i hope this dress is for practice only

Like a Princess » Jung Jaehyun


summary: “could I request a Jaehyun scenario where you are best friends and you like him, but you think he doesn’t like you because you’re on the bigger side. You have a lot of insecurities about your body, and Jaehyun sees that. He ends up liking you and tells you that you’re perfect the way you are.”
words: 1824
category: jaehyun x chubby!reader, angst, fluff
a/n: literally i need to write more chubby!reader scenarios bc they’re always so cute and i’ve only written like two i need more

Originally posted by neotechs


You sighed, staring at the piece of paper you had just pulled out of the mailbox. It was finally here, the dreaded invitation that you had been hoping would never come.

Your sister was getting married, and she wanted you to be the maid of honor. That was nice of her, of course, if only you didn’t have to wear a dress. Being maid of honor drew another concern, which was that you would have to stand up on the podium during the entire ceremony, practically begging to be ridiculed.

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What Now?

It’s not edited but I managed to whip it up real quick in school. I’m so sorry it’s terrible but I’m still trying to deal with things at home.

I’ll try to update as frequent as possible.

Originally posted by logan-and-stuff

Justin’s POV

Loud and relieving. That’s how I would describe the sigh that emitted just mere seconds ago from my own two lips. For what felt like no less then a few days ago, I was once again just absolutely drained. 

It had been a long, long day down on the purpose tour today. Lots of yelling and demands being thrown left and right. People stressing over minor issues that only seemed to blow up and bite us right in the ass later - I was beginning to fall behind, having trouble keeping up, having only got 4 hours of sleep the night before. 

 And above everything - the busy schedule and having only gotten back to the hotel less then 20 minutes ago - I had barely gotten any time with Y/N. 

I knew for a fact she was busy herself though. Today was a rather hectic day if you asked anyone. But it felt a little weird. Slightly wrong in a sense. The two of us had been by each other’s side for the past 16 years. Yes. 16 years. And not seeing her had taken a tole. 

I felt absolutely miserable throughout the day. Having no one who’d make me laugh when I was down or whip me back into shape when I was pissed. I’d known for a fact she was busy down helping Karla with the merch store - setting up for the show and all - but knowing that she was literally only right outside the walls I was setting up in, and wasn’t hanging out with her felt weird.You’d never find a pair of best friends as close as we were. 

Although I did get a few minutes with her earlier on, I kind of wish I hadn’t had that time to spend with the girl. Recently, we’d been having a little bit of a … challenge. A ‘war’ if you must. 

Y/n and I had taken it upon ourselves to push each other to the absolute limit, and see how far we’d get in a teasing match. Yes, you heard right. At the most random, inappropriate part of our day, one of us would just prance in and practically start grinding all over the other, right until breaking point - then leave. 

It had been an oncoming thing and let me tell you, it’s become a bit of a menace and has definitely placed us in some bad situations. Including today. When Y/N and I had miraculously found just a few minutes to spare.

We’d met in my dressing room, me having only 10 minutes till I was set to perform and I was little shaky. 

Palms sweaty, head hot and shaky hands, I parading around the room, breathing in and out in hopes to clear of my pre-stage nerves. Y/n, who’d been in the room no less then 2 minutes, finally peered up from the box of merch she was frantically folding with a high eyebrow. 

“You okay?” She questioned, her tone seeping with curiosity. The suddenty of her voice had my whole body pausing and twisting back to glance at her attractive form. 

“Me? Yeah fine. Just a little jittery.” I sighed. 

Though Y/n shrugged, more then likely knowing how I’d get before a show. It was common. “Don’t worry Jay you’ll kill it. You always do.” 

Her words had a small and grateful smile peering across my lips, head tilting slightly as I smirked down on her, my actions had her blushing in an instant.

“Thanks Y/N.” I chuckled. 

“All good.” She replied, suddenly jolting to her feet with a sly jump. 

I watched in an anticipation as she took small and timid step towards me, repeating this with a little more confidence each time. 

“Besides.” She hummed, licking her lips. It was almost impossible To miss the seductive tone hidden behind the amusement. “That what I’m here for. To calm your nerves.” 

It took not even a second to realise where this was headed, and I was more then ready to shut it down with no hesitation. But In an a mere instant, she was right in front of me body, leant against a wall, trapped right between her. 

“Y/n.” I warned. But she took no warning from my tone. 

“How would you like it, if I did … this?” A sudden strained pleasure was felt throughout my lower region as she palmed her hand against me. 

Oh lord, I was already feeling myself grow against her. “Or this?” And in an instant, her hand was inside and trailing low in my shorts. I slumped back in anticipation, biting hard against my bottom lip as she rubbed against my hard on, growing tall in her hand. It scared me how quick she could get me hard, she was my best friend. I shouldn’t be hard at all. 

“You like that huh?” She smirked, leaning forward to latch her lips onto my neck. No response was heard from me, having no ability to talk, though a muffled grunt of satisfaction was all the response she needed. 

A throaty chuckle was felt against my skin, her body leaning forward to grind against my own, a finger hooked around the waistband of my shorts, slowly tugging the material down, all until, everything, her touch, her body, her heat and just her presence in general was gone in a flash.

My eyes peeled open, a pout playing against my lips as I spot her swaying hips as she walked a mere 5 meters away. She was headed straight for the door, a smirk of satisfaction seen as she spun around to wink in my direction, before she was gone. 

I blinked, trying to process the whole entirety of the situation that I had stupidly enough fallen at the hands for. Glancing down at the issue she had caused below. That’s little bitch just pulled a teasing move on our war minutes before I was to reveal myself in front of thousands of people. 

 And she had gotten me hard enough to a point I couldn’t even hide it. It was just that noticeable. Maybe if I was quick I coul- 

 “You’re in two Bieber! Positions!” Scooters voice was heard down the hall. 

Just great. 

Let’s just say the paparazzi got a good enough headline to use for the next week or so. 

This war between us had gone on long enough. It was beginning to hinder our daily lives but none of us had made any move to end it. It had gotten to a point where we were plotting our schemes. 

Which had me thinking, what was she doing now? 

She was only in the room right next to mine, having been forced by scooter to get our own hotel rooms this time round considering when we’re together we tend to make a lot of noise. 

 Not like that. We’re just rather loud and hyper together. I hadn’t heard from the girl since we’d arrived back home from the show tonight, having seen her walk right into her room and not another noise since. 

She did look exhausted today, and I did feel her pain. But I just couldn’t help the way my legs carried me over towards the wall separating our hotel rooms when my curiosity had taken the best of me. 

 My ear, now pressed against the thin layer of drywall, listening intently for anything, but coming up empty handed. I heard nothing at all, which only encouraged me to press my head up against the concrete further. 

That’s when sudden, panty breaths were heard, moans of pleasure and slight need sounding through the material. 

In an instant I leant back, eyes wide as I processed the sound, but was quickly found pressing my ear back against the wall. 

Continuous moans and breaths were heard, puffs of air quick and breathy. She wasn’t-… was she? 

Even if she was. This was wrong. It wasn’t my business when she felt the need to pleasure herself and I couldn’t say anything on the matter. Most adults did it. Besides it- 

“Justin.” A moan had me jumping far from the wall in a hurry, face red as heat raise against the skin. Had I? Did she? Oh my lord was she thinking about me?

Had I heard wrong, or was Y/N pleasuring herself with me in mind? 

I hadn’t even let the thought process in my mind before I was found slumping against my bed in a trance. What If she really was? Where would that place our relationship? 

We were best friends and I mean sure she was attractive, but did I really wanna go down that path? 

You kinda already did when this whole war started. Oh lord shut up conscious! 

But why was it so right? 

Yet another sigh was emitted from my mouth as I dwelled upon the matter. 

No Justin I shouldn’t think about this at all. This wasn’t my business. If y/n wanted to say anything about our relationship she would, and she hasn’t, so I wasn’t going to say anything either. 

Though my body seemed to be having different ideas, for I was soon found making my way over to her hotel room. Not even bothering to knock on the door I was found barging through with a head full of thoughts ready to spill, and as I opened my mouth to begin my rant - it was then I caught sight of a sleeping Y/N. 

