how could you look at this and not laugh

NCT Dream Reaction to their childhood friend confessing to them

This is gonna be hella cute cause they kids and innocent bois so yeah enjoy 


Mark:

Originally posted by littlechloverstar

He would be so shy despite being one of the older members. He would try to explain that he feels the same while blushing and laughing every second word. 

Renjun:

Originally posted by jenorenjun

He would be over the moon, handling it better than Mark. He would most likely ask you out afterwards, planning the cutest date he could think of. 

Jeno:

Originally posted by na-jmin

*looking to his members for help* He would shyly admit his feelings for you, hoping that you could be together afterwards. 

Haechan:

Originally posted by haenyan

“Of course you like me, who doesn’t?” He would make fun of you (playfully of course) 24/7 about how much you must like him, while admitting he feels the same. 

Jaemin:

Originally posted by zeusmayo

He would be the most charming of the members. Pulling you in for a hug or a kiss on the cheek, saying that he was planning on confessing too. 

Chenle:

Originally posted by zeusmayo

“Is this a joke?” He would honestly think his members made you prank him (he puts up with a lot). After a long confession he would most likely be shook and you would have to do the asking out. He would probably run away screaming with joy. 

Jisung:

Originally posted by kunxxxsol

He would be glad you confessed as he was too shy to. Afterwards he would bring you out for ice cream and ask you to be his girlfriend. 

  • Taiyang, holding a baby Yang, giving off a little laugh: Oh, hah, that was funny...
  • Raven, giving an uncaring look, asks anyway: What?
  • Taiyang, looking up: Huh? Oh nothing I was just reminded of a joke Qrow told me. Something about 'How many babies do you think Raven could take on in a fight?'
  • Raven, staring at Yang, quietly: I'm sure at least one...
  • Taiyang: Huh....o-RAVEN NO!

@bearlytolerable… Where do I even begin? How do I even describe how much I love you? How much you mean to me? Because there are no words that could possibly do the heart bursting amount justice 💕💕💕

I heard my email ping today when I was lay next to my little boys hospital bed and when I looked and it said that I had a personalised video from GDL I screamed! It has been such a rough few days with my poorly little pudding and I could fall asleep standing up but hearing Solas wish me a happy birthday just….. Fucxksjfhsusbcjdaksjfkshs!!! I can’t even!!!

Thank you so much you utterly amazing, wonderful woman!!! You are so special to me and we laugh when we say it because we’ve never even met but I LOVE YOU!!! And it is so true!!

When I entered Solavellan Hell, I didn’t expect to find true friendship here amongst the flames but I did and I am truly blessed to call you my friend.

One day, when the kids are grown up, I am jumping on a plane and I’m going to find you so I can give you the biggest cuddle in the entire universe!! And possibly nibble your ears but oh well!!! 💖💖💖💓💞💓💖💖💖

But could you imagine how iconic the series ending would be if this was the last scene:

The girls are all together to say goodbye to Aria who is about to go on a three week honeymoon with Ezra.
Aria: “guys I’m leaving for three weeks, why is everybody crying?”
All the girls laugh and let out another sob at those words.
Alison looks at her best friends one by one and says, “I guess it feels like it’s the end of something.”
Everyone grabs onto eachother even tighter and nods while fighting back more tears.
Spencer takes a deep breath and speaks up through everyones sobbing, “Even if it really is the end of something, our story will live on in our hearts.” She looks up and smiles at Aria who almost wishes she didn’t have to go on a honeymoon.
“Yeah, well our story will probably also live on in this godforsaking town too for a long time,” Hanna says with her infamous hint of sarcasm in her voice. The girls all laugh at this and look at eachother again once more.
Emily lets her head rest on Alisons’ shoulder as Alison looks at Hanna and then to Spencer. She can’t help but put on her bold smile she was most known for when she was younger, and as she takes a deep breath she says,
“That’s immortality, my darlings.”

THE END

You kissed me like you planned on doing it again
but you tasted like the kind of person
who doesn’t know how to stay

and I think I could tell what you were thinking the moment you fell asleep that night
I remember waking up so god damn early that morning and I spent hours while you were asleep hopingprayingwishing that you’d wake up and smile at me the way I needed you to

But something cracked and changed
whoever you were before that night didn’t stay
the moment you woke up that morning
you looked away

I guess what I’m trying to explain
is that people like you never mean what they say
you act like you’re in it for the long haul and then it’s oh God can’t we just stay friends but I mean Jesus Christ friends don’t look at each other the way we did when we slept in each other’s beds

so it’s not you and me anymore you know
it’s you me and everything we don’t know how to say to each other
so we hold it together in the way we never touch;
we hold it together in the way we stay
just friends
if staying friends means seeing each other
in familiar places and laughing and smiling
like you didn’t tear this to pieces

—  you didn’t even have to explain

‘Why do you love me? What is there to love in someone like me? Please, tell me why you’re so fond of me because honestly? I don’t get it.’

I was perplexed how could he not see why?

‘I love you because you’re you.

I love you because when you smile, your lips always tilt slightly to the left. When you smile your amazingly sharp canines peek through giving you a juvenile look. When you smile, your ever present dimples show more — if that’s even possible —. When you smile, your eyes crease at the edges and your beautiful eyes become slits of pure joy.

I love you because when you laugh, you tilt your head backwards. When you laugh, you always close your eyes. When you laugh, you grasp your stomach and bend over. When you laugh, you always end in a deep sigh and smile after wards, you grasp my face in yours and kiss me as if we’ll never kiss again.

I love you because when I do something you like, you giggle. When I do something you like, you’ll caress my hair and pat my cheeks. When I do something you like, you look at my lips and say, “I fucking love you”. When I do something you like, your eyes bore into mine and I see a flame ignite in them.

I love you because when you’re concentrated you furrow your eyebrows. When you’re concentrated you tongue pokes out of your delicious lips and glides over them. When you’re concentrated, you tend to break out of it for a slight second and do that 'hmmph’ sound you know I like just to give yourself a small break. When you’re concentrated, you grab something to eat with your left hand and bring it to the right side of your mouth and proceed to take a bite.

I love you because when you kiss me, you grab my face with both hands. When you kiss me, one hand pulls on my hair, while the other runs its thumb across my cheek. When you kiss me, you always do a series of multiple pecks after we end making out. When you kiss me, I can feel you smile and let out small giggles of content. When you kiss me, you hold my face in your palms and look at me for a good while then you tell me I’m beautiful.

I love you because when you hug me, you hold me for a long time. When you hug me, you grasp me firmly with both of your strong arms. When you hug me, you use one hand to rub my back. When you hug me, you put your face in the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent. When you hug me, you won’t let me go until we’ve embraced each other tightly.

I love you because when you talk about something you love you smile the whole time. When you talk about something you love, you tend to look down at your hands. When you talk about something you love, you furrow your eyebrows and smirk a little. When you talk about something you love, you let out small sighs of happiness. When you talk about something you love, you always tilt your head to side and shrug your shoulders at the end because you get embarrassed at your enthusiasm.

