i want to screen it in the park

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Summary: Sam somehow gets a favor out of Bucky, resulting in a very awkward confrontation with a local barista.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Characters: Female Reader, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1,980

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Every Sunday morning, at precisely 8:45, Bucky finds himself at a quaint, little cafe just a block away from the Brooklyn apartment himself, Steve, and Sam, who he finds utterly unbearable, live together. Like clockwork, he’ll wake up, argue with Sam about him eating the rest of whatever food Bucky was attempting to have for breakfast, Steve offering to go grocery shopping the umpteenth time that week, and with Bucky frustratingly storming out of the apartment subconsciously heading towards the cafe with the best muffins and no with Sam Wilson in sight.

Just like all the weeks before, Bucky’s feet hurriedly carry himself down the empty morning sidewalk as he groans in annoyance. This Sunday Sam had decided to finish off the carton of egg whites, that clearly had a bright blue sticky-note with Bucky’s name on it, and to use up all the hot water in the apartment. It seemed as if this man’s purpose on Earth was to make Bucky Barnes’ life more difficult than it had to be.

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isak and even have their own bed now, and it’s beautiful, it’s perfect, it’s their own space to be, but that doesn’t stop even from dragging isak to the park late at night. isak’s yawning because he just finished a shitload of bio reading, and even’s tired too because he’s been staring at a laptop screen for the past five hours, trying to finish up the editing for a short movie he’s been working on for a class. they both take off their shoes and lie on the grass, trying to name all the constellations (it’s kind of a hard contest, because isak is a space nerd, but even just has a reservoir of potentially romantic information and constellations definitely count). neither of them meant to fall asleep there, but it’s the warmest night in a while, and anyway they’re so wrapped around each other that it’s warm enough. they both wake up a couple hours later, isak’s head still pillowed on even’s arm, and he thinks he’ll always feel safe with even, whether that’s in the comfort of their bed, or on the grass, or anywhere in the goddamn world.

A Way to You Again: Part 2

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mild Violence, Language

Word Count: 1570

Part One

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: 500 follower celebration! Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for requesting it! I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it’s coming out in multiple parts – I seriously can’t write anything short! 

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Originally posted by spiderliliez

Originally posted by natpekis

Originally posted by themarvelnerd

I woke up the following morning and stretched lazily. When my fingers didn’t find Bucky’s body beside mine I peaked through my lashes – a sudden surge of disappointment running through my body. I spied a note on the nightstand and stretched my arm out to grab it. It was written in Bucky’s hand – and hastily. “Y/N – Have a mission with Steve and Sam. Will take a few days at least. Didn’t want to wake you – B” I laid back down with a huff. I wished he had woken me up, but it didn’t matter now.

I rolled out of bed and headed to the shower where I quickly rinsed off. As I pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt I wondered to myself if Nat would be up for a workout this early in the morning. I decided that it was worth a shot and made my way out of my room and down the hallway as I pulled my wet hair into a messy bun. Once I reached Nat’s door I knocked and waited for an answer. When she opened the door she seemed surprised – I was obviously not the person she was expecting which seemed odd since we were close friends. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to the gym with me?” I asked casually. For some reason her reaction was really rubbing me the wrong way.

“Um… yeah… sure. Let me just grab my things really quick,” she had a hard time faking her enthusiasm as she answered but quickly grabbed her things and followed me down the hallway to the elevator. I sighed to myself internally – I was already regretting asking her to come with me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was wrong with our interactions, but they made me feel uneasy.

We entered the gym and headed towards the mat. Nat and I were about neck-in-neck on our hand-to-hand combat and only ever trained with each other because of it. As we started sparring she broke from me and danced around the mat. “So you and Barnes?” She tried to ask it casually, but I could immediately tell it was forced.

I sighed heavily. “Listen Nat, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it. We agreed to not tell anyone – Steve didn’t even know. We wanted to test it out, before… well you know…” I shrugged awkwardly. This was definitely not what I had in mind when I had asked her to come with me.

We lapsed into silence as we continued our sparring. I noticed that Nat wasn’t pulling her punches like usual. “How long have you?” She asked – cocking an eyebrow is question.

“How long have we what? Been whatever we are or been sleeping with each other?” I asked as I placed my hands on my hips. I was getting more than annoyed with her sudden interrogation with each passing second. “We’ve been spending time together for the last five months. We slept together for the first time last night,” I answered bluntly.

“Interesting,” she responded before jumping out of the way of one of my kicks and returning a roundhouse kick that connected squarely with my stomach – knocking the air from my lungs.

“What the fuck, Nat?” I asked angrily as I remained bent over – trying to catch my breath.

“I guess I’m just surprised is all – seeing as we were supposed to be friends,” she added angrily as she placed her hands on her hips and glared at me.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” I shouted. I had finally caught my breath and I was angry as hell at the way she was acting.

“You know… I mean I never told you that Bucky and I had a thing, but I assumed when he told you that you wouldn’t have pursued it any further without talking to me. I guess I thought too much of you.” I was completely caught off guard. I had never known about them. Nat must have read my reaction pretty clearly. “Ah,” she smirked. “It’s because he didn’t tell you. Let me guess – you both agreed you weren’t going to tell anyone because you didn’t want to mess up the group dynamic so you kept it a secret, and he never really indicated when you would actually tell any of us? He’d wait until we were all asleep before sneaking into your room, and he’d leave before any of us woke up? Sound familiar?” she asked angrily. I had never seen this side of her before – she was being cruel and she was enjoying it. When I didn’t answer she smirked to herself again. “I wondered why he had stopped visiting me late at night…. Now that I think about it… it stopped about five months ago. He would never explain himself when I asked… I guess it makes perfect sense now. I’m sure he regretted not being able to have sex for five months though.”

She had finally gone too far. Her initial comments had thrown me off balance, but now her hostility and cruelty had caused something to snap inside of me. I had always been the calm, and silent one – never to raise her voice in a time of stress. I think that is what caused her look of surprise when my fist connected squarely with her nose causing a sickening crack which signaled the gushing of blood from it.

“Fuck you,” I mumbled as I turned on my heel and stormed to the elevator.

I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I knew for certain that I needed to get the fuck out of the tower…. And it needed to happen as soon as possible.

I wiped the tears from my face as I hastily packed my bags. Why hadn’t he told me? Probably because he knew I would wonder if the same thing that happened to Nat would happen to me. Or was he still seeing her when he started pursuing me? My heart sank at the thought. I had been so happy last night – so relieved that the truth was finally in the open and we didn’t have to hide it. In reality, Bucky and I had never said that we were in a relationship… It had just been implied to me. “You fucking idiot,” I muttered to myself. Why had I thought that this would work? I was just the shiny new girl on the team – eventually he would get bored with me and find someone new or go back to Nat – I couldn’t compete with her in a million years. I felt sick to my stomach. I had realized I was falling in love with Bucky months ago, but I didn’t really admit it to myself openly until last night when I thought it had been safe to do so. I grabbed my bags angrily from my bed, and left my room – slamming the door behind me.

As the elevator opened to the parking garage I knew exactly where I was going. My parents had had a small cottage on the edge of a tiny coastal town in Maine. They had left it to me when they had died. For years before I had joined the Avengers I had found solace in my visits there. It would put distance between Bucky, and I – giving me time to think. No one in the group really knew about it so I wouldn’t have to worry about someone from the team knocking at my door. As I pulled out of the parking garage and onto the busy New York streets I was desperate to get as many miles as I could between me and the people I thought were my new family.

