i never knew about this before so don't call me stupid

anonymous asked:

So Peggy starts the best bar fights? Elaborate, please.

oh man, those were the good old days. 

the howlies got in a lot of bar fights. you might think that the last thing a bunch of soldiers would want to do with their free time is fight people, but actually bar fights were a great stress relief. nobody really got seriously injured, and we tried to keep property damage to a minimum.  (and we also almost never started bar fights, for the record. most of the time it was guys from another unit who wanted to prove how badass they were by taking on the infamous howling commandos.) so bar fights themselves weren’t that unusual.

but peggy’s bar fights…oh, they were glorious. 

see, peggy never got in a fight for no reason; she was smarter than that. but when she did fight, it was truly beautiful. ive never seen a better right cross, before or since.

so one time we were on leave, sipping drinks in this english pub. the howlies were at the back table, enjoying a couple pitchers, while peggy was up at the bar, chatting with the barmaid. many of the bars and pubs back then had female bartenders–filling the gaps with the men off at war. and generally barmaids (which was what a female bartender was called back then) were the sort of girl pegs got along with–sensible, dependable, and not willing to take shit from any man. so she often enjoyed commiserating with the barmaids while we drank. she used to say she had to be free of us ‘charming gentlemen’ before she wound up blowing things up as erratically as we did. which was hurtful. our explosions were very intentional.
mostly.

so peggy got to chat about the best ways to hurl drunken idiots out doors and we got to ply steve with alcohol to see how much booze it would take to make him drunk. (tragically, we never found out.)

on this particular occasion, peggy was sitting at the bar when this mountain of a man came in. and i mean huge. thor-sized. like the hulk’s pinker younger brother. and with him came a dozen or so of his closest friends, all locals. (they may also have been poorly disguised orcs. im not sure, but i wouldn’t discount it as a possibility after seeing all the nonsense ive seen) the group of them made their way up to the bar, wedged their way in, and started harassing the barmaid. 

now, i don’t know what they said. peggy refused to repeat it. all i know is that one of the larger idiots said something stupid, laughed, and reached out to grope the barmaid. his hand made it about six inches from her chest when peggy’s fist broke his nose. he hit the floor like a tree falling, and the bar went quiet for a split second before one exceptionally suicidal idiot lunged at peggy.

everything went crazy. there were a good few dozen of us 107th guys in the bar, and all of us knew and adored pegs, so when the mountain-men went after her, every fine man of the 107th went after them. but it turned out that the locals defended their own, and we were pretty evenly matched for numbers. within seconds, everyone was throwing punches. bottles were thrown. dernier used a tablecloth to blind a man and threw him out a window. dumdum used one guy’s fists to hit another guy. i hurled bottlecaps at people’s eyeballs, because it’s fun.(im a sniper. we like distance) steve tried to wade through the chaos to get to peggy, but people kept punching him and then clutching their hands in agony, so he got kind of bogged down. 

at the bar, peggy was demonstrating exactly why she was the 107th’s darling–because she could put a grown man twice her size on the ground in two seconds flat. she knocked out six men; seven more promptly fell in love with her. 

as the chaos began to wind down, most of the locals had either been beaten down or fled, and only the mini-hulk and a couple others were left, brawling like berserkers. we were just about ready to turn steve loose on them when the barmaid handed peggy a stool. peggy took it, walked up behind where most of us howlies were still duking it out, and broke the stool over the big guy’s head. 

he went down hard. the rest of them surrendered out of terror. 

(and, possibly, they had also fallen prey to abruptly-in-love-with-peggy-carter syndrome. but really, who wasn’t?)

You're my best friend

I just got my hair cut and I’m feeling overly emotional, and I don’t know how these two things relate, but here have some sterek.

They have been together for a while now. They just got their first apartment together, and saying that both of them were high on love (for each other) and hope (for a new happy life) would be quite the understatement.

There had been a time when either of them had thought that they could never have the other, that after Derek left they would never find each other again, and they had never even thought possible that one day they could have a place, a home together. And yet, here they were.

They just finished mounting their new bed, and Stiles falls on the bare mattress with a satisfied “oof” Derek following shortly after him.

And it’s then that somehow it hits Stiles. It hits him so hard and so suddenly that he’s so overwhelmed with it that his eyes burn and he wants to yell it at the top of his lungs, but at the same time the emotion is so strong that clogs up his throat, and he can barely manage to speak.

So, he just makes a small noise (all he can muster right now) and rolls over to Derek’s side, throwing one arm over Derek’s body and burying his face into Derek’s neck.

Derek huffs out a surprised laugh, but promptly starts rubbing his back soothingly.

“Derek,” Stiles mumbles, when he finds his voice again.

Derek hums questioningly and Stiles hugs him close, a little bit tighter, before he gets out of his hiding spot and looks up at his boyfriend.

“You’re my best friend.” He says, all intense, earnest and sincere eyes.

Because it’s true. Yes, Scott is the friend he knew longer, they had their high and lows and highs again, and he’s like a brother, but that’s just it, Scott is his brother.

Derek is his best friend.

Derek is the person that he thinks about first when he’s thought of a stupid joke and wants to share it with someone. Derek is the one he looks for when he wants to tell someone about what his favourite character is going through, even if it’s a show or a book that Derek hasn’t watched yet. Derek is the name on his lips when he wants to tell or show someone how he managed to do something, even if it’s just as ordinary and banal as Stiles managing to doodle a real-looking wolf shadow, he knows that even if his first reaction would be to roll his eyes, he’d do so smiling in that warm way that always tell Stiles so many things. Like how loved he is, and how Derek is proud of him, even for the little things. And Derek is the one that he glances up to look at before he even knows why.

And that’s why he hates fighting with him so much, because he’s fighting with his boyfriend and best friend. And really, there’s no one in his life that can match with everything that Derek means to him. Derek is his special person, everyone has their special person, don’t they?

And Derek is Stiles’ person.

And yes, Derek is his boyfriend, and they had already said their ‘I love you’s to each other a long time ago, but Derek is also, and maybe most importantly, Stiles’ best friend too, and Stiles really needs him to know that.

“You’re my best friend,” he repeats, because he needs him to understand.

And of course, because Derek is his everything plus his best friend, smiles small and understanding, before he leans down to kiss him on the corner of his mouth, feather-light and all softness, and whispers “you’re my best friend, too.”

And Stiles knows that Derek understands, because he can see in his eyes that Stiles is his person too.

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Here’s some soft loving pynch headcanons bc it’s something we all need rn:

