how did you get this number

btsyoonki  asked:

1,3,6,11 !!

send me a number 4 bts asks!

1. How and when did you get into bts

i was watching a nigahiga video back then and bts’ i need u was recommended LOL so i got into them in 2015!

3. Has bangtan influenced your life in any way

TIME MANAGEMENT! i learned to juggle school and my extra circulars with stanning bts and my grades have been pretty stable ever since i got into them. of course, i’ve also become a more happier and positive person thanks to them :-) 

6. Favorite lyric

MIC MIC BUNGEE

11. Is there any special bts song that has a special meaning to you

butterfly and young forever r 2 songs i hold really close to me

THANKS FOR ASKING!

good responses to "are you a boy or a girl"

• a WHAT NOW
sorry what? there’s a bee in my ear
• nnnnNnNnnNnNnnnnNNNNNnnnnn
• we’re sorry, this number is unavailable at this time. to leave a callback number, press 5. beep
• how did you get in my house
• point into the distance. do not say anything, and do not point at anything specific. just point.

3

Your heart was pounding profusely, as you held your gaze on the screen.

It only took a few minutes before you got a response, and once you did, you were beyond mortified.

Frantically, you went back to your Instagram and found the comment Bonnie left on your picture. She had given you her number, but you accidentally mixed up the last two numbers.

Which brought you here.

Looking at the cute little selfie you received, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

Not only did you text the wrong number, but you texted Jensen freaking Ackles. The actor you had crushed on for years.

You texted back the emoji, not knowing what to say.

And as the seconds passed, it didn’t take long for you to get another reply.

‘Isn’t it a little late for a bath? I mean, shouldn’t you be in bed? Lol.’

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. This was so surreal. How did you manage to text your celebrity crush, was beyond anything you could imagine.

For a moment, you thought you should just apologize and then throw your phone and pretend it never happened, but then you decided to continue the conversation with him. I mean, it’s not everyday you get to talk to Jensen.

'It’s never too late for a bubble bath, especially when there’s wine. But what about you? Why aren’t you in bed?’

Suddenly, you felt a little flirtatious. Maybe it was the alcohol. Whatever it was, you didn’t seem to mind.

Taking a sip of your wine, you waited for his response. Thinking of a million things all at once. You had to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.

'Alcohol makes everything better. 😉
I can’t sleep. My name is Jensen by the way.’

'I’m Y/N.’

And just like that, you two were texting back and forth for what seemed like forever.

You talked about work and movies and basically everything you could think of. You also talked about your job and the fact that you were a fan of his show. Even when you were done with the bath and now snuggled up in bed.

Somehow, you were both feeling something between you two. Feeling a pull that made you want to keep the conversation going even though you two had only talked this one time. Like two close friends catching up.

But then you saw the time, and suddenly were brought back to reality. You couldn’t believe you were texting him for three hours straight!

'Damn, it’s super late!’ You texted Jensen.

'Didn’t know we were talking for that long. Lol. Guess that happens when you’re having fun. 😉’

You felt your stomach flutter. Giving you a warm sensation throughout your body.

'Well, I better get some sleep. Have another long day tomorrow.’

Once you sent that text, you were a bit bummed. Not wanting it to end, but you were fighting your eyes to stay open.

'Hey…there’s something I want to ask you before you go.’ He replied.

You were a bit hesitant, but curious.

'What’s up?’

Those three dots appeared on the screen, making you hold your breath with anticipation.

'Can you send a selfie? Want to put a face to the legs. Lol’

And just like that, you felt nervous. Nauseas even. You were always insecure, but having Jensen ask for a picture, especially without makeup, you were scared.

Scared of what he might think. Or say.

'Please?’ You received another text.

You let out a sigh, and caved. Holding the blanket close to you, you snapped a quick selfie. The flash from your phone, made your eyes glossy. You were laying on your side, with your hair laid across your pillow and a soft smile that seemed shy yet inviting. But you sent the picture before you could even talk yourself out of it.

Three dots on the screen, came and gone. Suddenly you panicked.