My phone buzzed in the passenger seat as I drove out of New York City. I picked it up hastily to see “STARK” illuminating the screen. My immediate impulse was to ignore it – I really didn’t want to talk to anyone, but I knew if I didn’t answer Tony would be persistent in tracking me down and showing up unannounced and unwelcome. It was the Stark way. I slid my finger across the screen and held the phone to my ear.

“What Stark?” I tried to ask it casually, but it came out too forced. It was obvious that I was upset. I had never been great at hiding my emotions when I actually managed to get angry.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked casually.

“Driving,” I answered curtly.

“Where ya going?”

“Tony… I just need a few days to myself. I promise I will keep a low profile and stay out of trouble,” I felt like a kid trying to plead with my parents again. Part of me was annoyed, but part of me was relieved that someone cared enough to ask.

Tony let out an exasperated sigh on the other end. “Fine… Fine… just let me know if you need anything kid. We’ll see you in a few days,” he replied before hanging up.

I sighed completely relieved. It would buy me some time to be away without the constant barrage of Tony Stark’s questions. It left one last phone conversation to have before turning off my phone. I dialed the number and waited patiently until I heard the familiar voice.

“I need you – can you meet me at the cottage?” I asked nervously.


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When We Collide (Part 6)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

Twenty-something tequila shots, four different kinds of drinks and a bottle of champagne later you would have believed you weren’t able to feel anything. The banging sensation behind you was loud as Luke had smacked your back against the door but you barely felt a single feeling.

His finger was almost furiously tapping against the ring bell to his front door, desperately waiting for Patrick to open up because he hadn’t had time to inform about your arrivals, his lips nippling onto your bruises ones.

Safe to say, Luke was right about his sayings when he said that first kiss wouldn’t be the last of tonight.

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OUAT Super Secret Spoiler Spec **UPDATED**

I’ve been getting a lot anonymous asks talking about the secret spoiler that was seen on the set tour and have therefore compiled a lot of info on what exactly the spoiler might be.  DISCLAIMER: all this info is coming from anonymous sources who may or may not actually know anything about the set.  Therefore, I am claiming all of this as total speculation until a valid source can provide confirmation.  So, here’s a list of all the info I’ve gotten.

  • The spoiler “would be hard to keep in [Captain Swan’s] house.”
  • Someone at the convention apparently said that the spoiler had something to do with CS (but backpedaled when they realized that they’d said too much).
  • I got two very vague anons following an anon that wished people would just tell us the spoiler.  They said the following: “It has to do with a boy named Jack *whistles*” and “A tale of a boy named Jack and a….”  I guessed that what they’re referring to is the beanstalk, but got no further confirmation.
  • The beanstalk would align with whatever the spoiler is being hard to keep in the CS house, and it would also be related to CS.
  • There was apparently a tweet where someone said the secret spoiler was in a green screen room, which they would need in order to recreate the beanstalk set.
  • I literally just got the same anon who hinted that it was the beanstalk confirming that the spoiler is in fact the beanstalk.  
  • There is now a picture of what looks like the bottom of a beanstalk in an outdoor set in Burnaby Central Park (x)

Obviously there is no way for me to 100% confirm any of this, but I thought I would organize all the info I’ve collected, whether it’s true or not, so that you all can be the judge.  If you want to see any of the asks I’ve gotten in relation to any of these pieces of info, you can either message me or find them at mrs-emma-swan-jones.tumblr.com/tagged/anon.

Night sky (Mark x TwinFemReader) fluff aghast

Originally posted by lum1natrix

(( gif not mine - CUTIE ))

(A/n): lmao this request is weird and I love it.

Request:  If you’re still doing request, do you think you could do a mark x female twin reader where they getting into a big fight so she leaves without telling anybody but eventually comes back and it’s clear that they’re both wrecks without their twin? Fluffy angst? Sorry, I just really like twin stuff ☺️

Warnings: Swearing and sadness and fluff and kill me


Okay so sharing a house in general, is not always fun. Sharing a house with three other men, can be fun but also not fun. But, sharing a house with your twin brother, fun and terrible.

But, (Y/n) shared a house with them because her and Mark had always worked together on everything. The pair of them had started this channel together; with (Y/n) behind the scenes and Mark in front of the camera.

Yeah, sometimes it was stressful, especially for Mark. He had to maintain his public image all the time.

The two of them had each other though. They pair really were inseparable, as most twins are.

“Mark, I swear to fuck if you don’t put the seat down one more time, I’m selling your dick on the black market.”

Screaming things such as this across the house was likely common. All the person in question would do, though, is giggle and run away. Because she lives with several five year olds.

“Kill me now…” (Y/n) mumbled.

Walking down the stairs cautiously, she had split her path and strut into the large kitchen.

“Mark.” the girl growled.

Her fraternal twin was standing there next the the fridge with chica at his feet.


“Did you even hear what I just said?” she questioned harshly.

“Well yeah, but I was busy adoring Chica that I didn’t have time to care.” he joked.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes with venom soaking her usually sweet expression. This was also very common. Him not caring about a lot of things his twin had to say.

“Mark I’m serious. This is a small bathroom incident but it just further proves the point that you don’t listen.

Her words didn’t register in his ears or even get past her lips it seemed. The brunette was too busy baby talking his dog.

All (Y/n) could manage to do was sigh dramatically. It pissed her off that he didn’t take the time to hear her, and the frustration showed.

“I’m going to get dressed.” the girl commented stiffly.

“Not that you care..”

As (Y/n) made her way slowly back up the stairs, Ethan passed her stride joyfully.

“Mooooring, (Y/n).” he called, stopping his bouncy walk to face her politely.

“Yeah.” she replied blandly.

She continued her walk of shame up the last four steps, and sauntered into her room. Ethan was left staring up the way (Y/n) had gone, visibly confused, borderline concerned.

Though it was the usual time for them all to share breakfast, the youtuber had lost her appetite.

“I’m not going to sit here and sulk, at least.” she mumbled.

Shuffling around her room, (Y/n)’s soft hum strung lightly in the air. The (h/c) haired girl collected a pair of clean jeans and blank shirt, throwing over a loose cardigan.

For the second time, she made her way down the stairs.

As (Y/n) walked into the kitchen, she took the liberty of rolling up her sleeves briefly. Stepping to the cabinet, she had gestured for Mark to move over.

“I’d ask, but I’m sure you wouldn’t hear me.” (Y/n) hissed.

Reaching up to grab herself a pale plastic cup, (Y/n) caught in the corner of her eye her brother mouth what she had just said, with crude facial expressions.

The girl wanted to sigh and apologize, but she thought it might be best to guilt trip him instead. (Y/n) had really wanted to make her point.

After obtaining her glass, she went to the fridge, passing by Ethan who sat at the table. He sat there, chewing his toast silently, feeling and seeing the tension but being shit scared to say anything.

The youtuber pried open the refrigerator, viewing its contents wearily.

Dramatically, she then twisted to face the blue boy.

“Do we not have any more milk?” (Y/n) asked kindly.

Ethan nervously smiled back up at the (e/c) eyed girl, shaking his head briskly with a mouth full of bread.

This time (Y/n) did sigh “I could have asked Mark, oh but he wouldn’t have given a shit.”

Mark rolled his eyes and aggressively threw up his arms.

“So what? Now you’re going to pout all fucking day because I made one joke?!”

(Y/n) actually wasn’t surprised by his outburst, in fact the (size) girl anticipated it.

“No, I’m trying to get a fucking point across! Because repetition is the only thing you see from me.” she scoffed.

