i mean look at that second one on the left

BTS Reaction to their s/o getting insulted on TV.

Request: Can you do a reaction to when they(bts) is mc with another idol and that idol insults their s/o on live tv?

A/N: So its here, i kept it simple and went straight to the insult. I know it’s savage and this attitude shouldn’t be allowed on tv and bla bla, but i think bts would do anything for the person they love so ENJOY IT


“So you’re dating the ugly y/n? You don’t deserve that”

“You’re damn right, no one deserves a queen like her. Truth be told, you don’t even deserve to pronunce her name”

“You should have gone for someone prettier, maybe an idol”
“Not all idols are pretty, i mean, look at you”


“You’re a dancer, a good one, have you ever thought about taking y/n to dance with you? Maybe her figure could improve”

“And you? Have you ever thought about joining me? Maybe you improve your dancing skills, even tho i don’t know if I can consider what you do dancing.”

“No offence, you can do whatever you want with your life but why y/n? Get yourself a skinny girl, you can do better”
“One, two, three-”
“What? Are you counting all the times she tried to diet and failed?”
“No, im counting how many seconds you have left before i punch you”


“Heard you got yourself a girlfriend, where did you find her? In the trash?”

“Just because you come from there doesn’t mean everyone else does”


“Heard you’re datting y/n, are you looking for something better? I mean you deserve better, her voice is so annoying and she’s ugly”

“Yeah I am looking for someone better”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah im looking for someone better to mc with because i don’t like sharing my air with shit, i didn’t even know shits could talk until you opened your mouth”


“How did you find a girl so big? Why do you even like her?”
“Aw man, don’t worry. Size s not that important. Don’t feel bad for being small, I’m sure some people find pleasure in that too” (ex. refering to his dick just in case)

based on this post where lardo and shitty are accidentally pregnant

She was five weeks in and nothing was showing, but she’d been puking almost everyday and had refused Bitty’s pumpkin pie yesterday. Lardo hadn’t told her mom yet, and Shitty refuses to tell anything to his father, but she knows that his mother knew. Jack had called her immediately after Shitty freaked and told him a week ago, before freaking out himself and telling Bitty, who had broken into their apartment in order to make sure she was okay.

“I’m okay, people should stop asking me if I was okay, I’m pregnant, not sick.” She complained to Jack, who only answered by giving a silent nod.

“Shitty’s freaking out,” Jack said instead.

“I know.” She groaned and put her face in her hands. A moment of silence passed between the two before she lifted her head again. “I don’t want to chain him down like this or jerk him around emotionally. I know he wants me to keep it.”

“He wants whatever you want,” Jack said.

She knew that, but she could also read Shitty well enough to know that he was ecstatic and wanted nothing more than to have her keep it. And the scary thing was, she could also feel herself being as excited as he is.

“How are the two of us even remotely qualified to be parents? He’s just starting his job, and I have my job.” And Lardo wasn’t sure that her bosses would let her take a maternity leave. And even more terrifyingly, she just realized that she wasn’t on the life track that she had envisioned for herself with this job. Sports management paid a lot, and Lardo knew she was on the fast track to a good promotion, but now this forced her to look at her life, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend it all on picking up after athletes. But she wasn’t sure if she could provide proper care if she didn’t have this high paying position. And it was a downward spiraling mess of disaster.

It was as if Jack could read her mind, or at least the mood in her mind, because he puts a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on the sofa that they were sitting at.

“Maybe you’re thinking too much,” he said. “Just concentrate on whether or not you want to keep it, and trust in your friends to help you no matter which choice it is. We’re a team.”

She sniffed, and suddenly Jack found himself with an armful of Lardo. She let her tears and snot stain his sweater, and he held her through her trembling. When the two of them extricated themselves from their situation, Jack extended a fist, and Lardo bumped it.

“Got your back,” they said together.

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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.5]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language and some suggestive content

You walked sleepily towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water or maybe make some coffee, you’d make up your mind when you got there. You ran your hand through your hair, tousling it further.

Yawning, you stepped into the kitchen, the tile sending a shock through you, cold against your bare feet.

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MC does successful suicide prank (Trigger Warning)

Geez, this is dark. You okay, Nonny? Sorry it took so long to do this request. I wasn’t feeling it and I didn’t want to half ass this. It was also very hard to think of this many ways to suicide… prank. So I made some accidental pranks. Maybe I overthought it. Anyways TRIGGA WARNING YALL.

I didn’t do the minor trio cause these were hard. But I did do Vanderwood cause I was able to think of something short and fun.


  • “MC, please, I need to study.”
  • Yoosung had ignored you so much the whole weekend.
  • The ONLY time you two had free time this whole month.
  • But what could you do, he was studying to get his Ph.D.
  • After dealing with this all day, you took some pills to soothe your head.
  • You left the bottle on the coffee table and took a nap on the couch.
  • You woke up to Yoosung shaking you, “MC, please wake up!”
  • You sat up and your gaze met Yoosung’s tears.
  • “I-I’m taking you to the ER, right now.”
  • He pulled you up from the couch.
  • “What? Why?”
  • His eyes darted over to the bottle of pills on the floor.
  • “Oh, I spilled the bottle!”
  • “Wait. You didn’t?”
  • “Didn’t what?”
  • In that moment, Yoosung’s knees buckled and he knelt on the floor.
  • “Yoosung, what’s wrong??”
  • He couldn’t even talk between his hiccups and cries.
  • After putting two and two together, you realized Yoosung thought you had overdosed.
  • “You thought I had…?”
  • You didn’t even need to finish that question cause all he could do was nod and sob.
  • You pulled him in for a kiss and serenaded him with loving words.
  • “I could never. I’m so happy with you. I love you.”
  • Yoosung didn’t leave your side that whole night.
  • He rather spend time with you right now than anything else.


  • “I’m not so sure, Mr. Director.”
  • “MC, it’s a little white lie! It’ll be the big money shot.”
  • “But isn’t this a bit much?”
  • “Look, it’s been weeks and he’s still having trouble emoting everything we need him too. We’re wasting so much time and resources on this.”
  • “I know, but I don’t want to scare him. We don’t even know how he’s going to react!”
  • Before you could get a response, the director spoke into his walkie talkie, “Zen is here, action.”
  • You looked over to Zen, who spotted you and waved at you.
  • You looked back up to the director who winked at you and said, “Break a leg!” And with that, he pushed you off the scaffolding.
  • “BABE?!”
  • You fell right up until 3 feet above the ground. The only support you had, a rope around your neck.
  • “MC! NO NO NO!”
  • He ran over to you and tried to push you back up. “HELP! SOMEONE, CUT THE WIRE!”
  • Stagehands rushed over and cut the wire around your neck.
  • Zen pulled you towards him and sat you down.
  • “Zen,  I-.”
  • “No! Shut up! Do you know what you were trying to do! Do you know just how I would have felt if you succeeded?! A-are you not happy with me? I-I-I… What would I do without you?”
  • Zen collapsed to his knees in front of you. “What would even make you want to do this? Aren’t you happy with me? Did I do something wrong? I love you so much, my whole world almost ended with you.”
  • He reached his hand up to wipe the tears now on your cheek.
  • He pulled you into a hug, and you felt his chest heaving.
  • “CUT!” The director came out of his hiding spot.
  • “What?” Zen pulled back looking at the cameras around him.
  • “We did it! We finally have the shot!”
  • “What???” He turned back to you.
  • You unbuttoned your top to show a harness around your body, which is where the wire was really strung to.
  • “Zen, I- You were- I wasn’t on board with-”
  • “I told MC how you were having trouble portraying the right emotions and I thought it would be nice to do this stunt to help you along.”
  • Zen was angry, upset, crying, scared, but mostly relieved.
  • He took your hand and pulled you into his dressing room ignoring everyone else.
  • You spent the whole time apologizing, and Zen just held you lecturing in your ear and every now and then telling you how much he loved you.