Maybe he didn’t like the picture? Or maybe he didn’t think you were pretty? Whatever it was, you were now regretting ever sending him the picture.

Wishing you never even sent the first text to begin with.

You locked your phone and closed your eyes, wincing at the thoughts of what you imagined was going through his head.

Until your phone vibrated.

'Fuck, you’re beautiful.’

Your lips curved into a cheeky grin, and a squeal escaped from you.

Though you wanted to keep talking, you also wanted to play it cool.

'Well I enjoyed our conversation. It was fun.’

'Me too. I haven’t had that much fun talking to anyone in a long time. So thank you.’

'Good night, Jensen.’

'Good night, sweet heart. Hopefully next time we will talk on the phone instead of this texting crap. I hate texting. lol.’

Your smile felt like it curved even more. But you were sure it wasn’t even possible. Jensen Ackles wanted to talk to you again. But this time, you would hear his deep, rough voice. It made your stomach flutter from just the thought.

'Lol, maybe. If you’re lucky 😉 now go to sleep Mr. Ackles. It’s passed your bed time.’

'Yes ma'am. Good night.’

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“It’s, um, Peter, right?”

Peter’s head snapped up at the sound of his name. Kind of shocked to see [Y/N] standing in front of him and Ned, he lost his grip on the table. Catching himself before he fell face first into their project, he cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, that’s me. Peter….”

“Nice, dude.” Ned snickered. 

Flashing his friend a dirty look, he quickly turned back towards [Y/N]. She was awkwardly standing in front of their workshop table, he could sense that she was a bit nervous. “Did you need something?” He asked with a smile. 

[Y/N]’s cheeks turned a little tinge of pink, something that had never happened to Peter. He had never made a girl blush before. Looking down at her feet, she bit her lip. “Yeah, actually I do. Um, well, how do I put this.” She looked back up at Peter’s confused expression. “I’m about to fail this class.”

“No fucking way.” Ned gasped, “You’re like the smartest girl in this school.” 

Peter clenched his jaw, closing his eyes. “Ned.” He warned. 

Ned shrugged, “What? She is. I don’t think she’s ever failed a class. It’s just shocking, that’s all.” 

Peter shook his head, giving Ned a look to shut up. Turning to face [Y/N] again, he gently raised a brow. “And you need me to?” 

Taking a deep breath, she pointed to Ned, “I actually failed Spanish in middle school by the way but,” looking at Peter, she exhaled in defeat. “not trying to exploit your mechanical genius or anything but Mr. Harding said if I can come up with at least three projects that can move, speak, and think on its own, he won’t fail me and give me a passing grade.” Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she bit her lip. “I’ve come up with the first two…kind of, not really but the last one I can’t seem to figure out. And I was wondering if you could help….me.” 

Ned’s eyes widened as he smiled. Slapping Peter on the back, he cheered out. “OF course he can!”

[Y/N] gave Ned a peculiar look, “I appreciate you speaking for Peter, Ned. But, it’s not your time that I’d be wasting. I’m completely helpless when it comes to wiring. I just don’t understand.”

Peter watched her babble on about her inability to mechanically engineer things. He couldn’t help but smile, she was kind of cute when she panicked. She was one of those girls that never talked much outside her circle of friends and seemed unbelievably shy. He could relate to her. 

“I’ll do it.” Peter said, cutting off her ramble of paying him too. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms, smiling. “You don’t have to pay me. We can trade services. I help you with your project and you help me study for the History exam.” 

Her eyes lit up, “Really?”

Nodding, “Yeah, definitely.”

Reaching into her totebag, she tore a piece of paper from her notebook and scribbled down her number. “You seriously have no idea how much this means to me, Peter!” Handing him her number, she gave a shy smile. “Just, uh, um, text me whenever you figure out your schedule and I’ll rearrange mine.” Backing up slowly, she started to blush again, “I should get back, my partner’s probably wondering where I am.” 

Peter looked down at the number and smiled. “Yeah, I’ll text you after school.” Sticking in his pocket, he looked back down at his project.

Ned leaned in, “Dude, did that just happen?” 