I love you because when you make me blush, you tease me about it. When you make me blush you put your hands on my cheeks and remark, 'baby your cheeks are hot’ at which point I reply, 'no they’re not, I don’t know what you’re talking about’. When you make me blush you look at my cheeks and smile and say 'baby you’re blushing’. When you make me blush you hold me down and ask me why knowing damn well that makes me blush more.

I love you because when you tell me stories about your past, you say them in a low voice as if speaking louder will make them come back. When you tell me stories about your past, you always hug me and won’t let me go. When you tell me stories about your past, you run your hands through your hair because you know you might cry. When you tell me stories about your past you always mutter the phrase, 'why am I even telling you this?’ And we both know it’s because you love me, and you want me to know what I’m getting into.

I love you because when you notice I’m sad, you’ll look at me and poke my cheeks until I smile. When you notice I’m sad you tell me 'stop being a taco without the shell’ because you know I’ll laugh. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll hug me and tell me you love me. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll ruffle my hair and whisper in my ear, 'Tina eat your goddamn food’, because that llama is our spirit animal.’

I love you for so many reasons, if I listed them all, this poem would never end.

The best way to put it is, I love you because you’re you.

—  Beauty in IT /// I love you because…
The Wedding Night

Ok so @omgkatsudonplease was streaming Pride and Prejudice tonight and lots of Rivals jokes were made as we have established that umfb&mha is actually an accidental Pride and Prejudice AU. And then suddenly we found out that apparently there is an extra scene in the American version that I had never seen before and let me tell you, that Fucked Me Up because I love that film and this new scene kills me. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zg7YhN-I2M0

So what did I do with this new, groundbreaking information? Wrote a Rivals version of this scene of course.

So without further ado may I present to you The Wedding Night scene, otherwise known as my 1am fic rambling and a snippet of what Rivals - Past, Present and Future might be like 



                                       The Wedding Night 


Walking slowly into the room, Viktor finished pulling his shirt off over his head and looked to see where Yuuri was stretched out on the bed before him. Unlike Viktor, Yuuri was still wearing the formal white shirt of the day’s celebrations but his trousers were gone and the shirt was half unbuttoned, giving Viktor a tantalising glimpse of sharp collarbones and smooth, perfect skin. At the sound of his approach, Yuuri turned to face him, eyes softening and face breaking out into a smile as he looked at his once fiancé and now husband.

“Come here,” he murmured and Viktor obeyed, climbing onto the bed to where Yuuri was lying with a slight smirk on his face and arms open invitingly.

“Of course solnyshko,” Viktor breathed, planting a light kiss on Yuuri’s forehead and then laughing a little when Yuuri made a soft noise of protest before reaching down to capture his lips in a much deeper kiss. After a few seconds he pulled away and Yuuri smiled up at him, eyes bright in the darkness of the room.

“You always call me solnyshko,” he teased, running one hand down Viktor’s side and sliding the other up to tangle lightly in his hair. “People might think you’re getting…predictable.”

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It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 3/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match!

Word Count: 3,405

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: Almost a month later, but this fic is officially done :D I hope you all enjoy this fluffiness. 

Originally posted by mackievanstan


Work managed to distract you enough to not keep looking at the clock every five minutes. Despite part of your brain telling you that there was no way you had a date with Captain America, there was another part that couldn’t help but to hope this was true. And so, you found yourself daydreaming of showing up to the restaurant and seeing him there. What would you even say to him? What kind of greeting would you use? Would you address him as Captain, or maybe Mr. Rogers, or just Steve?

By the time you got home, you had a few outfit options in mind and made a beeline to the bathroom, taking a shower before you got started on getting ready.

Peter came around as you were choosing between four different outfits you had draped on your bed. He helped you picked the one that was form-fitting, waggling his eyebrows playfully.

“We gotta tease him,” he said.

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i miss how we used to talk. i miss our calls. i miss our night conversations where we just talked about random stuff. i miss the days where we just sat there and looked at each other because that’s all that mattered. i miss how we used to spill tea. i miss how you would tell me to wake you up an hour later but that was just an excuse so we could talk. i miss the times where i could make you smile and forget about everything else. i miss the nights where we laughed what was left of our heart and soul out. i miss going to sleep knowing you were still mine the next day. i miss seeing your face right before i say goodnight. i miss your goodnight texts. i miss your smiley faces. i miss everything about you. i miss you.
—  one of those nights
The Package.

Pairing : Sam x Reader
Word count : 2,550
Author : Mel
Warnings : Knotting, Smut, Dom/Sub, A/B/O Roleplay, pinch of praise kink, mention of breeding kink
Square filled : Knotting
Written for @spnkinkbingo

SPN KINK BINGO MASTERLIST



“Hey, Y/N?” Your door opened and you panicked, slamming the laptop shut. “.. What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” You were quick to answer. Maybe too quick.

His eyes moved down to your lap, his eyebrow raising, and a smirk beginning to show. “Your hand says otherwise.” His eyes went back up to meet yours as you quickly pulled your hand out of your pants.

Your cheeks went bright red. “W-what do you need?”

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Stranded (Part 1)

where Y/N is sorry and Harry is angry.

Harry turned around as soon as he heard the bathroom door open. He could feel his eyes widening at the sight of you. With your blue floor length dress and hair up in a loose bun, you looked unquestionably breathtaking. You were heading for the celebration dinner of Harry’s movie, but Harry felt like he would be nothing there compared to the goddess standing in front of him. He couldn’t help it, he walked towards you with long strides, smashing his lips with yours and whispering,

“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous.”

Your cheeks glowed with color as heat rushed up your neck. You smiled in gratitude before remarking,

“I think I should be the one saying that.”

Harry jokingly flipped his hair before replying,

“Yeah, I know, I’m very pretty.”

You two let out a laugh before your lips collided once more.

“How ‘bout we ditch the dinner an’ put on some of our own entertainment t’night?” he smirked, proud of his word play.

“Wish we could darling, but everyone’s gonna be there for you, yeah? Can’t leave them hanging.” You replied.

He hummed in response, well aware that he couldn’t ditch the party being thrown for him. You two headed out for the car parked outside. Your hands were tightly intertwined with Harry’s, and the two of you couldn’t have been more content at the moment.

Once you arrived at the destined place, the screams of the crowd and paparazzi increased in volume. The two of you were scurried out of the car by Harry’s event organizer. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you headed towards the fancy restaurant.

Strutting towards the door, you two looked, and felt, like the ideal couple. However, your little bubble of happiness was soon burst apart as Harry started getting questioned by an interviewer. He seemed nice, and the pair of you didn’t mind.

Yet, soon the questions started getting directed towards you as well. Caught up in the blissful heaven of the situation, you barely noticed as you accidentally spilled out information about Harry working on his solo album.

Harry had previously decided to keep his solo music career a secret for the time being. Lots of conspiracies came along with the rumors, none of which Harry wanted to face. He had instructed you not to inform anyone about it either, and he knew that he could definitely trust you. You had gone to extremes to keep it a secret, there had been several times when it was so close to being revealed but you did one thing or other to safeguard your beloved boyfriend’s clandestine.