Mark just clicked his tongue and stared at his twin intensely.

“That’s because I really couldn’t give less of a fuck what you say.”

“Yeah, I already know–” she began. At this point she had already had enough this. (Y/n)’s aim was to apologize now, but that sure wasn’t Mark’s.

“No, I mean I really don’t care. What you have to say means jackshit at the point, you aren’t actually valuable to any of my project’s whatsoever.” Mark spat “I’m honestly baffled why the hell you still live with me.”

That struck home immediately. Why was she living with him? Because… well this was what the two of them had worked for for a long time…

“…” (Y/n) stood there in silence.

Ethan took a second to stand up, his eyes already gone wide. He opened his mouth stiffly and said “I don’t think you should have said that.”

Mark’s knees felt as though they could give out at the calmest of movements. Before being able to actually say anything, the brunette opened and closed his mouth several times, looking between his sister and Ethan.

“(Y/n), oh my god… I’m…” he began, heartfelt hurting twisting his words.

“The sun is so bright…” came Tyler’s airy voice, entering the kitchen lazily.

He stretched backwards, and held in a yawn “Morning.”

The girl took this as any sort of cue to leave.

She stepped her way rigidly from the room. Mark could be heard yelling her name before Ethan called a loud “Wait!” but it wasn’t for (Y/n).

(Y/n) turned to face the stairs, staring up at them blankly.

She had made up her mind. Even in her dazed state, she knew for certain she did not want to be here of all places, right now.

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The girl had left. The house, I mean. She took her car from in front of the house and went away.

Of course she didn’t have any plans as to where she desired to go. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought she didn’t want to go anywhere at all.

So she drove and drove. And drove some more. Where (Y/n) ended up was half way across L.A, parked on the side of the road.

As she sat there breathing heavily, she was able to feel in her pocket, her phone vibrating. Not at all wanting to see any of the messages; she pulled it out against her better judgement.

- Loud blue boy: (Y/n)?

- Loud blue boy: I think you should come out of your room…

- Loud blue boy: wait r u even in your room??? :0

- Loud blue boy: Wait wait (Y/n) where are you?!

(Y/n)’s screen was lit up with messages from Ethan; they made her laugh a bit as she wiped at her eye.

The girl was happy she didn’t apply makeup this morning, noticing now that she had been crying most of the time she was driving.

A blunt sting cut through her upper chest. She didn’t want to be away from Ethan or Tyler. Especially not Mark. She had heard what Mark had said, but her mind wanted to know that he was lying. (Y/n) didn’t want to leave him…

“It’s been what, twenty minutes and I already miss them?” she mumbled softly.

Chancing her blurry eyes, (Y/n)’s gaze fell upon the digital clock in her car. It read in bright blue 4:58pm.

A quaint gasp bubbled from her throat, making (Y/n) sputter a bit in breath.

‘Six hours, what the hell.’ she thought.

Swiping furiously at her eyes once more, (Y/n) pulled off the side of the road and dealt out a most likely illegal U-turn. The youtuber began to go back the way she came, offering her silence a thick sigh.

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“I fucked up didn’t I?” Mark sniffed.

He was sat in the very middle of the kitchen, balling his eyes out, with a very not okay head.

“A little…” Tyler lulled. Tyler had been explained what had happened, and if he was honest, he was pretty disappointed in the two of them.

“Oh god, what if she never comes back?” Mark cries, heartbroken at the very thought “What if she just moves out and takes all her stuff with her and doesn’t say goodbye? Takes all her belongings, her memories.”

“I’m not sure that she would do that.” Ethan pats his back in an effort to console him.

Mark twists his head to look at the blue haired man and stares at him directly in the eyes.

“Ethan, I’m not ready to have her for once not take me.”

Now Ethan was the one heartbroken. He could see sufferable pain in Mark’s deep brown eyes.

“Hey, Mark, I believe that’s (Y/n)’s car pulling in…” Tyler spoke.

In an instant, the brunette had scrambled to his feet and with a deathly silence, watched the door.

Within a few seconds, it had opened quietly; softly. (Y/n)’s form slipped through the opening.

The current time was 11:23pm, from the moment that Mark saw (Y/n) in the doorway, to the second Mark had sprinted to her and snared her in a hug. The minute hand on the clock hadn’t even moved a millimeter between the two.

“Mark…” (Y/n)’s voice cracked. She wasn’t able to hug him back, or even close the door. Her twin had her arms confined under his own.

Mark also wasn’t able to say anything, it seems, other than ‘I’m sorry’ in repetition.

“Repetition, that’s all I ever hear from you.” (Y/n) laughed softly, sniffing a bit now and again.

The male raised his head to her words, showing her a sad, dopey smile. The stars in open night sky reflecting on his watery black eyes; making his sister smile back at him ten fold.


(A/n): Boi this is so long I hated editing it. I can’t frickin read today, lordy


request: Can You make a bts x Pokémon collection lock screens?

These are probably far from what you wanted but yeah. xd Am I the only one who has no idea what a pokemon is? Only me? Okay. xD Pikachu is the only thing about pokemon I know. lol I live under a rock.



Avengers x Reader: Storm

Originally posted by science

(Author’s Note: Heyo, Rainy here!  Just a little something I wanted to post in between requests.  I was feeling kind of lonely last night and came up with this idea just because.  Just some silly fluff to cheer you up if you need it!   Also, gif is not mine. Credit to original owner!)

   It was an ordinary day in Avengers Tower.  No villains.  No evil plots or schemes to sabotage.  It seemed that the crappy weather had taken care of that.  Gray clouds seemed to cover the entire city of New York, and what little patches of sky were visible were dark as well.  Raindrops covered the windows and tap-tapped on the roof.

   Steve and Bucky sat on either end of the leather couch in the hangout at the top floor of Avengers Tower.  You stretched out across them, head resting on Bucky’s lap and legs dangling across Steve’s.  Both soldiers watched rather boredly as you flipped through the TV channels, one arm draped across your forehead dramatically.  It was a miserable day, and what better way to be bored than with your friends?

   Footsteps echoed on the smooth floor, signaling Tony Stark’s entrance.  The eccentric billionaire donned a t-shirt and pair of ripped jeans instead of a suit, which meant he had been busy working in the garage on his Iron Man tech.  He paced over to the bar to pour himself a quick glass of water, most likely parched from his work.  He gulped the clear liquid down, pausing to stare at the three of you in between gulps.  You, Bucky, and Steve stared back at him until, finally, he set the glass down and spoke.  

   “Yeesh, what’s going on in here?  You all look miserable.”

   “Thanks. It’s really nice to see you too,” you quipped, giving him a look.  

   “Yeah, I could tell by your faces when I walked in the room.  They just lit up.”  His retort earned a snort from each of you, and he stuffed his hands in his pockets, sparing a glance out the window.  “Weather’s got you down?”

   “I had plans to go out for a jog,” Steve explained, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

   “And I wanted to visit the store.  We’re out of plums,” Bucky grumbled, arms folded.

   “Not to mention I was going to head down to Central Park for a relaxing afternoon out,” you added.  “Basically, the rain messed up all our plans.”

   “So we’re just here being bored together,” Bucky finished, eyes fixed on the TV screen which had gone static.

   Tony rolled his eyes unsympathetically, walking to stand in front of the TV screen.  “Okay, first of all, Steve, there is a very expensive workout room that I had built into the basement of the Tower, complete with a running track.”

   “It’s not really the same, you know?” Steve shrugged.  “I like being out in the morning air and seeing the sun come up.”