“Shut up, Ned.” Peter rolled his eyes. 

“No seriously, did it? Because I’m pretty sure that it didn’t. [Y/N] is like the most underrated girl in our school. She’s so pretty that she doesn’t even know she’s pretty.” 

Squinting his eyes, Peter looked at Ned, “What does that even mean?” 

Squeezing his arm, Ned squealed out. “It means you have a chance dude.” 

Peter shook his head and glanced across the room. He chuckled silently at [Y/N] desperately trying to understand what her partner was telling her. Ned had a point, she was extremely pretty and he could bet she didn’t even know her worth. Looking back down at their open wires, he shrugged, “Yeah maybe.” 

“Nice.” Bumping Peter to do their little hand shake, Ned whispered. “Liz Allen who, whaaat?” 


||| Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three ||| Part Four ||

Send me a number

10 HOWS:

• How often do you sleep in a day?

• How old will you be at your next birthday?

• How old do you want to be when you get married?

• How is the weather today?

• How often do you see your best friend?

• How did you do in high school?

• How did your night go last night?

• How are you feeling at this moment?

• How did you celebrate your last birthday?

• How did you get one of your scars?

9 WHATS:

• What is your first name?

• What did you do last weekend?

• What is the most important part of your life?

• What would you rather be doing?

• What did you last cry over?

• What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?

• What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?

• What are you worried about?

• What did you have for breakfast?

8 HAVE YOUS:

• Have you ever liked someone who had a boyfriend/girlfriend?

• Have you ever had your heart broken?

• Have you ever been out of the country?

• Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?

• Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?

• Have you ever dated someone younger than you?

• Have you ever read an entire book in a day?

7 WHOS:

• Who was the last person you chatted with?

• Who was the last person you texted?

• Who was the last person you hung out with?

• Who was the last person to call you?

• Who did you last hug?

• Who is the last person who texted you?

• Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?

6 WHERES:

• Where does your best friend live?

• Where did you last go?

• Where did you last hang out?

• Where do/did you go to school?

• Where is your favorite place to be?

• Where did you sleep last night?

5 DOS/DOES:

• Do you like someone right now?

• Do you think anyone likes you?

• Do you ever wish you were someone else?

• Do you sing in the shower?

• Does the future scare you?

4 WHYS:

• Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)?

• Why did you join Tumblr?

• Why did your parents give you the name you have?

• Why are you answering this game?

3 IFS:

• If you could have one super power what would it be?

• If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?

• If you were to choose, someone you love or someone who loves you?

2 WOULD-YOU-EVERS:

• Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?

• Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?

1 LAST QUESTION:

• Are you happy with your life right now?

“Hey Tango, not gonna dance?” Jack said, leaning against a wall and next to Tango. 

“I’m going to join in later,” Tango said. “Oh yeah! Earlier I thought you were just coming here to steal our jam! But obviously you came to see-oh!” Tango stopped himself and covered the back of his head. “I almost forgot I should talk about it in public! Sorry Jack!”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “It’s alright, Tango.” 

“It must be awesome dating Bitty! Oh,” Tango covered his mouth, then whispered, “It must be awesome dating Bitty! He’s like the nicest guy ever!” 

Jack looked around, there were no phones recording anything and everyone was drunk already, no need to worry.

“Yeah, it’s been pretty great.”

“So, how did you get him to go out with you? Bitty’s awesome and super nice but he has really high standards.”

Jack almost choked on his drink, but Tango was oblivious and continued talking.

“Once this really handsome football player asked him out and he said no thank you. Oh maybe he doesn’t have really high standards and that was just because he was,” here his voice dropped to a whisper again, “going out with you.”

Jack couldn’t even bother to feel offended by Tango. “Were there other people who wanted to date him?”

Tango started listing. “The guy from the track team who always comes for pies, but maybe that’s just for pies? Uhh, there was someone in his French class who keeps asking me for his number. Our third line center, but I think he’s over his crush now. Sometimes the football team jogs by and comes in to ask for water, but one of them is here for Lardo and another one asks for sweet tea and pie. Bitty’s always down to give them pie! He’s so nice! What was I talking about again?” 

