of his harsh words. “No? You’re my soulmate Yoongi, not my keeper. Not my warden.” There was an alarming feeling in the room and he was almost confused. He kept pulling you behind him as he stepped into a hallway.

The walls were full of pictures of him and other boys. You guessed they were the rest of the Bangtan gang. Being on the inside, they didn’t look as threatening as the stories that were told about them around town. They were merciless dealers, hitman, and thieves. Now you were in their den.

“I know I’m not, but listen Blue.” you took note that you were out of the privacy of a closed door and therefore ears were on. “You’re my soulmate and I want you to be protected and not live in a shit hole that’s a step away from getting demolished. You can continue about your daily life, but now I’ll be in it. Probably the rest of Bangtan too. You can stay here with us. With me.” He stopped in front of a door that had Suga scribbled on the front of it, surrounded by cd covers. “This is our room.”

He let go of your hand and stepped back. His eyes watched your hands as they shook and slowly reached for the diamond plated door handle. It turned within your hands as it would come to a million times in the future. Yoongi let you go in alone and he disappeared without a sound when you turned to where he had been seconds prior.

The room was dimly lit already, meaning he hadn’t turned off the lights from whenever he had last been in here. There was a queen size bed off to the corner and the room wasn’t messy, it just wasn’t organized. There was a giant tv in front of the bed and on the other side of the room, there was almost a supercomputer surrounded by papers, cds. Sharpies, pens, and a bunch of different colored post its with scribbles on it.

The room was dark and you couldn’t figure out if you liked it or not. The world that you lived in was crazy. This whole soulmate thing was crazy. When you met your soulmate, it was almost routine to drop whatever was going on in your life and just to mesh with them. This was a lucky situation, the two of you were close enough to make it work and with him forcibly moving you into his life, this could be tragic or amazing. An amazing life with the man with a high bounty. Or you’d die, but that seemed to be a daily risk as of late.

Yoongi had gone to the Bangtan lounge where he’d found the other six members sitting around, discussing his brash actions. None of them were really judging because they’d all decided they would have done the same if faced with the situation. Then they all agreed that was pathetic of them to do, but they’d stick to their guts nonetheless. That’s who the seven of them were, infamous boys who acted before thinking most things through.

“How’d she take it?” Hoseok scooted closed to Jungkook leaving Yoongi room on the couch. He flopped down, forcing everyone to move farther away to make room for their Suga.

“She’s fine, but she keeps mentioning needing something, I don’t want to be invasive and divulge into her personal details, but I’m getting worried. What if she needs some kind of medication or something.” Yoongi was the lazy one of the group, despite how many kills or whatever he had wracked up over the past few years. His intentions were always grand, but it was strange to everyone else how much effort he’d put into this girl. Of course, they knew he was her one and only, they all knew that. Except, they didn’t expect this sort of change especially before barely speaking to her.

“Well, I did a bit of research.” Jimin spoke from the corner with his eyes glued to his phone. He was met with strange eyes. “I didn’t just want to let a stranger into our home with no knowledge. She could be working with the enemy or something-”

“Don’t say that, Jimin.” Yoongi groaned. “She’s my soulmate, you can’t fake that.”

“She’s an addict, Suga. She loves pills, weed, and alcohol. You got yourself a life sentence, not a soul mate.” he chuckled and Yoongi sank lower on the couch. “She’s gonna go through some withdrawal soon, must have also been why she threw up on your shoes. Go check on her, Suga. She’s sick and I guess someone somewhere thought you could fix her.”

The only thoughts that crowded Yoongi’s mind were about how if he had met you sooner he could have stopped this. All he wanted to do was blame himself. Such as if he had made a different turn somewhere, he could have saved you. He would always be full of guilt about not finding you- his soulmate sooner. He believed it was because he always stuck to the shadows when that definitely wasn’t the case. The two of you just never ran down the same path and it was something that should have been more obvious to him.

Meanwhile, you were stopping yourself from throwing up. You hadn’t been this- sober in a while. A lot of painful nights kept flashing in your mind and all you could seem to blame was yourself. There was a lot of wondering about how you wound up this- this pathetic. Relying on all of these illegal things and things to make you forget. Your life hadn’t been too bad, but here you were- suffering.

