made this like.. 2 days ago but was thinking to publish it or not :

I Don’t Mean It (pt 8)

You were broken. Completely broken. The man you thought was one of your best friends despised you. The man you thought–no you knew– you loved had no trust in you. 

If he didn’t believe you, there was no way the other boys would either you thought to yourself through the tears. But no other thoughts came to you. You felt empty, useless, and broken. You walked and turned off all the lights and sat on the floor in the darkness, letting the room fill with the sound of your sobs.


Two days went by none of the boys had tried to get in contact with you. Tae probably told them. They probably hate me too. I’ve lost them all. But little did you know, they were simply waiting for you to reach out to them and talk first. They wanted to give you your space, and Taehyung still hadn’t told them the truth. I have to leave this place. There’s no point staying here anymore. 

It was true, you really didn’t have any reason to stay back. A little after the boys moved in, you had found a new job, but the commute was kind of far. But somehow they had managed to convince you to stay. Because they were worth it.

You immediately pulled out all your suitcases and boxes and started packing. You even called your landlord asking about the process of moving out. If you were to get past this, you had to move on. Move on from the boys, and move away quite literally.


Taehyung still couldn’t get the image of you crying out of his head, even after two days. He never liked seeing you upset before, and knowing that you were crying because of him tugged at his heartstrings, but he kept telling himself that you deserved it.

He moped around the dorm when there wasn’t a schedule and tried to give everyone his best smile when the cameras were around. He still hadn’t decided how to tell the other boys and he knew that they were giving him the space he needed. 

Today, he had to go to the recording studio to start recording for a new album. He honestly didn’t know if he had it in him to record with how has been feeling recently, but he didn’t have much of a choice. 

Once he made it to BigHit, the boys all gathered in the recording studio and sat there in an awkward silence. Taehyung didn’t mind though as his mind was wandering back to you. He didn’t even realize that Namjoon wasn’t in the room.

“Aish how much longer do we have to wait” asked Yoongi. “I want to start soon!” he said in frustration. Only then did Tae look around and notice Namjoon missing. 

“Where is hyung?” asks Jungkook.

“He said he had something to ask manager hyung.” said Jimin. “But it’s been a while, though.”

“I’ll go get him” Taehyung offers. He leaves the room in search for Namjoon and the manager. He looks for them door by door and in their usual spots, but he was having a hard time finding them. 

Taehyung was starting to get frustrated when he wasn’t able to find them as quickly as he was expecting. Eventually, though, he struck gold when he could hear Namjoon’s voice coming from one of the rooms down a random hallway.

“Hyung, Taehyung’s been acting kind of weird lately and I think we should give him some time off to sort things out.” Namjoon said. Taehyung stood outside the door that was slightly ajar. He didn’t know what made him want to stop and listen in on their conversation, but he did,

“What why? I noticed he was a little strange, but he seemed fine on TV. Does he really need time off?” the manager asked.

“He has some…personal stuff going on.” Namjoon said.

“Whats so personal that I don’t even know about it?” asked the manager.

“Well… he’s in the middle of a rough time with Y/N…our neighbor. You’ve seen her over at our place before” Namjoon offered.

Taehyung could feel his heart tighten at the mention of your name. 

“Oh her. Is she honestly still hanging around you guys?” asked the manager. Taehyung furrowed his eyes in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t she?” asked Namjoon.

“Aish this bitch. Why do you guys always have her around? What if the press got a hold of that huh? Do you not realize the risks?” asked the manager slightly more loudly. Taehyung’s face turned red once he heard his manager calling you a bitch, but he knew that he was the one who had stopped the article from being published so he just continued to listen silently on the conversation.

“Hyung she’s just a friend. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” Namjoon stated.

“Big deal? I saw the way Taehyung looked at her ok. And the way she looked at him. It was obvious that if I didn’t do anything, they would have started dating. He would have had to go behind the company’s back. The press would have found out. It would have been just one giant mess Joon. You as the leader should know that and stopped it.” The manager said. 

Taehyung was even more confused. What did he mean when he said “if I didn’t do anything” ?

“Hyung..what have you done” asked Namjoon, catching on.

“Look, don’t tell Taehyung this because I don’t want him running back to that stupid girl. And you should know that it’s best if she stays out of his life. But anyways, I approached Tae with a fake article before all the awards show started a few months ago. I told him that that girl had given a reporter all this private and personal information about Taehyung and that she had received a payment for it. Clearly, it worked if they’re fighting over it. It’s just a matter of time now” the manager said cooly.

Taehyung’s heart sank. What have I done?

“Hyung what the hell. She’s been nothing but a kind friend to us. How could you do that to T-” Namjoon started when the door flung open. Both the manager and Namjoon turned to the door, wide-eyed from the shock.

“T-Taehyung. How long have you been there?” asked the manager, shocked.

“Hyung..w-why would you d-do that? I trusted y-you. I trusted the wrong person! Do you know what I’ve just done because of you?” Taehyung yelled with tears in his eyes.