She lay in a cold sweat, face distraught and twisted in conflict. The poor girl looked terrified. And in that moment I hadn’t known if she was dreaming up something dirty or scary. 

Either way, an idea was suddenly appearing in my head, a way to use this situation to my own advantage. It’s revenge time Y/N.

Quickly and quietly, I managed to slip past the door, and shut it without issues. Y/N’s whimpers and pleas were slowly becoming less audible, though I still found myself trailing over to her bedside.

The girl appeared just as fraught as she sounded yet I climbed up and crawled over her body. The sudden pressure on the bed around her, dipping her petite frame in all different directions had Y/N stirring ever the slightest in her sleep.

But as quick as it began, was as quick as she calmed. And at this point, I was smirking in triumph between her legs. Slowly edging down lower and lower, right until my head was aligned with her sex.

She sport nothing but a pair of material shorts amongst her legs, a tank supporting her torso, though no bra was seen. Her perky nipples lay in display for my eyes and I could practically feel myself growing at the sight.

Though I brushed the feeling and slowly began sliding down the material shorts in hopes to not disturb her slumber, which surprisingly enough was a success.

With a smirk on my face, I placed each hand under her thighs, lifting her knees up for better access, subconsciously caressing the skin. Unbeknownst to myself, I hadn’t realised the effect that left on her, and the feeling of goose bumps beneath my fingers left me giddy. 

Y/N’s breath gradually began to fall shallow the closer I grew to her sex, and it wasn’t until I pushed her panties to the side that she suddenly fell breathless. 

That was it, I was done teasing the girl. But I couldn’t seem to pull away. And without warning, against my judgment I suddenly dug my face straight into her thighs, tongue darting out until I was practically making love to her pussy.

That’s when Y/N shot up, face panicked and skin pale, but overall, her eyes held lust. It was visible the way her face fell shocked and disapproving when she spot me between her thighs, but the second I glanced up at her from her pussy, she was falling slump and gripping my hair.

“Ugh.” She moaned. “J-Justin.”

My body reacted to the pleasure she made audible, eyes rolling back and dick hardening just the slightest bit more. I moved my mouth along her sex, sucking her clit harshly in my mouth.

Y/N’s body shook a few times in her position, biting hard on her bottom lip. Eyes diverting from the ceiling to my own as I stared up at her face. Our eyes connected and help eachothers gaze for just a second, until she quickly shot her head up again, focusing back on anything but me.

I frowned at the action, knowing well this was a little awkward for the both of us, but I just couldn’t help myself. Though I managed to ignore the thought and this time, began to quickly flick my tongue up and down her clit.

I could see by the way Y/N’s face twisted in agonising strain how hard she was trying to control her moans, her eyes dancing around the room slightly but constantly trying to keep them away from my gaze. 

Suddenly catching her off guard, I slipped my fingers past her pussy and into her without warning, her body jerking at the sudden feeling. 

“Fuck. Shit!” She practically yelled. “I’m a-almost there - Fuck bab- I mean, Justin.” 

I chuckled slightly against her pussy, continuously pumping my fingers as she clenched around me. And I guess the vibrations had sent her over the edge since before I knew it, her body was shaking against my face with pleasure. 

I managed to glance up with my face still dug firmly between her thighs, spotting her face twisted with pleasure and furrowed eyebrows, eyes squinted harshly and lip tightly dug between her teeth with little wrinkles upon her forehead. 

My heart cleched, just like her pussy at the sight. She was so cute. And that sentence was really dirty. 

I swallowed the last of her arousal and moved my mouth away her now sensitive clit with a smirk.

I smiled up at Y/N, noticing a thin beam of sweat across her forehead and relief set upon her face. Climbing up against her now bare legs, I managed to flip her over and lay beneath her, with her legs straddling my torso. 

“Your so tight.” I cooed. “I loved seeing your face when you came. You were so hot.” 

Her cheeks heat up at the compliments I whispered into her ear, but overall she pulled back with confusion.

“Justin?” She questioned. I hummed. “What does this mean?”

Thats when my body froze. 

What does this mean? I wasn’t sure If I had feelings for and overall she was my best friend. But oddly enough, It didn’t feel wrong. 

“I honestly don’t know.” I answered.

With a sigh, she leant forward and dug her head into my chest, breathing out in doubt, her mind probably swimming with a thousand thoughts, as well as my own.

But besides the silence, I managed to ask. “So what now?”

Y/N shot up, eyes showing a glint of amusement. “Round two?” 

And with no hesitation I nodded. “Round two.” Then began to remove my shorts.


Its bad I know. But it’s something right?

I’ll try and get to requests soon.

anonymous asked:

I know this sounds really vague but can you name a few special details that only happen once / performed by only one actor / actress? like the third kiss of Thomas Schulze and Maike Switzer, or an one-of-a-kind cadenza.

Oh, it’s not vague, but there’s quite a lot that can count as things performed only by one actor or were one-offs.

For the latter, look to the final matinee or evening performances of a production or actor. For example:

  • The last performance of the Vienna performance had balloons tied to the monkey girl’s tail and M. Reyer ad-libbing the line, “Once again, for the 1364th time” (the production had 1364 performances)
  • The last performance of the original Hamburg production placed sunglasses on the three skulls in the auction and some extended cadenzas in Il Muto, as well as a medley of ‘Think of Me’ and ‘Music of the Night’ after curtain calls
  • The last performance of the Stuttgart production the third kiss, and Raoul saying “Mamma Mia!” at the end of ‘Little Lotte’ (a funny reaction to Christine, but also referencing the show that would replace Phantom in that theater)
  • Dale Kristien had spent her performances gradually extending her ‘Think of Me’ cadenza, until by her last few shows it sounded like this
  • The last performance of the Polish production had this very extended cadenza in ‘Think of Me’
  • Gina Beck gave an extended cadenza in ‘Think of Me’ for her second-to-last performance

As for other unique things, you can read long lists of unique or otherwise favorite things from Il Muto‘Point of No Return’, and the ‘Final Lair’. Some other things I found unique or which I’ve only see one or two actors do:

And there’s far, far more out there…

I hope you fall in love with dance.
I hope you fall in love so hard that it fills all of the dark places in your soul
With so much light.
That you find a sudden strength that gives you the power to fight
Through difficult times.

When we were young we were dazzled by these unreachable champions.
They wore beautiful dresses and they flew like birds across the stage.
We never could see the hours of practice and injuries at that age.
We only saw power and grace perfected.

There was so much love in that young, pigeoned toed dancer’s heart.
All she wanted to do was learn how to fly too.
How to learn to be a musician with her feet.
Creating rhythms that feel like a heart beat.
It was that little girl’s everything
Always keeping her awake at night with dreams.

And now she is older, she is you.
Standing before a mirror and not sure on what to do.
You’re tired and it feels like those dreams seemed to slip away
You can’t pin point when or what day
But somehow they did.
And you’re starting to feel undone.
As if failure has won.

But hope is not lost.
I hope the missing puzzle piece hits you one day,
When you finish that move you have been working months on.
When you finally get it and the pride comes rushing in.
When you finally win that 1st.
Let it all rush in and never let it go.

I hope you fall head over heels for dance once more.
Eager to walk through the studio’s doors
And make yourself into exactly who that little girl knew you could be.
Because you can.

I hope you fall so in love that it becomes the reason you breathe.
That it fills you with so much fulfillment and happiness,
That the blisters and bruises just don’t matter.
Because you proved that you could do it.

I hope that all of that love and passion pays off.
That one day, you will get that recall. That you might find yourself on that podium. Or whatever goal you dreamed of at night, while you ran through your steps in your head.
Right before bed,
Every night you saw yourself in that place.

I hope it becomes more than just a dream.
Because you have it in you.
I know you do.
The little girl knows you do.
Do you?

Diamond in the Rough | 02

Summary: When you first meet Jeon Jungkook, business heir of Busan, you refuse to let things escalate to more than being friends. But you can’t help it when you fall for him, when you let yourself imagine a future with him by your side. Until the bliss comes crashing down when Jungkook reminds you that you, a worthless Daegu girl, can never be good enough for him, and the low that follows the high of loving him is worse than anything you could have imagined.
Word Count: 14.2k
Genre: angst
A/N: thank you guys for waiting! <3 and I hope you enjoy it!