   Tony gave him a look, but moved on.  “And Bucky, are you really going to let rain come between you and your plums?  Man up, put on a trench coat, and go out.”


   Lastly, Tony’s gaze rested on you.  “_______, you do realize this is Avengers Tower.  We have an indoor pool, food, a library, food.  That sounds like a pretty relaxing afternoon to me.”

   “I’ve done all that stuff already,” you stretched your arms out and yawned.

   “Whatever.  It’s not like I invested a whole lot of money in-”  The pounding of rain on the windows increased until it nearly drowned out his voice.  A deafening boom of thunder sounded, and lightning flashed.

   “Wow.  That doesn’t sound too good,” you mused.  “We should turn the lights off.”

   Tony looked at you as if you had suggested everyone dress up as clowns and go running through the streets of New York..  “Why?”

   “To watch the storm.  I like feeling all safe and cozy inside while that craziness is happening outside.”

   “Me too,” Steve agreed.  “That’s a good idea.  Let’s do it.”  

   Even Bucky’s usual scowl was replaced by a smile at the idea.  “I like the sound of that.”  

   That was yet another reason why you got along with them so well.  Tony and the others were so reliant on technology, that they sometimes forgot to sit back and enjoy the simpler things in life.  Steve and Bucky enjoyed technology and its benefits, but like you, they were a bit old-fashioned and liked to step away and take time to appreciate other things.

   “Come on, Stark.  There’s more to life than heated pools and tinkering with robots,” Steve went on.

   “Even most of your library is digital,” you pointed out. 

   “Yeah, pfft, electricity.  Who needs that?” Tony joked, waving his hand dismissively.  “Excuse me for taking advantage of modern conveniences.  Sorry I’m not a tree-hugging, bird-watching nymph like all of you.”

   Bucky snorted, and you laughed.  You sat up and went around the room, shutting off lights along the way.  Steve jumped to his feet and took care of the last set of lights before the two of you rejoined Bucky on the couch, you snuggled in between them.  The room was very dark, save for the dim light from the gray sky that seeped in through the windows.

   “Come sit,” you motioned for Tony to take a seat.  You could see his outline hesitate before shrugging and walking over to sit down on Bucky’s other side.  “There.  Isn’t this nice?” 

   Thunder continued to boom, lightning flashed, and the rain thrummed against the windows harshly.  It might be a scary thing to witness, but snuggled in between two very good friends that you trusted, you felt safe and warm.

   “You know,” Tony broke the silence in the conversation.  “This is actually really nice.”

   “Yep,” you agreed with a nod.  “But something’s missing…”

   “We need a fort,” Steve chuckled. 

   “Exactly.  See, this is why we’re friends.”  You jumped up and hurried out of the room before anyone could protest.  “Be right back!  I’m just going to grab some materials!”  You headed straight for the nearest closet full of sheets, towels, extra pillows, etc…And started gathering everything you could carry. 


   “I have to admit, when you mentioned a fort, I thought this would be stupid,” Tony confessed.  “But this…This right here is awesome.” 

   “It’s perfect,” you agreed, tossing a couple of flashlights inside.

   Bucky was making the finishing touches, setting down a stack of books to hold a sheet in place.  Even you hadn’t expected it to turn out so cool.  It really was an impressive fort.  

   “We good?” Steve asked. 

   “Yeah, this should hold up just fine,” Bucky replied.  You dropped to your hands and knees and crawled in to bury yourself in the pile of blankets and pillows.  Bucky ducked in, chuckling as you rolled yourself up like a burrito. 

    “Steve! Tony!  Come on in!” you called.

   Steve crawled in, following by Tony fumbling his way in.  Both of them found their own blankets and pillows and got comfortable.  The four of you turned your attention to the little window the group made so you could see the storm.  A loud boom of thunder sounded, and you rolled over to snuggle against Bucky’s side.

  “Comfortable?” he asked, unable to hide a small smile.

   You grinned up at him.  “Very”

   Tony shifted so that he was lying obnoxiously across your stomach.  “Me too.”

  “Dork.” You ruffled his hair.

   “Hey, not cool.”

   “Oh my gosh!” a new, but familiar, voice exclaimed from somewhere outside the fort.  “Is that a fort?”

   “Clint, care to join us?” Steve called.

  “Heck yeah!”  He bounded over to scrambled inside.  A few of you had to move over to make room.  “Wow, this is so cool.  You guys watching the storm?”

   “Yep, it’s actually more fun that I thought it would be,” Tony replied.

   “Nat would love this.”

   “Love what?”  The read-headed agent appeared at the entrance of the fort suddenly, making all of you jump in surprise.  Clint screamed.  “Calm down,” Natasha told him.  “It’s only me.”

   “And me.”

  “Bruce?” you questioned.  “Is that you?”

  “Oh gosh, we seriously are going to need more room,” Clint commented.  The next thing you knew, everyone was squeezed in beside each other in the fort.

   “This is ridiculous,” Natasha said, but you could see the smile on her face.

  “Rogers.  You wouldn’t mind getting your elbow out of my shoulder, would you?”

   “Well maybe your shoulder needs to get off my elbow, Tony.”

   Most of you were chuckling and playfully shoving each other.  Except Bruce, who was struggling with the fact he was in such a small space.  It was such a silly and fun time, a nice change from all the high-stress situations the lot of you were usually in.  Meanwhile, the storm went on outside. 

  You thought it was unfortunate that the rest of the team couldn’t be there to enjoy it, but they had their own missions to deal with.  Your group spent the rest of the stormy evening talking and laughing over just about everything.  After the conversation died down, you all fell into a comfortable silence.  You were pretty sure you heard Tony snoring.  That guy almost never slept, so this was probably good for him. It was so calming that you felt your eyelids growing heavy.

   “Go ahead and sleep, doll,” Bucky told you quietly, patting your shoulder. 

   “Yes.  Sleep.  Just please don’t snore.”

   “Shut up, Barton.”

7 years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x Reader - Part 3

In all honesty this series was only going to have two parts but cause you guys are so damn cute I extended it.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 - Here  Part 4  Part 5

When you had gotten home, eyes puffy from crying tears of happiness, you immediately video called Areum. When she had answered, she briefly panicked at the sight of your tear stained face and you reassured her that everything was alright. You spent an hour explaining the whole ordeal to her and then another explaining your relationship with Jungkook.

“Wait… so I, your best friend, did not know You and Jungkook are practically soulmates?” You choked on your bottle of water whilst having a mini coughing fit. When you had recovered, you snapped your head up and glared directly at the screen of your laptop.

“Soulmates where? We’re just childhood friends.” Areum tutted and shook her head. She the went on to give you a sly smile as if she knew something you didn’t.

“Oh come on Y/N. We all know which way this relationship is going. You have seen ‘Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo’ right? The childhood friends always end up together.” You aggressively shook your head whilst you blushed heavily at the thought of dating Jungkook. It’s not that you despised the idea, it’s just it had never crossed your mind. Not with all the drama you’ve had to put up with for the past 2 years.

“Areum, your mouth is moving but all I hear is bullshit right now.” It was her turn to glare at you and she twirled her hair around her fingers innocently. “Okay fine, when you start dating you have to buy me… Ah! You have to buy me Shinee’s new album. Deal?” You couldn’t believe the nerve of Areum, making bets on your love life.

“Deal!” That didn’t stop you from agreeing because let’s be honest here, there was no way you were going to date Jungkook. You’d probably be killed by Hye Mi if you so much as hugged him within her sights. Actually, pissing off Hye Mi was a very tempting idea.