“T-taehyung-ah, it was for your best. Please try to see where I’m coming from” the manager said. 

“I can’t believe you hyung.” Tae said as he walked away.

What have I done? What I have done to Y/N?


A/N.…AND that concludes part 8~ Do y’all want a part 9? What do you think is going to happen? Inbox or dm me what you think! Also, the italics are meant to be their thoughts. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Favourite Jikook stories/au’s on AO3

Hope this list helps out! Got some of you asking about it so made a full post :) 

1,  On Patrol - Season 2 by Ragi (season 1)  
Officer Jeon still has his eyes on Mr. Adorable.
Officer Min is a little bit in love with his neighbor.
Captain Kim finds comfort in his new family.
It’s happily ever after for everyone…right?
I mean, really, what can possibly go wrong?

2, Heartwrecker by yuuami
“What if you accidentally fall in love?”
Jeon Jungkook is a full-time student and part-time “Heartwrecker”: that is, he gets paid to break up relationships by seducing women away from their partners. His records, much like his appearance, were flawless.
But when Jungkook is hired to break up the relationship of Taehyung’s childhood best friend, he finds the presence of overwhelmingly attractive Park Jimin a bit more distracting than he could ever expect it to be…

3, Ocean Eyes by BansheeAHo
Jimin spent a long time trying to gather pieces of his heart with trembling hands, only for Jeongguk to stumble and let it fall to the ground again.

4,  My Favourite Kind of Crime by DulcetSmiles
Jeon Jeongguk’s your everyday police officer, working the daily grind and getting through life without much of a care. It isn’t until a certain Park Jimin is transferred to his division that he starts to question things he hasn’t before, coming face to face with feelings he isn’t quite sure of.

Or

That one cliche trope where Park Jimin is so attractive that Jeon Jeongguk finds himself questioning his sexuality.

5,  your little moon face, shining bright at me by cygnus (lucid_wisteria)
“Whoa,” Jimin let his mouth slightly hang open in complete awe. His voice– it was rich and dulcet, a beautiful tone that seemed to enrapture the entire audience as well. There was an airiness to his voice, something akin to tender passion intertwined with a soft spirit, effortlessly undulating through the run of notes and ad-libs. No one seemed to care about the small junctures of instability, no doubt from the anxiety he had from his first time performing in front of others, and it was only the subsequent beauty they could focus on, “he’s–”“Hot.” Hoseok finished for him, eyes blown wide with delight. Jimin frowned and gave him an inquisitive leer. He caught Jimin staring, “What?“

Or

Jimin meets someone interesting during one of their open mic nights.

6, Énouement by Hobimii
In which Jeon Jeongguk is a chauffeur who’s stuck with a guy that won’t stop requesting a pick up from him. Park Jimin refuses to be taken anywhere if the driver is not Jeongguk.
Rich boys are a fucking handful to deal with.

7,Muted love by papa_ya
But the words are silent, falling from his lips and rolling soundlessly down the floor. His mouth moves uselessly, trying to emit sound, and sound. He is a marionette on broken strings.
What the fuck?
Jimin frowns. Concern etches his soft features.
Kookie, what’s wrong with your voice?”

–Or;

Jimin is a model living with his tattoo artist boyfriend. Nine years into their relationship, Jungkook loses his voice. The only cure is to say the thing he has been holding back from saying.

8, Pick me up by Priska
"I’m older, that makes me your hyung.” He explains as if it wasn’t obvious and jungkook has the audacity to actually look offended.
“But I’m alpha and you’re an omega. Age doesn’t matter, I’m above you.”

9, Things Half Done (Things Half Said) by gloomy
Jungkook tries to deal with living 325 kilometers away from his best friend, and finds that he simply can’t.

10, We’re headed to nowhere (but nowhere is somewhere to me) by soxfordcomma
In which jimin’s husband stopped loving him a long time ago, and the universe wants to bring the glow back to the young man’s cheeks. 
(This was published a few days ago but guyyyyys I’m already in love with it. After On patrol and Ocean Eyes this is a must read for me) 

11,  너의 목소리 Your Voice by pinkmonnie

“Is it possible to fall in love with someone just by the sound of their voice?”

Jeon Jungkook is a twenty-three year old young man, starting his tertiary studies at Seoul National University. He is incredibly independent, handsome, and rich. He is mute. The only thing he loves to do is live inside his own little world full of books and music and photographs.

Park Jimin is a twenty-five year old Assistant Professor in the College of Humanities. He moved 3 minutes away from campus just so he could dedicate more time to researching and teaching. His dream is to become an actual Professor and write books about Japan.

They fall in love.

12, Don’t Think, Don’t Speak, Just Smile for Me by Ragi
Jimin’s not entirely certain that he’ll be alive to see his 18th birthday and finally escape from his father’s abuse, but Jungkook’s music keeps him believing that he might actually make it.

13, The Bet by jonghyunslisterine
Where Jeon Jungkook makes a bet that he can get the notoriously single Park Jimin to sleep with him by the end of the semester.Needless to say, things don’t go exactly as planned.