  • You didn’t mean to prank Jaehee, it just came naturally.
  • You were in the tub trying out new bathbombs.
  • This one in particular had a nice red color with a sweet rose smell.
  • As the ball dissolved it left the water a deep red color.
  • “Looks like I am washing off someone’s blood. Kinda like my blood.”
  • As you dozed off, staring at the water you heard Jaehee come in.
  • Now’s good as time as any to play dead, right?
  • Nope.
  • Jaehee knocked on the bathroom door but since you gave no response, she opened it to make sure you were alright.
  • In a matter of seconds she was shaking your shoulders and yelling, “MC? Wake up! Can you hear me? MC!!!”
  • “Oh my god,” She turned around and grabbed her phone
  • But then she turned back to you who was now awake and you smiling.
  • “Gotchu!”
  • Your smile faded as you saw that her face was pale, eyes widened.
  • “Hey, Jaehee, it was a joke.”
  • No response from her.
  • All you feel is guilt now and all you think is, “Wow, dumb joke, me.”
  • “It’s okay, J–”
  • She cut you off and just screams at you, her grip tightening on your arms.
  • “It’s not okay!!! Do you know how scared I was?! Why would you even joke about this?!”
  • “Jaehee, your hands are hurting me.”
  • She realized how much of his composure she lost and let go.
  • “Please, don’t ever joke about this again. Never again.”
  • Tears forming in her eyes.
  • “Never. I promise.”
  • All you could do to reassure her was pull her into a hug.
  • You spent the rest of the night holding her, and telling her how happy you are to be with her.


  • You were having a crappy day.
  • The cake topper would be spilling red wine over all over your blouse.
  • You didn’t even have the energy to clean up.
  • So you sat on the couch for a minute before proceeding with your day.
  • Only, you fell asleep.
  • It wasn’t long before you jolt awake from the sound of glass shattering.
  • Your eyes follow the sound to Jumin who was standing by the door.
  • He dropped his bags, but that wasn’t the issue.
  • His eyes were fixed on you, fear instilled in them.
  • “J-jumin?”
  • He finally let his breath go as he stumbled to you.
  • “MC, what would I have done if I had lost you?”
  • “Wh-what?”
  • He pulled you into the tightest hug.
  • “If this is a joke, I don’t understand it.”
  • You rubbed his back, clearly not understanding what he meant.
  • After a moment, he pulled back to ask, “Why are you even wearing that?”
  • You looked down and realized the wine formed what resembled a blood stain on your chest.
  • “Oh, oh!!!  It-I-I’m sorry! I meant to change and fell asleep!”
  • Jumin sighed before he started to unbutton your blouse.
  • “J-jumin?!?”
  • “I’m getting you cleaned up.”
  • You blushed after realized what you thought was wrong.
  • “But of course, that’s after I make you remember how much I would miss you if you did leave one day.”


  • Saeyoung and you had driven to the top of a mountain.
  • You were both waiting for the sunset.
  • You peered the edge of a cliff to see how steep of a drop it was.
  • Finally you turned to Saeyoung and calmly asked, “Do you still love me?”
  • He looked at you a little confused but answered, “Yes.”
  • “How much?”
  • “Hum… This much!” He held his hands only a foot apart from each other.
  • He laughed right before telling you, “This much more than possible.”
  • Instead of hitting him like you would usually do, you smiled at him and whispered, “I love you too. And I’m so sorry…”
  • “Sorry for what?”
  • “This.” With that, you stepped over the edge.
  • “NO! MC!” He ran over to you faster than he ever moved.
  • He wasn’t even thinking and threw himself off the ledge after you
  • He was shocked that he landed two yards below the ledge… right in front of you
  • You finally got payback for the mean prank he pulled a while back.
  • You stuck out your tongue practically joyed that he believed it.
  • But you felt a drop of water on your face. Rain?
  • No… Saeyoung was crying.
  • You Fucked Up.
  • “W-wait. It was a joke! S-Saeyoung!?”
  • He pulled you into the tightest hug ever.
  • “Saeyoung?”
  • His entire body was trembling against you.
  • Just his silence alone was enough to make you regret everything.
  • “Saeyoung? I’m sorry. I wasn’t.. I didn’t think it through..”
  • “I love you so much so don’t ever take that away. Please, MC. Please…”
  • You hugged him back and only told him, “I’ll never take that from you.”
  • Now you two just had the new issue of getting back on top of the cliff.


  • Vanderwood walks into the room to find you face down in a pool of blood.
  • “MC, get up. I don’t have time for your jokes. Luciel is already a handful.”
  • He walks away.
  • You sit up.
  • Drat, Maybe next time.
  • “And clean up the mess.”
A Fighting Chance (Dylan O’Brien smut)

Summary: you’re the personal trainer for American Assassin and grow close to one of the stars. (Verrrrry close)

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: this spirals into smut! I also have a filthy mouth so beware of multiple curses throughout.

A/N: Dylan mentioned needing a trainer for American Assassin and my first thought was ‘hot sexy Dylan sweating over a punching bag’ and so this baby was born lmao. I’ve not had the opportunity to see the film, so I’ve sort of made up what I assume the types of things are that they did. I also have no idea what order they shot the film in, so just went along with the natural progression of this plot!

PSA !!! This mentions nothing of his accident on The Death Cure. I don’t feel it’s right to write about or romanticise Dylan’s trauma, so you’ll never find it featured in my pieces! 

**In case it isn’t obvious, every time there’s a line break, that indicates a small time skip. During that time, Y/N and Dylan grow a little closer.**

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Originally posted by thatonekimgirl

“Harder!” You called out, watching Dylan’s shoulders shake. A sheen of sweat covered his upper arms, accentuating the powerful movements of his biceps.

Hearing your words, he groaned loudly. “Oh, c’mon, Y/N. I’ve been at it for,” he paused, face screwing into a grimace, “at least an hour. Please give me a break,” he whined. Despite the complaints, he continued his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped forward and grabbed the punching bag, stopping his workout abruptly. “It’s been barely ten minutes,” you deadpanned, “and you’re still doing it wrong! May I?”

Dylan nodded so you moved forwards. Grabbing his bandaged hands, you worked quickly to adjust his balance in a way that redistributed his weight. “You need to engage your core more. Without it, you’re losing a lot of power.”

“Okay,” He replied, standing up a little straighter. He pushed some of the hair from his face, gazing at the bag determinedly.

“It’s all yours,” you said, giving him the go-ahead.

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And All This Devotion (1/1)

Happy Valentine’s Day, @once-upon-a-captain-swan!

Hi, dollface! I’m your CSSV and had so much fun writing this for you. I’ve enjoyed our little chats over the last few weeks and I hope you enjoy the story. I tried to put as many little touches of you in it as I could. 




The knock came at 2:05. It was tentative, barely pulling Killian out of a dreamless sleep and for a moment, he thought he’d imagined it. Fuzzy-brained, he was a second away from chalking it up to a rattling pipe or noise from the street when another knock came, this one more insistent. 

Tossing the covers off and cursing as he kicked his feet free from the tangled sheet, he padded through the living room, throwing the deadbolt and dramatically pulling the door open, ready to give his untimely visitor hell while wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs and a scowl.

The piss and vinegar was short-lived when his eyes fell onto the figure standing in the hallway. 

Her face was red and blotchy with strands of blonde hair sticking to tear tracks. A cheap diaper bag, stretched to the limits and overflowing, was slung over her shoulder, one of those infant car seats designed for carrying at her feet, the baby inside asleep. 

Chin lifting just enough to convey some measure of pride, her eyes wouldn’t rise enough meet his. When she spoke it was to the dog tags resting on his chest.

“We didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

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Whoops my fingers slipped haha this was cathartic

sorry if this is bad I wrote it in like 30 minutes



I’m glad you’re back at the compound, I don’t like the idea of you rattling around a mansion by yourself. We all need family. The Avengers are yours, maybe more so than mine. I’ve been on my own since I was 18. I never really fit in anywhere – even in the Army. My faith is in people, I guess. Individuals. And I’m happy to say for the most part, they haven’t let me down. Which is why I can’t let them down either. Locks can be replaced, but – maybe they shouldn’t. I know I hurt you Tony. I guess I thought – by not telling you about your parents I was sparing you, but… I can see now I was really sparing myself. I’m sorry. Hopefully one day you can understand. I wish we agreed on the Accords, I really do. I know you were only doing what you believe in, and that’s all any of us can do, it’s all any of us should. So no matter what, I promise if you — if you need us. If you need me, I’ll be there.