Scratch that. You could care less about her.

After bidding Areum a good night, you logged off and lay in bed. You were excited to go back to school but this time as Jungkook’s untouchable childhood friend.

This school year was beginning to look like a good one.


When you entered the classroom the next day, Jungkook was already sitting down in his seat, staring out the window. His ears perked up at the sound of your chair against the floor and he smiled when he realised you had arrived.

“Morning Y/N.” The slight rasp of his voice was enough to tell you he wasn’t used to arriving at school this early. He stood up and made himself comfortable on the chair in front of you, once again placing his head on your desk.

“Good morning Jungkook.” He chuckled and proceeded to pinch your cheek. Slapping his hand away, you flicked him on his forehead. “What? So you’re not gonna call me Kookie anymore?”

“Not in school.”  He pouted at you in a playful manner and nudged your shoulder.

“Why not? I thought we were friends.” You couldn’t stop the smile that spread on your face from his whining tone. Just as you were going to reply, Hye Mi stepped into the classroom, eyes taking in the close proximity between you and Jungkook. To your surprise, she just scoffed and made her way to her seat, sitting down and pulling out her compact mirror.

Jungkook completely disregarded her presence and continued to pester you, ruffling your hair. “Come on, you’re literally my oldest friend. You’re the only exception when it comes to calling me Kookie.” Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Hye Mi’s shoulders tense at what Jungkook had just said.

Whatever. It’s not your problem.

“Fine. Okay Kookie, just stop messing up my hair.” He grinned at you and began patting down your hair, making sure you looked presentable. You made small talk with Jungkook whilst your classmates began arriving, some giving you confused looks whilst others envy. The questioning stares proved to be too much as you groaned and hid you face in your arms. Jungkook simply laughed and left you to wallow in your self pity.


Lunch had once again arrived and you found that your table was still occupied by Hye Mi and her friends. You were debating whether you should confront her when you heard Jungkook call out to you. When he realised he had gained your attention, he began to gesture to the free seats on his table. Sighing in relief, you grabbed Areum’s hand and dragged her to the table.

Jungkook greeted you with a big smile and his friends followed suit. You returned their smiles and sat down, Areum cautiously sitting down beside you.

“Y/N! You decided to join us!” Taehyung literally screamed in your ear and you flinched. Yoongi whined at the loud noise and hit him on the head. “Shut up you idiot. Can’t get some damn sleep.” He went back to laying his head on the table and Taehyung stuck his tongue out at him. Areum was sat next to you, notice my tense and you realised it was because she was literally sitting on a table with a bunch of strangers, save for you.

“Guys, this is my friend Areum. Areum meet Jungkook and his friends.” Jungkook beamed at her and pointed at Taehyung. “I’m pretty sure you know this is Kim Taehyung by now. Min Yoongi is the one who is sleeping and Kim Seokjin is someone you will always find either eating or looking a pictures of himself.” To emphasise his pint he nodded his head in the direction of Jin, who was currently stuffing his face with rice.

“These three go by the names of Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok and Park Jimin. Although Namjoon hyung has a high IQ, we all tend to lose a couple of brain cells because of him. Hoseok and Jimin are always having dance competitions so that’s another thing to be aware of.” Areum giggled at his words and you sighed in relief, happy that she seemed to be comfortable.

“Guys, come to Jungkook’s party on Saturday!” Taehyung piped up from beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulder. You made eye contact with Jungkook, silently asking if it was okay and you saw him avert his eyes.

“Uh, yeah come if you want.” You didn’t particularly go to parties often but since it was Jungkook’s you were sure everything would be fine. Smiling, you turned back to Taehyung.

“Sure, we’ll come.” Taehyung cheered and Areum snickered at his antics.

You’d be as happy as they were if you hadn’t sensed Jungkook hesitate before. Why he seemed reluctant was beyond you.


The days slowly passed by and you along with Areum became closer with the boys, your old friendship with Jungkook coming back to light. Hye Mi became more jealous but seemed to notice Jungkook’s willingness to protect you so the weekly bullying came to a stop. She still found opportunities to slip in snide remarks but, as usual, you didn’t let it bother you.

When Friday arrived you began to feel suspicious over what could take place at this party. Jungkook had constantly asked you if ‘you were sure you wanted to come’ and that 'you didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to’. It was off putting but your desire to know why he was behaving in this way was stronger than the warning bells in your head.

He had given up by now and despite the guilty looks he occasionally sent you, you began to feel excited. You had obviously gone to parties before but none of the, were hosted by the most popular boy in school and you were eager to see what it had in store for you.

Lying in bed, you watched the screen of your laptop with intense concentration at the dilemma you were presented with.

“Okay Y/N. This skirt and top or this above the knees dress? I need you to concentrate on this.” Areum slowed down each sentence as if she was talking to a child and your eyebrows creased.

“The skirt and top combo, that dress is too formal.” Areum gave a firm nod, giving a dimpled smile. Dropping the clothes on her bed, she drew closer to the camera.

“But what about you? What are you wearing tomorrow?” Shrugging your shoulders, you rolled onto your back. “Whatever I pick out in the heat of the moment I guess. Areum… has Jungkook seemed a bit, I don’t know, off?” She placed a finger to her chin, clearly reflecting on the past few days. Eventually nodding, Areum eyes widened in realisation.

“Now that you mention it, he did ask me to try and get you to focus on your studies instead of coming to the party. It’s really weird…” The questioning look she gave you made you tilt your head in confusion.

“Don’t look at me like that! I have no idea why he’s acting like that too. To be honest, I think he doesn’t want me to come.” Areum stayed silent, allowing you to continue with your explanation.

“He seems like he’s hiding something from me… Ah whatever! I don’t care.” You received a look of uncertainty which had you nodding your head vigorously.

“Yes, I’m sure Areum!”

“But I didn’t say any-”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow. Good night!”

Closing the video call, you slammed your laptop screen down and huffed.

“Gosh I don’t want to think about that!” Deciding that it would be better to sleep instead of dwell on the situation, you crawled underneath your covers and shut your eyes tight.

Maybe if you ignored your thoughts enough, the uncertainty would disappear.


Come Find Her

I came up with this imagine after watching the segment between Dean and Baron on Tuesday’s SmackDown Live! These are two of my favorite guys in WWE right now, so I’m excited to see what they do together! Sorry that it’s so short, I tried to make it as long as I could. – Hope you like it!

Summary: Baron Corbin makes his feud with Dean Ambrose personal by kidnapping the one person that means everything to Dean, his girlfriend.

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“Get away from me!” You screamed as you tried to pull your arm out of Baron’s grasp.

“Stop squirming.” He said.

He had cornered you backstage and dragged you into one of the abandoned hallways in the back of the arena. There was no one in this part of the arena. You could scream as loud as you wanted to, but no one would hear you.

There was, however, a monitor set up and a cameraman standing in the corner looking as scared as you. You assumed Baron threatened him into coming down here.

You smiled as you heard Dean’s music hit and him make his way down to the ring. He immediately planted a Dirty Deeds to Curt Hawkins, having no interest in the match he was scheduled for that night, and then grabbed a match.