But this once, caught up in the happiness of the situation, and the feeling of being in Harry’s arms, you hadn’t even noticed the words tumbling out of your mouth. As soon as the words escaped you, the two of you immediately halted to a stop. Harry’s arm tightened around your waist warningly, to the point where it almost hurt. The interviewer was as shocked as could be, and continued on trying to dig out more details from either of you.

You tried to make it better, you really did, but the damage had been done.

Harry hurriedly excused you two from the press and continued walking towards the main hall. You knew he was mad, the tense way his shoulders were situated, was an obvious sign of that.

Once reality settled in, you felt like you could cry. You had revealed his secret, broken his trust. He had confided in you and trusted you to not tell a soul about something that he didn’t yet want to share.

However, before you could let out a word, Harry was whisked away by his manager, and you had been left alone to fend for yourself. Usually, Harry would be the one to hold your hand tightly and pull you along with him, but you knew that after this, the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near you.

You were soon given company by Gigi, Eleanor and Cheryl. All of the boys were there to support Harry, and you felt horrible that you had messed up the night for him. You felt your heart ache when you saw that Harry had opted to take the seat farthest away from you at the dinner table. The night passed on with you barely touching your food and trying your best to be as social as you could in the given circumstances.

Harry was nowhere to be seen, probably he had gone somewhere with his friends, and Eleanor and Cheryl had went off to mingle with their own boyfriends, while Gigi had stayed with you. She claimed that she wanted your advice on some show that she was preparing for, but you knew that she felt bad for you. She knew what had happened, and didn’t want for you to be alone.

While you were grateful for the company that she provided, you hadn’t failed to notice Harry’s absence throughout the night. You knew that he was upset with you, but you didn’t think that he would actually ignore you the whole night through. As it was nearing midnight and Gigi was going on about her upcoming Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, a text message from Harry interrupted the both of you. Hope sprang through you as you looked down at your phone, but it was quick to die down as soon as you read the cold words that had been sent to you.

“We’re leaving.”

As you looked up, you saw Harry’s manager waving to you to come to the front door. You informed Gigi, who stood up with you.

“We’ll be leaving soon too. Just need to say goodbye to some people before we’re on our way.”

“Okay, thank you so much for today. I’ll see you soon.”

“Anytime, babe. I’m sure Harry will cool off soon. Just give him some time and space, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” She said, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

“Yeah, thank you, Gigi. I love you.”

The both of you hugged goodbye before you hurried off to where Harry’s manager was standing. She informed you that Harry was already in the car. Your heart sank a little, realizing that he was still mad. You hadn’t expected him to just forget about the whole thing, but you were hoping that his mood would be uplifted after spending some time with his friends.

Nonetheless, you knew that you had made a mistake and that you would have to pay the consequences now.

As you walked outside, you noticed the drizzle going on. It wasn’t much, but the dark clouds in the night sky made it obvious that it wasn’t long before it would start raining heavily. You opened the car door, and skid into the passenger seat. Harry already had the car started, and before you had time to buckle up your seat belt, he scurried off without a word. The tires of the car produced a sharp screech due to the force of the sudden turn.

You didn’t say anything, only adjusting yourself in your seat.

Harry continued driving towards the house that the both of you shared. But you couldn’t help but notice the death grip he had on the steering wheel. After a while, the awkward tension became too much and you felt like you were going to choke. You decided to face the consequences of your mistake as soon as possible, since procrastinating was clearly going to get you nowhere.

“Harry, I really am sorry about what happened-” You started, before he cut you off.

“Don’t Y/N, just don’t.”

He sounded so angry, unlike you had ever heard before. You had heard from a lot of people that Harry was the worst when angry. Though you had yet to encounter a seriously mad Harry, since he always made sure to control his temper around you.

It had started to rain harder outside, with heavy raindrops falling down on the wind screen. His knuckles had begun to turn whiter due to his extremely tight grip on the steering wheel. His face was set in a mad frown that was deadly to even look at.

“Harry, I promise that this wasn’t my intension. I was only answering their question and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry won’t cut it. I trusted you with my secret and you totally ruined it. I’m never telling you anything again. Now shut your mouth before I decide to kick you out of the car right now.”

This was so unlike him, the Harry that you knew would never, ever speak to you like how he just did.

Harry was known to be one of the most respectful people out there, and he had proved himself to you as a gentleman several times. Always treating you with intense care, feeding you chocolates during your period, opening the doors for you anywhere you went; he did everything to make sure that you were happy with him.

“Harry, please try to under-” Your sentence was left unfinished as the car halted to a stop.

“Get out.” He commanded.

“What?” Your voice was timid, compared to his. You had absolutely no idea about what Harry could do in his rage of anger, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to find out.

“Get out of the fucking car, Y/N. Or so help me I’ll do it myself.”

“Harry, it’s almost midnight and it’s raining so hard outside. Please don’t do this. I said I’m sorry.” You practically begged.

He wasn’t having any of it, though. In the blink of an eye, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He threw open your side of the door and grabbed your wrists. You tried to resist his grip, and he almost threw you to the ground. Your ankle twisted due to the heels you were wearing, and a painful yelp came out of your mouth. You were lying there in pain, with a ruined dress, spoiled make-up and sore wrists.

You tried to refrain him one last time.

“Harry, please stop.”

He shrugged off your hold on his wrist and went over to the driver’s side. He proceeded to sit in and drive away, leaving you a crying and broken mess in the middle of the road with darkness surrounding you and rain water pouring down on you heavily.

To some outsider, it may have looked like a scene freshly out of some movie. To you though, it was like your world had been torn apart. Yes, you had made a mistake, a horrible one at that. Harry had trusted you with one of his most sacred secrets and as his significant other, it was your duty to protect it at all costs. However, you had gotten caught up in the blissful moment and gone ahead and done the exact opposite.

In spite of that, you didn’t think that you deserved to be thrown out so harshly; in the middle of the night with strangers lurking around and rain falling hard on you.

Yes, you had broken his trust and knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to gain it back, but he had done the exact same thing, maybe worse. Your boyfriend, the very guy who was supposed to keep you safe and protect you from all the harm in the world, was himself the guy who had thrown you out in the streets, with absolutely no concern of what could happen to you.

And as you sat broken in the right middle of the street, with black tears staining your face and wet hair matted to your forehead, dress ripped and ankle twisted, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever be alright between you two again.

BTS  - they accidentally get turned on.

Request: Can I request BTS getting turned on by accident for something that you’ve done? Btw, I love your blog 💕

A/N: thank you so much bby  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)


Seokjin: He was cooking for you and you were helping him in some things. “Babe, can you get the flour for me, please?” He asked. “Of course.” You said, smiling. You stood up a bit to pick it up and the shirt you were wearing lifted up, showing your butt in your panties. He looked up and immediately turned on. “Here it is.” You gave it to him. “Thank you.” “Are you okay?” “Yes, yes, of course.” He smiled nervous.