Tony frowned, looking down at the phone that was sitting on his desk.

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, staring at the offending object, but it must’ve been a while, because suddenly Rhodey was rolling up behind him in his chair, returning from PT.

“Hey,” Rhodey said, stopping by the desk and nodding towards the box that had been tossed aside once opened. “What was in there?”

“A letter,” Tony said, smiling humorlessly. “From Steve. And a burner phone.”

“That so?” Rhodey asked, body going rigid with fury, glaring at the letter in Tony’s hand. “What did he have to say?”

“Says that… he’s sorry he didn’t tell me about my parents… that the Avengers are my family… that he’s sorry we couldn’t agree on the Accords…. He also says that if I ever need him for anything, I can use this,” Tony help up the burner phone by the edges, careful not to touch it with more than just his thumb and index finger, “to call him and he’ll be there.”

Rhodey’s face flattened, going into the strongest bitch face Tony had ever seen.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” Rhodey deadpanned.

“Apparently not,” Tony said blandly, tossing the phone back in the desk with distain. Rhodey reached over and snatched the letter out of Tony’s hand.

“’The Avengers are your family, maybe more so than mine,’ what the fuck is that? Some family, they all left you!”

“Thanks Rhodey,” Tony murmured, face buried in his hands, “I had almost forgotten that happened for a second.”

“Oh you know what I mean,” Rhodey argued, but there was no heat in his voice and he was looking at Tony with concern. “So what are you going to do?”

Tony moved his hands, resting his chin on one fist and toying with the phone with the other. He sat there quietly for a long time. Rhodey was just about to speak again when a slow smirk spread across Tony’s face, the first glimpse of the old Tony that Rhodes had seen in days.

“I think I’ve got an idea.”


It had been nearly two months since what the media was calling the “Avenger’s Civil War,” and nearly a month and a half since Steve had sent Tony his apology letter and the burner phone, and still, Tony had yet to call him.

It was a gorgeous sunny day in Wakanda, and Steve, Clint, Sam, and Wanda were sitting in the living room, reading and watching TV, waiting for something to happen or something to do.

Sam and Wanda were sitting and talking quietly by the window. Clint had been sitting on he couch and flipping through the channels for almost twenty minutes, never staying on one channel for more than thirty seconds. And Steve was sitting on armchair in the corner, holding the burner phone in his hand and waiting for it to ring, when T'Challa walked into the room, box in hand.

“Mr. Rogers,” T'Challa said, nodding at the others in the room before walking towards Steve.

“King T'Challa,” Steve said, standing and slipping the phone into his back pocket. “I thought you were still in Vienna for the UN meetings?”

“I was, but we decided to take a recess for a few days, as I had things to take care of in Wakanda and we were not really getting anything done.” T'Challa moved the box from under his arm, thrusting it at Steve, a small indecipherable smile on his face. “I was, however, asked to give this to you.”

“Me?” Steve asked, cold fear flooding his body. “How would they know you could get it to me? Does someone know we’re here?”

“Yes, but I assure you, it’s no one you need worry about,” T'Challa smirked, an amused twinkle in his eye. “They told me not to tell you who it is from, and that you’d recognize the sender when you opened it.”

“Okay…,” Steve said slowly. “Thank you for bringing it to me,” he called out as the King turned and walked away.

“My pleasure, Captain.”

Steve felt his confusion rise when he heard the obvious entertainment in T'Challa’s voice. Looking down at the box in his hand, he sat back down in his chair and began to open it.

A rattling noise came from inside when the box flipped, and Steve’s brow furrowed. Once opened, he dumped the content of the box into his lap and felt his heart drop into his stomach as he looked at the objects in his lap.

Plastic pieces of what looked like an old, cheap flip phone fell out, shattered as though someone had taken a hammer to it repeatedly. On top of the pieces, a slip of paper.

Steve picked up the paper, heart pounding in his chest and ears, and unfolded it.

All that was written inside, in Tony’s blocky, engineer handwriting, was:

Fuck. You. :)

Truly want - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Truly want

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine Bill being jealous when you go out with another guy because he has feelings for you. What he doesn’t know is that the only reason you do it is to get over him to not ruin your friendship.

A/N: There’s lil bit of angst there but still, writing jealous Bill and flustered Bill is one of the best things in the world!

“I just- I still- I can’t-” he let a frustrated sigh as he ran a hand down his face.

“Yes?” you asked, trying to fight a giggle as you looked at his reflection in the mirror, still trying to get your earring to cooperate with you.

“I mean-” he licked his lips, trying to look indifferent but truth was he was very much interested and it showed at how he struggled to form the right words “Why would you want to go out with him again?” he finally breathed out.

“Why do you ask?” you asked back with a giggle and he seemed to stiffen for a moment.

“N-nothing.” he shook his head “Nothing it’s just, I’m curious. That’s all.”

“Curious or… a little bit jealous?” you asked with a smirk and his eyes widened.

“What?!” his voice came out high-pitched and you had to keep yourself from laughing at the moment “Of- of course I’m not! Why would I be?!”

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Everyone Always Leaves

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Relationship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer’s partner on and off the field, the love of his life, resigns from the BAU. She leaves him and all he gets is a note. Fast forward sim months. Maybe not everything is as it seems. 

Requested By: I cannot remember. I just saw the request in my Google Doc half finished. 

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anonymous asked:

can i ask for rfa boys+v+saeran breaking up with mc and after years finding out she was pregnant with theirs babies

Took a six hour nap I’m now ready to finish this


  • Yoosung was everything to you, and you thought that you were everything to him
  • Except, he broke up with you
  • Not only that but you thought he was building himself up to propose soon
  • So here you are now, packing all of your things to leave the one person you’ve ever truly loved
  • Yoosung on the other hand of course was sad to see you go after so many years, but he knew this was for the best
  • It’d been six years since Yoosung had last seen you, he hadn’t met anyone else yet, he was so busy with school and then work
  • He was at the grocery store walking through all the aisles, as one would
  • As he was looking at soups that he already knew he wasn’t going to buy, a little boy with brown hair wiggled in front of him and reached for the chicken noodle soup a few shelves too high for him
  • Yoosung reached up for the soup can and handed it to the boy, feeling his heart swell when the little boy gave him a large grin and a thank you before running back off to a woman further down the aisle
  • When the woman turned to look at the boy Yoosung had to make a double take, it was you
  • Looking at that boy closer now, he looked a lot like himself, and was about five or six
  • And that’s when it all clicked, that boy was Yoosung’s
  • That boy was his
  • He went to speak to you, figure out his child’s name but as soon as you saw him you rushed away; taking your son with you


  • Everything was overwhelming, his contracts, his co-stars, his managers
  • But when he came home to you everything weighing down on him would feel like less because you would ease all of his worries
  • It’d been two years, two amazing years with you at his side but only known by him and the RFA
  • His managers wouldn’t let him be with you in public, wouldn’t let you get married, wouldn’t let you have anything
  • Zen knew you needed someone who could truly love you and cherish you the way he wished he could so with a heavy heart he broke up with you
  • Watching you leave broke him more than he thought anything ever could, you leaving the RFA hurt more because now he knew there was near no chance he’d see you again
  • Zen suffered through another five years without you, he tried dating but no one could seem to compare to you
  • He was watching one of his friend’s kids in a park one morning, as his friend had a sudden call from work, when the set of twins brought a little girl over to meet him
  • He couldn’t help but think she looked like you, which was a somber thought in itself, he’d always wanted to have kids with you
  • The twins were gushing about the little girl whilst she braided a strand of hair that had fallen out of the bun on top of her head
  • Upon seeing her concentrated face he was surprisingly reminded of himself, that facial expression was one of his. He knew this only because you’d loved it when he made that face and often took pictures of him when he was making it
  • As the three went off to play on the jungle gym he continued to ponder it, until he heard a call for the girl that sounded incredibly like your voice
  • So he followed the little girl as she ran to her mother and felt his heart shatter when he saw you pick her up and prop her on one of your hips
  • This girl was maybe five, which meant you either cheated on Zen-which was impossible-or she was his
  • “MC, please wait!”
  • When you’d seen him you looked so conflicted, the only thing he could tell from your expression was that that girl was his, irrefutably