Yoongi ran into the room out of breathe. Before saying anything, he watched you writhe around on his bed in pain and his face spoke how you were feeling. “I’m sorry it’s me.” you choked out, sniffing up your runny nose. Your eyes couldn’t even look up to meet his, but you know how they probably looked. Disgust was a common thing people saw in you when you ended up like this.

Except when you mounted up the courage to look at him, they read pain. Same as yours. They wanted to help. Yoongi reached out and wiped your tears and wrapped onto of his arms around you, pulling you in tight. He moved around and positioned your hurting body onto his torn up one. The only thing in line of sight were his bare arms, filled with scars and a few fresh wounds. Your shaking fingers ran over them, tracing them up and down.

“Oh, Blue.” he hummed into your ear, flicking his eyes towards the open door. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen worse. I- I want to be here for you and help you. This shit is all crap, but- I know you’re it.” Within a flash his lips were on yours and you suddenly felt numb again. Only for a little bit and then your body was hot.

You kissed him back and the pain you were in floated away, followed by the sparks igniting from the kiss. “You don’t have to pretend.” Was all you kept thinking as the kiss became deeper. He ran has hands through your hair, brushing out the kinks that had formed within it. You pulled away first and you swore you heard a whine at the loss of contact. “I- I have class today.”

School was never truly the first thing on your mind, but maybe it would have to be now. You had begun school majoring in business, but you had quickly changed it to pharmaceuticals.  Was there even a question as to why? It was extremely ironic, but it had caught your eye along with the different things that came along with it. You swore up and down you’d stop the drugs the day you graduated, but it was clear to you in this moment that this was it. You were done because there was no way this guy was going to let you keep pushing yourself closer to death.

His eyes seemed to have seen the world and he wasn’t keen on the idea of letting you end up dead in some street because he gave you some cocaine Bangtan had laying around the home. You untangled yourself from him and woozily stood up. There was a moment before you swayed in your balance, but there he was to catch you. From now on, he’d be there to catch you. Which was good- you seemed to fall a lot.

Your eyes glanced at the large digital clock that was on his desk. “Can I shower? My class is in an hour and a half.” you whispered and reached out to the bed post to support yourself. “Then I can walk to sch-”

“I’ll drive you.” his voice was stern. “And pick you up. Our bathroom is right down the hall.” Yoongi stood up and ran almost like a maniac around the room collecting towels, shower things, and clothes for you to change into. It was so out of character for him to be crazed like this judging by his demeanor that you almost laughed. Almost.

Once he’d gathered everything, he motioned his head towards the door and you backed up to let him lead. “Hold onto the walls.” Yoongi ordered you. The bathroom was at the end of the looming hallway and as you walked by the doors, you heard noises from a few of them. Some held conversations you weren’t keen on listening into and some blasted music or a television show. However, the door next to the bathroom opened as the two of you reached the door.

A lanky man dressed casually in ripped jeans and a white shirt with dark hair had his eyes focused on you. His figure leaned against the door frame and a smirk covered his face. Yoongi didn’t take notice of this other man as he continued into the bathroom, but you had completely stopped. “So this is her?” he spoke and extended a hand to steady your shaking body. “What’s her name?” He didn’t even speak to you, just around.

“Jungkook, don’t you dare fucking touch her.” With a swift motion, Yoongi dropped everything in his hands to the ground and was in between the other member and yourself. His hands held your shoulders and his eyes threw daggers towards the dark haired man who let out a chuckle. “Go find one of your sluts if you want to fucking devour someone, don’t go near her.”

Jungkook kept a malevolent laugh going to himself as Yoongi shuffled you into the bathroom. Once he looked the door, the laugh stopped and the only open door in the home slammed. He picked up all the things he had dropped and placed them onto a shelf, laying them completely neat. “Who was that?” You questioned and sat onto the closed toilet.

“The fucking little shit of Bangtan. His name’s Jungkook and he thinks he can claim whatever the fuck he wants. His fucking beetey eyes were trying to claim you like I wouldn’t fucking notice.” his tone was harsh as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Kid’s a fucking good sharpshoot, but I try not to take him around important people. He wreaks of destruction and sex.” You laughed at the one until Yoongi glanced at you to stop.