“Over the years I’ve learned a lot of valuable life lessons, for instance, rollerblading home from happy hour is a bad idea, some women don’t like to be called sturdy, burrito bowls and rollercoasters don’t mix, but one of the most important life lessons I have learned is when you are pushed you have to push back and over the last couple of weeks I have been pushed, prodded, attacked, beaten up, and left for dead but if Baron Corbin thinks I’m going to roll over and walk away from that then Baron Corbin is going to learn a very valuable life lesson of his own and here it is: messing with Dean Ambrose is a very very bad idea. Son, if you don’t believe that then let’s find out. I can’t think of a better place then SmackDown Live right here in St. Paul Minnesota. I want a fight. I want a fight and I want it right now, so Baron Corbin bring your ass out here.”

Your lips curved into a smile as you watched him cut his promo. You loved seeing Dean on the mic. He was a natural at it. And you loved how into his work he got. You could tell he was pumped up.

“Dean…Dean, you want a fight? Well, that’s too bad. I don’t just come to the ring when you call my name.” Baron said as the camera guy pointed the camera at him.

“Oh my god. Those tattoos are even uglier on the big screen.” Dean said. “Look, dude, are you going to come out here or not because I didn’t validate my parking and I only got fifteen minutes left on the meter.”

“I’m glad you find humor in this,” Baron said. “You’re gonna need it. You cost me the WWE Championship at Elimination Chamber. You are a speed bump that has slowed me down. But now, now you are a deer standing in the middle of the road and I am going to run you over. But Dean, Dean I think you should see something first…” Baron said.

Baron reached over and pulled you closer to him so that you were in the camera’s view. You were sure you looked terrified because that’s exactly how you felt. You didn’t know what Baron was going to do to you.

“Because you see Dean, you aren’t invincible anymore. I have something over on you. You have something to lose. And I have that something right here.” Baron said as he squeezed your arm a little tighter.

“You son of a b*tch. You let her go!” Dean screamed.

“You want her? Come find her!” Baron said and then he shoved the camera towards the ground.

“Let me go!” You screamed.

“Fighting isn’t going to help you. You can’t get away.” Baron said.

“Dean! Dean help me!” You screamed out as loud as you could.

You then noticed Baron pick up a lead pipe from the ground. You felt your heart drop. You had no doubt Dean would come looking for you. But he wouldn’t be any match for Baron Corbin with a lead pipe.

“Y/n! Y/n! Baron where are you, you coward?” You heard Dean’s voice faintly.

“Dean! Dean help me!” You screamed.

“Y/n! I’m coming baby!” He screamed.

“Go over there. Show him where you are.” Baron said motioning to the hallway where Dean would probably be able to see you.

You hesitantly walked over and you looked down the hallway. You saw Dean at the end of the hallway.

“Y/n! Where is he?” Dean screamed.

Just then Baron stepped in front of you, putting himself between you and Dean, lead pipe in hand. Dean stopped running and eyed the lead pipe.

“Come on Ambrose. Come save your girlfriend.” Baron challenged.

What Dean did next shocked you. He charged full speed at Baron and speared him. Which knocked the lead pipe out of his hand, but also knocked Baron into you. You fell backward and you felt your head hit the hard floor of the arena. You curled up and brought your hands to your head as you winced.

You felt a throbbing instantly on the back of your head where you hit the concrete floor. You closed your eyes and tried not to think about the pain. Then you looked over to see Baron and Dean wrestling for dominance.

Dean was on top of Baron delivering blow after blow to him. But Baron was reaching for something. Not just something…the lead pipe. His fingertips were inches away from it and you knew if he got it, it wouldn’t be good for Dean. You stretched your leg out, kicking the pipe out of Baron’s reach.

Dean laid a couple more good punches on Baron, the second one hitting him square in the nose. He hit him a few more times for good measure and then climbed off Baron and turned to you.

He grabbed your hand in his and started dragging you down the hallway and away from Baron. Once you were back to the area of backstage where the locker rooms were Dean turned to you. He reached up and cupped your face in his hands as he looked into your eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You couldn’t find the words, so you just nodded.

“Did he hurt you? Put his hand on you?” He asked.

“N-no.” You said as you felt a tear escape and run down your cheek.

“Shh, you’re okay, baby. I’m right here.” He said as he pulled you into his chest and held you tight. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He said.

“I was so scared, Dean.” You mumbled into his shirt as you held onto him for dear life.

“I know, darlin’. But I’m here. Nobody’s going to hurt you as long as I’ve got something to say about it.” He said.

Fulfilling A Fantasy by SBK

Michonne breathes in deeply welcoming the fresh air caressing her skin and moving through her hair as she and Rick cruise down the highway with the windows down.  The night air is not too cool nor too warm but a pleasant mixture that is more than comfortable.  

She looks over to him, wondering at the smile he has worn ever since he came home from work. He refused to tell her where they were going.  He’d planned their date night weeks ago but didn’t give her any details as he wanted it to be a surprise.  The only clue she has is that it is some miles away from King County as they have been on the road for over a half hour.  He also insisted that she wear a dress which was even more puzzling.

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me where we’re going?  I’d like to have a reason for matching your smile.”

He shakes his head, the air tossing his curls.  “Nope. Now stop asking.”

“Not even a little hint?” She prods.

The smile never leaves his face as he reaches up and presses a button to power on the radio.  A melodic country tune fills the car and he proceeds to sing along….loudly.

Michonne sighs realizing that she is not going to get anything out of him.  She sits contently, excited about their night out and anticipating his plans.

He continues to sing, allowing his eyes to drift down as he takes in the clingy dress she wore.  He clears his throat as a distraction, commanding his body to quell down its response to her.

Several minutes later, he is making a turn off the main highway and pulling onto a dirt path, driving up to a small booth with a young teen seated inside.

“Evening folks.  Y’all are just in time.  Two?”

Rick nods as he grabs his wallet and hands him a couple of bills.  Michonne frowns as she canvasses their surroundings.  The trees are shrouding whatever is ahead but she can’t help wondering if this is an outdoor concert or something as she can hear some sort of music playing nearby.

Rick accepts his change and drives forward.  Michonne breaks into a smile as she realizes they are at a drive in theater.  She thought these were obsolete everywhere.

“How did you find this place?  I’ve never been to a drive in movie before.”

He smiles with her. “Leon Basset told me about it. They just opened up a few weeks ago.” He sighs as he looks around, trying to find a place to park.  “I remember going to a drive in as a little kid but they were all gone by the time I was old enough to really enjoy them.”

He parks the car and kills the engine.  He leans over and gives her a kiss to the cheek.  “Be right back.”

She looks up at the screen informing them that tonight’s double feature is a romantic comedy and a horror film.  She cringes at the latter, hoping Rick will be ready to call it a night after the first movie.

He returns promptly, carrying a tray loaded with soda, popcorn, and candy.  She watches as he attaches the tray to the window just like in the old movies she has seen.  The fact that she is experiencing this for the first time with Rick just makes it all the more special.

He looks down at the console between them as he hands her the popcorn and soda and wishes he’d driven his old pickup truck.  They’d be cuddled side by side with nothing to divide them.  He shrugs and decides to just make the best of it.

“This was a really nice idea Rick.”  She looks around at all the other cars and notices that the parking lot is full. “Thanks for surprising me.”

“You are more than welcome.”

They turn their attention to the movie which has begun, munching on their snacks as they watch with interest.

Several minutes into the film, Rick finds himself glancing at his wife more than at the giant projection screen.  The flickering lights from the screen plus the post lights in the parking area are giving off enough illumination to make her smooth skin glow and showcase her perfect cleavage as they both beckon him.

He leans over, resting an elbow on the console as he looks at her and then at the screen.  He stretches an arm towards her, resting it across her shoulders as he pulls her closer to him.

“Mr. Grimes, what are you doing?”

