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All Too Well | Pt. 4

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Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,848

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Min Yoongi knew he was royally fucked as soon as he stepped through the doorframe into the dance studio—a time that seems so long ago, while in reality it’s barely been more than a week since the unthinkable happened.

The unthinkable, taking the form of hair he’s run his fingers through, a jacket he’s peeled off, skin he’s nipped at, shoes that led to daily departures, eyes that filled with tears, a heart that he’s broken, words that crushed his own.

It had been 2 years since he had last seen you or heard from you, and yet he responded so intensely to the mere sight of your backside that some people would have thought it had only been 2 weeks since you last saw each other. Or maybe even 2 hours, especially taking into consideration the way his heart lurched, the memories bubbling up so quickly across his consciousness as if they never truly had time to settle below the surface.

Just like the very first time he ever saw you during his street performances, the first time he talked to you to ask you out for coffee, the first date, the first kiss, the first time—they’ve all been moments in his life that made him feel like his heart had been set aflame, knocked him off his guard. Yet, they’ve all been moments in his life that consistently remained special and important to him, times that contradicted his initial belief that his existence would never matter to anyone. It was the first time someone had ever looked at him as if he had created the world and all its beauty within the confines of his own two hands. You made the time he wasn’t an idol, the time he spent longing and daydreaming and yearning for a better future, significant. You made his life mean something.

Until he abandoned you, so desperate to create a name for himself that he thought that belief would be enough to drive you out of his mind and therefore out of his life.

Yoongi has always loved you just as much as he loved his career—if not more.

And now you were back in his life, your physical presence haunting him even as you stood mere inches away from him, telling Bang Si-Hyuk that he didn’t need to worry about any sort of implication or possibility happening between the two of you, that the two of you were no longer under an qualms of being serious, that you had made the best of the life he left you behind with.

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“We’re called bulletproof for a reason”

Jimin X Reader

Genre: Angst / Fluff

Words: 2782

Song that plays on the radio: Ed Sheeran, Even My Dad Does Sometimes

Being one of BTS’s makeup artist had its pros and cons as every other job. On one hand, you got to be very close to 7 men you had adored for years, spending some days locked in a small room with heavy lightning and chairs, putting makeup on them all. On another hand; you spend some days locked in a small room alone with 7 beautiful, talented and kind idols.

Your job required you to stand face to face with Bangtan, with only a few centimetres in between you and whoever you were putting makeup on. The boys were quite fond of you. They always asked how your day had been, complementing your outfit and always saying thank you after you were done with their makeup followed by a bow. You had also grown quite close to the members, especially Jimin with the two of you being around the same age.
Jimin had been one of the first to get to know you. Even though he was either exhausted or preparing to go on stage he always talked to you. Telling you small jokes to make you giggle or telling you about an amazing restaurant nearby. He once said, it was too bad they only stayed in a certain city for one night; otherwise, he would have taken you to an amusement park he had been in when he was younger. You weren’t sure if you understood it correctly. But it sounded like a date. But, why would a perfect idol want to ask you out? Why would he want a makeup artist that didn’t even make the half that he did?

Your long train of thoughts got interrupted by a small knock on your door.
Your manager peeked inside and saw you standing ready.
“Oh great Y/N you’re already ready, the guys have just gotten into their clothes. They’ll come any minute now” he informed you. You gave him thumbs up as he closed and disappeared behind the door again.
Tonight was the night Bangtan was performing in Anaheim and everything had to be perfect. Namjoon had been training few English phrases to the rest of Bangtan so they could introduce themselves on stage.

Outside the door, you could hear footsteps getting closer and voices talking. The first voice you could recognise was a very deep voice that could only belong to Taehyung, or V, as he was known on stage.
And right to your assumptions, his face with his big boxy smile was the first to enter the door. “Y/n!” He smiled as he waved his hands.“Hi” You giggled leading him towards the first makeup chair. He looked into the mirror and began messing with his hair. “No no no, Taehyung how many times must I tell you. Don’t touch your hair” you slapped his fingers away from his hair, smiling. “I know” he sighed and leant back in his chair. Without noticing Namjoon and Hoseok had also entered the room, sitting down in two chairs waiting for their turn.
You started applying a moisturiser and a primer to Taehyung face. That’s when you noticed the discolouring under Taehyung’s eyes. And unlike usually, he didn’t close his eyes when you started touching his face. He looked at you, studying your hair and skin. That’s when you also noticed the fact his eyes were slightly redder than usual. This was all very weird.
“Taehyung, are you okay?” You asked him slowly as you began dapping on a BB cream. He looked down onto his fingers placed in his lab. “Hm-mm” he nodded not very convincing.
“Are you tired?” you asked him once again. You started focusing on his brows filling them in with dark brown to match his hair. “Yeah, I didn’t really sleep as much tonight. Nerves, I guess” He said slowly. Not wanting to interrogate the poor man any further, you dropped the topic and just focused on his eye makeup. He didn’t require much, just a simple dark grey and brown eyeshadow and he was good to go. He looked into the mirror and gave an unsure smile. “Do I look good?” He asked looking up at you. You giggled. “Yes Tae you do, now send in another one of the guys while I begin on Namjoon okay?” you answered him giving his shoulder a quick comforting squeeze as he walked out of the door. Something was defiantly up with him.
You turned around and began working on Namjoon. He was on his phone scrolling through twitter. He had already popped in his contact lenses making his eyes light blue as the sky.
Judging by Namjoon’s silence, there was also something up with him. “You nervous as well?” You asked breaking the silence. You started with a concealer on Namjoon to make his skin as flawless as possible.
“Yeah” He began, thinking over his next words. “I don’t know, it’s the whole Jimin thing you know?”