“Aren’t you all in a-” your voice turned into a whisper. “-gang.” he rolled his eyes and let out a breathy chuckle as your voice returned to normal. “Don’t you have like some weird dedication to each other and have to- I dunno, care?”

He turned on the water and held his hand under it so he could get it to the perfect temperature. “Yeah, there’s that. That whole thing, but I dunno. Outside of work I tend to stay away from him when it comes to- females. Especially that. Kid’s always in some shit with some bitch he picked up at a bar. I’d risk my life for him though. I’ve done it before. For all of them, actually. Funny how that works.” Yoongi simply shrugged. “I’m gonna go into our room.” A shiver ran through your body as he spoke the word our. “I’ll come check up on you in like 15 minutes? Your school is about a twenty minute drive so that should be enough time.”

He turned away from you to walk out and as soon as his back was turned, you began to lift your shirt. You were still in the same clothes as yesterday and it was disgusting the way they clung to your body. You pulled it off to put it next to the clean clothes he was giving you only to find his eyes on you again. Yoongi cleared his throat. “I don’t want you walking alone around the house- not yet. It’s yours too now, but I need to ease you into the boys. Okay, Y/N? They’ve been in this life for quite a bit and some have mixed reactions about this whole soulmate thing, alright baby?”

Your face was hot as his eyes roamed your body and your crossed your arms to cover your breasts in an instant. “Y-Yep, got it.”

The moment he was gone, you removed the rest of your clothes and slowly stepped into the marble shower. The shower itself was spacious and covered in gold. There was no rust on any inch of it, so you could only infer it may have been pure gold. The water wasn’t too hot, actually. It was around the temperature you preferred. Warm but with a little bit of chill to keep you lucid.

However, you weren’t exactly all there in this moment. As you rubbed the soap over your body, you felt the bruises that were covering it from the car crash. The car crash that he had caused. You’d been ignoring it, but here it was in your face. That just seemed to be the way he was. When he had a goal, he was jet set on getting it and that had carried over.

As you got lost in your thoughts, you didn’t really notice until you slid onto the floor of the shower. You sat for a few minutes before hoisting yourself up and finishing cleaning yourself. You could almost feel the bruises darkening and hurting a bit more, but luckily most of them were in hidden spots. He heard a faint knock on the door almost instantaneously after turning off the water.

“Hello?” you called out, patting yourself dry with the towels he had left for you.

“Blue, I’m ready to go whenever you are.” his melodious tone flowed through your ears. “I have your bag and everything too, alright? I’ll be right here waiting.”

His dedication made you happy. You didn’t know him well- obviously, but the thought of having someone who you’re fated to be with that doesn’t reject it was almost alarming. A lot of people simply rejected the soulmate law. They didn’t want to believe that some weird push and pull of the world was truly controlling their destiny even if the proof was right there.


Author’s Note;; Feedback would be appreciated as I am going to write one of these for each of the BTS members. I’d like to know everyone’s thoughts and such!!

Hoseok’s installment!

Taehyung’s installment!

Jungkook’s installment!

Jimin’s installment!

Part 2 

anonymous asked:

langst where maybe lance got hurt during a mission and decided to just keep it a secret from the team bc other ppl got hurt worse so he thought he could handle it on his own, but then his wounds get severely infected? with shance maybe??

-Hi! Thank you so much for the ask! I’m really sorry but there will not be any Shance. I don’t want to offend anyone, and I would like my blog to be a safe place for everyone. I’m going to try and avoid ships in general. If you want to send an ask off anon, if you’re comfortable, then I can send you a fic privately. Sorry again! I hope you like it!

Lance grips his arm tightly to his chest as he runs to Blue. The scratch from Hagar’s latest monster feels as if it’s burning.

Lance quickly sprints up into Blue and collapses in the pilot’s seat. The rest of the team has already left, they’re waiting for lance to make it back before they can worm-hole away.

The sounds of lasers against metal chase Blue as she flees. Lance just worries about his arm. He knows that she’ll take him back safely.

He takes off his armor and rolls back his sleeve. A long, jagged cut runs from his shoulder to his forearm. The skin surrounding the wound is purple and swollen.