  • “Jumin I’ve told you several times that I do not condone this marriage.”
  • “Father you don’t understand, I love her; more than anything. She isn’t with me for money, or power she just wants me.”
  • “Her or the company, her or me.”
  • “Her-”
  • “Jumin, choose the company. Don’t throw away your life for me, you’ve worked too hard for this.”
  • That was one of the last times Jumin had heard your voice, had seen you.
  • The next time was the last, the morning after when you had your bags.
  • When you kissed him and left he felt his world slowly becoming darker and darker until finally everything felt grey
  • The years seemed to meld together and soon enough it’d been seven years, seven long, long years without you
  • He never realized how many schools he passed everyday, how many houses that could hold a family, all of the parks where he could’ve taken your shared children
  • But you never had any children, hell you barely had each other before his father made you leave forever
  • As he was sat in traffic he noticed he was right in front of an elementary school
  • Parents were dropping off their children, his eyes being drawn to a woman who looked a lot like you dropping off her son
  • It felt bitter sweet to think of you like this, but then he felt his heart stop
  • The woman turned as her son ran off into the school and he’d have to be blind to not realize that was you
  • He thought back to the little boy you’d dropped off, no, no that boy couldn’t be his. You would’ve told him. You would’ve asked for his help
  • But all he could think about was the what if, the possibility that this boy could be his and that he had a family. A family that he could run to, one that he would willingly give up everything for
  • He knew he wasn’t supposed to, and he knew that this would only hurt him more but there was no turning back
  • He stared at the door to your home, where you and your son lived. Where the father to that boy lived
  • So when he knocked and a little boy that looked almost identical to him answered he was shocked
  • The father did not live here, because the father was definitely him and he abandoned his family before his son was even born
  • And then you showed up at the door and all of the color drained from your face as soon as you saw him
  • “Sweetheart, go to your room okay?”
  • As the boy ran away Jumin didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know if he should say something, do something
  • “What are you doing here?”


  • Seven always ran away from his problems, always ran away from everything important to him, always ran away from anything that happened to him 
  • And you, God, you were the best thing that has ever come into his life and he didn’t want to lose you
  • But he didn’t want to ruin you either, so he left. No words, no warnings, he just left you with enough money to get where you need to go
  • At first he always kept one of his computer screens trained on any information about you
  • After a few months though he stopped checking, you were going on without him and he was dying without you
  • Sometimes he’d go to check on you and stop, if he fell back into this hole where he can’t focus because you’re all that he can think about
  • And then he laughs because he never left that hole in the first place
  • After four years he finally hacked back into your life and he shattered
  • You’d had sons, a set of twins, and when searching up their birth certificate there it was, his name in your handwriting 
  • Saeyoung Choi
  • How had no one contacted him over his boys?
  • He wondered how hard it must’ve been for you
  • He didn’t deny the fact that he had abandoned you, he ran away like he always did
  • Everyday for four years you were reminded of the person you loved with no hesitation, the person who left you
  • Seven only caved in on himself, he lost you, he never met his sons, missed four years of their lives, missed every day with you
  • And he’d only miss more because he couldn’t insert himself in your lives now, not after everything he’d done


  • V knew that you were the one he’d been waiting for, he knew that you were so much better for him than Rika had ever been
  • In the back of his head though, there was a nagging voice that was telling him he wasn’t enough for you
  • So he broke up with you, after long hours of contemplation he knew it was the best for you
  • To get V out of your life
  • He didn’t see you cry, he didn’t see you reach out to him, but he heard the door close when you left
  • Eight years, three since the surgery, eight since he’d broken up with you
  • He’d done his best to be happy, he visited Jumin more, tried to make up with Yoosung and Seven
  • He was with Jumin at lunch when a little girl ran up to him
  • She had the brightest little blue eyes that V had ever seen in his life, and they were incredibly wide as she stared at him
  • “Your hair is so pretty!” She jumped in exclamation, then turned to Jumin who was sat next to V and whispered, “it’s so blue.”
  • “Honey, you don’t just run up to people. I’m sorry-”
  • Maybe if you hadn’t been preoccupied with your daughter you would’ve noticed the two sooner, but when you looked up to apologize there they were, your old friends
  • And there was V, with the exact same startled expression as the girl who was behind your legs
  • “MC, who is she?”
  • It wasn’t impossible to notice Jumin had left, it was actually blatantly obvious as he was the only one moving at the table
  • “My daughter.”
  • “How old is she?”
  • When you didn’t say anything V knew, how could he not? This little girl looked just like him
  • Aside the blue hair of course
  • “Why didn’t you tell me?”
  • “I’ve gotta go.”
  • “MC-”
  • “I’ve gotta go.”
  • And you were gone, with his daughter and he didn’t know what to do


  • “I told you I don’t need you!”
  • “Saeran you don’t mean that-”
  • You didn’t expect him to hit you, but one second you were stood and the next you were on the ground with a pulsing cheek, a bleeding cheek
  • You left, you didn’t pack your things or say goodbye to Seven
  • You left because Saeran didn’t want you anymore, and most of all because you weren’t putting up with his abusive bullshit
  • Saeran on the other hand immediately regretted everything
  • Of course he needed you
  • He’ll always need you
  • But how is he supposed to get you back now?
  • He could only watch you from afar
  • And he didn’t even do that
  • You always knew when he was there, you always knew him better than anyone else ever would
  • Seven was so mad at Saeran that he knew he’d lost everything, that there was no way to get you back
  • Saeran didn’t get out much, so the passing of five years felt much longer than it had been
  • Especially when there was no sign of you at all
  • He had to find you, there was no other choice
  • So he looked into you, everything you’d been doing ever since you’d left
  • Proving to himself that you’re better off without him, and then he sees it
  • Twin girls, they didn’t look like him. They looked almost identical to you except one of them had his eyes
  • He knew they were his, they were old enough, the one had his eyes, and normally twins were born to people who held the twin gene
  • It was blatant to him that they were his
  • He just stared at a photo of the three of you, wishing he could’ve been there but knowing that if he had been he would’ve ruined his girls’ lives, and yours
  • He would stay away because everything he touches always leaves, always gets ruined
Pink Suit


Y’all … the Today Show outfit ruined me. This one is a little different (don’t let the NSFW scare you, it’s no where near true smut) and I had fun with it. Let me know what you think!

You could feel the energy outside as soon as you took your spot near the stage – the fans around you were buzzing with excitement. Screams of “I love you” and “HARRY!!!” echoed in your ears as you watched him take the stage. He was trying to hide the smirk on his face as he came toward the mic, but he was too excited.

He’d been talking about this performance for days. Harry was an adrenaline junky and lived for performing. He’d come home, talking nonstop at late hours of the night, going on and on about how this and that happened – you knew that this was where he belonged. The break he took from the band was good, but it was even better now that his entrance back into the music world was exploding.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he stood above everyone else – the pink of his suit glowing in the morning sun. It was a good color on him, bold even, but you would have expected nothing less from him.

It was a few nights ago that you’d helped him pick out this suit. There were many options, ranging from simple button-ups with his famous black Skinnies to full-on printed suits like the one he’d worn for SNL. Harry looked good in everything he put on, you thought, but he was still searching for the perfect one. 

“Love, what do you think?” he asked, coming around the corner from your closet. You were laying on the bed, scrolling through your phone while he changed. He stood, eyes focused on your reaction. He turned toward the full-length mirror, still waiting for your opinion, and pursed his lips in concentration. You could tell he adored the suit, but wanted a second thought.