You knew what he was talking about. Some random girl on twitter had been lashing out on Jimin, giving him death threats. And tonight was the night. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been reading her tweets over and over, again and again. They kept on haunting you, you started dreaming about what would happen. If he did get shot, perhaps fatally, he would never know how you felt about him. How everything you saw reminded you somehow about him. You knew he would never feel the same about you, that’s why you’d been keeping your feelings secret.

“I just feel like as a leader I should be saying something, as his friend I should be saying something. But PD has told us to keep shut. But I just–, aish” He couldn’t finish his sentence. You tinted his lips while nodding slightly. “I know what you mean” You wanted to comfort Namjoon, but you could barely comfort yourself. How were you supposed to comfort another?
You finished his makeup quickly. He stood up and looked at you. Seconds passed where you both just stared at each other. “Be careful out there alright?” you said. “Security is tightened I know, but still…”
Namjoon gave you a reassuring smile. “We are called bulletproof for a reason y/n, don’t worry you’ll get to take my makeup off tonight and put on new tomorrow” and with that comment, he walked out of the room calling in Yoongi.
You switched on working on Hoseok, Yoongi, Jin and Jungkook and before you knew it you only needed to do Jimin’s makeup.

“Jin can you please find Jimin and send him in for me?” you asked Jin. He left you alone in the room as you started cleaning brushes. Your heart was in your throat, should you tell Jimin how you felt? What if something happens? What colour of flowers should you buy? Would you even be invited to the funeral? Your mind was filled with bad thoughts and almost didn’t hear when the door opened and closed behind you. You turned around with your eyes stinging from holding back tears. There he was. Park Jimin. He was wearing tight black jeans with holes in the knees. Black t-shirt with a blue and white striped shirt over. He looked effortlessly beautiful. He stared directly at you and you prayed he wouldn’t notice your reddening eyes. You patted the chair he should sit in, and without saying a word he sat down and looked into the mirror.
It felt like time was on double speed. No matter how slow you tried to put on his makeup, there wasn’t enough time. Someone was stealing him away from you, and you could barely hold yourself together. He followed you with his dark brown eyes. Your cheeks were a bit flushed, so was the tip of your nose. You concentrated on applying his face makeup, you didn’t even notice his staring. Did you even know how crazy he was about you? How many times he had tried asking you out, but you haven’t gotten the hint.
Not being able to stay in silence with him you turned on the radio. It was a quiet song that started to play. A soft voice was singing, a guitar and piano harmonising. You patted with your fingertips concealer under his eyes. Carefully you lined his waterlines, applied a pinkish lip tint to his bottom lip. He looked so stunning.

You swallowed and took a step back looking at him. “I think I’m done”
He looked into the mirror and chuckled. “You’ve done it again y/n, thank you so much” he stood up from the chair and gave you a bow. “It’s my job…” you sighed. You turned away from him and found yourself cleaning brushes again, not being able to look him in the eyes. His beautiful dark brown eyes. Jimin appeared behind you and you gasped as you made eye contact in the mirror. He stood silently behind you, looking at your every move. He followed your eyes when they landed on him. “Wait, aish I’m sorry y/n I forgot to put my contacts in!” He exclaimed suddenly making you jump.
“Arh Jimin! They’re so hard getting in without messing up the makeup. Be careful, do you have the lenses with you?” You asked turning around facing him. He stood quite close to you, so close you could feel his breath tickling your face.
Jimin took up a small box from the back of his pants. You moved out of the way so he was closer to the mirror. He started slowly pulling his under eye down, making you bite your lip. There wasn’t enough time to re-do his eye makeup before the stage opened. Jimin held his breath as he brought the lens closer and closer to his eye. For a moment you thought he was going to get it in, but his reflexes got the better of him and he blinked last minute making the lens falling out and smudging the lower waterline. He tried again. His finger got closer and closer to his eye, but once again last minute he blinked.