14, Can’t pin me down by busan_brat
Jeon Jungkook is Asia’s biggest pop star and it is Park Jimin’s job to make sure that it stays that way. (This is my forever favourite, it’s super good.) 

15, Once upon a timeshare by namakemono
Jungkook is in desperate need of a vacation, but spending two weeks in Namjoon and Hoseok’s timeshare in Okinawa with his recently separated ex of three years was probably (definitely) not what he had in mind.

16, Nice Guy by drpuffles
Jeon Jungkook is 23 and already the CEO of SJ Group. He thinks he’s got everything figured out, until he meets Park Jimin.Their lives become more intertwined than Jungkook could’ve ever imagined.

17, Can You Give Me My Breath Back by DeadpanSnarker
Six months till the tournament that would decide Jungkook’s future.
Six months where he and his team were in dire need to monopolize the ice-rink that had taken a liking to Uni’s new sweetheart. Where Jimin made a bet with Jungkook, which, if Jungkook lost, he would have to be taught how to ‘truly’ skate.

Or as how Jimin had phrased it, ‘By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have fallen in love with figure-skating’. Surely things didn’t work out in Jungkook’s favour.

In their fickle game, Jungkook is in for sex and Jimin is in for love. By the end of the six months, perhaps he would like figure-skating, but he would have adamantly fallen in love with the figure-skater.

edit #2 15/12/2015: the context for this post is that in 2014, while my atheist ass was chilling with my Catholic family, i started thinking about how Christmas, despite being marketed as a non-religious holiday and celebrated in the western world by people of all religions these days, still contains elements that are clearly Christian - the word “Christ” literally being in the name, nativity scenes in Santa parades, songs about the birth of Christ - and wondering if that created any dissonance for non-Christians. i made a flippant post about it which got zero notes.

fast-forward to december 2015, i’ve grudgingly slid into agnosticism over the past year, i find this post in my xmas tag and reblog it, intending to start a conversation with any mutuals online. a few Christian-raised mutuals get the joke and reblog it without commentary. it starts to gather notes and a few people are angry at what they think is a lack of sensitivity towards the fact that Christmas is shoved down everyone’s throats, so i make the first edit (at the end of the post), not realising the original is circulating fast. three days later it has 20k notes and i’m drowning.

this post wasn’t an angry one, it wasn’t mocking or attacking non-Christians. i’m fully aware of Christianity’s frequently violent and hateful history, and the pagan roots of the holiday. i was raised entirely aware of the large gap in what the Catholic Church preaches and what the Catholic Church does, and i have, actually, questioned its teachings for most of my life, identifying as an atheist since i was eight. i haven’t been brainwashed or lied to and i don’t think everyone should have to listen to my “made-up book” (thanks, militant atheist tumblr). i know Santa isn’t in the Bible, thanks for that shocking revelation.

to everyone who took the post in the spirit in which it was intended: thank you for your stories about how you celebrate Christmas, they’re really sweet. i am genuinely happy that Christmas is a holiday celebrated by a wide variety of people for a wide variety of reasons. i’m going to publish the stories i already have, but i can’t guarantee i’ll publish anymore (though this post seems to be slowing down, thank God).

this is the last thing i ever want to say about this, so if i get any more hate about it i’ll just link to this post. merry Christmas everyone, and a happy New Year.


what’s christmas even like in non-christian families? in completely non-religious families? like what do you tell your children? “well, kids, we’re eating a whole lot of food and spending a fuckton of money spoiling you because some other people somewhere believe their holy lord and saviour and the greatest person to walk the earth was born 2000 years ago. here’s a playstation.”


edit: all sarcasm in this post was directed at the commercialisation of this day, which i am fully aware is due to the actions of the race who forced this religion on nearly the whole world in this first place. it wasn’t directed at non-christians and i would genuinely like to know how non-christians who celebrate christmas explain the holiday to their children, if anyone would like to share.

We artists have noticed something: communication with some of our clients (new and old) has not been very good, of late. While there are still many art directors, creative directors, and business owners who efficiently and effectively communicate with us, there are seemingly just as many who are in need of important tips on how to properly assign work or manage projects. Please note: I do not blame these individuals — not one bit; hiring artists for projects is not usually something you are taught in school, and there is no Communicating with Artists for Dummies book, as far as I know.

Therefore, here is a guideline that will lead to improved communication, fewer revisions, better artwork, and fewer headaches for all involved.

1. Your first email to an artist should not read: “Hey, are you available for a job?”

This kind of email is a waste of everybody’s time, because all of the important information is missing: description of the job, timeline, and budget. In order to reduce the back-and-forth between the individual requesting the creative work, and the artist, simply take a moment to include the important information in the initial email request. For example: “Dear Ms. Granger, we are publishing a story in our magazine about the ongoing conflict between hedgehogs and walruses. We will need a cover, a full page, and two spot illustrations. The deadline for sketches is March 1st, and the final artwork will be due March 8th. Our budget is $3750. Are you available / interested in working with us on this assignment? Please let me know by 5pm today. Thank you.”