Originally posted by softlytaejin

Yoongi: You had a lollipop in your mouth and the way you licked it was turning him on. “Oh God, can stop licking and sucking it like that?” He said nervously. “Why? Is this getting you turned on?” You laughed. “What? No.” He chuckled in embarrassment. “Oh, I see.” You spoke looking at his jeans and you could clearly see how hard he was.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Hoseok: You were cleaning your apartment. Hoseok just came home and you were down, butt up, fixing some books. “Oh my God.” You heard your boyfriend speak. “Hey babe.” You smiled innocently. “What happened?” You asked, looking at him. “N-Nothing.” He smiled, covering his crotch with his hands.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Namjoon: You were on the phone with your friend, just talking about things. And you were wrapping your hair in your fingers. And somehow, he found it extremely sexy. “Hang up.” Namjoon said, approaching. “Why?” You asked, looking at him. He just pointed at his erection. “Why are you like this?” You said, hanging up the phone. “Why are YOU like this? You can be extremely sexy just by talking on the phone.” He laughed.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Jimin: You were wearing just one of his shirts and panties. Without a bra. He came home and you ran up to him, hugging him. “Hi baby!” You smiled. “Hey!” He smiled at you. He kissed you and carried you to the couch. “Babe, are you serious?” You asked laughing. “What?” “Are you that hard already?” “What can I do? Look at your boobs in that shirt, that’s too hot, okay?” He said laughing. “Okay, if you say so.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung: You were studying for the finals. Taehyung was there with you just to keep company. “Stop biting your pen.” He spoke impatiently. “Why?” You looked at him, taking the pen out of your mouth. “Because you look so hot doing it.” He said a little angry and you laughed. “Aw, did that turn you on?” “Whaaat? No.” He said laughing with embarrassment and put his hands on his crotch to cover his erection

Originally posted by chimneytaels

Jungkook: "Babe, where are you?“ Your boyfriend yelled. "In the bathroom!” You yelled back. You were doing your makeup. Wearing nothing but a bra and panties… “Oh …” he said, entering the bathroom. “Hey!” You smiled, giving him a kiss. “Hey…” He said looking at your body. “Baby…You’re a horny teenager. You know that?” You asked laughing, seeing his erection on his jeans. “You’re my girlfriend and you’re hot. What can I do?” He shrugged and hugged your from behind, making you feel his erection in your butt.

Originally posted by purelyjimin

the timing is all wrong- h.s imagine

Originally posted by irinagudronchik

“Y/N!”

You chuckled softly and excused yourself from the conversation you were having with one of your friends.

Harry drunkenly plopped his body next to yours, his body almost on top of yours. He buried his face into your neck and smiled.

As if your hands had a mind of their own, they started to rub his back in a soothing matter. “How are you doing, birthday boy?”

Harry hummed and pulled his body back so he could look at you properly. He had a stupid, drunk, smile on his face. “I’m having the time of my life!”

You laughed, heart swelling at your best friend. “Good! You deserve the world.”

Even in Harry’s drunken state, his stomach did backflips hearing your words.

“Harry! Come on, let’s dance!” a female voice shouted from the middle of the dance floor.

You cleared your throat and nodded your head towards her, “Your girlfriend is calling you.”

Harry looked back between Brooklyn and you. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by Brooklyn calling him once again.

You tapped on his cheek, “Go! We’ll talk later!” Harry gave you a peck on your cheek and promised to meet up again later and proceeded to dance with Brooklyn.

You stared as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a hard kiss to which she returned, her arms wrapping around his neck. You cleared your throat and looked down at the beer bottle in your hands before taking a long chug from it.

Louis came over and sat next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “I saw that.”

You looked at Louis and smirked, “What? Saw Harry acting like a proper drunk idiot?”

Louis shook his head and returned a smirk back to you, “No. Saw you drooling over the drunk idiot.”

You smacked Louis hard on his chest. “I told you that in secrecy!”

Louis rubbed where you hit him and gave you a look, “Oi! I haven’t told anyone!”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m surprised you haven’t with that giant mouth of yours.”

Louis held his hands up in defense, “To be honest with you, I am too.”

You gave him one more look before the two of you burst out into laughter. You shook your head and looked back to Harry and Brooklyn dancing to a slower song, arms wrapped around each other. Still looking at him, you told Louis, “Doesn’t matter. He would never feel the same anyways.”

The next morning, you woke up to a slight headache. Damn it. Should have drank more water last night. You picked up your phone to see several messages from Harry, no doubt he texted it to you when he was drunk; the thought making you smile softly.

Y/N love! Miss you!

We should totally rent a boat.

Promised you a dance! Where r u

Did u leave u dick

LOL you don’t have a dick

Wait do u

Y/N?

Y/N!

ANSWER ME.

You laughed at Harry’s texts, wondering how in the world could he ever get these kind of ideas in his head. You glanced at the time at the top of your phone and figured you should make sure he got home alright.

“Hello?” Harry groggily answered.

“Morning sunshine.” You smiled getting up from your bed, heading over to the kitchen.

“I am anything from being in a sunshine mood this morning” Harry said, eyes closed, snuggling into his covers. “Can you bring me breakfast?”

You shut your fridge door and balanced the phone between your ear and shoulder, twisting a water bottle open, “Pass.”

Harry groaned loudly into the phone, “But it’s my birthday!”

You gulped down your swig of water, “It was last night, idiot!” Harry pouted, “But I’m hungry. And you love me.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. Harry whined, “Please Y/N.”

You sighed and smiled, shaking your head. “Fine.”

Harry cheered before wincing from the sudden movement, very hung over. “Maybe bring some aspirin as well.”

You were humming to yourself softly, holding a bag filled with Harry’s favorite breakfast: Avocado toast. Yours: A chocolate croissant.

You walked up to George, Harry’s doorman and dropped a bag in front of him. You smiled, “Hey George.”

George looked up at you and smiled before reaching into the bag. “Morning Miss Y/L/N.”

“I grabbed you a breakfast sandwich this time. George put his hand over his heart, “A woman that knows my heart.”

You laughed and walked away, “See ya, George!”

After taking the elevator to Harry’s apartment, you finally got to his door. You pulled his spare key out of your pocket and unlocked the door. You shut the door quietly, careful not to make too much noise. You placed your purse and bad with food on the counter. You began to walk to Harry’s bedroom but froze instantly. You heard a very loud moan come out of his room. You peeked your head from behind the hallway and were met with a rather disgusting sight. Brooklyn was on her knees in front of Harry. You quickly turned around and walked away, picking up the food and purse on your way out. Once you finally exited his apartment, you leaned against the door and sighed. She must of came over as soon as we hung up. Not wanting to let the food go to waste, you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your phone.

Breakfast?

Louis sat at his dining room table, hand on his chin, pouting, “If I knew you were going to give me this, I wouldn’t have answered your text.” You shrugged your shoulders, finishing the rest of your croissant. “Harry loves that.”

Louis crossed his arms and mumbled, “Harry also likes sardines.”

You wiped your mouth before Louis spoke up again, “Why didn’t you just give him this then?”

You picked at the button on the top of your shirt, “I was but decided not to.”

Louis stared at you, “Brooklyn was there wasn’t she?”

You sighed and shook your head yes. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Brooklyn. She was a very sweet girl. You tried to look for something small to dislike her but unfortunately, you couldn’t. Brooklyn was lovely. She was someone Harry needed.

Louis bit his lip, a look of sympathy on his face. He didn’t understand how Harry could be so blind. Y/N was perfect in his eyes. She was funny, the right amount of sassy, and beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to have the honor to call her their girlfriend. Wanting to change your mood, he asked, “Let me show you something.”