He sighed hopelessly and looked down, positioning the lens again on the tip of his finger. “I’m usually better at this… I just can’t make myself relax” he mumbled quietly.
“Here,” You said pushing his chest down so he would sit in the makeup chair. “Let me try” you suggested as you placed the lens on top of your own finger. Jimin nodded and felt electricity run through him when your fingers touched. His heart beating a bit faster and looked at you with big eyes.
You held your breath as you pulled down his eye to make room for the contact lens. You felt Jimin doing the same.
Getting your finger closer and closer to his eye you thought for a moment you were gonna make it, but last minute the lens jumped off your finger and landed on his cheeks.
You both giggled as you swept the lens away. “I just have to get the right angle” you smiled. “Try standing on my other side” Jimin suggested. Standing on his right side was even harder and this time the lens didn’t even come close to his eye.
Jimin had to get his green contacts in, he had to.
“Oh well, third time is luck’s time,” Jimin said encouraging as you stood in front of him. You bend slightly down on your knees trying to get at eye level with him. This time the lens touched his eye but as soon as he blinked it came out again.

“This is going to sound awkward but what if you sat on me? I mean, only for a short time, and just so you could get the lens in. I didn’t mean anything by it just–”

“No let’s try it, you have to wear them” You interrupted his awkward rambling chuckling at his cuteness. He looked surprised for a moment, having his eyebrows raising. But nonetheless, he spread his thighs making room for you to sit on. Hesitating, you put a hand on his shoulder and placed yourself on his lap. Jimin’s hands moved up to your thighs slowly to make sure you kept your balance. You had never been this close to him before. Not while you were alone together. He looked into your eyes for a moment. Neither of you did anything but looking deeply into each other eyes. Your heart was beating faster. Still having a hand on his shoulder you moved it to open his eye. Then you brought the green lens closer, and closer until it touched his eyes and it sank into his iris changing his eye colour an instant. You both smiled relieved. “Finally” Jimin laughed looking at you. “One to go” You smiled back. You gripped the container on the desk behind you and took out the other lens. You took a deep breath and placed it on your finger. You leant closer to him. His hands that had been placed on the top of your thighs, moved up to your waist. You stopped breathing. Was he aware of where he was keeping his hands? or was it a coincidence?
Keeping your focus, you moved the lens closer to his eye and like the last one, it fitted into his iris perfectly.

You leant back slightly looking into his green eyes. Beautifull.
Jimin kept his hands at your waist, not wanting to let you go. He wanted nothing more than to have you on his lap with his arms around you for the rest of his days. You didn’t try move away either, just enjoying the movement.
“Jimin?”
“Yeah?”

Silence filled the room again, as you looked down on your hands nervously.
“Y/n?”
“Yeah?” you looked at him again. His body was warm against yours. He smelled cleaned, of new laundry and his perfume.
His light pink hair fitted him so perfect, his outfit was perfect and his voice was warming something deeply inside of you. That’s when you felt it. Something cold running slowly down your cheek. A tear. No. Many tears.
“Y/n, y/n hey - what’s wrong why are you crying? hey - come here” Jimin said worryingly as he pulled you into his chest. You sobbed into his chest uncontrollably. He held one hand around your waist, the other on at you shoulder holding you close.
“Jimin, why aren’t you nervous? How can you go on stage tonight?” You cried into him, shaking.

“Y/n, nothing is going to happen. You know this deeply inside. People write a lot on the internet - okay? Why do you worry about me?” He asked as he pulled you away slightly so he could look into your eyes. He wasn’t worth crying over, it could defiantly not be him you were crying over. “Because, I, I like you Jimin. And - I’m so scared something is going to happen to you” You sniffled trying to pull yourself together, failing miserably. Jimin couldn’t believe his own ears. Were you confessing to him?
“You like me?”
“YES! Jimin! I love you, and I know you will never love me. I would never forgive myself if I never confessed to you and you died”

Jimin placed quickly his hands on either side of your face and pulled your lips against his own. He kissed you with so much passion you stopped crying immediately. You kissed him back.

“I. love. you. too.” Jimin said in between kissing you. “I love you so much, you have no idea how much I love you,” He said resting his forehead against yours. He ran his hands up and down your thighs.
“Y/n, I promise you nothing is going to happen. I promise” He whispered. You nodded slightly. “I have to go, they’re starting up. I love you. Let me prove how much after the concert. Okay?” He said giving you a kiss. Once again you nodded as you stood up from his lap. He walked towards the door and opened it. But before he stepped out he kissed you on the lips, longer than the kiss before. And then he stepped out of the door, closing it behind him.