  • Adam loves holding Ronan’s hand. Where Adam’s hands get cold easily, Ronan’s are always warm somehow, his hands big enough to completely engulf Adam’s and warm them. When Adam laces their fingers together he can feel the slightly rough texture that comes from Ronan’s work at the Barns, and the small scratches at the back of Ronan’s hands because he refuses to wear gloves while he works. He loves the way Ronan moves his thumb in circles against the back of Adam’s hand without thinking. 
  • Adam loves it when his hands are cold and Ronan just seems to know, so he takes both of Adam’s hands in his own and silently holds them until they’re warm again. He loves the way Ronan never fails to gently kiss Adam’s palms afterwards.
  • Sometimes they hold hands without lacing fingers, the way children in fairy tales do. On those days they’re walking through Ronan’s new dream forest with Opal, exploring every corner, laughing and chattering as new creations float into view, and all the while Adam holds Ronan’s hand easily and without thinking. As if they have been walking through enchanted forests, holding hands, for years.
  • One day on finals week in his first year, tired and sleepy from studying, Adam has the thought that the Barns are home the way no where else is. Adam loves his college and his dorm room and the many friends he has there, he’s content in the life he built for himself, happy to be in study halls and in a new city, but no other place has the warmth that the Barns offer. He comes back to this line of thought several times over the next few days, and finally decides that the warmth there has everything to do with the presence of Ronan and Opal. He thinks about the various spaces he occupied, the places he’s been, the way he’s starting to feel like he could build homes anywhere. He thinks back to the Barns and the people waiting for him there. He thinks Ronan is home the way nothing else is, and decides to leave it at that.
  • Ronan uses his phone a lot whenever Adam is at college. It’d be funny if it weren’t something that Adam completely saw coming. Maybe a few-months-ago-Adam wouldn’t have expected it, and last-year’s Adam definitely would have snorted at the concept, but the Adam that left the Barns late August for his first year of college knew without a doubt that he’d be hearing from his boyfriend before the end of the day. A text, a call, a picture, hell maybe even a meme. Adam knew Ronan would be there, several hundred miles away or not. Ronan didn’t disappoint.
  • They are not loudly sappy, per se. They are not fancy love declarations and explicit displays of affection. Instead, they’re steady. Sure and quiet in the way they’re just Adam and Ronan. They’re fingers laced together as they quietly walk through the fields, glances shared across the room in both exasperation and amusement, they’re forehead kisses in the morning, and cheek kisses as one of them leaves for work. They’re soft I love yous murmured against the other’s lips and smiles pressed into each other’s skin. They’re stupid inside jokes and the ability to always always make each other laugh. 
  • Adam and Ronan are best friends. They’re supportive and always there for each other, shoulders pressed together, arms around the other’s waist when one of them needs to be held, or sitting a few steps away waiting for permission to touch but knowing their mere presence counts. They’re Adam and Ronan, a team, even on the tough days when one of them would rather be anyone else. 
  • They are independent each but they choose to share their lives, and to  always be there for each other. 
  • Just. Adam and Ronan. Sure, steady, and in love.
Jealousy

*Daveed Diggs x reader
*Word count: 1206

Summary: You and the rest of the original cast are hanging out at Daveed’s apartment for a little cast party when somehow, Oak gets the dumbest idea to play seven minutes in heaven, and now you’re stuck in a closet with Groff and Daveed doesn’t like that very much and basically iT GETS WILD K

A/N: Okay, so I’m ALMOST finished with part two of Broadway, but of course, I ended up getting writers block right in the middle of writing it and now I can’t seem to think of any good ideas for it and then this fic happened. Requests are open and I’ll try to get Broadway out sometime this week! Love you guys :)

Warnings: Um the usual ,,, cursing and love confessions whooP

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Originally posted by wegotitmadeintheshade


“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” You mutter as you take off your most precious possession, a diamond necklace your mother had given to you when you were younger, and put it into the beanie that Oak was holding out to you with a smug expression.

“Relax, Y/n/n,” Groff teases as he puts his watch into the beanie, using your childhood nickname that you despised. “Yeah,” Daveed snickered, sitting on the other side of you. “It’ll be fun.” You scoffed, blowing your hair out of your eyes as you turned to face Daveed and Groff with an incredulous expression. “Yeah, for you guys.” You huffed, crossing your arms and trying to ignore the blush that decided to make an appearance on your features when Daveed slung an arm across your shoulders.

Of course, that blush didn’t go unnoticed to Pippa and Lin, who simply looked at each other and smirked, before turning away and facing you two again.

Eventually, everyone had put an item into the basket and now Jazzy was drawing an item from the beanie, and when she finally pulled it out, everyone groaned when she pulled out Anthony’s bracelet, “no fun,” Renee complained, shaking her head before laughing a bit at the irony of Jasmine pulling out her boyfriend’s item.

“Whatever, let’s go,” Anthony laughed, leading Jasmine to the closet. “Don’t be too loud, you two! We’re still here!” Lin whooped, snickering a bit when you leaned across to smack him gently on the shoulder.

Seven minutes later, both Jasmine and Anthony walked out, Anthony with a smug expression and Jasmine with her cheeks tinted pink and disheveled hair. Oak whistled, winking playfully at the two.

“Alright, Groffsauce, it’s your turn.” Oak called out, handing the beanie to Groff so he could draw something from the beanie. He then pulled out your necklace, which made him immediately stand up and bow in your direction, using his fake British accent he used every night, “M’lady,” he teased, holding out his hand for you to take.

Of course, you didn’t notice Daveed tensing up when you took his hand and allowed him to lead you to the closet. “Don’t go crazy!” Anthony laughed, high fiving Lin and Oak, whereas Daveed just crossed his arms and muttered bitter words under his breath, which made everyone turn their attention to him and laugh.

“What? You don’t like it that your girlfriend is in the closet with Groff right now?” Lin cooed teasingly, pinching Daveed’s cheeks which made him groan and slap Lin’s hands away. “Shut up, she’s not my girlfriend,” he pouted, and it was obvious that he was upset.

“This is a stupid game anyway.” Daveed muttered, running a hand through his wild hair. “Chill out, D.” Renee rolled her eyes, “you’re acting like a child. You know they don’t like each other romantically and nothing’s gonna happen.” Daveed sighed, he knew it was true, but there was still this lingering feeling in him that wouldn’t go away.

After the seven minutes were up, you and Groff walked out, Groff sporting lipstick on his cheeks and forehead, which made everyone whistle playfully. “I’m never cleaning my face again, my love.” Groff sighed playfully, pretending to swoon as he took your hand and batted his eyes. You both sat down and you cupped his face, “I’ll love you forever, my dear.” You pretended, trying not to crack.

Daveed couldn’t take that and immediately stood up, muttering something about grabbing a drink and storming off, his fists clenched.

You frowned, removing your hand from Groff’s and looking at everyone, “what happened?” You wandered, making everyone shrug, yet you knew that from the expressions they all had, they knew. But you didn’t push and only sighed, getting up to go find the man and ask him what was wrong.

You found him, pouring some vodka into a shot glass and chugging it immediately, slamming the small glass cup onto the marble counter. “D?” You wandered, moving towards him and gently placing your hand  on his bicep, frowning up at him. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, rolling his eyes and muttered something, though you couldn’t understand.

This went on for a few more minutes before you got annoyed, pulling away from Daveed and glaring him. “Daveed, look at me right now.” He groaned, setting the glass he was ready to drink down and looked at you with a stone cold expression.

“What’s up with you? You were fine before me and Groff went into the closet.” You ranted slightly, “and now- now you’re acting like a child! And I don’t know how to help you!” You threw your hands in the air to make it a bit more dramatic, narrowing your eyes at him.

“God, it’s nothing, Y/n. Just leave it alone.” He growled, shaking his head.

“But it is something.” You argued back, stepping a bit closer to him which made him narrow his eyes as he took a shaky breath.

“Fine, you really want to know?” He cracked, making you nod your head. “I-I, I love you,” he laughed, no humor lacing his voice as he spoke. “This is so cheesy and stupid but when I saw Groff pull your stupid necklace out of that stupid beanie, it was the worst feeling in the world.” He continued. “And I know you would never date him and he doesn’t like you romantically but it’s still an awful feeling-”

“Daveed, shut up.”

He stopped, looking down at you with a hurt expression when you pulled his face down to meet yours, pressing your lips to his.

It took a few moments for him to reciprocate but he finally did, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up onto the counter, kissing you as if he stopped, you’d be gone.

You both eventually, and reluctantly, pulled away to catch your breath, smiling breathlessly at each other.


When you both went back, hand in hand, you were greeted with this scene~

“Who the hell put a deck of cards in the beanie?” Oak groaned, frowning at the deck in his hands which made Lin sheepishly raise his hand.