It was something you loved about him; he was confident and sure, but was always humble enough to take others’ opinions into consideration.

“I think it looks incredible,” you started, “It’s so … you.”

He laughed, turning back to you, “Me?”

“Well, you know, you’re not scared of fashion,” you said nervously, “I didn’t mean it like it–,”

He laughed, interrupting your nervous chatter, “I know, m’just checkin’.”

Blushing, you smiled, “I really do like this one, babe.”

He met your smile and looked into your eyes for a quick moment, and then ducked in for a kiss. It would have been an innocent and sweet one, had he not held it out for more than a few seconds, but this was left on your lips with a trace of want. He’d of taken it farther had it not been for the new suit he was sporting. It took you by surprise, and by the time your brain registered what was happening, it was gone and he was walking off to change back into comfortable clothes. He walked away too quickly to be sure, but you could have sworn he was smirking on his way back to the closet.

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The Secret (6)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

“Zoe, the movie’s about to start!” you shouted through your apartment, throwing a handful of popcorn into your mouth while the opening credits of another Disney film lit up your TV screen. This was how you spent your Sundays with Zoe, being lazy and watching movies while the weather grew colder outside. It was definitely colder in Seoul than what you were used to in your hometown.

Zoe came into the living room huffing and puffing with her lips pulled into a pout. “We can’t watch the movie. I can’t find Mr Snuggles,” she grumbled, climbing onto the sofa to check behind it.

“Have you checked the bathroom? You were giving Mr Snuggles a bath in the sink this morning,” you remembered, holding her hand so she could safely jump off the sofa and sprint out of the room again.

Five seconds later, Zoe’s voice echoed from the bathroom. “I found him!”

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The Many Faces of Victor Nikiforov - Episode 1

So for the anniversary of Yuri!!! on Ice airing, I’ve decided to start my Victor expressions series (to match my Yuuri series) and post 1 a week to match the air dates!

We can actually learn a lot about Victor in just this episode, especially if you compare how he looks when skating at 15 vs 27 years old. We also learn about a few of Victor’s different sides – namely what he’s like in private, in public, and in front of the media. The one outlying expression to all of that in this entire episode is the very first time we see him – in the scene cut away from time with only Victor and Yuuri. I believe that this scene is incredibly meaningful… considering the next time we see that expression on Victor isn’t until episode 9, I don’t feel that this is jumping to too many conclusions.

A few notes on some of the other gifs chosen:

The one with him holding up his medal honestly hurts my soul. This is the best example of his media face – it’s empty. There’s nothing there. The smile is just a trained reaction to outward attention that he doesn’t know how to process or confront sincerely.

The third gif, where he’s just standing around before taking note of the feeling of (Yuuri’s) eyes on him, is a great neutral expression. It’s not his private face, but it’s also not his public one. It’s the best example of what Victor’s most natural neutral is.

The second Stammi Vicino gif showcases a break in his persona. Although I do believe that Aria is Victor’s first time trying to skate a program that is purely him and not all an act, he doesn’t have much experience portraying – or even really being – himself yet. So we can look at this moment as a break in his mask, even if that mask is Victor himself.

The gif of him thinking in front of the camera after being asked what his plans for his career are… He looks down and to the left. What this means, in regards to memory recall/imagination, is that he’s remembering a past event. We know after episode 10 that this past event is the banquet and so we know for a fact that he’s been thinking on Yuuri’s proposition to go to Japan and coach for over the past 3 months. Therefore, his decision to leave Russia wasn’t just on an impulse, but was a carefully planned choice.

Which brings us to the second last one, the moment of decision. I feel like this is the exact moment when Victor is pushed from “I’m not sure if this is what I want to do” to “this is what I want to do”. This is probably the best skating Victor (or anyone) has ever seen Yuuri do, and Victor can see both the potential in that (that Yuuri has the technical skills) and the underlying meaning of what Stammi as a program holds mirrored back to him (that Yuuri has the skills to express the emotional meaning to a program). Yuuri paints himself as a perfect opportunity for Victor in both the Life & Love respects, and Victor decides right here that he wants to take it.

And finally, the last gif. People tend to initially get one of two different reactions to this scene – they either laugh or they get embarrassed. But I’d like to take a second, once people can move past that reaction to point something out. When Yuuri barges into the onsen fully clothed, Victor has his neutral face on. But then he stands up and, as we see here, takes a second to steel himself before finally slipping on his friendly smile and pulling out words that he’s probably been rehearsing in his mind for quite a while (anywhere from just the plane ride to the last 3 months). But the split second where he takes a breath before delving in and making his first impression speaks to me because it shows us that this isn’t his natural first reaction. When we think of it that way, we can glean a lot about his true persona.

I didn’t originally plan on adding meta to this but there you are! Most of this information we can gather without having watched the other 11 episodes and I believe that having an appreciation of just how much we truly see of Victor in just this first episode is really important.

I hope you enjoyed and look forward to more! :) Happy 1 year YoI Anniversary!

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Bonus because I love his skating too much to not add more (and his jumps are beautiful):


I’m not sure these gifs even get across what I want to say, but while watching Rogue One I had such a fangirl moment looking at Vader’s fighting style.

Not that I know anything of Lightsaber forms, mind you. Because that’s probably not what I mean. I mean the cute little thing he does by raising his left arm to his chest when fighting one-handed. He only does it very slightly in the second gif, so, maybe a picture comparison can get across what I noticed better:


NurseyWeek Prompt #2 - Surprise

Bitty almost jumps out of his skin when the Haus’ front door bangs open, the loud slam of wood against wall echoing through the hallway and reaching Bitty where he had been sitting placidly at the kitchen table. He relaxes when he recognizes Nursey in the archway of the room, but something about the way he’s standing makes Bitty double take.

It looks like someone took Nursey and gave him a good shake, sloughing off all that hipster cool that he so carefully cultivates for his everyday persona. Nursey’s lost the regular slouch in his shoulders, the serene look on his face; now, he’s swaying slightly, legs and arms tucked tight into his body. It’s like he’s unconsciously trying to take up as small a space as he can, which, being a 6’2” college athlete, isn’t all that small. His curls are slightly mussed, and he has lines of exhaustion written across his face.

“Bits,” he says, a note of solemnity in his quiet voice, “I need your help.”

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Telling Them Off

Requested: Hi!!! Maybe an imagine where like y/n is getting a lot of hate from Shawns fans and like one time a fan starts insulting her in front of Shawn and he becomes all protective. P.S. Love your blog! It’s really one of the best ones!!! 💖💖💖


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You’ve just arrived at the Toronto airport with Shawn to fly to Japan. You happened to have a break from school at the same time he was scheduled to go to Japan, so he asked you to go with him. Since you barely get to see him while you have school because you’re so busy, you didn’t want to miss out on the chance to spend time with him when you were finally on break. In the year that you’ve been dating Shawn, you sometimes find yourself overwhelmed whenever you’re flying with him. You already don’t like airplanes because they freak you out, but it doesn’t help that there are almost always tons of fans waiting at the airport trying to get pictures with Shawn.

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Make Me: Part 2

Prompt: Don’t think for a second that I don’t love you

AN: This is going up a bit late, because I kept rewriting it, but I really enjoyed it. This is part 2 to yesterday’s prompt. It was actually a tie between Dick and Damian, so I incorporated both.

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Part One

Your fists bang against the punching bag in a rapid succession. Sweat is dripping down your back, but you do your best to ignore it as you grab the bag and ram your knee into it several times. Your breathing is heavy at this point, and you take a step back.

          You crouch down and put your head in-between your knees, and try to catch your breath. Suddenly the light is gone, and terry cloth is blocking your eyes. You pull the towel off and look up. You find your eyes staring back at you.

          “Hello little brother.”

          “You’re not sleeping.”

          You grin. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

          He frowns. “You’re in the same room as when I left. Please tell me you’ve at least eaten in the eight hours since I left for school.”

          You stare at your brother. “I promise you that I have left the dojo, that I have eaten, and that I have slept.”

          He crosses his arms. “Try it again, without letting your tells show.”