Part 1

“I still can’t believe you’re leaving.”

“Yeah, well. Believe it, kid.”

“Kid,” you snort, untying your work shoes and kicking them into the corner of your room to be dealt with later. No classes and no work tomorrow meant sleeping in, and you couldn’t be more relieved. “You’re only three years older than me.”

“Still older,” Hoseok grins. He’s lying on your bed, his head and half of his upper body hanging off the mattress, still dressed in his sweaty clothes from dance practice, but you’re too exhausted to call him out on it. You weren’t sure when he’d gotten here, but Hana was already asleep when you got home, and Hoseok had been napping, clearly forgetting all about a shower. “I keep telling you to call me oppa.”

“In your fucking dreams, Hoseok.”

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Clinging to This Hating Game 2/?

For the @prompt-a-klainefic blog’s 2017 Reverse Bang

Link to the art by @datshitrandom

the prompt:

Kurt and Blaine couldn’t stand each other in high school, maybe one was a jock/cheerleader and the other a nerd/glee clubber. Or they were bitter rivals for competition solos if they were both in glee club. Now they both live in NY and their friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they went to the same high school.

High School AU, Cheerio!Kurt, Jock!Blaine
Rating: Explicit
Warnings:  some bullying and homophobic language, teenage sex
Word Count: ~4500 (this chapter)

Happy Birthday!! and thanks to my superbeta @mshoneysucklepink. I think I rewrote this chapter 3 times so she had her work cut out for her.

Everything wonky is my fault.

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Chapter 2

Kurt almost didn’t think about it at all.

Senior year started in less than a week, and Cheerios practice had started the week before and he had plenty of things to think about instead. He did. He didn’t have time to waste on thoughts of fumbling hands and pretty eyes and orgasms shared with anyone. He didn’t.

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If you’re struggling like I am - Ch. 9

Summary: You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader, Jungkook X Noona

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27(final)

Chapter 9 - Heartbreak

Everything is a mess…

Word Count: 2275 (of 72622)

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Silver Silence Part 9

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count: 2,044

Warnings: Swearing as always

NOTES: feedback is really appreciated, sorry it took a while and sorry it’s a lot of information.

“Miss (y/n), Mr. stark requests your presence in the conference room immediately.”

A voice jerked you out of a blissful slumber, one filled with fantasies of how tonight’s date would go with Bucky. You groaned and rolled over, peering at the red screaming numbers of the clock.

7:13 am

“Tell him I’m on my way.” You mumbled back to the AI, luckily though he caught it and left you at peace. Your voice sounded slightly scratchy and robotic, as if static was clouding the used to be clear audio that was your man made voice.

You lazily stumbled out of bed, throwing on the nearest clean- or semi clean- shirt and pants and made your way down to the conference room.

When you arrived, all the avengers stood like a pack of wolves around a table, pointing angrily at different areas on an electronic map. It wasn’t long until tony noticed you, and spoke up, earning the attention of all other heroes. “Morning sleeping beauty.”

“Good morning.” You replied, but your voice had gone almost completely robotic, causing your hand to shoot up to your throat in worry. Everyone’s eyes were wide and concerned; all except Tony’s who simply smirked.

“Ah, I was afraid this would happen.” He pulled a small box, almost resembling an altiode tin out of his pocket and opened it, taking out a small chip. “Not to worry, iv thought of everything, as usual.”

He walked up to you and without warning, turned your head, moved your hair, and plunged the small square behind your ear.

“I created this little port back here for upgrades, that way surgery isn’t always necessary.”

He stepped back and motioned you to try it out.

“Thanks tony.” You tried, and it was clear, yet it seemed all eyes were still wide on you. “What?” you asked.

And that’s when you heard it, it wasn’t your voice, it was Tony’s, clear as day.

“Please don’t tell me this was your intention, when you said you updated her software.” Steve mumbled.

“Tony! What happened, did you give me your voice!” you shrieked.

“Calm down, calm down. No, although I’m sure you’d love that.” He hurriedly tried to explain. “Think of someone else; think of their voice, their tone.”

“What do you mean think of someone else?!” you yelled in frustration, and your sure if anyone closed their eyes they would think tony was having an argument with himself. “Why?!”

“Think of someone else, someone’s voice, just try it.” He pleaded.

You furrowed your brows but then began thinking of the first person that popped into your head. Unfortunately between your worry and anger that person was still Tony, and you had to force your mind to navigate to another individual.

Your mind went straight to Bucky, you wanted to pretend it was because he was staring at you from across the room, eyes turned in concern, but you knew it was because he was always on your mind.

He was like malice on cheap wallpaper, he was always there and his presence, his thought, his being clung to your mind. You concentrated on his voice, its low hum, its warm vibrancy, and you found yourself captivated.

You mumbled and stuttered until actual words formed, and luckily not a robotic, or stark tone.

“I swear to god if you don’t fix this-“you stopped abruptly. Your voice, it was exactly how you imagined it. It was Bucky’s voice, crystal clear, so much so that a few members of the team looked back at Bucky to be sure he hadn’t said anything. His eyes were wide and his face was drawn into an almost awe struck expression

“There you go!” tony cheered.

“Now what! I want to sound like me!”  The tone of your voice was still low, and you had to remind yourself that Bucky wasn’t actually saying anything.

“Just think about your normal voice it’s not that hard.”

You huffed and forced your thoughts on your own voice.

“why did you make it this way in the first place.” You questioned, surprised to find your voice in its normal tone.

“You lost your powers.” He sighed, and then quickly continued as your eyes narrowed. “- which was a good thing for your health and all, but it made you pretty useless on the field.”

“I was never on the field anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah I know, but I had always planned you to be, you’re a smart kid, I want you to be with us out there.” He paused and fished a small remote device out of his pocket, “here, this will hopefully help with all the controls, the thinking part is more of a last result.”

You took the remote from his hands, and peered down at the light up touch screen.

“What could I even do with this on the field?”

“Your new vocal cords allow you to copy anyone’s voice that you hear. This will be perfect paired with a little hand to hand combat training from Natasha.” He glanced at the red head, who glared at him, then back to you with a smirk. “you can talk to an opponent, get his vocal frequency, take him out, then easily talk through his comms.”

He looked damn proud of himself, only causing Steve’s annoyed expression to deepen.

“and what if that ‘opponent’ is speaking a different language.” Steve interjected.

“Oh!” he grabbed the device from your hands, and fiddled around with it after typing in four different security codes. “There, speak.”

You felt like a dog but did anyway.

“Jo të bisedoni me mua si im një qen.” You covered a hand over your mouth.  (“dont talk to me like a dog”)

“Kjo eshre ajo qe gjuha!?” (what language is that?!)

you where sure that no one could understand you, so its not as if questions was effective, that is until tony looked down, seeming to be reading something.

“uhhh- Albanian.” Tony stated.

“Ndryshoje ate perseri!” (change it back!)
he again looked down at the screen. scanned it and began typing.

“better?” he asked
“god i hope so.” you responded.
He handed you the device again, then began to walk out the door. only then did you notice to translate audio controls he was using.

“We’ll use you on our next mission, try to practice with it from now until then.” He was followed by Steve, Natasha, Thor and Wanda.

You stood there, glancing towards Bucky then back down at the screen in your hands.


That night you spent almost 4 hours picking out the right outfit. You finally settled on professional looking white blouse and black slacks. It was hard to except comfort in wearing a dress, especially for how fragile your body used to be, instead you decided you’d slowly work up to that.

After doing your makeup and hair, you went down to the common room and found Bucky waiting patiently on the couch, his body lined in kaki pants, and a navy blue dress shirt. When his eyes locked on you, he stood.

“Y-you, I uh…” he stuttered, “You look amazing.” You blushed as he then rubbed the back of his neck and quickly grabbed his gray blazer from the back of the couch. “Are you ready?”