“What? Did you seriously think we would make out? Nuh uh. We’re gonna play Go Fish for the next seven minutes.”

“Why do you even carry a deck of cards with you?”

“You never know when you’ll need them.”

“You’re so weird.”

“I know.”

Sleepless Nights, touken headcanon/mini-fic

Summary: It’s their first time sleeping together on the same bed and Kaneki can’t take his hands off Touka.

I totally hate this, it looked so much better inside my head, my inspiration sucks—i’m super tired right now& i can’t speak proper english today, but i really wanted to take this idea off my head AAAAND give this to @yorozuya-ken-chan as her birthday gift 😭 ♡ I LOVE YOU ANITA, this is so crappy, i’m so sorry -sobs- i promise i’ll write you something 2369726 better next time, WAIT FOR ME🙏 (the only good thing about this is the ending, huehue, jon&ygritte hints)

i wanted to make this a smut but i really feel like the words aren’t coming to my head today, so this is just… a bit lime? not even a lime 😂  shame on me.. anyway, take this more like a lazy headcanon instead of a well-written fic *sobs* i’ll bring good smut soon.. I promise, ANITA DESERVES BETTER ✨

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“Kaneki.”

“Y-Yes?” he stammers.

“If you want me to sleep with you in your room, just say it.”

He’s shaking.

“Oh, w-well…”

“Do you?”

He swallows.

“I-I mean, if you ever feel col—“

Touka sighs.

“Fine. I’ll sleep with you tonight then.”

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A Post about a Captured Keith and Lance.

(Hey guys. This has a bit of torture although I don’t personally think it’s too descriptive thought I’d chuck up a warning for it just in case! So er you have been warned?)

Keith cursed quietly as he woke groggily, looking bleary eyed at his surroundings. He faintly remembered being on a mission with… “Lance?!” The Red Paladin called out for the Paladin of Blue worriedly as he realised that the pressure on his wrists were chains and the room was glowing a faint purple. He heard a faint groan from behind him. “What Mullet?” Came the irritated reply as Lance woke slowly, not realising the predicament the two were in. “Lance I think we’re…” He was cut off by the entrance of a Galran General stalking into the room. Immediately the threats came. However to each question asked about Voltron or its Paladins Lance gave a snarky answer whilst Keith spat profanities. Neither gave the Galra the information they wanted. This happened continuously for about 4 minutes before Lance classily insulted the Galra’s mother. The General whirled around, delivering a hard punch to Lance’s cheek, causing the Blue Paladin to groan slightly in pain. Keith, only hearing what was happening behind him, immediately asked if Lance was okay. The other had mumbled a quick “Better than ever!” in response, not wanting to worry Keith. 
Seeing the Red Paladin’s reaction to a punch the General smiled as they realised how they could get one to speak. 

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blue--winter  asked:

Can you write klance where something goes wrong during team bonding, or during battle, or something and they can hear each other's thoughts?? Romance, obviously. And fluff and angst? *bonus points if Lance and Keith make stupid excuses to the team bc they don't tell them about their sudden telepathy (but Allura and Coran figure it out and just don't say anything)

OKAY THIS BECAME WAY LONGER THAN EXPECTED (but I don’t think that’s bad). I had so much fun writing this. I really hope you like this!

Thank you Avery for editing/beta-ing! 

~Skye

Title in Masterlist: Klance Mind Link

Word Count: 2, 880 words

Character Point of View: Mostly Keith

Warnings: Spoilers for the ending of season two!

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More Like Her || Archie Andrews

Originally posted by jubillee

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pairing : Archie Andrews x Reader

warnings : upset reader, bitchiness??

summary : You’ve been friends with the gang for all your life, even dating Archie, you thought you’d like Veronica like everyone else but you start to think Archie is cheating on you with her so that’s not okay.

a/n : thanks you all for requesting for being on my tag list, but for now i will not be adding more people. also, i was listening to this song, it might put a good mood setter for this imagine! 

posting schedule : wednesday, friday, sunday!


     You thought she was a nice girl. Everyone thought Veronica would make a nice addition to your group of friends, you thought that Ronnie was cool that she would fit in nicely. You thought that for a while before you started to pick up on some things that never would add up in a normal person’s mind.

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Concept 4:

Stiles is drunk. The party slides around him in washes of color and sound– everything transient, nothing sticking. Bass thumps in his eardrums, turning his stomach. Derek appears as a blessing, half out the door before he even makes it through the foyer, but still the most solid thing Stiles has seen all night.

“I hate this,” Stiles whispers, his breath hot against Derek’s sensitive ear. “You’re the only person here worth talking to.”

“Okay,” Derek says, his hand settling solid and reassuring on Stiles’ hip. “So let’s go somewhere that isn’t here.”

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“What were you even doing there?” Stiles peers at Derek curiously over the rim of his mug. The coffee isn’t quite strong enough to dissolve tooth enamel, but coupled with the brisk walk from the rave to the diner, it’s doing wonders for counteracting his buzz. “A warehouse party isn’t really your scene.”

Derek shrugs, placidly plowing his way through a mountain-high portion of chicken souvlaki. His knees keeps knocking against Stiles’ under the chipped Formica tabletop, and Stiles can’t find it in himself to pretend to mind.

“Didn’t really look like your scene, either,” Derek says, meeting Stiles’ gaze unblinkingly. His wackadoo eyes make Stiles’ head spin, and it’s easy to blame it on the booze. Bourbon, Stiles thinks admonishingly. When will you learn that bourbon is not your friend.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he huffs, darting his hand across the table to snatch a few of Derek’s fries, nearly knocking a glass of water over in the process. Derek rolls his eyes heavenward with a sigh, and then rotates his plate so that the truly impressive mound of deep fried potato is facing Stilinskiwards. Stiles bites down on a victorious whoop, and grabs another handful to cram into his mouth.

Derek watches him chew happily, his ridiculous eyebrows drawn together in the expression Stiles has categorized as “exasperated but fond.” It’s much preferred to the look that Stiles used to get, which was better classified as “imminent manslaughter”.

“So, this is nice,” Stiles begins, at the same time Derek sets down his fork and says, “Scott told me about your fight.”

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If I could talk to Viktor

…In chapter 3 of OBSABH, I’d have a few things I’d want to say to that boy grown man. He’s got his head in the clouds and a bit of good Northern straight talking would do him a lot of good. Here goes:

Listen to Yakov. He is wise.

Listen to Chris. He is wise.

“Well he stayed the night and didn’t leave until the morning, that’s something at least”.
Oh just you wait until next time, Viktor…

“Viktor, what were you honestly expecting to come of this?”
Marriage, actually.

“If Yuuri wouldn’t talk to him through words maybe he would listen another way instead”
Well yes, he might, but to be perfectly honest I wouldn’t put money on it.

“This was Yuuri reaching out, offering - if not the hand of friendship - then the hand of good sportsmanship at the least”
About time. I mean, I love that boy but he does behave like a dick sometimes.

”…the little niggling voice in the back of his mind that he usually ignored was screaming at him to think and wonder why exactly Yuuri Katsuki was kissing him in a corridor with no warning or explanation whatsoever.”
Listen to the voice, Viktor. It is wise.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request something? RFA + V & Saeran finding out MC has feelings for them.. but they don't feel the same way? ToT.

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Yoosung

- You admitted it after a cute movie the two of you had watched. Little movie hang outs being a well-welcomed habit between the two of you

- But, as the words started pouring out, his expression turned so sad.

- “Mc… I really appreciate it, I do! I just… I don’t think we’d be good together.”

- Mr. Never-Had-A-Girlfriend was rejecting you, even after such flirting from before?

- When you asked him about that, he rubbed the back of his neck, unable to look you in the eyes.