               This concert was gonna be 2 hours of living hell for you. 

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Tyler Seguin #11

Requested by Anon:  I was wondering if I could have a Tyler Seguin imagine where Y/N and him get into a fight and its there first fight and Y/N leaves and he doesn’t know and he gets scared and when he finds her he’s like crying and is all fluffy. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense

*Hiii! I hope you like this one. Enjoy!! ALSO IT’S THE BIRTHDAY OF THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. <3*

Word count: 1, 085

Originally posted by brosillustrated

The scene from this morning played on your head like a bad DVD on repeat. You can’t remember everything but you can hear the yelling, you can hear the accusatory tone of your voice and you can hear the frustrated tone of his. Somehow, at the back of your mind, you wish that the saying is true: massive fights lead to massive makeup sex or whatever because if this is how your first fight with Tyler Seguin went, you’re in for a good ride.

Someone grabbed your hand and pulled it out of your mouth. You looked up to see your best friend holding a mug of hot chocolate. She placed it on the table in front of you before staring at you again, “stop biting your nails, it’s a bad habit.”

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind)

Summary: You’re nineteen when you get your first recurring acting role in season twelve of Supernatural. There’s an instant attraction between you and Jared, despite the age difference, but he won’t act on it because of Genevieve. When you meet Gen, she gives you the permission to act on your desires.

Words: 5.8k

Married!Jared x Reader

Warnings: smut (like 2.4k of this is porn), consensual infidelity, age difference, lust, teasing, the whole shebang

A/N: this is one of my fics for @loveitsallineed​‘s 1k celebration playlist challenge, this song was Cola by Lana Del Rey. It’s also a lil birthday gift for the beautiful @oriona75​. And finally, it’s part three of my Birthday Smutathon for @laurivcr​‘s birthday! You can find the masterpost here

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ellenahandbasket-deactivated201  asked:

I love your makeup. Maybe I made this up in my head, but I feel like I've read you comment on green/ecologically sound practices. I am reacting to something in the drugstore makeup, which is just getting worse as I get older, so it's time to be pickier about what I put on my skin. I'm learning, but it's weird to switch gears. Do you have suggestions of what to search for? Are there companies to look into? If you've posted on this, is there a phrase I could put into the search on your blog?

I don’t remember if I’ve specifically posted about it before, but yeah, I’m right there with you about skin getting more sensitive as I get older.

I have no helpful suggestions of what to search for - a lot of my makeup shopping is done by word of mouth and reading reviews. Which leads me to! Makeup Alley! It’s the first place I always head to when I am thinking of buying a new product. Also, their forums are really good for getting answers about various brands and skin care.

A in-no-way-complete list of skin care and makeup companies I use:

  • Paula’s Choice. I like their sunblock and their RESIST line. Pricey, but worth it.
  • Bee Friendly. I use their serum and their moisturizer. My skin really likes honey. 
  • Aromaleigh Cosmetics. Still the best mineral/loose powder foundation I’ve ever found.
  • Medusa Makeup. I love their loose pigments and glitters. 
  • Rituel de Fille. They make some of my favorite lipsticks (Fortune Teller and Night Wanderer), and they’re wonderful people.
  • Fyrinnae Cosmetics. The Pixie Epoxy is one of the best products to use with loose pigments, ever. Huge range of colors and products.
  • Black Moon Cosmetics. My current obsession, because sweet sainted Bowie, those Cosmic Eye Dusts are GLITTERY. 
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Dating Kol Mikaelson would include…
* Him risking his life for you.
* Lots of sex.
* All the time.
* Everywhere.
* Bickering with him.
* Him kissing you from behind.
* Him being very protective of you.
* Being his weakness.
* Partners in crime.
* Being each other’s best friends.
* Telling each other everything.
* Stealing his tops and wearing them around the house.
* Him pretending to be annoyed, but secretly loving it.
* Cuddling up to each other in bed.
* Forehead kisses.
* Getting butterflies when your eyes catch across the room, even though you’ve been dating for years.
* Because he still manages to make your heart race.
* Loud, angry fights, that lead to hot makeup sex.
* Always being terrified that you’re going to lose him again.