You nodded meekly.

It was a funny thing, being so nervous around him, you’d kissed him before, talked to him plenty, and he took an unusually fast likening to you. But still you felt butterflies in your tummy and simultaneously  felt those butterflies flap their wings of fire to cause it to churn.

Nervous, yes that’s what you still are. The whole way there, clinging to Bucky’s arm, and the entire time you waited to be seated.

And then, you weren’t.

You were flying on cloud 9, staring into pools of ocean and laughing with the sound of liquid gold that poured from his mouth.

“You really broke 6 bones while trying to play tennis?” he chuckled.

“Yeah well I was an hyper child.” You replied, but then he stopped for a moment, thinking.

“(y/n)?” he asked softly, peering over the candle light as you pressed a glass of wine to your lips.


“What happened before Tony found you.”

You coughed; choking on your drink and feeling some pour down your chin, but quickly wiped it before it could touch your blouse.

“Sorry, I’m just curious, you don’t have to-“

“No, no. it’s alright Bucky.” You cleared your throat. “Id start at just before they took me in but it probably wouldn’t make any sense.”

“Start were ever you’d like”

You smiled.

“When I was little my dad was always a little… worried, about me.” You gulped. “More so then most parents, but out of anything I think in a way.. He was scared of me.”

“Scared of you?” Bucky questioned.

“My mom died, when I was born. But the doctors never knew why. And I think in a way he blamed himself… but even more he blamed me.”

You took a deep breath and let it out through your mouth.

“As I grew up, he started to notice my frail state. I broke bones so often a hospital room became like a second home, and as such my father spiraled down into debt.”

“So he did the only think he could think of.” You looked up at Bucky, his expression hard and concerned. “He put me up for adoption.”

“How… how old where you?”

“Ten.” You smiled. “Ten, and id already broken every bone in my body at least once.”

“I was an active kid, I loved sports, I loved dares, but when I was put into that home, I was on lock down. A couple times even in a padded cell.”

The waiter came to pick up menus, asking about choices and smiling sweetly at you. But Bucky didn’t remove his eyes from your face, he was frozen.

“Did you ever….” He trailed,

“No. I never got adopted. I was there from 10 to 18 and not once was I even allowed to be interviewed.”

You gave a humorless laugh.

“Defective, that’s what they’d call me. So I felt I needed to prove to them, and my father I could live on my own.”

“So I left, an 18 year old with no money, family or friends, and I got a job.”

This time you laughed, you laughed in good heart and watched Bucky smile softly at the sound.

’Terry’s seafood.’ I always smelled like tuna and grease. But I found a little apartment, and I lived, I lived and I didn’t break a single bone for 2 years.”

“What happened?”

You shook your head.

“The third year wasn’t bad. Minor injuries., the 4th and 5th was just bad relationships and insomnia but the 6th … I was in car crash, broke so many bones I was in the hospital for months, and when I got out… I was so far in debt, so lost in the pile of rent, that I couldn’t get back up.”

The food finally arrived, but being so engaged in the conversation, neither of you began to eat.

“The whole year before Tony found me was hell. I lost my job, my home, everything. It was like a nightmare, because I finally saw my dad in myself. Not even I could deal with me. I was so much baggage; I couldn’t even live with myself.

“And… the blast?” Bucky wondered. But he had the most heartbroken look on his face. One that he got when he wanted to say something but couldn’t. And you knew him well enough to know that it was probably something to contour your inner turmoil.

“I broke my leg.” You wiped a hand down your face. “I broke my leg, and I had no house, no job, and a mountain of debt, I couldn’t go to the hospital, but I also couldn’t walk, which means I couldn’t find food. So I was angry, I was livid. Why me. Why did I have to carry around this burden of glass skin, and then… I just kind of lost it.”

You poked around your plate with your fork.

“I didn’t mean to do so much damage Bucky… I really didn’t.” you mumbled.

“Well I’m glad you did.” He chuckled.


“Well… because we met.”

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Hands- Alex Galchenyuk

words: 730

A/N: again, isn’t edited and didn’t read over so I hope it doesn’t suck too bad!

“Y/n, it’s just a barbecue! You don’t have to get all dolled up for my idiot friends.” Alex was getting frustrated. You had been dating for six months already but with the busy hockey schedule, you hadn’t gotten a chance to meet many of his teammates. Today was the day. Gally, the only teammate you’d met before, was having a barbecue to celebrate the season and you were going along. You were nervous and you were only getting dolled up in case the other wags did. Wouldn’t want to look like a hot mess in front of, practically, super models.

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Give ‘Em Hell

Character: Fred Weasley


A/N: Hope you enjoy! Sorry it took so long, but I finally got time to finish it! I enjoyed this, especially being a Ravenclaw myself ;)

Originally posted by jesimahcah

You sat on a long bench in the Quidditch locker room, dressed in practice robes and your leg was shaking. You were nervous but excited; not sure what to expect. A book on the history of Quidditch was bouncing in your lap and your eyes darted around the room, looking at the other people calm and talking. Were you the only one anxious about the tryouts? It seemed like it.

             You had gotten into Quidditch three years prior, in your 2rd year. It was when you finally understood what was going on and you loved the fast pace and technique that went along with it. Every play looked to graceful, shooting across the field and performing the plays they had put together during their practices. You tried out your 3rd year, but were complete rubbish. So for the next couple of summers, your father took you out and you practiced and gained the skills of a Chaser. Now, in your 5th year, you had the confidence to re-try-out for your house team: Ravenclaw.

             You opened the book in your lap to a random page. You had read the book so many times, you practically had it memorized, but you had hoped the reading would calm your nerves. You only got a few pages in before the captain of the team, Rosetta, called everyone out. You set the book down next to your stuff, grabbed your broom, and hurried out behind everyone else. “Alright, everyone. I want you to get into groups, depending on what you’re trying out for. There can be no one trying out for multiple positions, pick one and done, got it? Go.”

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wonder woman is legit one of the best movies i’ve ever seen

seriously, it was worth every single cent and more. i literally can’t critique it. i couldn’t if i tried. literally everything about it was everything i never knew i needed out of superhero films and four hours later i still can’t stop talking about it and i think my sister’s gonna kill me.

some very high points/reasons why everybody and their mother should go see it:

  • the first twenty minutes or so with the amazons. okay, so i legit teared up in a lot of their scenes (especially the training scenes and the fight on the beach) just because it was so amazing to see women doing this, for them to be powerful like this. also it was amazing for them not to be sexualised, for not all of them to be young or to have flawless skin, and for the glimpses of diversity in colour and body type.
  • also bby!Diana was adorable <33333
  • there were quite a few traditional gender specific tropes that were flipped quite nicely as well. like i didn’t feel like Diana was ever the subject of the male gaze but the scene with Steve in the bath was literally your stereotypical accidental naked scene that most female characters get put into with the gender flipped. it was nice to see (Chris Pine’s abs were also nice to see)
  • also Steve Trevor? like he’s such a good, well-rounded character? and his relationship with Diana is so cute? there was such a potential for him to have been another rendition of the kinda misogynistic jerkass but he never is? he believes in Diana the entire time. even though he might not always think she’s doing what’s best he never actually doubts her. anD THAT LINE AT THE END “i can save today, you can save the world” NO THANKS I DIDN’T NEED MY HEART
  • i fully expected int that scene at No Man’s Land when they said that no man has ever crossed it for Diana to just go “I am no man.” 
  • also representation? main people include a moroccan and a native american and they actually bother to acknowledge racism and the fact that the British (the “good guys” no less) have done shitty things
  • oh yeah and Diana is totally bi. please. 
  • on that topic, really appreciate how they did the scene with Diana and Steve talking about sex. that could have gone very wrong so easily with Diana being all naive but instead they went nah and please Steve, she’s experienced. 
  • since i just noticed i haven’t actually talked about it, let me talk about our lord and saviour Diana Prince. not only is she a badass female superhero but she also doesn’t shirk from femininity. her being a warrior doesn’t take away from her being a woman. she never rejects wearing dresses (outside of practicality reasons), she still coos at babies, she dances. all too often being a character as powerful as Wonder Woman comes at the cost of being a woman. this never happens here. i also love that unlike so many of DC’s other superheroes (*coughcoughBatmancoughcough*), she sees so much hope in the world. her whole thing throughout the movie is that it must be a god that are causing men to be corrupted and when she discovers that things aren’t so black and white she doesn’t throw in her shield and give up on mankind. she sees that there can be good there too and she chooses to continue to protect mankind. also let it be said that there was nothing in this movie that diana did that she didn’t specifically want to do. seriously. everything was her choice. she literally said that Steve, for all his good intentions, could not tell her what to do. honestly, i’m so happy for all the little girls who went to see this movie and now want to grow up to be wonder woman.
  • everything else being said, seeing Remus Lupin in that role made me really uncomfortable