- “Well… I think I was just confusing my feelings for you. I realized I just really admired you instead, and it was never anything more than that.”

- He was still sweet enough to try cheering you up when you started crying a bit. He even went on to tell you that just because he didn’t return your feelings, that it didn’t mean no one liked you at all.

- (In fact Zen had been making some hints towards you)

- But even after all his kind words, the two of you slowly stopped hanging out. It was hard talking to each other, and sometimes difficult even being in the same room.

- You kept it simple in the chat, but after every time you met in person, it was hard not to have the tears well up again.

Zen

- You decided to mail him a cute romantic letter. That way when he picked up his fan mail, he’d have a nice surprise from you!

- It was so worrying writing the letter. You wrote it over about five times before you finally sent it- With a stamp and card that reminded you of him.

- So you waited a day or two, and then you finally received a call from him.

- “Heyyy, Mc,”

- You giggled and greeted him back. “Did you get my letter?”

- “I did, I did. That’s, uh. Why I called…

- His tone wasn’t what you were expecting, and you frowned while waiting for him to continue.

- “It’s a sweet letter, it really is, and it’s so thoughtful, but… Mc, I think you don’t really like me for me.”

- “…What do you mean?”

- “All this stuff you wrote- It’s exactly what my fans write about the characters I portray. It isn’t anything about the real me. Just the me up on stage. I’m sorry, Mc. I… I don’t think it would be good for us to go out together. I think you’d just be disappointed.

- Your heart snapped. You couldn’t help it- The sniffles coming from your end as he bounced around from trying to cheer you up, to explaining how it was for the best.

- But you couldn’t do it. You hung up on him.

- He didn’t even try calling back.

- From then on, any time he popped in while you were on the chat, you instantly logged off. Any time Jaehee got a bit too excited about his new plays, you popped off. Hell, even when Jumin let out a small complaint about Zen you found your chest constricting and needing to go cry privately.

- The parties were hard, but at least he was always swarmed by fans.

Jumin

- To see him, you had to work within his schedule. His busy, hectic, schedule.

- When you walked in after thanking Jaehee, you fumbled with your hands.

- “What were you needed to discuss? Was it about the next party? Any funds that are needed I’ll be willing to cover.”

- “No, no, it’s not about that.”

- He finally brought his head up from his paperwork, giving you a curious look.

- “Jumin, lately I’ve realized my feelings-”

- “I’m sorry, Mc, but no.”

- He… he didn’t give you a chance to even finish.

- “I’ve noticed for a while you had started acting like most women towards me, so I knew this day was coming, but no. Don’t worry, I’ll still talk to you. The RFA needs to continue the parties, anyway.”

- You stood awkwardly for a moment before nodding a bit and excusing yourself.

- You didn’t get on the chat for a few days, or even open up the app. When you did, you were greeted with so many texts.

- Of course Jumin had nonchalantly mentioned it! You felt so stupid, so childish.

- You couldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore.

Seven

- He knew it as soon as you started bouncing jokes right back at him

- He knew it the moment you didn’t care he was pushing you away, the moment you promised to help him find his brother.

- He knew it, and it hurt so much.

- After the commotion died down, you had tied a note around the little cat robot he made for you, and had it surprise him one day. You thought it would be cute!

- You thought he liked you back.

- But suddenly you were spammed with on onslaught of messages.

- “I’m sorry, Mc, I’m so so sorry.”

- That was the basic summary of the messages. He felt so bad, you could tell from his texts, but he still couldn’t afford someone getting close to him. Not with his past.

- Not with his brother still having issues.

- “I love you, I do, just not like that. I won’t be able to ever love anyone like that.”

- You ended up getting rid of the stuff he had made for you, but you still kept the cat.

- At least it was able to cheer you up.

Jaehee

- While it was true she was into girls… She couldn’t bring herself to actually date one.

- The worries of being openly together, the worries of being attacked or yelled at… She couldn’t live that life, much less could she do that to you.

- When you admitted your feelings to her, with a cute cookie set that spelled it out, she felt her heart drop as she rejected you.

- It was for the best, you both knew it, but god that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

- She tried cheering you up, but what could she do?

- Everytime she was on the chat, you tried your best to converse with her, but it was clear to everyone you were still hurting

- She was still hurting

V

- You had made him such a cute and sweet letter in brail. He had recently fully learned it, something he was so proud of.

- So you mentioned you had a surprise and handed him your special letter.

- He was smiling at first, but as his fingers ran through the letter, his smile quickly faded.

- He ended up putting the letter to the side halfway through.

- “Mc… You know I still love her.”

- You were suddenly thankful he couldn’t see you that well. Your fists clenched, your eyes watered, and you even felt that familiar hot buildup of saliva in your mouth.

- You wanted to puke.

- “I know…I know feelings are so easy to catch, I know your feelings are most likely sincere. But I’m sorry. I can’t let go of her. I don’t think I ever can.”

- You put on a fake voice, smiling and trying to act like you understood.

- But how could he still be so blindly in love with someone who caused him so much pain?

- You didn’t visit him again after that. Jumin was a bit concerned, but after meeting with V again he knew.

- RFA parties were really awkward after that.

Saeran

- How could you have feelings for someone like him? How could you like someone who had killed people with his bare hands?

- The moment you handed him such a cutesy pink letter, he didn’t want to read it. You could see the apprehension etched on his face.

- When he crumpled up the letter, you realised maybe he wasn’t as recovered as he seemed.

- “You can’t handle me, mc, don’t even pretend that you can.”

- You tried to explain yourself a bit, not expecting him to get so upset, but that just made the issue worse.

- “I can’t trust you! You don’t know me! You don’t know anything about me, expect I’m the ‘poor person’ with a horrible childhood and I was taken in by some cult. Hell, my own brother doesn’t even know me yet. Why the hell do you think you know me?”

- You couldn’t talk, you just bit your lip and tried not to make your tears too obvious, but that failed when he threw your letter at you.

- “Get out of my sight.”

- Later on, when you finally managed to look at your phone, you saw so many texts from Seven, apologizing for Saeran’s behavior, but honestly… You knew he was right.

- You didn’t know him.

One...Two...

A/N: This is a little birthday fic for the Choi Twins! I also have it posted on Ao3 and ff.net if you want to read it there. Thanks, and I hope you like it~ 


TW: Heavy themes of child abuse in the first half


Saeyoung waited until he heard the droning snore of his drunk mother before even daring to crack open one eyelid. He propped himself up on his elbows. They ached against the hardwood floors, but he ignored it and strained his ear.

Another snore.

He released a short breath before pushing himself onto his feet. Using his thick socks as a buffer, he carefully maneuvered his way past his mother’s resting place on her mattress. He paused and looked behind at it. He wondered what it would feel like to sleep on one. Would it be warmer than the sheet he slept on at night? Or maybe she stayed warm because of the fluffy looking blanket.

He shook the fantasy from his mind and proceeded to his destination. He had spent weeks preparing for this—memorizing where the floor bent, where it creaked, and where it was slippery enough to glide over instead of step on. Finally, he made it to the closet.

He cringed when the door let out a high-pitched squeak, but it didn’t seem to disturb his mother. He entered the closet, leaving it slightly open so the moonlight could guide his way. “Saeran,” he called softly.

There was no response. Saeyoung creeped forward, hands outstretched. His fingers brushed through a scruff of hair. He kicked the door open a little more so he could see his brother. Saeran didn’t stir from the contact. His head remained leaning against his slouched shoulder, his mouth a little ajar.