“I want to kiss you so badly right now.  I remember hearing the older kids talk about how they used to make out at the drive in and I remember how I couldn’t wait to get older so I could do the same thang but I never got the chance.”

She gives him her full attention, noting the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.  “So you brought me to the drive in just so you could make out with me in the car?”

“Of course not.  You said yourself that this was a nice idea. A great date, right?”  With her nod, he leans in a little closer.  “So let’s make it even greater.”

She can never resist when her husband is in an amorous mood.  She’d seen this particular romantic comedy before anyway.  She looks around cautiously before leaning in and pressing her lips to his.  She can feel him smile before he opens his mouth over hers and delves inside with his tongue.  She latches on, pulling slightly before she offers up her own tongue, pushing inside slowly.

He moans as he tilts his head, bringing his hand up from her waist to cup one of her breasts softly. He honestly feels like a randy teenager, trying to hit a home run.  He trails kisses along her cheek and down to her neck, the sweet fragrance of her perfume going straight to his head.

She runs her fingers through his hair, tossing her head back as he tongues her neck expertly.  Her breath comes in short pants as her excitement continues to elevate.  “Is this some sort of fantasy for you?”

He stops momentarily to look into her eyes, his breathing just as erratic as hers.  “More than that because I’m with you.”

She smiles, wondering yet again how she got so lucky.  Rick is the sweetest man she has ever known.  “I don’t know how I’m going to top this date since I have to plan our next outing.”

“You’ll think of something. If not, we can always come back.” He gives her a quick kiss before lifting himself from the driver’s side and smoothly making his way to the back seat. He sits there gazing at his gorgeous wife with passion filled eyes, his long legs spread wide, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Are you serious? What if someone catches us?”  She asks cautiously.

“We don’t have to go all the way but you could at least let me get to first base.”

She covers her mouth as she giggles, shaking her head at her incorrigible husband.  She allows her eyes to rake him slowly before she bites her bottom lip and climbs into the back with him.

He gives her a huge smile, his hands splaying her waist as he situates her onto his lap.  He rests one hand at her hip and the other across her back, relishing in the softness of her hands as she palms his face.  He starts to kiss her once again before allowing her butt to hit the seat and moving his hand underneath her dress, skimming his fingers up her thighs.  Her body shudders as he cups her sex, rubbing against her nub through silken panties. “Did I tell you this has already surpassed anythang I’ve ever fantasized about?”

She answers with a push against his hand before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him in for a more intense lip lock.  She rocks slowly, gently, finding a nice rhythm as they continue to taste each other. A gasp is inevitable as he pushes her panties aside and touches her slick, naked flesh.  “This is more than first base.”

He doesn’t answer just continues to caress her as he travels down her body with kiss after kiss and bites her breasts lightly through her clothes.  His eyes pop when she grabs the bodice of her dress and reveals a plump breast with an erect nipple straining for his mouth.  He obliges, suckling with purpose and intent as he continues to finger her gently.

She slides a hand down his chest and unzips his jeans, pushing inside and wrapping a hand around his rigid shaft.  She can give as good as she gets.  She rocks her hips with more aggression, satisfied when he does the same, pushing into her hand over and over again.  The tension builds up, his touch taking her higher and higher until her body stiffens with release.  She continues to work him despite her rapid breathing, shaking, and jerking.  

“Ah…..ah……” he pants loudly, giving in to her ministrations, exploding inside of his pants with a strangled cry.

She nuzzles his neck as they both start to come down from the ultimate high.  “Was that good?”

All he can manage is a slight nod and a really goofy grin.

They have the NERVE!!

Not only am I dying because Artificial Love is now on dvd, but they have the NERVE to put Chanbaek and Kaisoo together on the split screen! Do they want me to die in the grave too?! When this is in HD then? What am I supposed to do?! MY PROFILE PICTURE IS LITERALLY ME RIGHT NOW!!

Cr: mookmark03

Ephemeral || Prologue

(adj) lasting for a very short time

Originally posted by hohbi

pairing: jimin | reader

genre: angst (I guess)

word count: 1.4k (I tried)

summary: and six months later his name lights up the screen of your phone at 4am, and you still pick up

warnings: none

a/n: this is more like a long drabble, honestly, and I apologize for my bad writing in advance, if you want to read good fanfiction, I recommend @inktae (that’s in case you want to cry) or @jungblue

The way you met Park Jimin wasn’t unusual. Being in college brought a lot of new things into your life, none of them surprising, most of them were things you weren’t used to though. Like going to stupid frat parties. Considering your two close friends from high school didn’t go to the same college as you, you tried your best to stick to your roommates, two girls who were really nice, that’s for sure. But unfortunately they were more social than you and ended up dragging you to a huge frat house and running off without you.

Mentally cursing them in your head, you stood in the middle of a crowded and stinky living room, in between couples either making out or grinding on eachother, the shitty music blaring in your ears. Slowly pushing your way through the crowd, trying to get off of the ‘dance floor’ as quickly as possible, you ended up getting shoved from every side, earning dirty looks from couples, you interrupted swallowing eachother’s tongues.

As you finally made it to the kitchen, you were relieved to see one of the girls you came with, Mina, standing next to a rather tall boy with a bandana tied around his head. Eventhough you didn’t want to interrupt their conversation, you also absolutely didn’t want to keep standing alone like a complete outcast, so you grabbed a beer from the table and started making you way towards them. Luckily Mina saw you walking in their direction and sent you an enthusiastic wave.

“Y/N! There you are! I haven’t seen you since we came here”, she laughed and you held back a snarky reply on how they basically abandoned you. Instead you smiled and nodded. “Y/N, meet Taehyung. Tae, that’s Y/N my roommate!”, she gestured in between you two. A wide rectangular smile spread across his face and he gave you a happy “Hi, nice to meet you!”. Surprisingly his voice was deep and soft, much deeper than you’d expected. You greeted him back and took a swig of your beer, but wrinkled your face at the disgusting taste. “Cheap quality huh.”, Taehyung said and chuckled. “Honestly, you better get used to it, at parties like these, you can’t have high standards”. Mina nodded in agreement, “Beer is a no go, I honestly just drink rum and coke, it’s a safe shot if you ask me. Anyway, do you think Sana’s with the others already?”, she asked and looked over to Taehyung, who just kindly handed you another drink. He nodded and Mina gestured you to follow them.

Once again, you pushed through sweaty bodies and finally went up the stairs until Taehyung opened the door to a random room. As you walked in, you were relieved to see that no couples were making out in the bed or worse, but felt slightly pressured to see 7 pairs of eyes, including the ones of your other roommate Sana, landing on you. 6 boys and Sana were sitting scattered around the room, engulfed in some chatter, some scrolling through their phones, but their eyes shot up when you three entered. “Guys, that’s Y/N, she’s our roommate so be nice!”, Mina said jokingly and sat on the floor along with Taehyung. You stood awkwardly for a second until you ended up sitting down next to a boy with soft looking black hair, plump pink lips and the sharpest jawline you’ve probably ever seen. “Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Jimin.”

After that night, hanging out with the guys became a daily thing, as Mina and Sana already were good friends with them, and you just tagged along, your friendship growing closer. Jimin was really nice. That night, you ended up talking to him a lot more than you’d thought considering he looked like a straight up prince. But someone with such good looks couldn’t be just perfect. Park Jimin was a flirt. Every day, when you all would walk around campus, sipping coffee and chatting, Jimin would end up talking to a random pretty girl, who’d give him her number and tell him to ‘text her some time’. And Jimin you ask? He would agree every time, would give her a charming smile and save her number in his phone. Did he ever text them? Unlikely.