Jax Request,

Hi can I request a jax imagine where his wife had a baby and has a new curvier shape with hips thick thighs that she loves but he hates cuz guys are giving her more attention they fight which leads to makeup sex after he embarrasses her

tw: smut, nsfw

Baby Mama

I approached the TM, baby carrier seat on my hand and a bag of muffins in the other. I first went through Gemma’s office to comply my mission of being here, Gemma wanted to have some time with her grandchild and I couldn’t deny how excited I was of spending some time off with my old man. I hadn’t finished opening the door when Gemma was already hovering over the two months old, he was babbling at the sight of his grandmother and I was smiling at the view of my beautiful baby looking so happy.

“How are you Thomas?” she said to the baby, holding him close to her chest and smiling big at him “And how’s the mama? You haven’t been here in a while” she said and I nodded.

“I’ve been crazy busy with the new house and getting Abel adjusted to the kinder garden” I said with a low voice and she nodded.

“Your body is looking amazing, mama.” She said and I laughed a bit, I loved the after birth figure but I didn’t think my old man appreciated it as much, at the end roughly three times in the last couple months we have had intimacy and I was craving for this day for ourselves “At what time do I have to pick up Abel?” she said taking me off my trance.

“Oh… 3.” I said and she looked at me with a knowing look “It’s nothing I swear” I said before hearing the roar of the Harley’s engines “I’ll pick him up at 8” I said while she smirked at me.

“I’ll take him to school tomorrow, don’t worry mama” she said and I just left the office to meet up with my old man.

I approached the guys and immediately put my hand around Jax’s body, he looked at me with a smile and kissed me softly in the lips. I could feel the guys looking at us and I separated from Jax to give them a clueless look, Jax tensed next to me before sending a glare to his brother and they all dispersed quickly. We both got inside the TM and I approached the guys, Jax following me close behind.

“I made muffins” I said and the guys cheered, if there was something I was great at cooking were my berry and chocolate muffins.

“This is so good lass” said Chibs before kissing me in the cheek, leaving some crumbs on me that Jax quickly took care off. Once again the weird glances just this time accompanied by a bunch on crumbs around their mouths, Jax gave them all a glare once again.

“Can y’all seriously stop” said Jax getting angrier.

“We are sorry, pres. We can’t exactly help it.” said Tig and I looked at Jax who went to poured himself a drink at the bar.

“What’s going on?” I said and they all guarded silence even Jax who had already his hands on a whisky bottle.

“Don’t act all clueless about it, sunshine. You know what you’re doing when you get out of the house dressed like that.” He said and I felt my blood boiling, I was wearing some jeans and a loose blue tank top, nothing revealing but even if I was he didn’t have the right to speak at me that way. I looked at all of them and nodded at Jackson before storming off the TM.

I got home in no time, and poured myself a glass of water to try and calm myself down. I heard the familiar sound of Jackson’s motorcycle arriving at the house and I expected him to come to the kitchen in no time but he took his time probably collecting his idiotic thoughts. I heard the door open and I knew he could see me from his spot on the living room, it wasn’t long before I felt his presence embracing me but I took a few steps further away from him.

“Darlin’” he said taking a step to get to me, he gently pulled my arm to make me look at him but I just moved my head to the side “I’m sorry, YN” he said but I still was still tensing at his touch. “I didn’t mean that”

“You talked to me like if I dressed like one of the CaraCara girls.” I said lowering my head but he moved it to make me look at him.

“I’m a jealous prick, darlin’. I’m sorry” he said and I nodded slowly, lowering my guard.

“You have nothing to be jealous about, Jax. You won’t even touch me why would anyone else do it?” I said in a whisper and I saw him lose his breath, he put his hand next to my head putting our foreheads together.

“Why would you even think that, baby? I love you so much, I love you so much I’m afraid of losing you” he said before kissing me softly, tears threating to spill from my eyes. “I’ve been distant but it’s not because of you, the club is going through some shit and I’m scared of losing you or Abel or Thomas.” He said “And now I have to add the fact that in any minute my own brothers will try to make a move on my beautiful wife”

“They’re your brothers, Jackson. They love you and respect you, plus it’s been already two years since the first time they met me and they haven’t made a move since that first night” I said and he smiled nodding at me.

“But now they see the wonders the pregnancy did to your body” he said before grabbing my lower half, lifting me to put me over the counter to start kissing my collarbone “Knocking you up seriously was a blessing” he said and I laughed “Giving me a beautiful baby and all this” he said grabbing my ass on his hands. He quickly took my pants off, kneeling in front of me before start kissing my inner thighs. “So beautiful” he said taking my panties off, he started kissing closer and closer before looking up to me smirking. I was in heaven right that moment.

“Oh, Jax” I said when I felt my orgasm built up.