so yeah, please go see. honestly, after i left the movie theatre i kind of realised that i’d never seen a female led superhero movie (never watched Catwoman or Elektra) and I had literally only seen one other female led movie that even compared to Wonder Woman (the glory that is Mad Max: Fury Road). and that was weird. it was a weird feeling to watch a movie like Wonder Woman and to be so empowered by it, to cry because it meant so much to see women being so unequivocally, so independently the heroes. i wish this was a movie that i got to see about 12 years ago to be honest.

finally, how the fuck do i even watch a superhero movie after that?

Just once... -Bucky x reader(F)

Thanks for the request @azuraspyte PROMPT: “Just once, I want people to look at me, not you.” With Bucky.

Tony was throwing another elaborate party and you were finally going to try and make an impression. Natasha has tried and tried to get you to dress up for these occasions but it really isn’t your thing. However, tonight you wanted to give it a try. She came over early and helped you do your hair and makeup. She even bought you a dress, she didnt dare leave wardrobe up to you.
You paced outside the door and fidgeted with your fingers, twisting the coctail rings Nat lent you. You weren’t sure what brought on your sudden desire for attention but you wanted people to notice you tonight.
“You ready, doll?” Bucky placed a cold hand at the small of your back, which was exposed thanks to Nat’s dramatic fashion sense. “You look amazing.” He kissed your cheek.
You relaxed at his touch and leaned into him. “Thank you.” You smiled into his shirt. You leaned back and looked him once over. “You clean up pretty nice, Barnes.”
As per the invitation, Bucky was in full black tie dress. Allthe was down to the cumberbun. You scoffed when you noticed the sleeve of his metal arm was missing. It wasnt ripped off like he had most of his clothes it deliberately talored that way. “Really? Even on a tux?”
He laughed and took your hand in his. “I’m afraid its a bit of a signature, now.”
He opened the doors for you and you both stepped onto the scene. Your heart was pounding. For some reason you imagined a Cinderella moment. The kind where the whole room stops and looks at you. But only a few heads turned and they quickly returned to whatever they were doing before.
“Bucky!” Clint shouted. He stumbled once, clearly having taken advantage of the open bar.
“Hey, man.” Bucky grinned and patted Clint’s back.
“Hey, you mind if I steal your boyfriend for a minute. I think he neds a shot.” Clint chuckled.
Bucky gave you a tight smile. “Do you mind, babe?”
“Go ahead.” You grinned. Bucky gave you a quick kiss and helped Clint over to the bar.
You looked around the room but couldn’t find anyone you recognized. Feeling stupid for having gotten dressed up for nothing you made your way to the balcony. It was a cool evening and the breeze against your backless dress made you shiver but you didnt mind the cold. You kicked off your heels and grabbed the hem of your dress so you wouldn’t trip over it.
You climbed onto a bench and looked out over the balcony. Being up this high, with the wind blowing your freshly curled hair around, you though that this was what it must be like fly. You leaned over the railing just enough to quicken your heartbeat.
Suddenly, there was a hand around your waist, pulling you backwards.
“Don’t do that!” Bucky shouted from behind you. He pulled you toght against him and burried his head in your neck. He kissed your shoulder and spun you around to face him. “What were you doing?” He demanded.
“Nothing, Buck. I’m fine! I was perfectly fine.” You scrunched your face in defense.
Bucky immediately noticed that something was bothering you. “What’s wrong, doll?”
You huffed and hung your head. “It’s nothing…it’s stupid.”
He carefully pinched your chin and lifted your head, forcing you to look at him. “(Y/N), talk to me.”
“I just…” You huffed again. “I got all dressed up and I just expected people to notice and…no one did.”
Bucky frowned. “I noticed.”
“I know but Clint didnt and Nat isnt even here and… Just once, I want people to look at me, not you.”
Bucky grabbed your hand and started to pull you back inside.
“What are you doing?” You asked as you grabbed your dress again, hoping tpnot to trip.
“Come on,” Was his only reply. You had to practically run to keep up with him. He dragged you infront of the band that Tony hired and grabbed thmicrophone.
“Ladies and Gentleman,” He started.
“Buck, what are you doing?” You whispered.
He grinned at you but kept going. “We’re gonna kick things off a little early. I’d like to introduce to you the real reason we are gathered her tonight. She’s the light of my life and the center of my world and she deserves the moon. Guys?” Bucky looked to the right and your eyes followed his.
Natasha, Steve, and Tony were pushing a huge cake your direction.
“What is happening?” You asked yourself.
Bucky grabbed the mic again. “Lets raise our glasses and give a cheer for the birthday girl!” Bucky grabbed your face and kissed you hard. “For my girl.” He beamed.
“Buck, my birthday isn’t untill next week.” You giggled.
“Thats what makes it a surprise, doll.”

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By Request, Plateau’s Definitive Ranking of the Amnesia Girls by Fashion Sense, from Most to Least Reasonable

1. Mine

Okay, look at this shit. That’s a cute outfit. A little bit showy, of course, but reasonable clothing items, complimentary but not overwhelming accessories, simple shoes. And at least to me, it doesn’t look like she’s wearing actual thigh-highs and garters but just tights made to look like them - getting some of that aesthetic without sacrificing practicality. The weirdest thing is that fluffy thing hanging off of her waist bow, but I guess the top fashion rankers are allowed one (1) weird thing around their waist and Mine is killing it at the Amnesia fashion game.

2. Roses (the Heroine)

For the most part, our leading lady is rocking a pretty reasonable outfit. Simple dress, clean-looking jacket, bold tights but she’s making them work surprisingly well. However, she loses to Mine because of all the extraneous and bulky roses on her outfit (a motif awareness that only Ikki can hope to rival), and that goddam rose bun she wears in her hair. I mean, it’s definitely iconic, but how long has it got to take her to put that shit up? Probably at least as long as it takes Ikki to lace up his stupid boot.

3. Sawa

Originally, I thought I’d be ranking Sawa higher, but I forgot that her tights are lime green. I also hadn’t realized she had five useless belts. And look at those boots. They have their own collars. What the hell.

4. Rika

Like Ukyo, I couldn’t find the matching reference for Rika, but this one lets you see the whole outfit. And boy, is there a lot to see. I’m pretty sure Mine saw this outfit and was like “I’d really like that look but I’m gonna recreate it with real people clothes”. What do you even focus on? The layered skirt with strings of pearls? The random bit of fluff at her waist? The hat she stole from a historical reenactment enthusiast and then embellished? The ribbon around her throat with the ends that are always resting on the same spot on her boobs (seriously, I don’t know if they’re clasps or if she’s glued them there or if they remain there by sheer force of will), or how about the ribbon centered right above her forehead? Rika is not afraid of a challenge and she proves it every day she walks out of the house wearing this.

Easter Bunny

Word count: 1,564

Genre: fluff

Description: You are JYP’s first black female idol and you are doing a collab stage with Got7 and a certain foreigner has a crush on you.

Request: HI, I was wondering if your request box was open, I was hoping if you could do a got7 scenario with Jackson when you’re JYP’s first black female Kpop idol of a girl group and his bias. Our two groups do a collaboration stage and instantly hit it off. The reader also doesn’t fir the natural Korean status as she’s really thick and curvy, but she’s also short like 5′2-5′3. Plus she’s like the main dancer/rapper of the group, thank you! I hope it’s not too much.