Jack shook his head. “Nothing.” 

“But how can I be talking about nothing? Oh so how did you get Bitty to date you?” 

“Are you interested?” Jack teased. 

“Hmm,” Tango looked deep in thought. 

“I’m just kidding,” Jack said.

“Oh good because it would be really awkward if I told you I was and insulting if I told you I wasn’t, I think? I don’t know. Do you think I’m interested? Bitty’s really nice and good looking.”

“Okay, time to go and get more food, Tango.” Jack pushed him towards the direction of the kitchen.  


“I have it on good authority that you have a high standard for men,” Jack said later in their nightly Skype chats. 

“It’s true, I have a standard that’s almost impossible,” Bitty smiled. 

“Oh? Tell me about it, mon cherie.” 

“Well, first of all they have to be French Canadian, then they have to be named Jack Zimmermann…”

Altruism Defines Us

Humans are bizarrely altruistic… to the point where they will work to save another being’s life, even when that being has no concept of what is happening.

“Oh my god, Steve, look out the window!”

The alien designated ‘Steve’ by its human companion slowly looked up from its console at the human known as Jamie.

Letting out a soft, scream-like exclamation, Jamie ran over to the window of their shared office, staring out for a moment before turning to look at Steve.

“It’s stuck! Oh, the poor thing.” Jamie’s posture seemed to stiffen. “Come, Steve, we have to help it.”

“Help– what are you talking about?” Pivoting in its chair, Steve angled its eye stalks to stare out the window. Moments later, Steve’s normally cobolt hide rippled, a pool green suddenly spreading across its head and visible appendages. “Human Jamie, that is the animal the survey team designated a ‘Deathclaw’! It is not-”

But Jamie was gone, the automatic doors sliding smooth shut. A few timeparts later, the human appeared outside and began to slowly approach the creature.

The human survey team that had identified and cataloged the creature had insisted on giving it a common name (apparently its reference identification number was insufficient). A 'Deathclaw’, the head of the team had explained, was a deadly creature from a fantasy story on Earth, something warped and twisted by several human centuries of mutation and radiation poisoning.

Steve thought it ridiculous that the humans felt it was necessary to invent new animal nightmares given how many already existed on that hell-world.

With fervent support from the human on base, the common name had bee approved. And now the human Jamie was stalking cautiously up to a terrifying creating seemingly made up of an alarming number of teeth and claws armed only with a long metal pole.

Steve’s terminal buzzed - Jamie had equipped one of the survey team’s body cameras. As though any would want to view the horror about to unfold.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart,” Jamie cooed, carefully drawing closer to the Deathclaw. “Did you get stuck on the fence?”

Sure enough, one of the Deathclaw’s middle limbs (it had six in total) was trapped between a gap in the barricade, seemingly while attempting to cross through the compound to the forest on the far side. Steve picked up a datapad and started composing a note to have the gap repaired; Jamie’s death would not be in vain.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll get you out.”

Steven stopped writing.

Watching both through the window and the body camera feed, Steve watched as Jamie jabbed at the gap with the pole. The Deathclaw snarled, kicking backwards with one of its hind legs. Jamie, however was quick enough to dodge and patient enough to wait out the creature’s anger-driven attacks.

Eventually, Jamie managed to get the pole into the barricade gap. Then, after several long moments of physical strain, the makeshift lever forced the gap to widen. Sensing a chance for freedom, the Deathclaw lunged forward. It’s front appendages clawed at the ground, tearing huge gashes in the dirt - and with a final cry, it ripped its trapped limb free, staggered, then raced into the forest.

Through the feed, Steve heard Jamie let out a soft “Awww” before the body camera was deactived. Jamie returned to the office soon after.

“Man, that was crazy,” Jamie sighed.

“The Deathclaw will likely be shot and killed by one of the survey teams after it tries to eat them.” Perhaps the human Jamie hadn’t realized this?

“Oh, I know.” Jamie lingered by the window, staring out for a moment. “But it was the right things to do. Everyone deserves a fighting chance.”