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  • ❝  Come on, I’m not going to get anything killed with you lot holding me back.  ❞
  • ❝ I’m fine. I just need to die for a minute.  ❞
  • ❝ It was supposed to confuse him but it just made him peppy. Its not supposed to mix with anything. You think he’s taking prescription medication?  ❞
  • ❝ And zombies don’t eat brains anyway, unless instructed to by their zombie master. A lot of people get that wrong.  ❞
  • ❝ This tower was built by crazy people and I don’t think it’s holding up very well.  ❞
  • ❝ But I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course, but … after that. Every night after that.  ❞
  • ❝ It’s okay, I can be alone with you here.  ❞
  • ❝ OK, so you’re telling me I’m broke?  ❞
  • ❝ Easy, we burn the house to the ground and collect the insurance. Plus, fire? Pretty.  ❞
  • ❝ It’s not like it’s the end of the world… which is too bad, you know, ‘cause that, I’m really good at. ❞
  • ❝ Well, I know I’m back in America now. I’ve been knocked unconscious. ❞
  • ❝ I kiss all the time, not that I’m a kiss slut. Just with the lips and the pressing together and stuff. Hey, expert here!  ❞
  • ❝ You’re scared, ashamed of what you feel.  ❞
  • ❝ You can’t tell the ones you love, you know they couldn’t deal.  ❞
  • ❝ Uh, so, did anybody…uh…last night, you know, did anybody, um…burst into song?  ❞
  • ❝ Everything is turning out so dark.  ❞
  • ❝ Bunnies aren’t just cute like everybody supposes!  ❞
  • ❝ Do you think I’m stupid? I know you used that spell on me.  ❞
  • ❝ But I-I just wanted to make things better. Better for us.  ❞
  • ❝ We’ll get our memory back, it’ll all be right as rain.  ❞
  • ❝ Translate this for me, Spock. I don’t speak loser.  ❞
  • ❝ Nobody could do that much découpage without calling on the powers of  ❞
  • ❝ Who told you that it isn’t easy to love you?  ❞
  • ❝ I’ve been thinking about doing something in my room. I think the New Kids on the Block posters are starting to date me.  ❞
  • ❝ There is nothing good or clean in you. You are dead inside! You can’t feel anything real! I could never be your girl!  ❞
  • ❝ We do not joke about eating people in this house!  ❞
  • ❝ It’s dangerous, and so is all of us dying.  ❞
  • ❝ You want me to say I like seeing you in bed with that idiot?  ❞
  • ❝ And, before I knew you, I was like a completely different person.  ❞
  • ❝ I wish your intestines were tied in knots and ripped apart inside your lousy gut!  ❞
  • ❝ Things fall apart, they fall apart so hard. You can’t ever put 'em back the way they were. ❞
  • ❝ It’s a long important process, and… can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now?  ❞
  • ❝ In that case why won’t you sleep with me again?  ❞
  • ❝ We’re in custody. We haven’t been charged yet.  ❞
  • ❝ Bored now. ❞
  • ❝ You’ve never had any tiny bit of sex, have you? ❞
  • ❝ You really need every square inch of your ass kicked.  ❞
  • ❝ It’s about the power. And there’s no one in the world who has the power to stop me now.  ❞
  • ❝ You called me a rank, arrogant amateur. Well buckle up, 'Cause I’ve turned pro.  ❞
  • ❝ Sometimes the most adult thing you can do is… ask for help when you need it. ❞
  • ❝ World gonna end… where else would I want to be?  ❞
  • ❝ If you wanna kill the world? Well, then start with me. I’ve earned that.  ❞
  • ❝ I don’t want to protect you from the world. I want to show it to you.  ❞ 
Wrecked (post 2x11)

(I don’t usually write things that are set right after an episode has aired or whatever, but this just popped into my head. I don’t think it will ever particularly contradict canon, it’s just a little insert between 2x11 and 2x12)

***

Every time Alec’s phone buzzed to alert him to a new text in the morning following their encounter with Azazel, he found himself yanking it out of his pocket, unlocking it in anticipation of a text from Magnus.

But—nothing.

Magnus had said he’d call, Alec thought, as he shucked off his gear slowly with the others, after following Jace and Clary down an alleyway to follow a group of demons for…god, he couldn’t even remember. Something pointless, he expected. But there’d been nothing by radio silence. Not even a text to let Alec know that Magnus was alright, after his exhaustion the previous day.

Although, it hadn’t quite seemed like mere exhaustion. Magnus had looked…confused, bewildered, shell-shocked. He’d seemed uncertain, eyes darting around. And, more importantly, he hadn’t met Alec’s gaze until right when he’d said goodbye.

It wasn’t like Magnus’ breathless collapse all those weeks ago after healing Luke, when he’d sagged against Alec’s chest as though he couldn’t make his muscles work for another moment, only to recover a few hours later.

When Alec asked, Jace promised to cover for him and call him, if anything urgent arose, and so Alec snuck out of the Institute at a little before eleven o'clock, heading across the city to Brooklyn.

He stopped off at a pastry shop he knew Magnus liked before he dashed across the street to his boyfriend’s loft, hoping that the surprise wouldn’t be an unpleasant one. It wasn’t like Magnus had ever made him feel unwelcome; he’d just acted so strangely the day before.

“Magnus?” Alec called, frowning when the door didn’t swing open for him. He rapped his knuckles against the wood. “Magnus, are you home? Can I come in?”

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Do you like shance? If you like it, what about 3 shance? I don't wanna make u uncomfortable or something

(See, this ask makes me want to buddle you in a blanket.  You were probably really stressed out about sending it and thats not cool.  Stupid fucking antis.

And yes, yes I like shance.  It’s my OTP.

This got a little long and it’s a little meh and also unbeta’d but please enjoy!)


“I’m sorry I yelled at you…”  Shiro started awkwardly, walking next to Lance through the castle halls.  


“It’s whatever man.”  Lance brushed off with none of his usual carefree tone.  


“It’s not.”  Shiro shook his head.  “You had a point when you said Keith was too hotheaded to go.  I should have listened to you.”


“See, it’s all well and good that you’re saying that Shiro, but I mean it’s not like you’re actually going to listen to me next time either so it’s whatever.”  Lance stated, glaring at the ground.  Shiro frowned.  He was trying to apologize, why was Lance making it so hard?


“What do you mean?”  He prompted.


“I mean you never listen to me.”  Lance huffed, hands coming up to gesture as he stopped walking and turned to face Shiro.  “Or Hunk.  You treat Hunk and me like some side characters while Pidge and Keith are the main event, who need your every second of attention and could do no wrong.”  He snapped.  “And I don’t think that’s about to change tomorrow so you’re apology is a big fat whatever to me right now Shiro.”  The Blue Paladin quickly turned away, storming into his room and leaving behind a confused Shiro.

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anonymous asked:

An imagine where your childhood best friend/also secretly love of your life Jason tells you his secret about him being a power ranger plus a time where you don't see him much anymore

This was so fun to write! I hope you enjoy! <3

Originally posted by togetherwearemore

You frowned, throwing yourself onto your bed with a sigh.

 Looking over at your clock, you locked your eyes on the frame, the picture inside showcasing you and Jason: around 5 years old with wide toothless grins. 

You were both halfway up a rather large tree with curling branches low to the ground and you smiled at the memory.


“Ready or not!” A young Jason spun around, scanning the campsite in front of him. 

Giggling, you placed a hand over your mouth trying to quiet yourself. He would never find you up here. 

“I’m gonna find you (Y/N)!” He called and you ducked farther up into the leaves of the tree you had scaled. 

After he had wandered around for quite a while, he finally leaned up against the very tree you were in. 

“Whatever! I give up!” He huffed angrily, throwing his hands in the air. 

You finally let your laughter be heard, and he wrinkled his nose as he glared up into the tree. 