          You towel off and say, “Everything was the truth, with the exception of the sleep bit.”

          “That’s the third day in a row.”

          You sigh as you begin walking out of the gym, Damian hot on your heels. “I’m well aware of my own sleep patterns. Thank you very much.”

          “I’m worried, Y/N.”

          You turn on him, and you give him a small glare. “Just because you’re taller than me does not mean that I can’t still put you on your ass, Damian. Now, from the way you’re dressed I can only assume that you have some sort of mission, and you’ve come to tell me that you’ll be gone for a few days?”

          Damian just nods. “I’ll be gone for three days. I’ll come and find you when I’m back. Hopefully you’ll be a little less cranky when that time comes.”

          You let the jab fly as you watch him leave. You let out a curse when he’s out of earshot before turning and punching the wall. You frown at the dent there.

          “Apparently, the hot temper is a Wayne family trait.”

          You turn to look into blue eyes. “If you met my grandfather, you’d know it’s an Al Ghul trait.”

          Dick stops in front of you. “I have met your grandfather. Watched Bruce kick his ass more than once.”

          You smile at the thought, before a warm calloused hand takes your own cold one. The other goes to your forehead. “You’re freezing,” he murmurs.

          You take a step back. “I’ve always run on cold. Damian used to complain about it when we were younger. When he was four he brought me this big cozy blanket and he’d cuddle with me during the winter. Then our grandfather found out and he forbade it. Said it would make him soft, and leaders can’t be soft.”

          Dick tugs on your hand. You follow and ask, “Where are we going?”

          Dick just smiles and says, “To do the one thing that makes everything better; eat pie.”

          Thirty minutes later finds the two of you half way through one of Alfred’s peanut butter pies.

          “So how are you settling in?” You shrug. He gives you another grin. “That well, hunh?”

          “It’s another place, where I’m surrounded by people, and yet still alone.”

“I know the feeling.”

          You raise an eyebrow. “Do you now, Boy Wonder?”

          “That’s Mr. Boy Wonder to you, and yeah, I do. I was Bruce Wayne’s adopted kid, I was teased a lot in the beginning, especially when the kids at school found out about the circus. Even in the teams, I was always the leader and that separates you from people. It’s probably not near the extent of what you feel but …”

          “I find that comparing and judging experiences is never a good idea. Trying to rationalize feelings or make some else’s greater than yours devalues your own. Pain is pain, it can’t be measured.”

          He smiles. “Very philosophical.”

          “I read a lot.”

          There’s another moment of silence before he says, “Have you and Bruce talked at all.”

          You shake your head. “He’s focused on the mission at hand. I’ve invited a threat on his family, and he wants it gone. I can understand that.”

          “You’re his family too. You’re his daughter,” Dick says gently.

          “I’m also twenty-six, Dick. I don’t need a dad anymore. Personally I’m just happy that Damian has him. That they’ve formed some sort of relationship, and that he rescued him from that life.”

          “And what about you?”

          “I’m fine on my own.”

          “Everyone needs someone.”

          You feel something stir at those words, and you smile a bit as you lean in and say, “Are you offering, Dick?”

          He raises an eyebrow. “We’ve only known each other for two months.”

          “And I’ve been under house arrest that entire time, I’m bored out of my mind, and for all I know Slade could burst in at any minute and kill me. Personally, I think it would be a very nice FU to screw the one man he hates more than my father.” Now you’re close to him, your lips just inches from his, your hand on his chest, over his heart. You can feel it speeding up.

          “Damian will kill me.”

          You lean in and right before you kiss him you say, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from the munchkin.”

          He’s surprisingly gentle and attentive. You’re used to wham, bam, thank you ma’am; one night stands that end with you leaving the guy in bed, but the more you kiss this man, the more you realize there is no leaving him. And as he pulls you to him, and wraps his arms around you afterwards, you feel just the tiniest bit of warmth. That night, you sleep through the whole night for the first time in six years.

          You don’t put a label on it. It’s more than friends with benefits, but less than dating. You keep it on the down low for the next three months, until Damian catches you with Dick’s tongue shoved down your throat. You have to make good on your promise that night, as you attempt to calm Damian down, and end a feud before it starts.

          “I can’t believe you’re doing it with Grayson!” You watch your little brother pace back and forth in front of you. “He’s my brother!”

          You smirk. “Well he is most certainly not my brother.” Damian growls, and you walk up to him “I sleep through the night with him.”

          That stops him cold. “What?”

          You repeat yourself, “I sleep through the night when I’m next to him. For some reason I trust him.”

          Damian stares at you dumbfounded. “Do you love him?”

          You cross your arms over your chest. “There’s no room for love in my life until Slade Wilson has been wiped off of this Earth.”

          “There’s always an excuse.” You bristle, as you slide into a defensive position, only to see your father standing there.  He looks at you and says, “Follow me, please.”

          Damian just rolls his eyes and move forward until Bruce suddenly says, “Not you, your sister.”

          You’re a bit shocked at that as you move forward to follow him into his study. You sit in one of the chairs he keeps there for reading and asks, “How long have you known?”

          He smiles. “Since I came home from patrol to find one of Alfred’s pies only half eaten. Those are only abandoned for something a bit more tempting.”

          He sits down in the seat across from you. “We haven’t really talked since you came to stay here.”

          You shrug. “You’ve been busy. Focused on the objective. I understand that.”

          He nods. “You really do, and that’s what scares me.” Your eyes narrow a bit and he leans back in his chair. “Just because we haven’t spoken much, doesn’t mean we haven’t been observing each other. Just like it doesn’t mean that we haven’t dug up all the dirt we can on each other.”

          “What did you find?”

          “That your mother’s assessment is true. You are my daughter. A lot of one night stands, but nothing meaningful. Focused on the job at hand, and willing to push everything to the side to accomplish it. Even if it means losing your happiness.” He pauses before saying, “I don’t want you to turn out like me.”

          “What makes you think I would?”

          “I saw it in your eyes, as you talked to Damian. When you said you could sleep through the night next to him you realized that you had already fallen for him, that you were becoming somewhat dependent on him, and for a flash of a second I could see the panic in your body language, because when we depend on people, when we love people, we risk losing them, and being left alone, and that is terrifying.”

          You lean back in your seat. “Speaking from experience?”

          “Very much so.”

          You look him in the eye. “Would you do it differently? The past? If you could?”

          “Yes. But I can’t. I can however change things now, starting with our relationship.”

          You smirk. “You mean you want to build one?”

          He shrugs. “If it’s possible.”

          You smirk. “We’re Wayne’s, anything is possible.” You stand up from the chair and place a kiss on his cheek. “You have time for a spar tomorrow morning?”

          He smiles and places a hand on your shoulder. “Six o’clock work?”

          You nod. “Sounds good.” Then you leave the room.

          You find Dick in the gym. He’s on the rings. You watch him for several minutes before he dismounts. He smiles at you and you move towards him. Without any warning you wrap your arms around his neck and you kiss him.

          His own arms wrap around you, and when you pull away you say, “I can sleep next to you.”

          Dick’s brow furrows in confusion and he says, “I’m sorry?”

          You smile. “I’ve never been good at sleeping. I think it’s this mixture of PTSD and anxiety, but I’ve always been a light sleeper, and never one to sleep through the whole night. During particularly rough periods I’d go without sleep until I collapsed from exhaustion. That first night we were together was the first night I had not only slept through the night, but slept next to another person. For some reason I trusted you, and that scares me.”

          Dick pushes some hair out of your eyes and says, “That’s understandable.”

          “This is more than sex; I feel something for you. I think it’s love and that scares me because neither side of my family has ever been good with love. We manipulate, or we push away, but we never actually love. I don’t want to be like that. I love you Richard Grayson, and that terrifies me.”

          He smiles and kisses you again before saying, “And don’t you think for a second that I don’t love you.”

           You smile. “I may not be very good with this, at least not at first.”

          Dick just smiles and says, “Well lucky for you, I am an excellent teacher.”