Being The Youngest Avenger Would include...

- Practically being adopted by the avengers

- Peter teasing you and using the “You have to listen to me cause I’m older” excuse

- Even though he’s only 3 months older

- Baby Monitor Protocol

- Thor not knowing how to bond or deal with a teenage girl, but wants to be the “cool uncle.”

- Thor: “Ah, young Y/N, come and share a drink with me! Let us bond!”

- Tony: “Thor, she’s 15.”

- Natasha training you on how to fight

- Bruce getting mad at Natasha cause he was supposed to teach you stuff in the lab

- Clint also getting mad cause he wanted to teach you how to shoot

- Tony: “Vision, it’s your turn to watch Y/N.”

- Y/N: “I don’t need a babysitter, Tony”

- Your safety is the Avenger’s number one priority

- Tony having to be the “strict dad”

- Going to Wanda with all of your drama and girl problems

- Cap trying to help as well and just ends up giving really bad advice

- Tony never letting you go on missions even though you’re ready

- Y/N: “But Tony, I can help! Nat has been teaching me how to fight”

- Tony: “No, you’re not ready, this mission is too dangerous!”

- Sneaking on to the jet any way

- Getting a 2 hour lecture from Tony right after the mission

- Cap: “She did kick ass Though”

- Tony: “Shut it, star-spangled dumbass”

- Playing pranks on everyone with Peter

- Especially Vision

- And Bucky

- Being the daughter Tony never had

- Cap: “She’s a teenage girl Tony, you can’t baby her forever.”

- Tony: “I’ve lost too many people I care about, Rodgers. I’m not losing her as well.”

- Tony eventually realizing you’re not a helpless little kid anymore

- Making the Avengers have movie nights every Saturday

- Accidentally falling asleep on Peter halfway through the 3rd movie

- Peter: “Uh, Mr. Stark, what do I do?”

- Tony: “Seems like your problem kid.”

- Peter ending up falling asleep on the couch with you because he was too scared to move and wake you up.

- Failing at sneaking out to go to a party because of Tony’s security

- Clint helping you sneak out next time because he claims he “Gets what being a teen girl is like

- Both of you getting yelled at by Tony the next morning

- Fathers day cards and presents for Tony, Steve, Bruce, Clint, Bucky, Vision and Thor

- Wanda and Natasha being more like sisters than a mother figure

- One time Tony caught you crying in your room because of a boy and freaked cause he didn’t know what to do

- Tony assembled the Avengers for help

- Only Nat, Wanda, and oddly enough Peter knew how to help

- Naturally becoming best friends with Peter

- And Bucky

- Constantly sassing the Avengers

- Non of them can keep up with your comebacks

- Banner gets super butthurt about it

- Knowing that no matter what all of the Avengers will have your back and only want the best for you

Via Bob Lefsetz’s Newsletter (it comes through email but may get posted to lefsetz.com/Wordpress eventually)

————————————

Richard told me it was an UNDERPLAY!

I sauntered into the Palladium expecting attendance to be sparse and the people who were there to be kids. But the place was packed and those in attendance were way past puberty, not that there was not screaming involved, but average age was 19 or 20, what was happening here, weren’t teen phenoms supposed to be time-stamped, to have their era and then be done, like the Cassidy brothers, Bobby Sherman and New Kids On The Block?

But no, Niall Horan has a #2 record, soon to be #1, how did this happen?

The audience is in control. That’s what Barnett told me. Used to be radio was the arbiter. But now the public gets a voice. Turns out they’re still into 1D. And those streaming numbers force the hand of radio and other old line gatekeepers.

Not that the starmaker machinery is not involved.

That’s what people don’t buy, the same ones paying attention to the press and the scuttlebutt. Saying major labels are over, you can make it on your own and streaming is the devil. Did you read today’s RIAA report? Revenue is up 17%! A far cry from the last decade when it was all doom and gloom, and paid on demand streaming is 43% of the total, far outnumbering downloads and physical.

The future’s so bright you gotta wear shades.