“That’s cheating! You can’t climb up there! Besides, you know that I can’t do that.” He whined and you giggled even more.  

“Aw Jason, it’s'not cheatin. I got up here all by myself. And why couldn’t you come up?” You dangled your legs as he groaned. 

“(Y/N)! I can’t climb trees.” He stated this as if were a well-known fact. 

“Are you scared?” You mocked, “Jason’s a great big scaredy-cat!" 

"I’m no scaredy-cat! Just cause I don’t wanna fall doesn’t mean I’m a chicken!” He stomped his foot and placed his hand on the nearest branch. 

“You aren’t gonna fall,” you insisted, holding out your hand. 

“Do you trust me?” Shaking it slightly Jason gulped, reaching up to pull himself into the tree. 

“You know I do.”


You placed the frame back down, rolling over onto your back. You had always been best friends, you’re parents were great friends and so were you. 

But as you had grown and matured your feelings developed into something more. Maybe you loved him, but you never planned on letting him know that. 

However, recently Jason had been pulling away and you had no idea why. He always canceled last minute, or simply made an excuse why he couldn’t do anything. 

Today had been planned forever- the new movie both of you had been wanting to see for forever just hit theaters. 

Almost predictably, he had called 

A few hours ago, apologizing profusely and repeating something had come up. And like always, you had played it off like it was no big deal.

 Since you couldn’t go to the movies, you decided to go to the hills above the mines. It was always a great place to go to relax and get your mind off things. 

Parking your car, you stuck your keys in the muffler, knowing you’d drop ‘em after climbing around for a perfect spot. Sure, stupid idea around town, but it worked here. 

Plugging in your headphones, you wandered around until you reached the spot overlooking all of angel grove. You settled down and pulled out some homework: chemistry, aka the worst class in existence. 

Nevertheless, you fiddled with your pencil, wondering when on gods earth you were going to need to know Avogradro’s law. 

Your water bottle was next to you, and you turned down to grab it when you noticed something. 

The water… was moving, like it does in the movies. 

Hesitantly, you reached out to grab it, and felt the ground lurch slightly underneath you. 

Only making things worse, a large shadow passed over you, and (lord help you you were that person in the horror movie), you turned around slowly. 

Blinking a few times, your brain took a while to process the sight in front of you: the red rangers T-Rex robot was standing right in front of you. Before you blinked you could have sworn that it was Jason.

You shrieked and stumbled to your feet, it couldn’t be Jason. The ranger had somehow covered his face with his mask again, and before you knew it was standing in front of you. 

“What are you doing up here?” He demanded and you stepped slightly away from him. “You shouldn’t be here!”

“Look, I appreciate you saving the world and all, but unless there’s imminent danger I think I’m allowed to be here." 

He crossed his arms and you gulped. Maybe you should speak more carefully.
"It says no trespassing.” He insisted and The voice clicked. 

Testing your theory, you hesitantly reached into your pocket, clicking Jason’s contact. 

A loud buzzing came from the ranger, and he immediately stepped backwards, his mask retreating back to reveal Jason’s shocked face. 

Besides the situation, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. 

“Dude… you keep your phone on you?" 

He flushed and laughed slightly. 

"Look, you can’t know! You shouldn’t… oh damn. I’m probably gonna have to tell this to Zordon.”

However, you ignored him and just began to realize the depth of the situation. Jason, your best friend, was the red ranger. 

Stepping forward you shoved him backward harshly. 

“You’re a ranger and you didn’t tell me? What the hell?!" 

He extended his hands in surrender, moving one to rub the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous.

"How about… you just take a few deep breaths,” he reasoned. 

“I’m perfectly calm… oh my god. When your dad said the Red ranger saved him… that was you! Oh my god Jason you could have died! You could have died and you wouldn’t have known-” you abruptly shut your mouth, your cheeks turning a furious red. 

“Known what, (Y/N)?” He grabbed your shoulders lightly and you gulped, looking up at him. 

“You’re my best friend right? And this totally might screw things up. God this could ruin everything…. but I think I care for you more than a friend?" 

He furrowed his brows, until it finally clicked. 

”(Y/N)… I feel the same way, I really do. But I can’t. I can’t risk you getting hurt because of me. You could be leverage if anyone found out- or they could-“

"Jason, you feel the same?” Your breath hitched and he nodded, tipping his forehead against yours. 

“Of course." 

"Then just… do you trust me?” you reached up and placed your hand on his cheek, the stubble he had yet to shave slightly prickling your hand. 

He took a deep breath and pulled you even closer to him. 

“You know I do.”

That was all you needed to hear, for the next moment you had surged forward, your lips meeting his and suddenly everything fell into perfect place.

99 Problems (9/10)

Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission?  By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War.  What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, flirting, angst, fluff,  

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                                                       Chapter 9

    You’ve been back at the tower for a week, and  Bucky has barely spoken to you since the night he told you he didn’t want you . The avoiding eachother game has been two way street though , you’ve managed to dodge him every chance you could. Seeing him only makes his rejection hurt more . He never explained himself, just walked away after dropping that massive decision on you . To say you’re heartbroken is underplaying it, you managed to lose Bucky as a friend too and it makes this 100 times worse.  You haven’t thought about that night since you returned home, you’ve done everything you could to distract yourself.

   " Do you want me to talk to him ? Maybe hell tell me-“

” No Johnny . He made up his mind. “ you sigh , continueing to flip through the channels on your TV.

” It just doesn’t make sense ! What could of happened in that short of a time slot?!“ Johnny asks, he was just as confused as you .

” And who wouldn’t want to go back to a bed with a hot naked chick in it ! NOTHING HE DOES MAKES SENSE!“  he booms, you snort at his statement, gently patting his shoulder.

"Some people have more control when it comes to naked women babe.”

He sticks his tongue out at you ,making both of you laugh .  He does have a point though , that was an awfully short time frame , what could of possibly happened ? That’s when it hits you , he went to speak with Tony.

You shoot up from the couch so fast it makes Johnny flinch.

“ You’ve got to be kidding me. ” you start storming to the elevators, Johnny right behind you . 

Originally posted by blairsfelicity

    You burst into Tony lab,   your eyes lock on his as soon as you enter .

“ Y/n whats wrong?"  Bruce asks, dropping his pencil onto the table.

” Bruce, can  you give me and Tony a minute please?“ you try to calmly say .You could never be mean to Bruce, hes the most harmless person , well when hes not a giant green smashing machine. 

 Bruce nods, pulling johnny out with him, you can hear Johnny whine behind you but your eyes don’t leave Tonys.

” What up buttercup?“ he asks as he tinkers with something infront of him

” What did you say to him ? “ you question ,

” I don’t know what you’re-“

” Cut the shit Tony, you know exactly what I’m talking about.“ you bark .

He sighs, setting down his screwdriver. ” Y/n, you know I love you . But Robocop -“

” Don’t call him that Tony. “ you growl at his nickname for Bucky. He puts his hands up in surrender.

” Alright alright, calm down. I may have pointed of the danger he could put you in by pursuing  whatever you two had going on .“

 If there wasn’t a lab table between the two of you , you would already be launching yourself at him .

” Who made you the boss of me ? The last time I checked, you weren’t my father Tony. You don’t have the right to decide whats safe for me or what isn’t!“

"You don't know all the things hes capable of , the things hes done. He could hurt you y/n! What if he switches back into the soldier huh? Or has a nightmare and hurts you on accident ? OR what if hydra-”

Originally posted by schedulingemotions

“ You son of a bitch . How dare you  .  Do you know how he sees himself? You had the nerve to point out irrelevant things that probably made him feel worse ! I was helping him Tony!  You hate when people use your past against you , and you just did it to him! I can handle anything that would of happened . Do you know he wont even talk to me now? Not only did I lose the man I love, but I lost my best fucking friend because you cant mind your own damn business Stark!” you shout , tears of frustration spilling from your eyes.