“Louis! That was awesome!” You shouted. The two of you were sat in Louis’s mini studio inside his apartment. He just played back a song that he was recently working on, planning for it to be his next hit.

Louis pressed the stop button and smiled brightly at you, “You liked it?”

“Loved it! So proud of you!” You smiled, giving him a hug. Louis smiled and hugged you back a little tighter, “I’m glad.”

Harry was sat on the couch in your living room apartment, feet on the coffee table. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.” You came back into the living room, popcorn in your hands. You sat next to him, getting into the same comfortable position as well. You shrugged your shoulders and grabbed the remote, going through the DVR. You clicked on the episode of Game of Thrones you were looking for and nestled into the couch a little more. “Wait, you skipped an episode. We didn’t watch that one yet.” Harry interrupted you.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I watched that episode with Louis the other night” you said, grabbing the remote again. “I’ll watch it again if you’ll like.”

Harry turned his body so it was facing you, “Since when have you and Louis started hanging out?”

You shrugged your shoulders once more, “We’ve always hung out.” Harry scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah..but never alone..”

You gave him a confused look, “What does that have to do with anything?”

Harry sighed, “It doesn’t but I didn’t know you guys were on that friendship level..”

You gave him one more look before laughing, “Louis is great company, what’s the big deal?”

Harry got back into his position and rested his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, a sense of worry going through his body. “I’m being silly, sorry love. Can we watch the episode?”

You were holding your chest, trying to gain your breath back. Louis stood next to you, tapping his foot, hands on his hips. “Y/N-” You held up your finger, still trying to catch your breath.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Y/N it was only a block!”

You and Louis started to grab some takeout. While you guys were walking back to his apartment, it started to rain. Not wanting the food to get ruined, Louis suggested the two of you to run the short distance. Finally, you were able to breathe. You narrowed your eyes at him, “I could have slipped on the rain and died.”

The two of you stepped into the elevator, he smirked at you. “That would be an unfortunate way to die. ‘Girl defeated by rain.’ Now that’s a buzzfeed article I would read.”

Ever since Harry’s birthday party, you and Louis became insanely close. At first you saw Louis as a distraction from your feelings for Harry but eventually you grew to really enjoy his company. Louis always admired you and hanging out with you lately has made his feelings for you grow more.

After the two of you finished the food, you really wanted to hear Louis’s new song again. Louis pretended to be annoyed but his heart warmed at the thought of you loving his song. As Louis played back the song, you began dancing like a mad woman. Louis was watching you, laughing at your horrid dance moves. As you were dancing, your foot caught on one of the wires that was on the floor. Louis quickly grabbed you before you fell to the floor. You placed your hands on his arms and looked up at him. You don’t know who kissed who first but you soon found yourself sitting on Louis’s lap, hands tangled in his hair. The two of you kissing as his song was playing quietly in the background, repeating itself.

You were walking to your door, hand in your hand, smiling at Louis’s latest text to you. You quickly sent him a text, arranging to meet up later. As soon as you opened the door, Harry was on the other side. His hand was up, looking like he was going to knock before you opened the door. “Hey. what are you doing here?” you asked, putting your phone into your back pocket.

“I broke up with Brooklyn.”


part 2?

i love how, alternatively, last thursday, sana and even had another little chat by her locker, during which sana told him that her brother and his friends will be at eva’s party tomorrow, just so he knows, and that, by the way, elias says hi to him. and even hesitated a little and said “it’s just that…” and sana waited, letting him know that she was listening. and even opened up to her, and we got to listen to him briefly tell what happened, and sana understood that he was nervous about talking to them again, and she told him “i know elias would be happy to see you, and i think the other boys as well, but this is totally up to you”

and eventually, even, this brave boy, did decide to show up, and we had a little moment, maybe just two minutes at the beginning of the clip, with sana and even and the boys, and she stood there during the slightly awkward greetings, and eventually elias broke the ice and said “remember how we used to make these random short films and stuff? we actually, hm, we’ve got this youtube chanel now, you know? nothing too serious, but it’s fun” and even replied “oh, that’s cool” and elias said “i mean, the videos don’t look as cool as the ones we used to make with you because you were always, like, the pro” and he let out a little laugh and he smiled and even smiled a little as well, and we could see him grow more comfortable and then he said “i’m sure you’re doing a good job” 

and sana left them at that moment, to go talk to her own friends, this happy look on her face, and we briefly saw the boys continue their conversation in the background, and eventually isak’s friends joined them, and all of them shook hands, and they seemingly buried the hatchet (but also, alternatively, the fight never happened, because these boys are not violent, and it wasn’t necessary, but that’s another story haha) 

(and off screen, isak and even got home that night, sleepy from the fun and the sun, and they had a little chat in bed before falling asleep, like they always do, and at some point isak told him “of course they were glad to see you and talk to you, anybody would be happy to have you in their life”, and in that moment even couldn’t help but believe him) 

Boyfriend!MARK

Originally posted by markleetrashh

NCT Boyfriend Series! [Boyfriend!Mark]

Kick starting it off with Mark Lee!

*keke so much lowercase, i hope u all don’t scream, under the cut bc it’s long*

boyfriend!nct series masterlist


  • mark would honestly be such a good boyfriend I don’t think you’d understand
  • skip the bit of how he asked you out, that’s irrelevant lol!
  • when you guys first started dating he would be SO SO shy!!!! I cannot explain how shy he would be, like he’d be shy to hold your hand, talk to you in front of members and stuff
  • but when you’re alone he’s a whole different person
  • at first bc he’s shy around the members sometimes, he’d just cuddle you and hold your hand a lot in his room
  • like you’d both just lay on his bed holding hands or he’d lay on your stomach while you both scroll on your phones watching videos and looking at memes
  • then gradually he’d become comfortable to flaunt your relationship around the members
  • i’m tired of ppl saying mark isn’t clingy…HE IS SO CLINGY AROUND DOYOUNG U DON’T UNDERSTAND

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Petals - Bucky Barnes x Reader

PAIRING: Bucky x Reader

WORD COUNT: 4k+

WARNING: references people being sick A LOT

➳ A soulmate & hanahaki (The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.) au

[Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to write a soulmate au and figured seen as I’m making a new start on this new blog it’d be a great time to write one. Also I wanted the first thing I post on here to be something good and I’m content with this, it should end up being three parts but that depends on if people want more.]

The name of your soulmate appeared on your wrist when you were thirteen. You’d been overwhelmed by this uncontrollable delirium and a soft sensation passed over your wrist, like fingertips grazing your skin, and as they passed on they left the name ‘Steve Rogers’ printed in their wake.

You first met your soulmate when you were twenty four, it had felt like an eternity really but in the end it seemed to become worthy of all those years, years full of staring at the name ‘Steve Rogers’ on your wrist, tracing the bumpy letters on your wrist and revelling in the way your heart would stutter every now and again at the thought of him. Never did you think that the Steve Rogers on your wrist would be the Captain America though.