A/N: I was gonna add a gif but tumblr is not complying *cries* Also, sorry it took me so long @themelaninlife. I’ve been trying to balance school and housework and this blog and i’ve put this off for too long and I sincerely apologize :’(

“Hey Y/N sweetie, how’s Korea treating you? Are your members from Blue Skies treating you well?” Your mom asked with a choppy voice. It had been a few months since you had last spoken to your mom and to say you were homesick would be an understatement.
Living in Korea was fun the first few years as you got to learn more about the culture and the country and the food, but ever since you debuted you slowly but surely became more and more homesick. When back in the States, you could talk to your mom everyday for hours on end; but now, you talked to your mom once every few months. And it didn’t help that your label mates Got7 got to go to America twice this year while you were stuck promoting in Korea, China, and Japan. Every time they came back from America they told you how great the food was and Mark tells you how great a home-cooked meal is after months of not having one. 

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anonymous asked:

You reboggled sth about how we commented what happened on Sat, how he was sad, bored and forced to pose but never touching her, and how pr reacted to that so we got the pictures yesterday hugging her and wearing her dress. Dont you think sometimes we should wait until the weekend is over to post about it? To point out all of their fails? I know frustration makes us wanna post immediately, but we should be wiser than them and wait, so they cant react in time. For Darrens sake and well being.

Anon. Trust me. I appreciate your sentiment. I constantly struggle with what is it is not appropriate to post. In this case. And it is case specific. And event specific. And can change hourly. I don’t agree.

To me it was critical to preserve what happened Saturday and to point out the flaws. Traffic to my blog yesterday doubled from the norm. That’s a lot of people reading. And many are PR believers. And one of my goals is to help them to see not only how fake this is. But how manipulative she is. And how unhealthy this relationship is.

And honestly. With the exception of his awkwardly wrapping his arms around her and her practically sitting in his lap while standing. I don’t think anything we got was a result of our actions. It was actually surprisingly drama free.

On the dress. With the exception of the fact it made me cringe and I just hoped she bathed yesterday. in my opinion that action was not related to us. The other guy had a dress on too. It was some game. Likely designed to mock him. It’s what she does. And we got the video purely so everyone saw it.

But you know what I zeroed in on? Him smiling at his phone. Again the more riveting companion. Maybe he took a selfie and sent it to his husband and they were laughing?

Trust me. I know every word we write is monitored. I’m aware we have an impact on this game. So it’s a balancing act. I don’t always get it right. But in this particular case. I have no regrets.

Cooking Disaster

Member(s): Ten x Reader
Type: Fluff, Comedy
Words: 2366
Plot: They say Ten cooking is trouble, but you two doing it together is double trouble for sure.

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“Ouch!” you winced and quickly put the curling iron down on the night stand, waving your left hand in the air to cool the burn. Carefully taking your cell phone from the bed, you checked the caller ID. As a long sigh escaped your lips, you threw yourself on the bed and picked up.

“Taeyong, I already told you I won’t be late. I just finished getting ready.”

Your friend’s voice sounded tired and disappointed through the phone. “Listen, something came up.”

Your immediate reaction to his words was to sit up and frown. Nothing good came from a conversation when it started like that. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’m afraid we have to cancel the restaurant reservation,” Taeyong let out a deep sigh, “We can’t make it on time. We still have to practice until late.”

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James van Riemsdyk #1

Requested by:  hey!! love your writing, could you please write one where your brother is Matt Martin from the Toronto Maple Leafs and you’re dating James Van Riemsdyk in secret and everyone on the team knows but Matt because Matt has told you to stay away from hockey players because he doesn’t trust them and he accidentally walks in on you & James in the Leafs dressing room?

*Hiii! Thank youuuu!I I hope you like this one. Enjoy!:) And I know you’ve been waiting for this too @carey-pricemas.*

Word count: 986

Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

This is the riskiest, possibly the stupidest, thing you could ever do and yet, you’re still standing outside the Toronto Maple Leafs’ dressing room after practice, patiently waiting for your brother *cough*boyfriend*cough* to come out. Does Matt even know you’re here, waiting for him? No. Does James know? Yes.

The door opened and your soul almost jumped out of your body, only to find Mitch Marner peeking out, “hey,” he said, a big grin on his face, “brother or boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend,” you told him honestly, smiling, “but we’ll just say brother, okay?” you laughed.

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Dance Practice (J-hope Smut)

Member x reader

Words: 853

Warning: Smut

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Originally posted by morekpopmore

 “Come on, Y/N. Focus. Let’s try again from the beginning, ok?”  He said.

J-Hope was your dance teacher and your friend. You both were in a dance together as partners, but it was being impossible to concentrate. The dance was too difficult to learn, and his beauty and grace was turning everything harder than necessary. And to get everything worst, the dance was kind of sensual.

“I’m trying, Hobi” you said. You really were. You were hardly trying to focusing. “Ok. From the beginning.”

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Namjoon paced as you tried to figure it all out.

But I never signed up to be one, I barely have touched my new phone. You murmured and Namjoon scowled even more.

Then someone signed you up. He spat and you looked at him.

Can’t we tell them there’s been a mistake? You asked, but Namjoon shook his head.

That would be horrible for your reputation. Plus no one is allowed to edit that list, not even the president. He replied with a sigh of defeat. You walked over to him and sat yourself down next to him, draping your arm around his shoulder and resting your chin on it.

Well we can’t think of the worst. You mumbled into his shoulder and tried to remain positive. Namjoon nodded and looked around.

I have to go back to the group one house and Jin should be coming over in about half an hour, think you can handle the fort for that amount of time? He asked and you smiled, nodding a little.

I’ll be okay for a little bit alone. You murmured and he pecked your lips. Looking at you once more before leaving, he smiled.

Don’t ever leave me. He murmured and you smiled.

I wasn’t planning on it. You replied before closing the door. Looking around the house, you found a book that was worn and frayed. Picking it up with curiosity, you flipped it open. There were little sketches and scribbles in the margins. As you squinted to read them, the sirens went off. Looking up, your stomach dropped and your heart raced. Shit.

Namjoon had just gotten to the group one house when the sirens went off, the doors automatically locked and he looked over his shoulder and out the window. Oh my god. He murmured. Jin walked over to him and then looked out the door.

She’s ALONE?! Jin screamed and Namjoon’s hands formed fists as he looked at his elder.

You said you were heading over there. Namjoon replied and Jin looked at him with disgust.

Do NOT put this on me. You said you weren’t going to leave until I got there. Jin responded and Jimin walked in between them.

We need to move to the bunker. She’s a volunteer, but I think we will be able to have a plan on who put her on the list when we go down there. Jimin said and Namjoon had to be dragged by the guys. He protested the entire way, saying he needed to get to her, but it was no use. They had pulled him into the bunker.

Now it was your turn to pace, you wandered from room to room as your stomach tumbled into knots and your heart was having palpitations. Just breathe. You repeated that mantra to yourself as you picked at the wrapping on your forearm that covered your time limit. Another shaky breath as you looked down at the wrapping. It had been weeks since you even looked at it, now you were scratching it again like it was a mosquito bite that wouldn’t go away.

The roll-call had been done and Namjoon sat there with a frown on his face. Matthew walked up and before he could open his mouth, Namjoon knew it was him.

You piece of shit. Namjoon spat and Matthew gave him a wide-eyed expression.

Now that seems harsh coming from our acting leader. Matthew said in a mocking tone, but then Hobi’s hand gripped Matthew’s shoulder.

You have got some fucking nerve after what you did. Hobi spoke through gritted teeth as Jimin rolled up his sleeves and Jungkook cracked his neck.

You have no proof I did anything. Matthew responded, but then his father came out of the crowd that was now forming around the group.

What’s going on? His father asked and Matthew shook his head.

These pussies were just letting me go. Matthew murmured mockingly, but Jin stood in front of him.

We suspect your son of signing up Y/N for the volunteer program without her knowledge. She is currently performing a duty she did not VOLUNTEER for. Namjoon said eloquently and his father scrunched his eyebrows.

All of the executives have a way of checking who sent the request in. His father said and Matthew’s eyes went wide.