So Richard and Harry allowed Niall to make the record he wanted to. Which is a backlash against the overbearing label shenanigans the Mottola era inaugurated, never mind the reign of Clive Davis. The team was established and the record was recorded but they did argue about the single, which took 17 mixes to get right, because today it is all about the single, and if it’s not right you’re screwed.

And then Niall went around the world twice promoting himself and his new music. They told me he was good at it, remembered names, and I took this with a grain of salt until I was on the stairs after the show and he said “Hi Bob.” Hell, there are musicians I’ve known for decades who make like they don’t know me, ones I’ve written superlative stuff about, but this guy I met in passing as part of a group remembers me? I didn’t believe it. I thought he was prompted. But no, Niall just told me Richard had mentioned that I was gonna be there last night.

Whew!

People want to work with nice people. Talent isn’t enough.

And you work harder than a financial wizard, with a hell of a lot more jet lag. Niall shrugged when I queried whether he was burned out, he said he’d been around the globe seven times so far, hell, he just celebrated his 24th birthday in Japan! Staying up all night drinking until the English football came on.

When he’s not playing golf, that’s how he blows off steam. When he’s unavailable on the links.

And the label meshed with management and worked radio and the usual suspects, it’s a juggernaut, I tell you!

And now is where you pooh-pooh the whole damn thing, saying the music sucks, but the truth is Niall’s solo work is closer to Neil Young than Nas, and it ain’t just kiddie ditties, it’s more…rock and roll. With melody.

Yup, young people are gonna save this world. Everything old is new again. Niall loves the Eagles, and you may hate them, but the Eagles had superb songwriting skills, with melodies and choruses, and so does Niall. Not making a direct comparison, it’s just that what goes for rock today is oftentimes too self-referential, such a reaction to what once was that you can’t understand it unless you’re deep in the rabbit hole. Put on Niall’s new album at a dinner party and everybody will enjoy it. Songs with meaning you can sing along with, what a concept!

And right now Spotify is dominated by hip-hop. Because those were the early adopters. And as you can see the joke is on the pooh-poohers, because it’s streaming that’s driving revenue. Will other genres make an impact?

That’s an interesting question.

Hip-hop has culture, never underestimate the story.

But Niall has 1D story.

And those fans know every word and sing along.

And come in droves.

There’ll be a shed tour next year, but demand far outstrips that. But if you want credibility, you’ve got to act in a credible way.

Think about this, as you were glued to the past streaming won.

Now, youngsters not burdened by your baggage are gonna reinvent the business with the building blocks of your youth and succeed.

What’s the problem?

THERE IS NONE!

trick shot (m.)

;pairing — jimin/reader

;warnings — heavy drinking | cursing | oral sex | jimin being sleazy | hoseok being an asshole | lots of pool references | just adult things

;summary — jimin’s the bartender, you’re the billiard hotshot who frequents his bar and challenges him to a clean game of 9-ball after hours. “see if you can make this shot with my hand down your pants” au

;word count — 8k

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Originally posted by natpekis

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 7,501 (ok kinda sorry)

Warnings: angst!, a tiny bit of violence, swear words, alcohol

Summary: Being Bucky’s best friend (after Steve of course) gets a lot of perks - but being in love with him WHILE being his best friend means that your adoration must be kept a secret. That also means you have to silently endure every single encounter with women he has whether he tells you or you see it for yourself.

A/N: So this one shot is based on the Amy Shark song “Adore You” (she speaks to me on so many levels!) and I just really wanted a Bucky fic for it because he’d be absolutely clueless to someone adoring him like this…I also kind of skipped over the “oh look at him I’m in love with him” fluffy stuff and I just focused on the couple of days leading up to the point reader can’t take it anymore. I like the angst - it fuels me *evil laugh*

Y/F/I = Your First Initial


I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm

I’m just gonna walk home kicking stones at parked cars

But I had a great night ‘cause you kept rubbing against my arm

I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm


You hugged Wanda and Nat, giving small waves to the boys, before turning to Bucky. 

“Hey B, I’m going to head back to the tower. The mission took a bigger toll on me than I thought.” You made a show of rubbing your neck, hoping the sadness in your eyes would be mistaken for exhaustion.