           You’re just about to kiss him again, when there’s a loud explosion, then something hits you in the back of the head, and everything goes dark.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: episode 20 of akame ga kill was fucking bullshit. lubbocks death was bullshit. i did not believe this death for one fucking second, it was completely illogical. like look, look, we was sucked in shuras weird portal on the goddamn ground, so why would it open in the sky, why the hell would it just open in the sky? just so he could fall to his fucking death and don't try to tell me that he didn't have enough wire left to save himself, there was still wire on his thingy thing right there and lubbock is clever, he could have done something even with not much to work with and god almighty don't get me started on these pointy poles that impaled him because of course it wouldnt be enough to smash his body into the ground, no he needed to be impaled also and where the fuck, where the fuck, where. th. fuck. did these poles come from, they were just kinda there??? they were just tHERE?? like correct me if im wrong but they werent there before? dont you just hate it when random poles just sprout out of the fucking earth and impale your favorite character like they dont even give a shit, i hate this, i hate this show, i hate everythi
Home - Part 3 - Bruce Banner X Daughter!Reader

Part 1

Part 2



Summary: After Tony drives you home in hopes to build up a friendship, you get to show your skills as Bucky becomes in need of some help.

Warnings: None.

Words: 3 193+

A/N: Ahh so here’s another part!! Thank you everyone that’s been saying so much nice things about this series and wanted more. It means a lot!

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

She walked out of her classroom, holding her geography book tightly in her hand as she was continuously bumped into in the busy hallway. She managed to get to her locker and exchange the geography book for her biochemistry one.

“Hey!” Peter startled her by appearing out of nowhere. She gasped, letting out a sigh as she could have sworn her heart had stopped beating for a second.

She looked to her left and at him. “What are you doing here? I thought you said your English was canceled?” She looked up at the large clock above the entrance, counting it to be almost two and a half hours that Peter would have stayed in school without a reason.

“It was, but I had to do some, eh… Homework - Yes - Homework, which I did in the library.” He was a terrible liar.

“You’re lying.” She stated. “You lick your lips every time after you lie I’ve learned from the dozens of times you’ve told Professor Carmichael that you have a sore throat whenever he asks you to read poems before the class.”

“I don’t do that.” He claimed, his tongue darting out, causing her to chuckle as she began to close her locker and head for the doors out.

“Whatever you say, Peter. Whatever you say-” She silenced herself as she came out and saw a bright orange sports car parked at the bottom of the stairs leading up to their school. Tony was leaning against it, casually ignoring the large crowd of students that had gathered around him to gawk and take pictures.

Both Peter and Y/N looked at each other in panic just when Tony looked up from his phone and noticed the duo.

“There you are!” He called out, the entire crowd turning to look up the stairs to where Y/N and Peter stood like two deer’s caught in the headlights of a car, which wasn’t far from the truth.

Y/N made the first move and slowly began to head down the stairs. Peter followed her carefully, trying to ignore everyone staring. The crowd cleared a small path as Y/N approached, wondering what she had to do with the richest man in New York who just so happened to be Iron Man as well.

“Parker. Aunt May called, she wants you home, pronto.” Tony pointed to Peter before pointing down the street. Peter wasted no time but hurried out of the circle of students to head home. He would have wanted to stay behind, considering how he had waited two and a half hours just so he and Y/N could go home together, but he didn’t want to defy Tony.

“Chop chop, Banner.” Tony clapped his hands together, walking around the car to the driver seat. “In the car we go.”

She felt her cheeks burn red as the car door automatically opened for her and Tony repeated for her to get in. Students still took pictures, some she even recognized from her own classes, which didn’t exactly make her feel any better.

She climbed inside the passenger seat, watching the door descend and close after her. Tony roared with the engine and the crowd moved aside, making way as Tony began to drive.

“How was your day? How are you?” Tony had a quirk to his tone like he knew exactly what he had just done, which she didn’t doubt was true.

“Ehm…” She stared blankly at the road ahead, recalling swinging down New York with Peter, not to mention the situation she was in at that moment. “Interesting.”

“I’ve noticed… You and Parker went on a little adventure this morning. At least that’s what the news channels are claiming.” Tony said nonchalantly and her eyes snapped to him.

“They are?”

Every single one.” He assured, taking a left and leaving the school block. She wanted to ask if he was mad about what had happened, but she was too afraid the answer would be yes.

She cleared her throat. “You said Aunt May wanted Peter home?” She questioned and Tony instantly knew what she was after.

“His parents died a long time ago and he moved in with his aunt and uncle after that. His uncle, Ben, he passed away a few years ago however. Now it’s just Aunt May and him.” Tony explained and Y/N could feel her heart drop. Peter always seemed so happy. She had no idea he had gone through such a rough childhood. She wished she would have known, but what would have changed? Most likely nothing. “She doesn’t know about his whole Spiderling business though, so don’t show up at his place asking for another ride to school, or whatever.”

She wouldn’t. Preferably, she would wait quite a while before she would follow Peter for another “ride”.

“How are you?” Tony asked, his voice a little more tense. It was awkward for him to talk to her, but only because he wasn’t sure how to act or what to say. He hadn’t even known she existed for twenty four hours. He liked her already. She was smart, brilliant actually, and that she was Bruce’s daughter raised in a family that did not support her talents made him feel oddly protective. He couldn’t explain it. His mind had drifted and thought about how it could be because he had no kids of his own, and Y/N and Peter were the only kids around, but he hated to think about it. He felt too vulnerable when he did.

“You already asked me?” She raised a brow, looking over at him as his subtle smirk was gone, looking almost troubled instead.

“You know, I’m just making sure you’re cool. Moving in with earth’s mightiest heroes can be a drastic change.” He slowed down at a red light before stopping.

Making sure I’m cool.” She quoted him, letting out a short breath as she smiled. “Yeah, I’m cool.”

“What? Am I not in on the teen lango?” He questioned and she laughed louder.

“No, no, you’re definitely up to date.” She said sarcastically, looking out he window to her side as they were slowly progressing from Queens to Brooklyn.

Tony became silent, feeling like he should give her some room to breathe. She had a lot to think about, even he could understand that. She was good at adjusting, for her own sake if anything. She was already starting to feel at place with the Avengers and to have Peter as a friend, to sleep almost a hundred floors above the ground and have her own workshop with state of the arc tech.

“Wait…” She suddenly began to think. “Why are you picking me up from school?”

Tony realized he hadn’t explained why he had showed up unannounced after her class was over. “Well, I tried to text you and say I was on my way, but you never replied. I thought you should get a more safe ride home compared to this morning…”

She furrowed her brows and scrambled for her phone in her pocket. As she pressed the home button, she had had a text from an unknown number, which she definitely knew was Tony’s upon reading it.

“I’m sorry. The speakers are broken so I can’t hear when I get any notifications-” Tony suddenly held a phone out in front of her, flawless and something that definitely didn’t exist on the market for anyone to buy. “What?”

“It’s your new phone.” He said and sighed as she didn’t take the phone, dropping it in her lap instead. She quickly snatched it in fear that it would fall. “You have the teams numbers already, access to Friday, a gps system of my own design, screen projection, unlimited data, double lensed camera, a dashing 250 gigabyte of storage and access to the online storage unit that everyone in the Tower has… Need I say more?”

“No you definitely don’t cause I can’t take this.” She refused, holding the phone carefully, afraid she was going to as much as scratch it.

Tony let out an even louder sigh. “When are you going to cut this out? This constant denial of my gifts? In the time we’ve argued about you getting this phone, I’ve earned enough money to make at least ten more.”

She opened her mouth to speak but shut it as she couldn’t think of what to say. It was such an unusual thing for her to received gifts. She had a hard time simply accepting them.

“I don’t know what to say.” She admitted, looking down at her new phone in her left hand and her old one in her right. The difference, both in technology and condition, was almost embarrassing.

“A simple thank you usually does the trick.”

“Thank you.” She blurted out. “Heaven knows I could use 250 gigabytes of storage… But, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s Friday? Except a day of the week?”

“Friday?” Tony called out like she was speaking to someone. “Could you explain to Ms. Banner here what you are?”