And you were twenty five when you found out that you weren’t his soulmate. The memory of that day was fresh and clear, it was early December and you were sat in your freezing cold studio apartment looking through pictures of Steve and your other friends. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month that had already begun to settle, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth filling your chest as you went through the pictures. Pictures of you and Steve out on walks, making funny faces, the memories of convincing him to take the pictures were what had you smiling the most.

You loved him. You loved Steve Rogers so much that one look at his toothy smile had you soaring up in the heavens, bliss being the only thought you have, that and how much you love Steve Rogers. But the thing about love is that it’s very fickle, working in funny ways. On one hand it can be a beautiful and thrilling thing, but then on the other it can also be inhumane, barbarous, mercilessly slicing apart hearts with an already blood stained sword so sharp it doesn’t even let you take a second breath before all the air leaves your lungs. And that edged sword got to you on that particular night, being as unforgiving as expected.

Pain had suddenly spread to your limbs, causing you to throw down your phone onto the floor which still showed the nicest picture of you and Steve, you staring at him smiling and him looking back for once, you looked down at the name written on your wrist in letters shaped much like how you would write them. Every other time you’ve looked at that name you felt only elation, but on that day there was only stinging dread passing through the underneath of your skin until it reached your stomach and began to swirl strangely.

That’s when you noticed it, the discoloration of the words, the solid black beginning to fade. “Why is it- why is it red?” You croaked out, rubbing at the letters but quickly giving up and pressing your hand against the your aching belly.

Steve’s face was still clear in your mind - bright smile, smooth blond hair that he styled to what he liked rather than what the 20th century would want, timid blue eyes, playful lips that hid behind them plenty of sarcastic comments - it was all so incredibly painful and you were in love, so in love.

That was the first night you threw up flower petals.

After it happened all you could do was stare at your lap with confusion, throat tight as you observed the vivid petals that were now scattered around your figure on top of your bed. Picking one of the petals up, you got a closer look at them, finger tips caressing the petals smoothness. You quietly wished that the petals beauty didn’t have to be associated with the same despair that was burning your lungs and causing your hands to shake restlessly.

They were carnation petals. Radiant and soft, filled with all the love that was never destined to fill your heart. Because Steve wasn’t yours. It turned out that he was never meant to be yours.

***

Three years later and you’d finally learnt why your soulmate’s name had turned red, it was because of a rather charming lady named Sharon Carter. You had no reason to hate her at all, and yet during hers and Steve’s engagement party you couldn’t bare to look in her direction.

You’d stayed by Steve’s side for most of the night, your connection to him making it almost impossible for you to refuse the impulsive desire to be in his proximity at all times. There was so much about him that you desired; the way he always smelt like a cabin in the woods, the way his smile was so familiar to you after years of staring at it, making traces in your mind so that when you weren’t near him you could imagine up the perfect replica, your mood instantly brightened by the image.

“Fate did it again,” Sam Wilson began to cheer, raising his glass up after finishing the speech that you’d easily ignored, not desiring to hear the story of your soulmates profound connection with another woman.

Everyone yelled in agreement, glasses rising everywhere and faces turning to stare at Steve. Sharon was sat on his right but you were sat on his left, making it easy for you to pretend in your head that they were raising the glasses in celebration of yours and Steve’s connection instead. Or at least you could until they all chorused, “to the soulmates, Steve and Sharon.” Breaking the marvellous dream you’d gotten lost in up until that point.

You did not cheer along but you did raise your glass for a quick second, toasting more to your official transformation into a glitch, before downing the champagne flute in it’s entirety.

It sounded stupid, but you’d actually been holding onto hope that maybe somehow you could get the writing to go back to black and just maybe Steve could become your soulmate. The hope had come in like the tide would, smoothly drawing itself closer and closer to your shores and filling you, but it was quick to fall back, taking with it any remnants of light you once possessed as the tide would scrape away the surface of any beach. Painfully slow, the pain making it clear just how real your situation was.

Once the yelling was done Steve turned to you, that bright smile of content glowing on his slightly sweaty face, the space in the Avenger’s tower now clumped full of people that were relevant to Steve and Sharon’s life in some way.

“You look so awkward right now,” you laughed at him.

His smile didn’t falter, a sign that your friendship was still as solid as ever because it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to banter. “I asked Tony if we could do a small celebration, only I forgot that Tony doesn’t know the meaning of the words ‘small celebration’.”

“Then this is your fault really,” a waiter walked by and Steve grabbed two more of the champagne flutes, handing one to you. You guessed that he was trying to use the alcohol (as ineffective as it may be on him) to push down some of his nerves, meanwhile you were using it to push down the lump of petals that had been at the bottom of your throat the entire night. “He really did invite everyone,” you murmured, eyes returning to the crowd in front of you, “including your postman.”

“What, really?”

His eyes had followed where yours had travelled and you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled past your lips, though you did try by placing your hand in front of your lips. “Made you look.” You commented, welcoming the joking glare Steve threw your way.

He took another sip of the champagne, a drink more suited to Tony’s taste than Steve’s but he knew that Sharon was a fan of it so the star-spangled man did not complain, especially because you’d already revealed that the engagement present you’d bought was one of his favourite whiskey’s.

“I’m glad you came, Y/N, this night wouldn’t be nearly as fun for me.” Steve blurted out, making that cursed feeling sizzle at the bottom of your belly. His words inspiring too much hope that he did actually love you. Now every time you became hopeful you were hit with the image of the black names stamped on Steve’s and Sharon’s wrist.

“You know I’m always here for you.” The words passed through your lips with ease because they were the truest thing you could possibly say, another curse that came with being a glitch. No matter what he did to you or other people, you would forever be by his side, saying yes to his every whim. “Always.” You whispered afterward, a reminder of your tie to the man who would never love you as much as you loved him.

“And yet you won’t let me be there for you,” he said, making you turn your head towards him in confusion because, as far as you were aware, you gave him everything. Every part of you and all the things that you could offer as perks. “Why won’t you let me help you find your soulmate? All Tony needs is the name and then he can find them.”

Except that, you gave Steve everything but the truth about the name on your wrist. You could never tell Steve about that.

“I just want you to be happy.” His last words were full of meaning and the tone which laced around what he said easily broke your resolve, the pain threatening to take over, making you realise that no matter how hard you try to keep a clean facade it will never be enough to bury your feelings in front of Steve’s affectionate eyes, genuine and dripping with concern.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, voice monotonous to cover up what you were truly feeling. You’d told so many lies to Steve by this point that they passed your lips far too easily now. “I want to do this alone.”

Steve looked down, smile completely gone as he pursed his lips in a tight line that matched the way your lips were. “I don’t want you to.”

Ever since the moment when you first met Steve you knew he was far too kind. Ever since you met him all he’d done was try his hardest to help you in anyway I can, much like how he would with every friend. But for you this wasn’t being nice, Steve was killing you with kindness and you could barely handle it anymore. You rushed to hand him your champagne though he’s confused by your actions so he reacts slower than you’d like. “I need to go to the bathroom,” you reveal after he finally took the flute, “I’ll be right back.”

You’d barely given Steve time to react before you performed a vanishing act in your high heels, making your way over to the bathroom and feeling especially relieved when you found it unoccupied. It took you seconds to collapse inside of the bathroom, falling against the toilet as petals burst from your mouth, your stomach emptying itself instantaneously.