With one email, you have now given the artist all of the info needed to decide whether or not to accept the job. As an illustrator, most of the emails I received ten years ago read just like the above. Lately, this has not been the case. I’m not sure what happened, but let’s fix that.

2. Please do not expect artists to read minds.

Details are very important. When sending emails about your job, give as many relevant details as possible to an artist, if the assigned artwork has specific requirements. Artists are great at solving creative problems, but we cannot guess what you are looking for if we are not told up front. For example, if you tell an illustrator to draw “a car on a street,” then the illustrator will assume the make and model of the car are not important. The illustrator will also assume the street can be any kind of street. Therefore, it is not fair to the artist to reject the final art because you expected a vintage Porsche on the Autobahn. Please be sure to communicate all required elements of the art in your earliest correspondence with your artist, and it will be smooth sailing for all.

If you tell an artist you need a mural of a vineyard painted on a wall in your restaurant, do not wait until the artist is half finished with a stunning, 20 foot scene with bright morning light casting cool shadows over the grapevines, to tell them that you need the time of day to be sunset. Not only is this a problem for your timeline, but the artist must be paid for all the changes that need to be made because the communication was not clear from the beginning.

Sometimes, you love the portfolio of a certain artist and you wish to give this person artistic freedom when commissioning a piece of work. Let us not confuse this wish for unbridled creativity with a lack of relevant information. For instance, the recent recipient of the Richard Gangel Art Director Award, SooJin Buzelli, is famous for giving her editorial artists a lot of freedom. But, when she assigns work, she actually has spent a good deal of time figuring out a way to distill a complex article down to its essential message or theme. She then sends this one or two sentence summary to a carefully selected illustrator, providing that individual with a perfect launchpad from which to create a unique visual solution. This is good communication. The artist comes away with enough information to be creative and daring without producing a piece of work that completely misses the mark.

3. Please Don’t Leave Us Hanging

This is just common courtesy. I often get asked if I am available for an illustration and I then respond in the affirmative with some questions about the assignment or the budget or some other detail. Then, no reply ever comes. A week later, I will see another artist blog about completing the very same assignment that was initially emailed to me. While I understand that everybody is very busy, and emails are flying around at the speed of light, I urge you to please remember that it is unprofessional and rude to simply leave an artist hanging. We often will put other things on hold or rework our weekly schedule to accommodate a project that we think is moving forward. A simple email to let us know that you will be working with somebody else, the job is cancelled, you need to consult with a coworker before moving forward, etc. is all we need to move on and stay on top of our other jobs. There is a popular misconception that artists are free spirits, day dreaming on a hillside and waiting for inspiration to strike, checking emails from paint smattered laptops touted around in burlap sacks … or whatever … but hey! Artists who make a living making art are working. They’re working all the time. Keeping an artist in the dark about the status of a project upsets their productivity in a major way. Please don’t do this.

I welcome comments. Please be polite. Thanks.

- Kyle T. Webster

An open call for episode transcripts from our Travelers, struggles in creating the Penumbra as a small team, and why we need your help

UPDATE: Some extremely generous fans have stepped up to organize @thepenumbrapodcasttranscripts , so please head over there if you would like to participate! We are deeply touched by the speedy response to this post.

Hey there Travelers,

Kevin here. Over the thirteen months since the Penumbra’s first episode, we’ve received a lot of requests from fans for access to episode transcripts. Many of you have contacted us with well-reasoned arguments about accessibility for those with hearing and processing disabilities. Many of you have expressed frustration about the $7 Patreon reward level, at which donating patrons get to look at the scripts the actors see.

We’ve stayed quiet on this so far, but we haven’t been ignoring you. We recognize your frustration. We apologize if the packaging of our show has made you feel like we don’t notice you, or listen to you, or care about you. We do. Internally we’ve been discussing this for months – and after debating it and trying a lot of things, we’ve come to what we think is the only conclusion that makes sense given our situation. I’ll tell you the conclusion first, and then move backward to our reasoning:

We are asking for help from you, the fans, in making these transcripts a reality. If fans create a tumblr or website that features fan-made transcripts of every episode, we will gladly post a link to it on our website and promote it whenever a new transcript has been completed.

We have asked for this from you all before, but it understandably got lost in the weeks and months that have passed since. As a result, should fans express interest in creating transcripts, we will be reblogging this post once every two weeks until all of the transcripts have been completed.

We recognize that it is frustrating not having the supports you need to access our show as others can. We recognize that asking fans to create those supports is also frustrating. Please know that we are frustrated, too. We are living a very uncomfortable, very difficult reality in creating this show, and up until now we’ve kept the details of that reality invisible to you all. But if I can ask for just a few minutes of your understanding, I hope I can communicate clearly about the obstacles in the way of us creating these transcripts, which are also, not coincidentally, the biggest threats to the Penumbra’s continued existence in general.