“Let go for me baby girl” he said going even faster in between my thighs while I kept my hand buried in his blonde hair. “Let go baby” he said before licking me through my orgasm. I was panting heavily when I heard his buckle fall to the ground followed by his blue jeans that smirk still on his face, he pushed my legs open one more time and put himself in between them before sliding quickly into me, thrusting into me. “Oh fuck, babe” he said biting on my neck before burying his head in the curve of my neck before he came and I followed him closely after.

I took a few minutes to compose myself and reached out to grab my shirt and my underwear. “Done so fast?” he said and I raised my eyebrows at him “I thought I needed to make it up for all the time I was an asshole to my old lady” he said and I smiled at him.

“I wished baby but I have to pick up the kids from your mother’s” I said, he hummed before looking for his phone in his pants.

“Mama” he said biting his lips looking at me “Can you take care of the kids for tonight?” he said and I smiled at him “Thank you mama, love ya” he said and I crossed my arms at him “C’mon Mrs. Teller, you are in for the night of your life.”

I Don't Love You Part 1

Request: Bucky and the reader have been dating for a year and she catches him with Natasha on their anniversary. She leaves the avengers, but comes back when they need her, exactly one year later. During the year she was gone, she finds out where her powers came from and that she has a few new ones. She also got married. She comes back to the avengers tower and faces Bucky, who is still in love with her, and Nat, who was her bestfriend. @dellabellas

Warnings: Swearing, lots of it, aaaaand some unprotected sex. Enjoy!
A/N: This is my first requested story, ever, so I hope it’s not super shitty, and I hope you all enjoy it!


One year. One entire year. That’s how long you’d been with Bucky Barnes. It wasn’t easy at times. For the first few months, you’d fought constantly. He didn’t want you to get too close to him, he was terrified of hurting you, but all you wanted was to be closer to him, so much closer. The fights usually didn’t last long, and would eventually lead to the most glorious makeup sex you’d ever experienced, but he’d still argue with you afterwards. I’m too dangerous, Y/N. you really shouldn’t be with someone like me.

You’d spent the last year of your life showing Bucky that he was capable and worthy of loving and being loved. It took a lot of energy on your part, but it was worth every second. Every moment spent with Bucky was a blessing. You were ready to marry him, if he asked.

You’d wanted today to be special, so you went out early to pick up Bucky’s anniversary present. He had been sound asleep in his bed when you left him, a soft smile playing at his lips. He was always so beautiful when he slept.

When you arrived back at the compound a few hours later, Sam was the first person you saw. “Big day today, huh, Y/N?” He asked, a bright smile on his face. You nodded, holding the small box that contained Bucky’s gift tightly in your hand. “Have you seen him?” You asked, feeling the anticipation bubbling in your stomach. He shrugged, “I think he went down to the training room a little bit ago. Seemed kinda out of it.” You bit into your lower lip, silently thanking him as you briskly walked past him, heading for the training room.

The gift you had bought for Bucky was a simple silver ring. It didn’t really have any special significance, except to act as a reminder of how much you loved him, especially when you had to be away from each other. He was always going off on missions without you, especially dangerous ones.

As you approached the training room, you could hear what sounded like moaning, but you pushed it out of your mind for the moment, your mind flooded with the thought of Bucky’s reaction to your gift. But as you opened the training room door, the sight before you proved that you should’ve paid more attention to the noise.

There he was. There they were. Natasha, lying flat on her back against a training mat, Bucky’s hand gripping her throat as he hovered over her, thrusting his hips against her pelvis. He was grunting, she was moaning, and the sound became almost deafening to you. She was whimpering his name like a prayer, and you felt jealousy boil in your stomach. You stood and watched for a moment, unable to comprehend the scene unfolding before you. He’d never fucked you like that. He’d never lost control with you.. but he seemed to have no problems doing it with your best friend. You could tell he was getting close to climax, as he started making little moans of appreciation and his hips started to stutter in their movement. “God, you’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.” He breathed as he thrust into her faster, and that’s when you dropped the box you had been holding, and his movements ceased immediately.

Everything after that happened in slow motion, it seemed like. He turned to look at you, and his face turned ghost white. You felt your eyes fill with tears as you covered your mouth, watching as they separated. They both covered themselves with their clothes that had been strewn about the room, and Bucky made to step towards you, but you shook your head, letting your hand fall from your mouth. “Happy fucking anniversary.” You breathed, before storming out of the room.

One Year Later

You hadn’t spoken to Bucky since that day. He’d tried and tried, but you moved so far away that even he couldn’t track you down. You didn’t want him to find you. He didn’t deserve to find you. After all you did for him, all of the sleepless nights, holding him after his night terrors. All of the fights, where you’d compromised with what you truly felt just to make him stop yelling. After you’d spend so much time building his self esteem back up… he just went and fucked your best friend. Seems pretty logical, right?