“ I did it for you .”

 At his words you lose control  , before you can bolt towards him an arm wraps around your waist.

“ What the hell is going on!” Steve Shouts , he tightens his grip on you as you struggle against his arm.

“ Tell him Tony, Tell him what you fucking did !” you yell through the tears. Your frustration turned into pure sadness now. You’re hurt beyond belief at what Tony has done, and at Bucky for not fighting for you . He gave right into Tonys words.  You stop fighting against Steve as Tony tells him what was said, you melt into his arms as you sob into his chest.

“ Y/n I-”

“ Don’t.  I think you’ve done enough.” Steve says , tugging you  with him out of the lab.

 " Where is he?“ you ask once youre out of the lab.

"gym.” steve answers .  Huh, I thought hed put up more of a fight . 

You go directly to the gym, angrily ripping open the doors. Bucky grabs onto the swinging punching bag, stilling it as his eyes lock on yours.  He doesn’t say a word as he goes back to his workout .

“ Oh no you don’t. "  you stomp towards him, putting yourself between him and the bag.

” Are you out of your damn mind! What if I accidentally hit you! “ he yells .

” You let Tony get into your fucking head !? I thought you were smarter than that!“ your voice echoes through the gym .

” He was right though! There’s too many ways you could get hurt with me Y/n, I was too blinded to even consider the risks. “

” You are one stupid bitch, you know that Barnes?“

” Did you just call me a bitch?“

"  I was so worried about making a decision for you , but you had no fucking problem making mine for me.  I knew the risks of being with you , but they weren’t enough to push  me away .  You did that all by your self by deciding for me.” you growl

He stays silent as the realization of your words sink in .

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

“ You aren’t a puppet anymore , others words shouldn’t interfere with your wants .  You wanted me before Tony opened his damn mouth , but as soon as he made you feel like you were doing something wrong, you completely flipped your view. You’re your own person now , the sooner you fucking realize it the better. ”

You leave the gym, letting the tears you managed to hold in loose.


  Two days later

“ Miss Y/n, your presence is required in the common room.” FRIDAYs voice booms.

You groan while rolling yourself out of your bed.  You’ve spent the last two days locked on your floor by yourself, mainly sleeping or binging on Netflix. You haven’t forgiven Tony or Bucky . You know you shouldn’t really be as mad at Bucky, it just hurt that you thought you meant enough to him that hed tell Tony to shove it up his ass. But apparently not. 

 You stretch your arms as you ride on the elevator, when you arrive on the communal floor you let out a loud yawn  .

 " You’ve been sleeping for like two days, there is no way youre tired. “ Tony says from his seat at the kitchen table. Upon seeing him , you swirl yourself around heading back to the elevators. Nope, not today Satan. 

When you turn you walk into a solid wall of muscle.

” What the -“

” I don’t think so Doll.“ Bucky says, his hands holding on to your arms to balance you . You tug out of his hold, sending him your classic bitch face .

” Do you guys have daily meetings now to make my decisions for me ? “ you snap , watching both of them look anything but happy.

Originally posted by direwolfees

” Listen , we were both wrong. I shouldn’t of stuck my nose in your business. You’re a big girl , I thought I was looking out for you  . “ Tony says quietly . You know how hard it is for him to admit he was wrong. You’ve only actually seen him acknowledge his mistakes like twice ; after all, he’s still Tony Stark .

” I understand that Tony, and I love you for looking out for me. Maybe next time do it a little less fatherly. “ you suggest with a sympathetic smile. You know he didn’t mean any harm . 

You move to him, kissing his cheek to show you really aren’t mad .He hugs you to him , then dismisses himself ; leaving just you & Bucky alone.

” I never want to you hurt, physically or emotionally. “ he starts, you send him a ‘too late’ kinda glare . He sighs, running his hand through his hair as he adds, ” I love you, and it scares me . Everything ive ever cared for has been torn away from me before. I couldn’t stand the thought of that happening with you , so when Tony pointed out all the risks , I panicked. I thought it’d be easier if  I ended it ,before it was done for me .“ 

 You can hear the pain and hints of regret in his voice, breaking your heart when you realize how this hurt him as much as it did you.

” No one will take me away from you Bucky .  you cant let the 'what ifs’ stop you from doing things. Everytime we have a mission, there is always that 'what if we die?’ but we go anyway , don’t we ?“ you ask  , tilting his face so hes looking at you instead of his feet. He leans into your hand, the warmth from his cheek sending shivers down your arm.

Originally posted by yespleasedanielgillies

"I love you .” your voice is barely above a whisper. He steps forward , leaning down to press his lips to yours. The kiss was sweet but quick,

“ I love you doll."  His lips brush against yours as he speaks. When the last word leaves his lips you crash your lips back against his  in a fiery kiss. He doesn’t break the kiss as bends a bit to lift you , placing you on the counter top near the two of you .

Originally posted by brokenheartstrings16

You lock your  legs around him, dragging his body closer to yours as the kiss gets hotter. Bucky nips at your lip, then continues nipping down your neck. You moan as he lifts your shirt over your head, his mouth immediately wrapping around your bare nipple, sucking it harshly. He goes to do the same to the other when you stop him .

” You’re not going to leave me after this again ,are you?“ you ask, there was more fear in your voice than youd like to admit.

” Absolutely not , I’m so sorry Y/n.“ he says. You nod, tugging him by his shirt into another kiss. 

” As happy as I am that this is fixed, can you not do this where we all eat?“ Steve says from the doorway . You quickly press your naked chest against Bucky to cover yourself. You hear Johnny and Sam cracking  up from beside Steve.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

” Too late babe, I already saved that picture up here .“ he says, tapping his temple. ” By the way , you have amazing-“

” Finish that sentence and I can guarantee youll wake up with no eyebrows Storm.“ Bucky says over his shoulder.  You hear sam snicker ,

” Ill do it to you just for fun birdboy.“ he threatens Sam . Now it was Steve that was laughing, he tossed your shirt at you from where Buck tossed It .

 After youre covered Bucky takes your hand ,leading you out of the kitchen . As you pass him , you punch Johnny in the shoulder and mouth ” dick “ to him . He winks at you with a smile.  What a dweeb .

Originally posted by grounderbellamy-archive

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The Humble Beginnings of Printer Boy.

The year is 2005.

It’s a Wednesday, mid-October.

Connor Murphy, Jared Kleinman, and Evan Hansen are all sitting in Mrs. G’s second grade class, among roughly 25 other small human beings.

Mrs. G was one of those teachers that you either loved, or you hated. Mrs. G would never call on a raised hand, but instead the child she felt was paying the least amount of attention.

Jared Kleinman loved Mrs. G. Jared never paid attention, and Jared was not one to pass up the opportunity to make a fart joke every. Single. Time. She. Called. On. Him. She never learned.

Connor hated Mrs. G. She always made him participate when he didn’t want to, but never let him when he wanted to.

Evan Hansen tried not to hate Mrs. G, but she really made his life hard. He didn’t want to be put on the spot. He wanted to blend in, and just learn. He was always paying attention, but he just avoided eye contact when she asked questions, and never could get the answer out properly when she called on him.

The time is 11:07. Almost time for lunch.

“Time to line up for lunch!” Rang out Mrs. G’s voice.

Connor shot up out of his seat and ran to the front of the line. He was finally first. He had never been first before. This was his moment of glory.