What follows is an in-depth look at my reasoning. If you’re satisfied with the above, hey, skip it! You can find the couple of transcripts we had time to make here (as well as one by a fan who asked to be credited as subtlepuns), so go for it, work together, create a platform for them, and feel free to use what we’ve made to get you started. If you’re still bothered, or you don’t understand why we can’t just make all the transcripts ourselves, I ask only that you read and think about our position, here. It is not one made hastily.

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Treat Her Better

Originally posted by whyparkjimin


ANONYMOUS Requested: 

Hii can I request an angst yet fluffy jimin scenario where there are rumours about jimin and seulgi and you feel so sad about it but keep to yourself and then jimin says things about her and they have a big fight but fluffy ending please and thank you 💕💕 have a good day x


Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1,141

A/N: You gave me too much freedom with this, hope you like it regardless.


Your name: submit What is this?

You and Jimin had known each other for a while, from when you two were kids. You always thought of his as that brother you never had. He was sweet and caring, but could also mess around and have a good time. The two of you were always close. When he wasn’t napping in your bed, you were over at his place hanging out. He was basically family to you, he didn’t even have to knock when he went over to your place; and your parents loved him, too. You shared almost everything, friends, family, houses, sometimes you even took his clothes. However, no matter how close you were you couldn’t help but feel a little jealousy when other girls got too close to him. You convinced yourself you didn’t have feelings for Jimin, you couldn’t have feelings for him.

The two of you remained close, even after he left to Seoul to pursue and eventually accomplish his dream of being an idol. He was now in the public eye, he wasn’t quite the Jimin you had grown up with. Nevertheless, your friendship didn’t dwindle, if anything your bond grew stronger. Eventually you, too, left Busan to pursue something greater. You didn’t necessarily want to become famous, you just wanted to write; and so you wrote. You became a published author, got your own place, made your own life. It was everything you could ever want, a quiet life in the city. You still hung out with Jimin on the occasion that he had a day off, it wasn’t uncommon that you talked with him. You’d met his idol friends once or twice, and even though he was a big world renowned star, he was still the little Jimin you’d grown up with. He hadn’t changed a single bit. However, your heart longed for him, and you knew better than to tell him. You knew that there were idol girls that he could definitely prefer over you.

Such was the case with Seulgi. Dating rumors broke, and you couldn’t help but feel jealous even though Jimin was neither yours nor hers. You asked him if it was true, but he’d mostly laugh it off with a

“Ah, we’re not dating. I think I’ve seen her a few times on shows, but we’re just friends, I think. Why do you ask? Are you jealous, (y/n)?”

Which you then vigorously denied that you were jealous, how could you be? Jimin was like your brother, not exactly the guy you’d want to catch feelings for. Regardless, you carried on with your lives, leaving the rumors on the back of your mind.

Rumors. Rumors is all they were, until Jimin was getting a liking for Seulgi. He’d begun to remark how good she looked recently, how amazing her voice was. She truly was stunning, she was an idol after all. She was really sweet, too, she was everything you weren’t. So what if Jimin liked her? You could find someone too, there were a lot of charming guys out there. But, something in your heart made you die inside a little when he spoke so fondly about her, it made you sad that it wasn’t you he praised. That it wasn’t you who occupied his thoughts, because he sure occupied yours. As much as it killed you, you couldn’t tell him how you felt; that’d endanger your friendship. Maybe it was time to let go.

 

One day, the two of you decided to grab lunch together. Everything was going like it usually does, you teasing Jimin about something or other, both of you laughing about it, and moving on. Eventually, the subject turned to Seulgi. As per usual, Jimin began on how beautiful she was, the usual. But for once you didn’t care to hear about her anymore, you’d heard enough. Before you knew it, you were interrupting Jimin mid- praise.

“If you love her so much why don’t you just date her already?! I’m sure she’d be perfectly willing!” -You remarked, your tone a lot harsher than you had intended. He was taken aback by your sudden outburst.

“(Y/n), what was that for?! Are you actually jealous right now?!” He raised his voice only a slight bit, but it was enough to make tears well up in your eyes. He really couldn’t see it. How could he be so clueless?

“Maybe it’s because you won’t shut up about her! Like, I get it, Jimin, you really like her! So go be with her if you want her so badly!”

“You know I can’t do that, (y/n).”

“What the fuck is stopping you? Sure as hell isn’t me! Nobody is stopping you!”

With that, Jimin had had enough,

“When you can get over your petty jealousy, we can hang out again. Don’t even bother with texting me, call me intead. But only if you’re actually dying.”

He left you there on the verge of tears. You wanted to be mad at him, but you knew that this was all your doing.  You texted him anyway, completely ignoring what he’d told you just moments ago.

[2:20PM (Y/N): Jimin I’m sorry, let’s talk yeah?]

[2:20PM (Y/N): Please, I’m really sorry.]

[Jimin: seen 2:21PM]

 

You took that as your cue to go home. For once in your life, you actually listened to Jimin, you didn’t text or call him. You decided that maybe this would do it, this was how you’d get over him. But, as the days went on, you just grew fonder and fonder. Not leaving your mind a single second, you didn’t even dare going on social media or outside for that matter. The days passed by in a daze, it felt like only a few hours ago you’d had that argument with Jimin. You hadn’t seen a single ray of sunlight in at least a week. And still, he refused to call or text.