There is?! Matthew asked frantically and Hobi tsked.

You seem pretty nervous about something you ‘didn’t do.’ Hobi said in a patronizing tone while Matthew’s father pulled his phone out and looked at the volunteer sign up.

Matthew, this was sent from you. His father said, the tension in the room was thick and the air was stale with bated breath. Matthew stood there with his eyes wide and his heart thumping before his father turned away. Do with him what you must. That boy is no longer my son. His father said quietly, his heart breaking as he walked away. The fear in Matthew’s eyes was undoubtable, and Tae grabbed at the nape of Matthew’s neck, pulling at the baby hairs that lined his scalp.

What were you saying about us pussies? Tae growled, as Namjoon’s fist made direct contact with Matthew’s jaw. The snapping noise made the crowd turn their heads away in horror.

That’s for forcing my girlfriend to be in danger. Namjoon said before shaking his head and looking at the guys. You guys can finish him, I’m going to go help her. Namjoon left Matthew to the likes of the group and walked through the crowd towards a doorway that would lead to the president’s house.

You practiced your breathing as you hoped the break-in was almost over, but just as you thought your prayers were working, a knock came banging on the door. Your breathing left your lungs as you looked through the peephole. A group of men stood on the other side of the door, dressed only in black, just like your nightmares. Your breathing became shaky as you opened the door only slightly.

How can I help you? You asked and the men nodded, giving you a small bow.

What is this place? The leader of the group asked and you looked at him with confusion, you had practiced well for your initiation, so you knew the routine.

What do you mean? This is a village. You murmured back hesitantly, staring at the man with a fake confused gaze. He nodded and truly looked at you for the first time, your eyes were piercing into his when you saw something click.

Y/N. He murmured and you tried to feign ignorance, but it was too late, the men were seizing you, pulling you out of the house and into the street. You felt the cold metal of the cuffs on your wrists and your body was being whipped around like a ragdoll. Your heart pounded with fear as you called out in your mind for Namjoon, for your father, for group one, for someone to save you, but no one came.

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Howlin’ For You

Part 1

(Avengers x Reader & Pietro x Reader) 

A/n: This is my first ever request. Hope you like it anon. ;) I got carried away again and there’s a bit of fluff with Pietro because, well it's Pietro and it’s mandatory. ;) Hope it’s not too rubbish! 

Translation: Dormi bine/Sleep well

Happy Halloween :) xxx  Requests are open. :)

(Part 2)

“Avengers! Good you’re assembled.”

Everyone groaned as Tony practically skipped into the room. Dressed in a Victorian suit and tails, top hat and a cane - he looked very Sherlock Holmes. None of your fellow Avengers appeared all that impressed, having been pulled out of training for Tony’s ‘announcement’. You seemed to be the only excited one in the room, loving this time of year and the opportunity to go to a Tony Stark halloween party. Most likely it was the fact you were pretty new and hadn’t had the experience yet. Recruited a few months ago you have the ability to rebuild objects and buildings from a previous photograph, which came in handy after all the devastation in Sokovia.  

With a dramatic bow Tony twirled the top hat and rolled it down his arm, flicking the hat up in to the air and catching it in his hand, giving you all a smug smile.

“In this hat are pieces of paper with two names on, one you have to prank every day until my spook-tacular party, the other you have to come dressed as,” Steve mumbled his disapproval under his breath, “no objections grandpa. Well, who wants to go first?” Tony shook the hat, looking at the group expectantly. No one moved.  

“How about you sweet cheeks?” Tony’s pleading gaze landed on you and you squirmed in your seat, all eyes on you. You didn’t really have a choice now. Thanks Tony.

“Sweet cheeks?” You scowled at him while rummaging through the bits of paper. Unfolding one you grinned. Quicksilver & Black Widow. This could be cool, or you could be mincemeat. You looked up about to ask if you could pick again when Tony smiled, lifting a finger to your mouth.

“Ah don’t tell us, you’ll ruin the surprise.”  

He moved past you to Wanda, she did not look impressed. She sighed loudly when she read her bit of paper, muttering to Pietro in Sokovian. Reluctantly the Avengers all took their pick, some looking happier than others. You caught Pietro giving you a knowing smile and your stomach churned, you’d be in for it he decided to prank you. Bruce was the last to pick, his face not really giving anything away.  

“Thanks kids, must dash, things to do and all that.” Tony left as dramatically as he came in. Pepper walked behind him embarrassed and mouthing sorry to you all. As soon as they were out of sight everyone looked at each other.  

“Who did you get then?”


It was lame. You knew you were playing it safe with Natasha’s prank, but you didn’t want to get shot and there was no way in hell you would prank Pietro, that man would make payback last forever. So you got up early and sneaked into the kitchen, putting the fake spider in Natasha’s box of cereal.

You tried to stay casual when she walked in, sleepy and still in her pyjamas.  

“You’re up early.” Natasha observed you through bleary eyes, too tired to really care. You concentrated on your coffee as she poured her cereal and the spider plopped into the bowl. She didn’t notice at first pouring in her milk and picking up the bowl, about to eat a spoonful of plastic spider.

The master assassin let out a quiet squeal, dropping the bowl on the counter. Milk and cereal spilled everywhere while she beat the fake spider with her spoon.

“BARTON!”  Natasha screamed and you made a swift exit, trying not to giggle as you ran to the gym.  

“Hey Bucky.” You smiled when you spotted him. You enjoyed training with Bucky he was one of the first people you opened up to. He had been assigned to you as part of his rehabilitation and was funny and smart, never pushing you too far. When he didn’t answer you glanced over to see his worried expression. 

“Are you ok?” You asked him. He looked up like he’d only just realized you were there, fiddling with the mechanism on his arm.

“Yeah, I’m just, my arm doesn’t feel right.”  

“I’ll go easy on you for a change.” You joked and he smiled.  

“Ok then. Let’s see if you can take me down, just like we practiced.” You hated that move, you had to twist his arm around and flip him over. He must have noticed your worried expression.

“Don’t worry you can’t hurt me.”  

You started sparring, attempting to get a proper hold so you could twist him around. Eventually he grabbed hold of you and you took the opportunity, pulling on his metal arm and swinging him around onto the floor so you were almost straddling him. You grinned triumphantly then noticed his look of horror. He started screaming in pain, writhing around on the floor clutching his shoulder. Blood was spurting out making a pool on the floor.

“Oh my god, Bucky! Your arm!” Realizing it was in your hands you screamed and threw it to the ground.  

“What have you done?!”  In a panic you tried to wrap the wound as he kept on screaming, a horrible sound that terrified you.    

“Help me, put it back on!”  

“I’m so sorry! How did I even do that?! Jarvis we need a medic, training room 6 please hurry!”

The gym doors burst open and Clint and Sam ran in. Confused you went to ask where the medic was when a bright flash blinded you. They took a picture?! As your sight returned you noticed the screaming had stopped. You turned around to see Bucky sat with a wide grin on his face, metal arm resting in his lap.

“Sorry y/n. It’s getting upgraded today, I couldn’t resist.”

“You bastard James Buchanan Barnes, I thought you were dying!”  

Bucky just shrugged joining in with Clint and Sam’s laughter.

“You’re in trouble now, she said your full name!” Clint piped up in between laughs.

“Man, this is so going on the big screen!” Sam chuckled and held up his phone for you to see. it was a picture of you covered in fake blood looking horrified, with Bucky waving his arm at the camera and grinning behind you. Oh god.  

You huffed and stomped away not letting them see the smile begin to form on your face.  

“Good one you bloody idiots.”  


After a shower to get rid of all that surprisingly sticky fake blood you headed to the kitchen, deciding double chocolate cookies were the only cure for your embarrassment.  Rounding the corner you stopped, peeved to see Pietro pulling your biscuit tin down from the cupboard. Again.

“Those are my biscuits.”

“Hmm, well, they are mine now.” He teased while trying to get the lid off the biscuit tin. Cursing you tried to grab it out of his hands. He dodged you making you jump for the tin and laughing. You were really getting annoyed now.  

“I want those bloody cookies!”  