The numbness gained from getting all the petals out is brief but alleviating, and for a short while you’re able to pretend that there’s no tightness around your heart whilst the petals continued to pour out, making you feel light and dizzy as the relief that comes from the flowers mitigates the pain for a few seconds. You weren’t sure how much time exactly you spent inside that bathroom surrounded by yellow carnations which had previously been built up in your stomach thanks to the engagement party. You only realised that you’d stopped throwing up the petals when the swell of pain returned back in your stomach, sharply pressing against your insides like razors rather than petals.

You began to glare at your right hand, the red print on your skin covered to others but far too visible to you. Always far too visible. You hated it so much. You hated how in summer you had to cover it up with gauze and how you’re only ever allowed to wear long sleeved dressed, and you especially hated how shameful the red print was. You wondered how destiny could be so cruel, not holding any kind of clemency against those that it chooses to bear the red words for the rest of their lives.

All you were was a glitch, and such a word always had you feel dry and raw on the tip of your tongue, the truth still so impossible to accept even after you bered the secret for years. The secret being that you were a glitch in fate, condemned to love from afar, doomed to accept the fact that your feelings were never going to be reciprocated, that your heart will always long for a missing piece that you won’t find in your lifetime.

It’s weird how the words in red changed your perception of life. How your innocent feelings for Steve turned into something much more intense and arduous, a desperate longing that came with the mark of a soulmate which is only satisfied in the moment when you find the person that also holds your own name on their hands. There would not be such a climax for you because you were a glitch, a name lost in the wind and never imprinted on someones skin.

Eventually you force yourself to get up, cleaning the bathroom by flushing down all the evidence of your disease. That’s the one good thing about being a glitch, it was easy to hide. All you need to do is keep the name covered and the petals out of sight; the only times the disease got hard to keep hidden was when you were with Steve.

You were surprised to find Natasha silently standing outside of the bathroom, blank eyes finding yours as she lifted her head to look at you, she proceeded to nod her head towards the empty balcony. When she spoke to your her voice was low, the tone sounding almost bored as she dragged out the words. “Come on, I’ll get you a strong drink.”

You don’t say anything to her, knowing that with Natasha there was no need to as she knew what you were going through better than anyone else in the party.

Natasha takes the lead through the swarm of fashionable guest whilsts you kept your concentration completely on the sight of the bar, slightly crowded against the other side of the grand room. Natasha placed her hand on your lower back when you approached the wooden counter, keeping you steady but not asking you to speak, instead she just orders the drinks. It was because she understood that your voice wouldn’t be out of use for a little bit longer, your throat probably raw and broken after all of the petals that had spilled out of your throat. As soon as the drink was in your hand you were quick to sip from it, sucking on an ice cube to cool down your burning throat. “Fuck,” you hiss once the sip was swallowed, “that’s strong.”

The tip of Natasha’s lip rose up, as she took a seat on one of the stools whilst guiding you onto the other. “Don’t worry, one glass won’t turn you into a sloppy drunk.”

“I’ll probably need another one of these,” you think out loud, infatuated by the idea of losing your mind in a glass of some unknown but very strong alcoholic beverage.

“No,” Natasha replied calmly, drinking out of her glass with a smoothness that comes from years of drinking strong liquors, building up an immunity. “I’m not dragging your drunk, crying ass out of here.”

“Ouch,” you muttered, hiding your smile behind the glass whilst taking another sip. Conversation had died down and a comfortable silence stretched between you and your unlikely friend you’d made after meeting Steve. It’s a welcoming peace amongst the buzzing excitement that always seemed to vibrate around the rest of the avengers, you’re casual and quiet behaviour too dull compared to the vibrancy Thor and Tony seemed to possess on these occasions.

It had you wondering if Natasha ever felt that way, feeling locked in as she was incapable of sharing the passion that is brimming around her, only able to focus on her own matters as she ignores the sickness of love that was always heavy in the air. But one look at her face made you realise that she probably doesn’t even care, and the jealousy that suddenly curses through you is so sharp even Natasha seemed to feel it, turning towards you to give you a curious look. “Spill,” she said, finishing her drink in one gulp.

You couldn’t hold back the words that spilled from your mouth, far too curious. “Dd it hurt?” Natasha seemed slightly startled, and that might have been the strongest emotion you’d seen on her face in years. “The surgery,” you cleared up, heart beating nervously as you realised that it may have been a sensitive subject, but as per usual she looked barely fazed.

“They all the pain away, Y/N. So no, it didn’t hurt.” Even though Natasha didn’t seem affected at all, even ordering another drink, you had a feeling of dread faintly tugging at the inside of your chest. Memories of Natasha’s wide smile and quiet yet vibrant laugh still fresh in your mind and very much missed. All that is left of her after the surgery is a mere shell of what she used to be, a rougher facade that sometimes glinted with the ghost of a smile and half hearted laughter. But Natasha isn’t suffering anymore, she got rid of all the pain that came with being a glitch even though it meant sacrificing every single feeling in the process.

“What do you feel for him now?” You prodded further, carefully watching her reaction for any inclination that you’d gone too far.

“For Clint?” There was no emotion in her voice as she pronounced the name of the person that used to be tattooed on her skin, sharp letters in bright red. The name had completely vanished, after the surgery the name had turned fainter and fainter until the letters were completely gone. “I’m happy for him, I guess. Laura is a nice girl, and they look pretty good together.”

“Did you ever tell him?”

Natasha glanced briefly at you, beginning to look slightly tired of your questions, “no way. It’s not that I care, but I know he’d beat himself up for it. He never asked when he found out that I was a glitch, and I’m glad he never prodded.”

You nodded quietly, “sometimes I think about telling him, you know,” you say softly, biting down onto your lip when your heart began to jump against your ribcage. “My delusional brain likes to believe there’s still a chance. That fate got it wrong, somehow. That maybe he loves me and not her, down down.” You couldn’t stop the bitter smile on your face as your own thoughts came out of your mouth, even as you said them you realised how unrealistic they were.

“I’m not going to lie, when I first saw you two together I thought you could be soulmates.” At her words you tensed up and she seemed to notice your distress straight away, fidgeting on her spot. “Sorry. I forget to be tactful sometimes.”

“You always used to pick your words so carefully,” you gave her a dejected smile, one that she doesn’t return. “Don’t you ever miss it thought?”

Natasha blinked at you, confused, looking at you straight in the eye. “Miss what?”

“Being love. Feeling things so intensely.”

She seems to mull your words for a moment, eyes gazing at the liquid in her glass before trailing upward, stopping on something and so you look that way too. Clint stands on the other side of the room, drink in hand. When you turn back to Natasha you feel like you see her eyes turn melancholic for a second, sparkling faintly before the gleam is gone, but then you convince yourself that it was just your imagination.

When she finally answered, her voice came out almost fragile, a ghost of the old Natasha Romanoff resurfacing in the forlorn quirk of her lips. “I’m not even sure what missing feels like.”