You never minded being alone, but tonight it was killing you. You couldn’t keep this up, as stubborn as you were, you couldn’t keep denying it to yourself. You couldn’t keep denying it to Jimin either. You had the brilliant idea to call him, half drunk, at 11PM with hopes that he’d pick up. The alcohol was liquid courage, it filled you with determination to tell him how you felt once and for all. The line rang, once, twice,

“Hello?” His voice tired and raspy.

“Jimin, I love you.” You said, before you could stop yourself.

“(Y/n), do you know what time it is?”

“Yeah, but I just called to say I love you. I was jealous, and I’m sorry. I might have been childish but I want to say I’m sorry and that I don’t care if you like Seulgi.”

There was a brief silence, as if he was unsure of what you’d said.

“(Y/n)?”

“Jimin?”

“I love you, too.”

Meant to Be (Part One)

Originally posted by illgif4you

Originally posted by sproings

Part 1 - Part 2Part 3

Based on Anonymous Prompt: The reader is a SHIELD agent and later Avenger. After a while of dancing around each other, she and Steve are couple but few months later they break up becasue it didn’t work (but they stay close friends please). After a while Steve falls for Sharon and reader falls for Bucky who loved her since he first met her (but he didn’t do enything because she was with Steve). And Steve and Sharon (who are couple now) try to matchmake reader and Bucky because Cap sees they are perfect for each other

A/N: Sorry guys it’s gotten busy again.  I’m trying, I promise.  I decided to split this prompt into two parts (also, I made the relationship with Steve more of back story, because I couldn’t figure out how to write it and then switch gears for Bucky).  Hope it’s not too terrible and I’ll publish the second part (hopefully) soon!  Also I was low-key inspired by that Seb work-out video

Tagging @pleasecallmecaptain @mattymattymerduck @writingbarnes @kissofvenom922 @b-orderline @shamvictoria11 @callingmrsbarnes

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“When are you going to ask Bucky out?” Steve asks, smirking at you from across the table.  You roll your eyes and wrinkle your nose.

“When are you going to ask Sharon out?” you toss back.

“I asked you first.”

“My question’s more relevant.”

“Why’s that?”

“Cuz Sharon’s coming over her––Hi, Sharon!”  

You laugh at the look of panic on Steve’s face before he’s able to compose his face.  He turns and smiles at Sharon whose lips curve up into a smile.

“Hey Steve,” she says.

“Good to see you, Sharon,” he replies.

“It’s almost like I’m not even here,” you joke and Steve rolls his eyes at you.  Sharon laughs and pulls you into a hug.

“It’s been a while, (Y/N),” she laughs.  “When are you gonna come train with me again?”

“When I feel like getting my ass handed to me,” you reply.  “Maybe you and Steve should train together.  I feel like you’d be more evenly matched.”

“I doubt it,” she grins.  “Can’t expect to keep up with Captain America.  See you later, Steve.”  With that, she walks away, leaving Steve staring hopelessly after her.  You shake your head and punch him in the arm.

“Hey!”

“Perfect opportunity,” you say.  “I practically asked her out on a date for you.  You could’ve jumped in.”  He shakes his head and you press on.  “What’s that thing you said, that one time?  You’re the world’s expert on waiting, or something?  So don’t?”

“That was different,” Steve insists.  “I was giving Bruce advice about Nat.”

“Terrible advice really,” you say.  “They make no sense together.  But the advice still applies to you.  You guys like each other, so ask her out already!”

“When most people say they’re still friends with their exes, I don’t think this is what they mean,” Steve sighs.

“We’re like, barely exes,” you reply.  “We dated for a few months and then I realized I was not attracted to you.”

“Hey!”

“I know, that’s what I thought!” you joke.  “How is it possible for me not be attracted to this beautiful dork of a man?  But alas, it was never meant to be.”

“You’re the dork here,” Steve says.  “We both knew we were better of as friends.”

“Yeah and you’re one of the lucky ones,” you tease.  “At least I’m not still hopelessly in love with you or trying to set your possessions on fire.”

“Honestly, I’d prefer that,” Steve mutters and you shove him playfully.

“I’m just looking out for you,” you say, shaking your head.  “You know I’m right.”

“I do,” he says.  “And that’s why I asked her out two weeks ago.  Back to you and Bucky.”

“I’m sorry, wait what was that?” you smirk.  “Did you just admit I’m right?  And you already asked Sharon out?!?”

“Which one are you more excited about?” Steve asks.

“You and Sharon!?!?” you grin.  “Finally!  How did it happen?  What are you doing?  Where are you going?  When is it?”

“We already went out,” Steve says and you internally scream.  “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“So you’ve just let me spend the past two weeks trying to get the two of you together?” you groan.  “Do you know how many times I’ve traded crazy shifts and missions to get the two of you together?”