“Connor, you know it’s Lily’s day as line leader” Mrs. G scolded the small child that was Connor Murphy.

“But Mrs. G, I was here first, so I should be line leader. The first person should be first.” Connor explained.

“Those aren’t the rules Connor, now you need to go to the back of the line”

Connor is now distressed. He was first. He should be first. Why should he be last? Even if Lily gets to be line leader, he should be second in command. He was here first.

Tears start to fall from Connor’s eyes. This can’t be happening. The one time Connor is first, he suddenly becomes last again. This can’t be fair.

Connor sulked to the back of the line. Tears still streaming down his face.

The class bully Dakota turned to him and laughed. “What a baby. It’s just a stupid line” Connor wiped his face and tried to ignore the bully.

“Let’s go class! Hands on your hips and fingers on your lips!” Mrs. G began leading the line down the hall. The class paused for a moment, to allow another class to pass down the opposite hall.

Connor felt suddenly drawn to the teachers lounge as the walked past. He wondered in, and there before him sat the most glorious thing he had ever beheld.

The teacher’s printer.

Connor, still filled with despair​, now felt suddenly rage. He stomped over to the printer and attempted to lift it off the ground. He was surprised when it lifted with ease.

He then marched the printer out of the teacher’s lounge and yelled

“Mrs. G, next time, let me be the line leader!” And threw the printer down the hall, barely missing Mrs. G’s face.

The whole class started screaming, and the very scared Evan Hansen ran for cover. Jared Kleinman could be heard screaming

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!”

Connor was proud of what he had accomplished, until he saw Mrs. G’s face and knew he was in deep trouble.

The year is 2005.

It’s a Wednesday, mid-October.

The time is 11:36.

Connor is missing lunch. Connor Murphy is sitting in the principal’s office. Accompanied only by a disbelieving Principal and a distraught Mrs. G.

“He threw a PRINTER AT ME!!” Mrs. G yelled.

“I’m just not seeing how this very small lad here could have possibly lifted such a printer, Mrs. G. It is just not possible.” Said the principal, whom I am too lazy to name.

“Then explain the broken printer in the middle of the hallway”

“I can’t. There simply is no explanation for what has happened here today.“

“You’ve got to do something about this!” Mrs. G shrieked

“No, I don’t, but you do need to calm yourself. Connor, you need to go get yourself some lunch. Here’s a pass” the principal stated as he wrote a note to the lunch attendant stating that Connor can get his lunch, and take his time eating it.

The year is 2005.

It’s a Wednesday, mid-October.

The time is 12:17.

Connor walks back into class, where everyone has already started their reading for the afternoon. Mrs. G is glaring at him.

Some kids look afraid, some look impressed.

Connor says nothing. He just takes out The Little Prince and begins reading.




To be continued…

RFA + V & Saeran - Soulmate AU

This is kinda random, but I thought why not. 

P.s No one asked for this Lololol 

 So basically, AU stands for ‘Alternate Universe’, and for this each character gets a different soulmate au. Aka how they meet their soulmate or how they would find them. 


 707/Luciel/Saeyoung Choi 

Soulmate AU: world becomes brighter when meeting soulmate. 

  •  Everything was always dull to this hacker(same everyone in the RFA)
  • his mother never found her soulmate, so why would he find his??
  • Never thought he’d find his soulmate because of his job 
  • not even Vanderwood had one 
  • Seven craved for someone to literally light up his world 
  • it wasn’t that dark, but then again, that’s all he knew 
  • Maybe it was a family curse (Seven ur like the second youngest in the group shush) 
  • Decided to go stock up on some PhD Pepper one Midnight so he could finish his assignment 
  • Was walking out of store with like two cases of PhD pepper in his hands when someone crashed into him
  •  I mean literally crashed
  •  this person was running at full speed towards the entrance and crashed into this tomato boy 
  • “Oh my gosh I’m so sorr-”
  •  They didn’t even get to finish their sentence before a flash of light encased both of their visions 
  • When they could see again, they were both shocked
  • Seven marvels at how light the world suddenly became
  •  Then it dawns on him, 
  • “Oh my god!”
  •  He completely forgets about his precious soda and hugs the person tightly
  • “My soulmate!”
  • was the happiest boyo in the world at the moment 
  • workers overhearing this and clapped
  •  They exchanged numbers and Seven did a full search on the poor person once he got home
  •  was already and love
  •  spammed the chatroom with heart emojis lmao

 (The rest of the RFA is below)

Keep reading

Hopeless

Originally posted by lilbetapupliam

LIAM DUNBAR X READER 

Request : none 

Summary : you like Liam and he doesn’t know 

Words : 617

Warnings : none

hope you like it :)) 

MASTERLIST 

PART 2

PART 3 


You shut your locker and turned around to get to the cafeteria to eat with the pack. You felt a tap on your shoulder and you turn around to see who it was. Liam. That pretty face. You liked him ever since you could remember. But you never told him, you never could. It seemed like he had a crush on Hayden anyway so you never bothered. You stuck by him during all the werewolf outbursts, you had to, he was your best friend. It takes no superpower to know you liked him, he’s blind to it and somewhere you were glad.

“Oh hi” you say, smiling. A smile automatically creeps up your face when he is in sight. “Hey, did you see Mason?” he asked you fidgeting with his lacrosse stick. You shook your head. “Probably pretending to do his homework on the bleachers, why?” “We were supposed to meet up after Econ, he never showed up” he says looking up from his stick. You guys reach the table where the pack was sitting. Hayden was with them too. You smiled at everyone and sat down in the empty seat next to Stiles. “The inner circle keeps growing, we’re cutting you out (y/n)” Stiles said joking. You hit his arm playfully. Lydia was scribbling notes on her notes. Scott and Kira were having a deep conversation about who knows what. My eyes were glued to Liam and Hayden. They were laughing about something. It hurt you, But you learnt to live with it. You felt Stiles nudge you “(Y/N) Are you listening?” he asks and you snap out of it. Mason gives you a concerned look. You shrug it off. “Sorry” you look at Stiles. “You were saying?” you ask him drinking from you juice box. “I was saying how Mason’s frequency theory may actually be right” he said.

“Am I in the inner circle now?” Mason asked. “No” said Stiles without missing a beat. “Why am I in the inner circle?” you ask a little confused, you put your juice box down. Everybody goes quiet. Lydia puts her hand on yours over the table. She took a deep breath and you knew something was up “We saw your eyes glow yesterday” your breath hitches. It caught everyone’s attention. Stiles looked at you “We don’t know what you are, but you’re something” he says. “We’ll keep you safe” said Scott. It was terrifying you to know that you are supernatural and in danger.

You see Liam looking at you. “I have to get to class” you say and stand up. You didn’t process what and how. You needed space. You stood up and walked off. You were a little far away from the table. You feel someone walking behind you. You turn around. It was Stiles. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier” he confesses. “It’s okay, what color were my eyes?” you ask looking at him. “Yellow” He said “A werewolf?” you raise an eyebrow. “Maybe” he shrugs.

“Did Liam know?” Stiles hesitantly nods. “Disappointing”

“I’m sorry, I know you like him” he said, you nod sheepishly. “Is it that obvious?” you blush a little. “pfft no” he joked. you chuckled. “On a serious note, he’s stupid not to see a beautiful girl crushing on him” you chuckle at it again and blush because Stiles called you beautiful. “I’m hopeless, I can’t stop liking him, it’s pathetic” you say to him and groan covering your face with your free hands. “You’ll be fine” he put his arm around your shoulder and offered to walk you to class.

“stop sulking” he calls out before leaving. “never” you say dramatically before walking into class.  


 I don’t know what this is, let me know if you guys want a part two.