Your protests only made him cockier, before you realized you were chasing him around the kitchen. Pietro laughed at you, teasing as he stopped then zoomed away at the last second.

“Still mine, aha!” He zoomed to the other end of the kitchen finally managing to loosen the lid. You started stomping over to him, fully ready to kill him. No one steals your cookies.  

Pietro screamed in shock when the lid fired off, fake snakes flying out of the tin at him. He shouted something in Sokovian, swatting them away and running to hide behind you.  

“Pietro they aren’t real!” You doubled over in laughter, his grip on you loosened and he backed away a little, embarrassed.

“They looked real.” He tried to defend himself, crossing his arms over his chest.  

“That was so good! Your face Pietro you screamed like a girl!”  

You carried on laughing and he gave you the evil eye while he walked back over to the biscuit tin. He kicked the snakes away gingerly not completely sure they were fake.  He shook the tin over the counter, tipping it up and looking inside, frowning in disappointment.

“Where are the cookies?”  

You were in hysterics then, hardly able to breathe, tears clouding your vision.

“What’s so funny?” Pietro asked a bit peeved.  

You tried to calm down a bit, however your giddy mood wouldn’t shift. You grabbed one of the snakes and held it out like a sword, throwing another one to Pietro.  

“En garde monsieur road runneur!”

After a dramatic bow Pietro got into a fighting stance, the most serious look on his face.

“You killed my father. Prepare to die!”  

With that you both chased each other around the kitchen again, play fighting with the snakes. When he decided you were a bit too good at beating him he started doing laps around you, stopping to thump you on the bum. Too far Pietro. You attempted to trip him up and failed, he dodged everything with that annoying smirk on his annoying face.  

“I understood that reference! awesome film.” Steve and Clint walked in, clearly amused at the sight of you both messing around. Calming down a little you started picking up the snakes and the biscuit tin, nudging Pietro playfully.

“I demand a rematch, monsieur.“ You whispered. Pietro laughed and nudged you back, both of you sharing a smile.

“Snakes in a can? Which old man came up with that one?” Clint scoffed, eyeing Steve.

“You are all old men!”  

Clint swatted Pietro around the ear making you and Steve laugh.  

“Respect your elders.”

“After yesterday, Bucky I’d say,” you noticed Steve smirking, “guess you heard about that then? Well tell him he got Pietro this time.”  

Pietro gaped at you ‘why did you tell them?!’ written all over his face. You just smiled and started walking away, giggling to yourself as you heard Steve and Clint start teasing him.  

You felt a little bad as you walked to your room, not enough to go back and rescue him though.  

“Holy crap!”

You shut the door behind you, breathing heavily as the little guinea pigs ran around your feet, squeaking for food and attention. The whole room was one big fluffy moving carpet. God they were cute but there were so many of them it was like the invasion of the guinea tribbles!  

You pulled out your phone and angrily dialed Bucky’s number. It rang and rang, he always took ages to answer. You picked up a particularly friendly guinea that was nibbling your toe and let him sit on your shoulder. He snuggled into your neck tickling you.

“What the hell Bucky?!”  

“Y/n? What’s the matter?” Bucky sounded sleepy, “what’s that noise?”

“You know damn well!” The squeaking started to get louder, they must be very hungry. Where were you going to find food for a hundred guinea pigs?

“Are those…guinea pigs? how many of them are there?!” He was laughing now making you even angrier.

“Get your arse over here Barnes and get rid of them!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I haven’t pranked you since yesterday…”

“What am I supposed to do with them all?“  

“I don’t know, find a big carrot?!”  He started laughing again and you hung up on him.  

I hate you Barnes.  

You gently opened the door to try and get help, and food, failing to stop the guinea pigs escaping. How did Bucky even get so many? Their cute little bums wiggled as they made their way out of your room and investigated the corridor.

“Crap.” you whispered trying to round them all up. They were so wriggly. You managed to hold two in one arm, two on your shoulders and one on your head, yet there were still some on the loose, chewing everything.  

Wanda walked out of the common room with a big smile, cooing at a guinea pig she had caught.  

“Is this yours?” She burst out laughing when she saw your predicament and helped you round them up. Soon Tony and the other’s joined in, starting a competition who could round up the most.  

“Why are guinea pigs running wild in my tower y/n?” Tony asked putting yet another guinea pig back into your room.

“Blame your halloween game… and Bucky.” You shrugged and he laughed.

“Have to admit it is original.”  

“And cute.”  Wanda said, still holding one of the guinea pigs as it chewed on her long brown hair.

“Hey that cost ten thousand dollars!” Tony scooped up a rogue guinea pig that was happily chewing on his sideboard.  

“I think that’s all of them.”  

“Jarvis will arrange to return them, luckily the culprit sourced them responsibly.” Tony said sarcastically.

“Not heavy or anything, no need to help.”  

Sam heaved a huge crate of vegetables and pellets into the hallway. You thanked him and grabbed some lettuce and pellets.

“Anyone want to help feed them?” They all shook their heads.  

Being careful you stepped inside. The little guinea pigs immediately mugged you crawling up your legs causing you to fall over. They crawled all over you squeaking, it was the weirdest sensation.  

“I am the guinea queen!”  

Your muffled voice shouted out from the sea of fur. You could just about hear the avengers laughing at you, not helping, just laughing and taking pictures - typical.  


When the madness had died down and they finally got tired of teasing you the avengers drifted off to bed until it was just you and Pietro left in the common room. You both sat in comfortable silence for a while, only half watching the old zombie movie on the television.  

Your eyes drifted to Pietro as he sat sprawled out on the sofa. His silver hair appeared to glow in the flickering light, highlighting his features and making his blue eyes even brighter. You watched his chest rise and fall for a few moments. He yawned loudly and shifted so he was sat looking at you with an amused expression. He had definitely caught you staring. Oops.

“Want to stay in my room tonight?”  

He scooted over to you, draping an arm over your shoulder and looking you over. You blushed under his gaze, wishing it was more than just him flirting.  

“I don’t think so, you snore.” You nudged him away, sticking our tongue out at him. He returned the gesture and leaned back against the sofa, putting his feet up on the table.  

“It will be more comfortable than the sofa, you can have my bed.”  

“You haven’t heard your snoring.”  

He sighed and shrugged, giving up. You hated being so nervous around him always resorting to jokes to cover up how you really felt. He probably thought you were an idiot.  

“Fine printesa, don’t get into any more trouble before morning, ok?“  

Pietro zoomed off, returning a second later to throw a duvet and pillows at you. He must be feeling a little sorry for you. God knows what state your room would be in by the time all the guineas were relocated. He sat down again purposely leaning on you.  

“Don’t worry, Bucky’s probably somewhere plotting his next act of torture.”

“Stark’s party is tomorrow? There can’t be many more pranks.”  

“I suppose not.”

He leaned down and kissed your cheek, shocking you as his lips lingered a moment and he placed his hand on your leg squeezing it gently. Your cheek tingled and you gazed at him curiously. This was so out of character, even though you always flirted he was never so affectionate. His eyes never left yours, searching them, waiting for your reaction.  

Your heart was pounding, it screamed at you to grab him and kiss him, while your head stopped you. Against all your instincts you broke his gaze. He pulled away from you, taking his hand off your leg. Pietro tried to hide it, but you could see the rejection and hurt in his eyes.  

You were an idiot. A complete and utter idiot.  

Pietro stood up, forcing a smile. You looked at each other awkwardly for a moment until he broke the silence by making a joke. Something you usually did.

“Sweet dreams, queen of the pigs.”

You threw one of the pillows at him, cursing. He ran for the door pretending to be offended.

“Rethink that one, Pietro.“    

“No, that is the correct term.” He teased and you launched another pillow at him.

“Sod off.”  

“You know if you change your mind, or get scared…”  he motioned to the various severed heads, cobwebs and pumpkins decorating the room. You pulled the duvet over yourself and gave him a warm smile.  

“Night Pietro.”  

He slowly walked to the door, pausing before turning back to you. His expression softened a little and he looked at you with such adoration it took your breath away.

"Dormi bine.”