You were different now. You knew more about yourself, like the fact that you were half human, half extra terrestrial, which explained the powers you had before, and the ones you gained after you left. If the avengers through that mind control was intimidating, just wait until they saw what you could do now. You’d also managed to get married. You weren’t sure if you loved the guy at the time, but he treated you well, and after things ended with Bucky.. you were lonely. You needed someone in your life. Although, that relationship was also hanging by a thread, now that you’d left him to go back to the Avengers.

He didn’t see how much they needed you, now. He didn’t understand why you’d go back, unless it was to run right into the arms of your ex lover.. and maybe he was a little bit right. Maybe you did say yes because a part of you missed Bucky.. but it mostly had to do with the fact that Wanda had called you crying. She was petrified, and you knew that you had no other choice.

So, here you were. Standing in the middle of the conference room of the tower with Tony, waiting for the others to join you. Tony had been surprised to see you, so you assumed that Wanda hadn’t told them that you were coming. Maybe it was better that way. You heard shuffling in the doorway behind you, and you turned, seeing Wanda, Steve and Bucky walk in. Bucky froze the second his eyes landed on you. “Y/N!” Wanda cried out, running over to you and pulling you into a tight embrace. “I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered, her voice breaking. You returned the hug, burying your face in her hair. “I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.” You whispered to her as she pulled away, a small smile on her lips.

Bucky approached you, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Y/N.” he greeted you softly, and you forced a smile, clasping your hands together in front of you. “Hello, James.” You breathed. As you looked down at his hands, you noticed he was wearing the ring that you had intended to give him on your anniversary, and it made butterflies appear in your stomach. I guess I’m not over it. He held his hand out to you, as if asking for permission to touch you, and you placed your hand in his, only to be pulled into a tight embrace. “I’m so sorry.” He breathed into your hair, his fingertips digging into your sides softly. You shook your head, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “We can talk about this later, Buck.” You told him, and he shook his head, holding you a bit tighter. “You’re just going to leave for another year, or ten. I can’t lose you again. Not again.” He stammered, and you rubbed his back soothingly, pulling out of his grip. “I promise we will talk later, Buck. Just breathe.” You told him, caressing his stubbled cheek with your hand as he nodded.

You all made your way to sit around the conference table, of course, Bucky claimed the chair beside you. You had a feeling he was going to cling to you like a lost puppy for the rest of the time you were here. You didn’t really mind, though. You were brought out of your thoughts when Nat entered the room, Clint by her side. Her eyes landed on you, and her face went stark white as she gripped onto Clints arm. She was afraid of you, and maybe she should be. You could feel your blood boiling as you looked at her, and Bucky placed his hand on your thigh under the table. “Later.” He whispered, and you nodded stiffly.

After what seemed like the longest meeting in Avengers history, it had been decided that you would move back into the tower and resume your duties as an Avenger. They needed you, and in a way, you needed them, too. Now, only to break the news to your husband. You excused yourself from the table, walking away from the group of people who were chatting away about how happy they were that you were coming back. Pulling out your cellphone, you let out a long breath as you called him. “Hello?” He answered, and you could already hear the sorrow in his voice. “I.. I’m not coming back.” You whispered into the phone, and you heard a sigh from the other end. “I never should have let you leave. I knew you’d just go right back to him. He doesn’t even deserve you, Y/N.” he told you, anger evident in his tone. “I didn’t go back to him. They need me here, Wanda–” he cut you off with a harsh laugh. “Did you ever love me?” He asked you, and suddenly you were at a loss for words. “That’s what I thought. You’ll be hearing from my divorce lawyer within the week. Have a nice fucking life.” He spat before hanging up the phone.

You stared at your phone numbly before you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Turning, you came face to face with Nat, and you noticed that the only other person left in the room was Bucky, who was still sitting at the table, toying with the ring on his hand. “Bad time?” Nat asked, her eyes wide and her voice hoarse. You shrugged, “It’s as good of a time as any.” You told her, crossing your arms over your chest. She let out a long sigh, raking her hands through her hair. “I.. I know you probably won’t believe me, but I’m so sorry, Y/N. For sleeping with Bucky, and for breaking your trust. I.. I don’t know why I did it, or how it happened.. but I’ve never regretted anything so much in my life. You were my best friend… you know more about me than anyone else does, you understand me in a way that nobody else ever could.. and I ruined everything..” she said quickly, her eyes never leaving your face. “And on your anniversary..” she continued, letting out a sigh. You could see the tears forming in her eyes, and you felt bad for her. Nat never cried. “I forgive you.” You whispered, and her eyes grew even wider as she looked at you. “You.. what?” She breathed, in a state of shock. “I forgive you, Nat. It’s been over a year, I’ve come to terms with it. Yes, you did ruin my relationship with Bucky, but to be honest, it was probably doomed from the start, and that isn’t your fault. Bucky didnt feel comfortable with me, so he sought comfort elsewhere. It isn’t entirely your fault.” You told her, as she wiped tears from her cheeks, nodding slowly. “I’m still sorry.” She whispered, and you nodded. “I know, Nat.”