At first your relationship with Jimin was platonic, you were sure to not fall for any of his charms, him literally demonstrating what not to do, day to day. But could you help that little crush, that slight infatuation with him forming in the pit of your stomach? Absolutely not. The way he ran a hand through his perfectly tousled hair one too many times, or the way his eyes disappeared while laughing at one of Hobi’s jokes, or the way he seemed so caring towards the people close to him just sent a warm feeling through your body and you couldn’t help your cheeks to heat up whenever he whispered something to you.

Maybe, most definitely even, that was the first mistake you made, letting yourself fall for him.

The second mistake you made was sleeping with him. You were drunk just like him, and you could say, it just ended up happening, but that would be a lie. That night you confessed to him, after months of staying quiet about your feelings, too scared of what would happen if you’d confess to Park Jimin, not only your close friend, but also the school’s most charming fuckboy. But surprisingly, almost unbelievably, he told you he felt the same way about you.

The third mistake you made was believing his words. Eventhough you knew just how good he was with lulling girls in with what he said, your heart started to flutter as he told you he liked you too, more than a friend. That he wasn’t there with you the next morning, after you confessed to eachother and slept together should’ve been a huge red flag. But as soon as he apologized and told you he’d take you out on a date, you threw away your worries and gave yourself to him.

Mina and Sana always looked critically upon your relationship with Jimin, but you proceeded not to listen to their concerns. You ignored them as they told you, it isn’t right of Jimin to keep flirting with random girls, and rather listened to him telling you that it’s meaningless. You ignored them as they told you, Jimin shouldn’t only take you out on dates when he fucked up but you lied to them and said that you went on a lot of dates, when in reality, you didn’t.

Eventually and expectedly things ended between you and Jimin. 4 months into keeping up with all the shit he gave you, you found him cheating on you with Irene, a girl from your literature class. It was a hit to the face, and you cried for about a week straight, about your blindness, your stupidity and all the signals you had ignored, completely lost and in love with a boy who didn’t give two shits about your feelings. What hurt most was, that he didn’t try to chase after you, to apologize to you or comfort you. You only hung out with the others when Jimin wasn’t around, and avoided him on campus.

The fourth mistake you made was never fully letting go of him. He still held you in his hand like a toy, and he knew it. Eventually he started to call you again, to ‘hang out’. You again, ignored Mina and Sana, thinking that this time, things could work between you two, and the next time and the next.

And six months later, it’s 4am on a Thursday, his name lights up the screen of your phone, and you answer it, like the fool you are, for the softest boy you’ve ever met in your life, for the boy who holds the pieces of your broken heart, the boy who you can’t let go.


Til the End Draws Near-- Part IV

Originally posted by itberice

read part I // part II // part III

“As many of you know, my good friend Felicity Smoak was injured last year in a terrorist attack, which left her paralyzed. It was thanks to a Palmer Tech invention, a spinal chip, that allowed her to walk this past year. For that, I am very grateful.” Oliver addressed the crowd of reporters in front of him, preparing himself to reveal half-truths, enough to get the city in action but protect his own heart as well. 

“Miss Smoak’s chip malfunctioned earlier today. When she contacted me for some help, I was quick to agree, because even though our relationship had ended, she still is a good friend, and we’ve remained friends. However, Miss Smoak is now missing. I have it on good authority that she has been kidnapped. Please, help me find her, Star City. Thank-you.” 

Oliver left the steps, rushing back to his office, bodyguards two steps behind. He needed to ditch them, asap. Making a quick detour down the hall, he explained he need a few minutes to freshen up. 

Out the window of the bathroom and he was free. His motorcycle was parked in the alley, right where he’d left it. Oliver stripped out of his suit, throwing it in the compartment underneath the seat. 

His phone started ringing from his pant’s pocket. Curtis’s name flashed on the screen

“Go.” He snapped. 

“I found Helix. They’re in Orchid Bay, on the corner of Oak and Pleasant.”

“On my way. Stay on the comms Curtis, and keep me updated.” 

“Do you want backup?”

Oliver couldn’t keep the dark tone out of his voice. “No. This is my fight.” 

“Let us hel–”

“Curtis. That’s enough.” 

Oliver was crossing the bridge from Downtown to Orchid Bay when he was hailed by Curtis. 

“What now? I’m two blocks to go.”

“Stand down, Oliver.” Lyla’s voice on the other end surprised him. Oliver pulled to a stop, obeying the order reluctantly. 

“You’d better have a good reason for this, Lyla. This is Felicity we’re talking about.” 

“Stay out of Helix, Oliver. I mean it.” Lyla snapped.

Oliver ground his teeth.“Why! If we know what Prometheus wants with Felicity, then we can stop him from getting it.” 

“And what’s to stop him from killing her? If Adrian can’t get what he wants from Helix, he’ll just kill her, and you know it. Right now, Helix is our bargaining chip. Anyways, I know what he wants.”

Something rang false to him, a tickling in his guy. Lyla was tricky, just like him, where lies came as easily as the truth. 

“How do you know that, Lyla. What aren’t you telling us. What is to stop me from going to Helix right now, and storming down the place?” He knew he was antagonizing her, but he needed information. Torture wasn’t the only way he knew how to get it. 

Lyla hesitated, the line silent for too long. He’d struck something precious. “Lyla, you need to tell me if we’re going to have any chance of rescuing Felicity.” 

That made her break. Felicity and Lyla had been friends for years. “ I had Helix recruit Felicity–”

You had Felicity recruited into Helix?” John was furious on the comms. “You had my best friend committing illegal acts you knew were going to get her arrested? How could you? I thought I knew you.”

“Jonny, you do. I promise. I just needed her to rescue you from prison. And then I gave her Pandora, just to see if she’d take the bait. That was her own choice, John.” 

Oliver had to interrupt. They were losing precious time here. “Lyla. You mean to say that Helix is part of ARGUS?”

“Yes. And I needed someone of Felicity’s caliber for an important project.”

Oliver waited, his silence speaking more than his words ever could. 

“An anti-terrorist project. Helix was designed for national security, but when they brought up ISIS sympathizers, I knew it could go deeper, hack straight into ISIS leadership to bring them down. End this terrorist threat.  However, the President wouldn’t sign off on Project Icewatch. So I recruited Felicity. She wouldn’t have said yes coming from me.” 

“And that’s what Andrian wants? Icewatch?”

“No. I’m guessing he wants Firewatch instead.” 

Lyla. All the cards. “

The Helix database program. He’d be able to blackmail everyone in the world. Destroy their life. Create chaos. He’d use it to utterly demolish you , Oliver. One piece of your life at a time.”

to be continued…




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A guy came in a WEEK late for a special fertilizer sale. I tell him his total and he tells me it’s wrong. I back out of the total screen and read off the price of each fertilizer. And he tells me I’m wrong and mentions the sale. I tell him that ended last week to which he replies I should’ve told him that before he went and got it?? He says he doesn’t want any of it and leaves and as I’m ringing up the next customer the idiot calls from his car in the parking lot. I answer. He demands to speak to my manager who tells him the same thing and he can’t get the sale price just because he didn’t come in. And after my manager hung up he got mad at ME and asked why I didn’t call him up when the guy was inside. Why would I if I told him the sale is over, said he didn’t want it, left the heavy ass cart with 6 fertilizers in the way of the rest of my customers, and walk out before deciding to sit in his car and be told no again.