Of course, sir.” A female voice came through over the radio, Y/N eyes widening as she stared down at the speakers. “Hello Y/N Banner. My name is Friday. I am an Artificial Intelligence program designed and created by Mr. Stark. I can aid you with a large variety of things, such as delivering messages to members of the Avengers, search for information on the internet and in any unique files that reach your level of classification. Do not hesitate to ask for my help. If your request is beyond my capability, I will do my best to solve your issue with other means.”

Y/N’s lips were parted, eyes still glued to the speakers even after Friday had stoped talking.

“She’s my second AI. The first one was called Jarvis, but he turned into the Vision, so now I have Friday around.”

What?!” Y/N exclaimed, turning in her seat towards Tony as every single thing he said, did or showed made absolutely zero sense or was far beyond what her mind was able to process. “I feel dizzy.”

“You’ve never seen an AI before?” He questioned after her intense reaction.

“Not in person, but I’ve never heard them turning into… Into…” She couldn’t find the right word.

“Humanoid cape dude with a stone in his forehead?” Tony suggested.

She sunk down in her seat, defeated. “Yeah… Exactly.”

“Well, you’ll get used to it, Banner. In the world of superheroes, things are never what you think they are… You though Peter was a normal guy in your school. Turns out he’s Spider Man.”

She had realized by that point, and that was one thing she had yet to adjust to. Her life was going to be a lot more strange with the Avengers than it had been in her little house in Murray Hills with her mom. Strange wasn’t at all a bad thing though. She would take strange over dull and repetitive any day. She had always felt like she was a lively soul trapped in a apathetic life. If she had the option to break out her true self and live an exciting life, she would. If that meant casually discussing how an Artificial Intelligence program managed to turn into what practically is a living thing, so be it.

“Home sweet home.” Tony said after another fifteen minutes in the car, the Stark Tower appearing before them. “I think your dad said he wanted to see you when we got home.”

She had planned on seeing him anyway. “Do you know where he is?”

Tony looked up at her before glancing down to the radio, nudging his head towards it. “Why don’t you ask Friday?” He wanted her to get familiar with how Friday worked, and the best way to learn is to do.

Y/N cleared her throat, looking down at the radio. “Friday? Where is my dad? I mean- Dr. Banner?”

You father is currently in his laboratory, Ms. Banner. Should I tell him that you’re arriving shortly?” Friday proposed, which wasn’t a half bad idea.

“Yeah, do that… Thanks.”

My pleasure, Miss.”

“See?” Tony raised his brows. “She doesn’t bite.”

“Ha ha.” Y/N laughed sarcastically, watching the garage gate open up as they approached. They drove inside, driving to the second floor of the indoors parking lot where she hadn’t been yet. As they reached it, her lips parted again as she took in the sight of a dozens sports cars, all bearing a license plate with Tony’s last name and a number. She wondered if he numbers stood for its place in Tony’s collection, but she didn’t want to ask as she saw some of the high numbers.

“What are your plans for the weekend?” Tony asked as they got out of the car together, heading for the elevator further away. “Because you do know it’s the weekend, right? You haven’t studied away your sense of time?”

“Just because I confessed to liking school doesn’t mean I live and breathe it.” She rolled her eyes, stepping inside the sleek lift. “I’m planning on getting my workshop in order, maybe do a quick drive to Murray Hills and get some of the stuff I didn’t manage to get with me.”

“If you need a ride, please call me and not Parker? Allow your old man to rest easy knowing you’re not dangling a hundred feet up in the air by a thread, literally, a thread.”

She let out a small laugh. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

They came to the floor of her dad’s laboratory as well as her workshop and one of Tony’s, if you ignored the fact that they were all practically his. She began to make her way to her dad but Tony stayed in the elevator.

“I’ll catch you at dinner. I have some work to do.” He promised, the doors barely staying open long enough for him to speak. She didn’t linger in the hall however but continued until she came to her dad’s lab.

“Knock knock.” She said whilst tapping twice on the door. Bruce stood by a screen, looking over at what seemed to blue prints of some kind.

“Hey!” His tired expression turned into a wide smile, quickly stepping away from the screen and taking a few steps closer to her. “How was school?”

“Good! How was your day?” She looked around his lab. “Any new, innovative projects going on?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’ve been working with the Quinjet engine today actually. It’s in need of some upgrading and I took on the task of doing it.” He pointed back to the screen. “I may be a nuclear physicist but I know my way around a jet engine or two.”

“What is the Quinjet really?” She wondered, looking at the blueprints he pointed at which showed the aircraft’s engine alone. Bruce then turned the screen around to face them and moved the current blueprint away to show a new one which showed a whole depiction of the Quinjet.

“Woah…” She gasped when the doors suddenly opened behind her, which it seemed to do an awful a lot. She couldn’t help but silently wonder if people didn’t know how to knock.

Bucky came in, a bit startled by the fact that Bruce wasn’t alone. “I- I’m sorry if I’m interrupting, but Tony is busy and my arm is bugging from the damn improvement he did… Improvement, my ass.” He murmured.

Y/N couldn’t help but stare at the bionic arm, which happened to be hanging limply at the moment, but was incredible nonetheless.

“I’m not sure how the mechanism is built up, James. I’m sorry.” Bruce admitted, dragging his right hand up and down his neck. “I barely even know where to start.”

Y/N looked between her dad and Bucky. She thought back to the ride home with Tony, when she had been told not to decline Tony’s gifts all the time. It had also made her realize that she shouldn’t be afraid to be a bit bolder. She wasn’t going to start cliff jumping or go on a spontaneous trip around the world, but she was tired of being so restrained by her own insecurity. She wasn’t living with her mom anymore and she need to realize that. She was allowed to be herself.

“Would you mind if I took a quick peak?” She asked hesitantly. Bucky looked from Bruce to her, raising a brow. Even Bruce was a bit surprised. If she offered her help, it was because she was confident with in the field she was needed. He just didn’t think she was so skilled that she thought she could handle Bucky’s metal arm.

“You’re into technology and science… Stuff?” He questioned. He hadn’t been able to get an impression of her in the short time that she had been around nor had he gotten to know her. That she was gifted with knowledge and skill like her father shouldn’t have been a surprise to him, yet it was.

Quite.” She put it vaguely.

Bucky thought for a minute before shrugging his shoulders, which only ended up being one shoulder due to the bug that had shut his limb off. “Why not.” He gave in and pulled a chair up to a metal workbench in the middle of the room.

Y/N watched as Bucky used his flesh hand to lift his entire bionic arm onto the table, the limb landing with a loud clink. She gathered some tools, Bruce helping her, and took another chair and put it on the opposite side of the workbench.

She grabbed a screwdriver and flipped his arm around so that the palm was up, struggling slightly with the weight. She undid the screws and removed the panel which they had been keeping in place. She was so efficient that Bucky was a bit taken back. If he had been in her shoes, he would barely understand where to open his arm up. She had been able to get that within a few seconds.

“Can I get a screen?” She looked over at her dad and motioned for one of the holographic screens further off. He brought it to her and she used a wireless reading clip to clamp down on the circuit card exposed in Bucky’s forearm.

“Friday, bring up the programming.” She dared to ask, still not used to the feeling of talking to essentially no one. Without answer, the screen changed from blueprints to computer coding. She looked over it, scrolling down a bit before she abruptly snapped her fingers. “Ah, here we go. Easy.”

She tempered with the long and confusing code, adding a small fraction of it that had been missing. As soon as the new numbers had been put in, the metal plates across Bucky’s arm buzzed and moved as they regained their power. Bucky tried to move his fingers which worked perfectly.

“That was fast.” He said and looked down at Y/N who had already begun to put the loose panel back in place. He was surprised, even though she was Bruce’s daughter, she was incredibly talented. She was smarter than he originally had thought and was deeply impressed.

“I went to a programming seminar two years ago by accident and ended up liking it a lot more than I thought.” She confessed with a smile.

Bucky huffed, barely believing that he was looking at a high school student. “I can tell.”