She gave you a small, awkward hug before leaving the room, not even bothering to glance over at Bucky before she left. He still sat at the table, twirling the ring in his fingers. “Doomed from the start, huh?” He asked with a dry chuckle, his eyes never leaving his hands. You made your way over to where he sat, standing beside him. “You never even wanted to be with me, Bucky. You were constantly trying to get me to leave you. It took me leaving to see that.” You told him softly, and he let out a strangled laugh. “You’re wrong.” He told you, and you shook your head. “You tried to get me to leave you every time we fought. How am I wrong?” You could feel your heartbeat accelerate in your chest as you realized what was about to happen. We’re already fighting again. Great.

He stood up swiftly, backing you against the nearest wall, his eyes searching yours. “I loved you. Too much.” He whispered fiercely, his hands pressing to the wall on either side of your head. “I didn’t know how to deal with it. I was so afraid of destroying you, hurting you accidentally.. of somehow tainting you, and making you as fucked up as I am.. so I pushed you away..” he continued, his hands balling into fists against the wall. “But I loved you with every fiber of my being.” He finished, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt a lump form in your throat as you looked up at him, your breathing erratic. “But its over, now Bucky.. you got what you wanted.” You whispered to him, and he let out an airy laugh. “It was never over. It still isn’t.” He breathed, right before his lips crashed onto yours.

Originally posted by sebastianstahp

Originally posted by seborstianstan

preforming arts AU prompts

- “both of us get cast as the leads in a musical, our parts are love interests but we absolutely hate each other in real life” au

- “I get cast as the lead in the performance you’re the student assistant director who works mainly with vocals. I might (definitely) pretend to struggle with the notes of my character’s steamy love song just so we have to do private lessons” au

- “you run lights for the production and somehow the spotlight always ends up on me even though I’m not a lead” au

- “I do makeup for the play and you come back to me for touch ups between every single scene and you seriously don’t need them, why are you here” au

- “we’re both in an acapella group on out college campus, you’re the president and our tenor soloist, and I’m the music director and our lead alto. there’s always major tension and disagreements between us” au

- “I’m the set manager and I always stress about putting the set pieces back in their proper place so they don’t get lost and somehow they always get hidden in random as fuck places and you always have a stupid smile on your face” au

- “I’m the director of the student run performance of the arts program at our university and I realize that I’m only giving you all the solos to you because you’re fucking cute and I don’t even feel guilty” au

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Originally posted by aissamaiga

She almost laughs when she comes to. She knows what’s happened as soon as she’s conscious. Shit. It’s been at least a year since the last time. What the hell?

She winces, and lifts a hand to her forehead. It takes a lot of effort for her to open her eyes, but when she does, she’s certain her heart skips a beat. She meets concerned, deep brown eyes, and she’s certain that she’s just flushed all the way down to her toes.

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Boyfriend Bobby means...
  • getting to see that adorable smile of his everyday
  • him buying you things randomly just because they made him think of you
  • him randomly staring at you
    • and the awkward silence that comes with the stares
  • random texts throughout the day just to check in
  • him taking off guard pictures of you
    • you then asking why he takes all those pictures
    • him admitting how much he loves to look at them when he misses you
  • going on random adventures because he gets bored easily
  • him giving you his jacket whenever he thinks your cold
    • even if you’re already wearing a jacket
  • him asking you to listen to his lyrics and tell him if they are good
    • they always are
  • you falling asleep at the studio while he and Hanbin record tons of songs
  • you spending most nights at the dorm
  • random play fights
    • you always loose
  • you giving him massages because he’s sore from dance practices
  • wearing his oversized shirts to bed
  • constant exchanging of kisses/hugs
  • late night deep conversations
    • occasional tears from both of you because you’re that close
  • “Hey y/n?” “Yes Bobby?” “I love you!” *runs away*
  • getting jealous when you see him and Hanbin on stage during DUMB&DUMBER
    • questioning if Hanbin is his side chick but really
  • stupid pranks on each other
    • which lead to stupid fights
    • which lead to makeups
  • cuddles sessions every night
    • fights on who is gonna be the little spoon
  • waking up to “Good morning baby girl” and his adorable smile every morning