Bucky turned away from the young, curvy brunette tucked under his arm, his smile fading as his eyes scanned over you with concern. He didn’t move away from her, nor did you move any closer, instead you gripped the strap of your bag hard, until your knuckles were white, in an effort to ignore the pain radiating through your chest.

“Are you sure? Did you want me to come with you?”

You gave serious thought to saying yes, knowing he’d probably give the woman a kiss and get her phone number before following you out of the bar, talking your ear off about how she was this and that. All the while, you would be fighting the anger and nausea bubbling up your throat, fighting back the urge to scream at him to shut up about her and every other woman, just fighting to keep your face neutral as you listened to the love of your life pine after any and every other woman but you.

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Breaking the Rules - part 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,205

Warnings: The usual + Angst

A/N: I’m spamming you guys with fics lol sorry. Also please, don’t let this series flop, I beg you! Alright, I’ll stop whining now. Enjoy :)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by lowkeysebastianstan

You woke up from your nap and stretched your arms over your head since there was no one sitting next to you. The book Bucky asked ordered you to read was on the empty seat next to yours. With a heavy sigh, you picked it up, threw it in your travel bag and left.

Bucky was waiting for you on the platform, his foot tapping impatiently. The next couple of days were going to be the longest of your life.

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anonymous asked:

hkjfkndzx I really liked the enemies to lovers one !!!!!! can we get on for yoongi ?

  • you work at a coffee shop that’s pretty popular and tbh you’re a good barista,,,,,,like you’re nice and you wish everyone a great day,,,,,but you do have ONE pet peeve 
  • and that pet peeve is people who talk on the phone while they’re ordering,,,,,just because,,,,,,,it’s rude
  • like how are you supposed to catch their order in between a bunch of conversation that has nothing to do with you???
  • but thankfully, most people either put the phone down or excuse themselves from the line if they have a call
  • except,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,min yoongi
  • the first time he stopped by the cafe he was mumbling low into his phone, telling someone named hoseok that he didn’t know where jungkook was - he wasn’t his dad
  • and you’d been like ok,,,that sounds kinda serious a missing friend so you thought he’d just step to the side
  • BUT ,,,,,, he  didn’t
  • he stood there taking before glancing up at you with the most apathetic look in his eyes and going “well, aren’t you going to ask me what i want?”
  • you’d sort of stuttered in response because,,,,,what?
  • but snapping out of it you picked up a cup and went “what will you have?”
  • but,,,,,he’d just went back to whispering on his phone and if it weren’t for your boss standing five feet away at the latte machine you might have crushed the cup in your hand out of frustration
  • long story short he’d given you a bleak ‘iced whatever but not vanilla’ and you’d grumbled to yourself that that wasn’t an order
  • but the line was getting long and begrudgingly you just caved and said “ok, your name?”
  • “yoongi.”
  • with that he’d stepped to the side and you,,,,,,holding the sharpie marker in your hand began to write ‘y-,,,,,,,,yoongus’
  • and you didn’t know WHY you wrote something that ridiculous. but you did
  • but it looked like he never noticed because the next day you saw him again,,,,,,,texting this time and saying iced whatever and you,,,,,,,couldn’t stop yourself at this point
  • for the next two weeks it was just you misspelling his name every way possible; “moongi, yongs, yams, yoonlee, yahoo, yuckngi, yesterday, goongi, yoyo, etc”
  • and him either not caring or not noticing because he’d come in,,,,,,and even when the other barista would call out ‘yams’ he’d be like ‘mine’ and leave
  • not sparring ONE glance back at you
  • until,,,,,,one day he came in and to your shock,,,,,,he wasn’t on his phone
  • instead he’d strolled up to the counter 20min before closing and you’d sighed getting your sharpie ready to write something that definitely wasn’t yoongi
  • when he motioned to the cup and was like “get it right this time.”
  • crinkling your nose you murmured that oh,,,,he finally noticed
  • and yoongi, without looking at you went “of course i did, here im going to spell it to you get ready”
  • biting back the urge to tell him that you very well knew how to spell his freaking name you waited
  • until yoongi’s eyes dropped from the menu and met yours,,,,,a small smile on his face
  • (that you had to admit was cuter than you expected it to be,,,,,,,,,,,anyway)
  • and he repeats a list of numbers and you’re like ???? is this some kind of joke because of how ive kept misspelling ur name????? are u giving me your name in some kind of scientific code?????
  • yoongi shakes his head at your expression and goes “it’s my number.”
  • shocked,,,,,,you feel the sharpie fall out of your hand and you’re like “w-why your number????” 
  • yoongi tilts his head and goes “only people im dating can call me yongs, yams, or yahoo.”
  • and with that he turns to leave but stops at the door and goes “this place closes in five right, ill wait and we can go get dinner together - on me.”
  • and as you watch the door close behind him,,,,,you blink and feel your heart speed up in your chest and you’re like no no no i cant like him he’s,,,,he’s,,,,,,,,
  • but also,,,after your shift you see him,,,, leaning against the side of the building,,,,,and your heart speeds up again and ok dammit u might just wanna see where this goes,,,,,,with yongs- i mean yoongi 