“That was you?” Steve laughs.  “I was wondering why we always seemed to be paired up.”

“And you didn’t notice that I always seemed to be on graveyard shifts and shitty missions?” you shake your head.  “Way to be a good friend, Steve.”

“Let me return the favor,” he says.  “You and Bucky.”

“Yes, we are both people that have stupidly decided to be friends with you,” you reply and Steve rolls his eyes.

“(Y/N), you know what I mean,” he says.

“Honestly, no I don’t,” you say.  

“So you’re trying to tell me there’s nothing between the two of you?” Steve asks.  “No spark of romance?  No unspoken tension?  You guys are meant to be.”

“What are you, a romance writer?” you ask.

“Classic evasion,” Steve says.  “Answering my question with another question.”

“Don’t profile me,” you retort.

“Then answer the question,” Steve smirks.  He cocks an eyebrow as you stare him down, willing him to give up.  He doesn’t.

“He’s cute,” you sigh begrudgingly.

“That’s what I thought,” Steve says.

“You thought that Bucky was cute?” you tease.

“Are you free for dinner tomorrow?” he asks.

“No, I have another one of the dumb shifts I traded trying to get the two of you together,” you frown.

“Day after that?” Steve asks.  

“I’m free,” you admit and Steve immediately pulls out his phone, tapping out a quick message.  Your eyes narrow.  “Why?”

“Don’t you trust me?” Steve smiles and you shake your head.

“Not even a little bit.”

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Sharon walks down the hallway, pausing as her phone vibrates.  She reads the message with a quick smile and heads down the corridor towards the gym.

She pushes the door open, walking up to the only occupant.

“Bucky,” she says and the super soldier lets go of his pull-up bar, dropping to the ground.  “You busy two nights from now?”

Langst mini fic #6: For Lance

Warning: OC, a little bit AU, some grammar errors (but I tried to keep it in minimum)


They were identical twins. Sometimes they act alike sometimes it was the opposite but it was fine for everyone because whenever the twins were there then it means that there would be no dull moment.


Lance was the outgoing and more adventurous between the two. In a young age it became apparent that he was a boy who wanted to charm his way, or at least he really like to flirt his way around. The ladies around them giggled at the attempts of a ten year old child and thought that it was cute. Lance was a great strategist also and could almost beat anyone in chess (but he never won against Abuela) and has a dream to go out in space sometime so his dream school was in Garrison. Lance also hates anything related to spooky stuff. That was why he was not allowed to rummage around his younger twin’s belongings.


Leo was more the silent type when the two of them didn’t act the same. He prefer reading books all day and his favorite past time was accompanying his twin (with a book). He loved literature and dreamed someday that he could publish his own novel. It would be nice also if he could retell the adventures of Lance because there was never a real dull moment when his older twin was around. He was also a fan of anything scary and has a bunch of collection of horror books, games and decorations in his side of the room that shared between him and Lance.


It all changes during an accident.


An accident that took Lance’s life away.


They were fourteen years old.


Everyone in the family was grieving but the one that they were worried the most was Leo. When Leo woke up after the drowning accident he immediately asked where was Lance because the last thing he remembered was Lance trying to get him above the surface. The moment the news registered in Leo’s mind was the time that he stopped speaking and just stared at nothingness.


During the funeral, all Leo could think was how much all of this was his fault. Why did he have to be bored that day? He could just find solace in his books so why did he asked Lance to go fishing? Why didn’t Leo wait for one of their older siblings or any elders at all before sailing off the ocean? Why didn’t he checked the weather first before asking Lance?


When Leo stared at the mirror all he could see was Lance…


…that’s right, Lance was still alive. It was Leo who drowned. It was Leo who was now buried under the ground.


The doctors said that Leo was still grieving and just in the denial stage. His mother asked how long will his son be like this?


“Don’t worry, Mama. Lance is here. Lance is here.”


He became Lance. Leo’s books were sold so that he could add it in his savings to take the exam in Garrison. Being the twin who was always with the other, Leo perfected the role of being Lance.


Until one day he fully believed that Lance was alive and Leo was gone.


When he broke the news to everyone that he passed the entrance exam of the Garrison he thought that his family would be happy for him. It was a rational thought, right? It was his dream to be a pilot after all.


His mother broke in sad tears before him. His sister gave him a harsh slap. His brother screamed at him and said “Leo, wake up already! Lance is dead!”. And his father just stared at him with disappointed eyes while calming down his mother.


He didn’t understand. Why were they sad? Why were they angry at him?


“But…but I am Lance, right?”


His brother was about to deliver a punch but it was stopped by their father.


“When will you be leaving?” father asked him calmly once they were alone in the kitchen.


“…next week”


He only received a nod and the day he went to Garrison was the most confusing day for him. His father was the only one who saw him get on a plane.


Now, being in space and playing heroes, Lance (Leo) was now starting to question himself if sneaking out that night was really worth it. He was fighting a war with his friends and he didn’t know if he could go back home alive and in one piece.


He still want to know why everyone was so upset when he received his acceptance letter from the Garrison.