Lance thinks he might be sick.

He grabs a bandage from the emergency first aid kit on board and wraps his arm tightly. It’s not perfect, but it will have to do for now.

He sighs in relief as blue lands. As soon as the air-lock closes he’s up and heading for the main hangar to meet with the rest of his team.

He’s greeted by the panicked shouts of Hunk and Pidge. “Lance! Where have you been? Quick, help us get Shiro to the med bay, Allura and Coran have already left to prep a pod!” Pidge is on the floor next to Shiro, they’re pulling at his arms as if to drag him to the med bay.

Lance rushes forward to check the severity of the wound, he almost gets sick again.

Shiro’s entire left side is a mess of shredded skin caught in his shattered armor. A pool of blood is beside Lance’s beloved hero. Shiro is deathly pale.

Lance quickly comes to himself. “Pidge, grab under his arms and around his upper chest. Hunk you get his legs. I’ll support his torso.”

The others are quick to rush into position and Lance slides his arms gently under Shiro. He ignores the flash of white hot pain in his arm when a piece of shattered armor jabs his wound.

“Okay, lift on 1, 2, 3!” They successfully get Shiro into the air. The trip the med bay is long and hard. They just barely make it.

Allura and Coran are waiting with a suit for Shiro when they arrive.

The next hour and half is one of the most stressful chunks of time in Lance’s life. His arm burns the entire time as he frantically tries to help his team save Shiro.

Once they finally get Shiro into a pod, everyone sighs in relief. Allura tells them all that they can go to their rooms for the night and rest.

Lance almost stops to ask for a new bandage for his arm, but everyone looks so tired, and he doesn’t want to disturb them.

He hobbles tiredly back to his room and collapses on his bed.

‘It’ll be fine’ he thinks as he drifts to sleep.


The next morning everyone is gathering for breakfast when Hunk realizes that Lance hasn’t shown up yet.

“Why don’t you go get him Hunk. He’s probably just sleeping in again.” Hunk nods at Allura and heads towards Lance’s room.

He knocks several times, “Lance! Time to get up!” He receives no reply.

Hunk opens the door and steps in. “lance?”

The lump on the bed doesn’t move. Hunk walks over to gently shake his shoulder, but gasps is shock.

Lance’s skin is boiling hot to the touch.

“ALLURA! CORAN! HELP!”

-Hey I hope you liked it! Please let me know what you think! :)

heartbeat | part one

part one // part two // part three

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

[Yoongi x Reader | Jungkook x Reader]

Genre: Angst, Fluff for now

Words: 5221

—> The exact moment you experienced heartbreak with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.

A/N: AHHHH. I desperately wanted this to just be one entire fic, but ended up breaking it into two parts because I haven’t posted a fic in like… months lmao. I felt like a fraud for calling myself a writer, but not posting shit. So yeah, idek what this is but I hope you all enjoy it! xoxo


The exact moment you fell in love with Min Yoongi would be a moment you’d remember forever.

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“Troop Leader” Part 1

Request: I’d love one where the reader is Starks little girl but in her early 20s. She’s a Girl Scout troop leader and brings her girls to the tower to set up their cookie stand in the lobby. Bucky keeps sneaking down there and buys cookies from them and winking and flirting at her making the little girls giggle at them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff central

Word Count: 892

A/N: this request made me smile so much! hope you enjoy, please leave feedback. my requests and taglist are open. I have one request left after this. let me know what else you want me to write. 

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Originally posted by thenixcat

“Dad, remember I’m bringing my troops to meet everyone today. Please keep anything dangerous locked away. I don’t want to have to explain to parents as to why all their little girl’s eyebrows were burned off. Make sure the entire team is there. The whole point of today is for the troops to learn about leadership. Everyone needs to be there. Got it? And we’re setting up the cookie stand in your lobby. Please buy some boxes.” You left yet another voicemail for your father.

Today, you were supposed to bringing your girl scout troop to the tower to sell cookies, but they were all going to earn their leadership patches by going. Troop 159 did sell the most cookies out of all the troops in Manhattan, but it was all thanks to you, Y/N Stark. People just automatically want to buy cookies from a famous man’s daughter. It’s just the way the world works.  