Working through college had never been Bitty’s ideal situation, but it was the price he had to pay for choosing an out-of-state school, he supposed. Thankfully, between Samwell’s generous grants and his work-study allowance, he could scrape by at the pricey university without too much help from his parents. Even more thankfully, he’d managed to score a great job in a campus cafe in his freshman year. Sadly, his sophomore year didn’t work out quite so nicely. The cafe couldn’t manage to work around his schedule as well as it had the previous year, so Bitty was stuck scrambling desperately for a job at the start of the semester. He couldn’t be too upset about ending up working in the library’s main computer lab.

Overall, he didn’t mind it too much. The bulk of his job was just to remind people not to eat or drink too close to the computers and to occasionally go around and log out of any idling, unmanned computers. Otherwise, he was left to do homework (read: scroll through Twitter) at the front desk. He was doing just that, French textbook open in front of him and phone resting on top so he could use it one-handed, when someone cleared their throat above him. His startled jerk was enough to knock his phone into the floor, and he was thoroughly embarrassed by the time he grabbed it up and gave his attention to the man at the desk.

The guy looked familiar in the same way that most students around the small campus looked familiar and so obviously unknown to him. He was tall, with dark hair flopping over his forehead and a surly enough look on his face to drain the blush right out of Bitty’s cheeks. Still, Bitty managed to offer him an only slightly shaky smile. “Hi, sorry about that! I promise I’m not usually so jumpy, Lord. God knows what’s gotten into me. What can I do for you?”

“I, euh…” Maybe Bitty was imagining it, but he could have sworn the guy’s cheeks turned a little rosy. “I was wondering which printer to use?”

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Accidentally Exposed - Josh Dun Smut

A/N: Thank’s for 500, here’s a long ass Josh Dun smut to celebrate.

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Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Smutty smut

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Blood, nudes, sex, the fun stuff

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Originally posted by jcsephsdun

“I understand,” you say through gritted teeth. “Thank you for the consideration.” 

You push the end button and throw your phone onto the carpet of your apartment frustratedly, wanting to scream but also crawl under the covers and cry your eyes out.

You were a newly graduated student from a photography college and had big dreams to have your own photography company, but that wasn’t going so well to say the least. Right out of college, you moved straight to the heart of California, hoping to land as much as an internship with a company. Your resume was online and on many websites, but you barely got offered jobs, to which you weren’t even interested in. And when you applied to companies, you were rejected. Since you had to pay the bills, you had landed a job as a bartender, earning less than minimum wage to pay for your rent. You were past the state of angry and sad. You were loosing hope and money at rapid pace. 

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Quote 14: “Great, what did you bring home this time?” for @aconsultinghobbitinthetardis and @johnlockismyreligion

I wanted John to be the one who brought home some unwanted stuff instead of the usual “Sherlock has brought home a dead (insert species)’s head” XDD

Hope you don’t mind:)

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