The two of you settled in a comfortable silence after that, you forcing the putrid drink down your throat so that you could get the pain to be numbed by the buzz of alcohol if only for a moment. You didn’t know what was going through Natasha’s mind and you never did really. It was still hard for you to imagne what it must be like to have all emotions taken away. As a glitch though you understood more than most the need to have it taken away, but for you there was always fear stopping you.

As you dismayed in that silence, your eyes often scanned your surroundings. Perhaps you were making sure that Steve and Sharon weren’t anywhere near, or perhaps you were looking for something else.

Though you weren’t sure what that something else was, you found it in the form of James Buchanan Barnes. The encounter didn’t fully bloom into something else in that moment, but it was the start. Like a matchstick when it first grates it’s way across the rough texture of the matchbox, the beginnings of flames blossoming but not executing a full flame. No that came after after two or three more times of being struck. In this situation you were the matchstick, and Bucky was the matchbox.

You’d heard of Bucky from Steve plenty of times beforehand but you had never met the damaged soldier as he was a bit of a introvert. An introvert to the point of hiding himself away from most people whenever he possibly could, you assumed that this engagement party was not one of those occasions.

His eyes were a blue you’d rarely seen. They were bluer than Steve’s and had your mind conjuring up a number of new metaphors, though most of the words you could think of had already been wasted on metaphors for Steve’s eyes.

Bucky seemed to be staring back at you but you couldn’t truly be sure as he was hidden in the shadows of the corner of the room, long brown hair falling in front of his face in a way that hid his eyes very well. But the shadows nor the hair could hide what he was playing with in his hands, it looked to be a familiar shape but that wasn’t what truly gave it a way. It was the colour that had you recognising what was in his hands instantly. It was the petal off of a carnation flower, a yellow petal.

The drink you had in your hand was spilled instantaneously, slipping out of your weakened grasp and falling onto the floor with a loud smash that had your surprised condition announced to everyone. It felt like the entire world was looking at you then and there, you simply had no choice but to run away despite Natasha’s disgruntled moans about your surprise attack.

As if the urge to throw up more petals wasn’t already taking control of your instincts, placing you instantly into panic mode, the compulsion only worsened as you slapped your body into Sharon’s.

She was as kind as ever, placing her hands around your shoulders and checking to see if you were okay. But her hands felt like fire pressed flush against your skin, melting the layers of skin and scolding your bones, the pain flowing it’s way through your body as easy as blood passing through veins. Impulsively you cast her hands aside, having to force the words ‘I’m sorry’ as you ran past. In reality you wanted to scream at her, possibly murder her because she won. Even if it was never a game, she’d won the life you would now only be capable of dreaming of. But what use was such a dream when you’d have to wake up to a living nightmare?

Steve looked extremely concerned when you passed him, the petals already weighing down your tongue.

You had to get out.

No one could see the petals.

Even as you thought those things heavy doubt fell on your shoulders. Bucky knew, and you didn’t know him well enough to figure out if he’d go around telling everyone. You couldn’t even decipher what that show in the bar was meant to be, a threat? A show of understanding? Either way your mind had jumped to the worst possible scenario and it had you running out of the avengers building as fast as your feet would allow you.

Once outside you went to find the most private place you could to finally let the petals be freed once again. That would have been the fifth time that day.

What If I Kissed You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Y/L/N, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Brianna Buckmaster  

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: A few adultish thoughts, Drunkish!Jensen, tipsy!reader, not much. Mostly fluff.      

Word Count: 1700ish

A/N: So I have been writing a lot of angst lately for my series and for and for angst day (yep I am gonna make y’all cry that day). So I kinda needed a change of pace. When I heard Temecula Road’s What if I Kissed You this one shot popped into my mind.

Thanks a billion to the bestest little sister in the world @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this one for me

Note hate against Danneel - I love her. For the purpose of this fic Jensen is single. 

Being around Y/N on set was bad enough, but tonight it was down right impossible for Jensen to focus on anything else but her. It was a beautiful night in Rome. All his friends, well work friends, were there. Misha and Jared were laughing and talking about something right next to him, but Jensen didn’t pay attention to them at all.

His eyes were solely fixated on Y/N and the way she was laughing and dancing with Brianna. Hell, he couldn’t even hear the music over the sound of her bell like laughter ringing in his ears. He was drunk and not only on the “apple juice”  he had been drinking all day, but on her. She filled his senses and Jensen allowed his mind to wander as he watched how the short summer dress she was wearing clung to her curves in all the right places. Her tanned skin was almost shining in the lights of the club and her hair was swaying with her every movement. She looked happy and free.

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Downsized

Title: Downsized

Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 2163

Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride. 

Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.

Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got. 

Without further ado. Enjoy <3 

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual


16:30

Silence.

You hated the silence.

You’ve always hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.

16:45

You stared at the clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Something was wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.

Maybe you should just-

The sound of the bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath. 

“Hi there, Y/N.” Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”

“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured? Where is-”

“Hey,” the youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question at a time, champ.”

Rolling your eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his forehead puckered just a tiny little bit.

“Where is Dean?”

“Um,” he started, rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”

“Sam.” you tried again, a bit more forceful. “Where is Dean?”

And then, right before he could actually reply, a little kid with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view, wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.

“Is that-

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Bts reacting to acting lovey dovey in public!

Namjoon

You wrapped your arm around his hip and got on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

“Uhm baby, what’re you doing?”

“Can’t I be cute with you?”

“Let’s save it for when we’re home okay? Then maybe it could escalate into something more…” *smirk smirk*

Originally posted by bangthebae

Jin

“Mmm honey try this!” You held up your spoon and he took a bite.

“Mmm waaah that’s so good!”

“Right though! You have a little something on your lip babe, let me get it for you.” You kiss the food off his lips which makes him laughs.

Originally posted by shanadiary

Hoseok

“Hobi! Look how cute this dress is!” You pulled him to look at it. “Oh, your collars cricked. Let me fix it…” You kiss his collarbone.

He laughs and pulls you into a hug, “Y/n you can’t be kissing me there out in public okay?” *kisses the top of your head*

Originally posted by hoshikio

Yoongi

“Kissing?”

“No.

“One peck.”

“Yuck.”

“Fine whatever, I’m gonna hold your hand though and you can’t stop me.”

Originally posted by so-bangtastic

Taehyung

“Jagi! Jagi! Jagi!” *Hugs you and starts kissing you everywhere* “We should get couple outfits! Let’s get berets! We’d look so cute!” 

(This baby’s a sweetheart)

Originally posted by bts-jimin16

Jimin

You grab onto his sweater paw and hold it.

“Wh-what are you doing?” *gets all flushed*

“Just showing my love for you!” *Jimin turns even more red and starts giggling*

Originally posted by yoonmin

Jungkook

You back hug him while he’s looking at shoes, “hello!”

“Ew icky coodies!” *laughs while kissing your cheek*

Originally posted by hi-and-love


Taehyungs gif isnt working and i cant deal with it because my head hurts and im stressed out EVEN THO SCHOOLS OVER AND IM SO ANGRY AND IM SORRY FOR BEING A SHIT ADMIN WHO CAN BARELY FUNCTION ON A DAILY BUT COVERS IT ALL UP WITH HUMOR I fixed it.