All week you had been leaving the same message for him, but he would never pick up the phone or call you back. He was probably holed away in his lab, or avoiding Bucky Barnes. Sure, he might’ve killed your grandparents, but you didn’t blame him. You knew it wasn’t his fault. You had been through the same experience with Loki. He used his staff to brainwash you and he forced you to do terrible things. In a way, you understood Bucky, even though you had never met him.


 Standing outside of Avengers Tower, you were really hoping your dad had at least listened to the voicemails. With sweating palms, you lead your troops inside. The lobby was empty except for a few folding tables. Good, he had heard them.

“Alright girls, let’s set everything up. Then I will see if everyone is available to come down.”

The girls got to work and you went to Tiffany, the receptionist.

“Can you call my dad and see if everyone’s ready. Tell him the girls are set up and ready to meet everyone.” With a roll of her eyes, she got the phone and called to Tony.  

“They will be right down, Ms. Stark.”

You nodded your thanks and went to go check up on the girls, but they already had a customer. You hadn’t noticed anyone come in. All you saw was his back, and it was a hot back. You made your way around the table to stand with your girls. Before you could get a good look at him, you heard your fathers voice.

“Y/N! You’re here! It’s been so long! I see you’ve already met Barnes.” You froze in your spot. Bucky Barnes was the man standing behind you. He spoke up before you could say anything,

“well, I haven’t really had the chance to introduce myself. I’m Bucky, and you must be the prettier Stark. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Before you could blink, he had made his way in front of you. His front was definitely much hotter than the back. His eyes were enchanting and that smirk, the fucking smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You slowly took his hand in yours. One of your girls decided to speak for you,

“this is Troop Leader Y/N. She’s the best troop leader we’ve ever had!” she exclaimed. Bucky had widened his smile.

“I bet she is. With a pretty face like that She could sell anything.” Your mouth dropped open, and with a wink, Bucky walked passed all the Avengers and into the elevator. You had just enough time to see his biceps flex as he crossed his arms before the doors closed.

Your girls were giggling uncontrollably. That snapped you out of your lovesick haze.

“A-alrighty girls, these are the Avengers. Most of you probably know my father, Tony Stark, and Captain America. Everyone is going to teach you the importance of being a good leader and today you will earn your leadership patches. So, go introduce yourselves and get started!” you told them excitedly. All the girls were beaming. Every one of your scouts loved the Avengers.

With all of them entertained, you sat yourself down in one of the plastic chairs. You felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey there Sugar, I realized I didn’t buy anything when I came down. Now, what do you recommend?” you heard your girls giggle again. Everyone was staring at the interaction between you and Bucky. Steve had a smirk on his face. He had never seen his best friend so confident. You could almost see the steam coming out of Tony’s ears, and everyone else was giving off a smirk. It was almost comical how flushed you got around him.

“W-well, my favorites are the Somoas, just because I love coconut, but I also like the Thin Mints. They taste better if you freeze them.” You gave out your short answer.

“Alrighty, Darlin’ I’ll take two of each.”

You handed him the boxes and called over one of your girls to do the transaction, they were the ones supposed to be selling after all.

“thanks, kiddo. I’ll be back down to see your pretty troop leader again. By Y/N/N.” and again he disappeared.

“Ms. Y/N, he’s cute!” one little girl told you.

“I know, Sweetie, I know.” You sighed out.

James Barnes was going to be the death of you.

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ok, like i was rewatching “say goodbye” (i know i said i was watching it last week too, i rewatch it way too much :P) and it friggin glitched after jack got a nosebleed. the audio was working, but the video got stuck on jack smiling directly at the camera.

i hate Anti…..

f4llenink  asked:

My mind went places when seeing the three words, "Ink", "Shipping" and "Fanfics"... Ink x Template...? Tink?

OMG

Template would DIE.

Like… he’s that kind of fanboy who’d stand in front of his idol, breath heavily, then babbling awkward nonsense and as soon as Ink talk to him he’d probably just faint or something xD

(Also I got an ask about what Template’s OTPs and the answer to that is: ALL OF THEM. With some exceptions that are every ships including Error.)