But, he could think about it later. Once he was freed from being captured.


Really, why did Shiro think that pairing up with Keith was such a good idea? Yeah, they were a good team when Sendak attacked the castle or during that time in Balmera but it didn’t mean that they could get along 24/7.


Meeting the witch they call Haggar was probably the only proof he had that being trapped in space was somehow worth it. The witch made him remember the promise he made a long time ago.


“Tell me what you know about Voltron, foolish Blue Paladin.”


He raised his head and glared sardonically towards the witch before him.


“Bitch, I’m Leo. And I AM NOT the Blue Paladin. That’s my twin brother and sadly he is not here so please leave a message after the ring-”


He didn’t managed to finish what he wanted to say for a surge of electricity travel down his nerves.


“I can recite Hamlet to you if you are interested.”


No matter how much pain he received Leo would be happy to have it if it means that Lance was safe. Leo was sure that when the other Paladins comes to their aid then Lance would once again come out and keep Leo company.


But for now, Leo would do anything for Lance.


For Lance.

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anonymous asked:

Tbh scientificaly there are only two genders and only two sex. Sex = penis or vagina. and in the rare case that you're intersex, that doesn't mean you're a third sex or gender. It means you're internal reproductive organs differ from your external reproductive organs. By calling yourself gender fluid, non-binary, other kin, gender fuck, agender, greygender you're dimeaning actual trans ecperiences people face in regards to gender dysphoria and bullying. It's disrispectful and invalid. pt 1

(it’s a trilogy, guys, i am going to add the other two messages here:

the fact that 14 year olds on tumblr invented thenew genders rles than a decade ago shows how invalid this argument is. Gender isn’t a social construct. Expectations of gender is. To put it simble stuff like boys like blue girl like pink girls wear dresses and skirts boys wear pants and shits and shit like that. THATS  a fucking social construcing. I feel so sorry for all the tom boys are tom girl that you’re comfusing. They might think they’re not one of the made up genders just beacuse pt 2            

they differ from their gender rolls. Also don’t you think it’s a bit of a coinscedince that these genders have NO bases. You guys don’t medialy transition you’re not diagnosed with gender dysphoria, all the made up genders are based on the existing 2 genders if not then they’re either based on not having a gender at all or being both (girl boy/ male female). I cba doing this because it’s so obviouse. just please face reality because its getting so annoy to listen to you about first world problem  pt 3

Okay so *cough* a word from the second world country over here *cough*

As far as I understand you have a problem with the idea that there are more than two options out there to “fit into”? And I get that, I do - growing up in a society that tells you constantly that you can only ever choose between two opposite options can take away from the flexibility of the mind to think for itself. That is why it is a good idea to educate yourself by reading about gender studies by sociologists and sexologists and not self-proclaimed scientists on the internet. So let’s get back to the idea that gender and how we as humans express it is a social construct and why it is in no way invalidating anyone’s self expression but on the contrary giving people the freedom to be whoever they want to be.

The gender role theory, considered by Alsop, Fitzsimons and Lennon (2002) is an early form of social constructionism. Social constructionism, briefly, is the concept that there are many things that people “know” or take to be “reality” that are at least partially, if not completely, socially situated. For example, Harvard psychologist Steven Pinker writes that “some categories really are social constructions: they exist only because people tacitly agree to act as if they exist.”

Gender, according to West and Zimmerman, is not a personal trait; it is “an emergent feature of social situations: both as an outcome of and a rationale for various social arrangements, and as a means of legitimating one of the most fundamental divisions of society.”

Doing gender according to west and Zimmerman “is to advance a new trap house understanding of gender as a routine accomplishment embedded in every day interaction”. Essentially, West and Zimmerman argued that gender is something that humans created. As humans, we have categorized and defined many aspects of life. If someone was not in favor of their gender role or did something that was not deemed “correct” for that gender this person would be committing an act of social deviance.

And I assure you Alsop, Fitzsimons and Lennon were not 14 when they were writing “Theorizing Gender” and neither were West and Zimmerman when they published “Doing Gender” in 1987 but still I do not get your ageism towards the young. How are the opinions of 14 year old people any less valid than those of older people?

Anyway, let’s get back to our “gender rolls”.

From someone who took a gender studies course: “It’s less that they’re saying, "society completely invented gender” and more “gender exists only on a social level, therefore it is mutable.” In other words, instinct is biological, but instinct can be ignored/overwritten. To me, I’ve always seen postmodernism as being about how there ARE NO incontrovertible truths, even if we want to believe people fit into these neat little categories, they don’t, because THOSE CATEGORIES are constructs. The traits by which we categorize may be biological, but the categories themselves are not.”

In other words, gender is a performance; it’s what you do at particular times, rather than a universal who you are. Judith Butler argues that we all put on a gender performance, whether traditional or not, and so it is not a question of whether to do a gender performance, but what form that performance will take. By choosing to be different about it, we might work to change gender norms and the binary understanding of masculinity and femininity. This idea of identity as free-floating, as not connected to an ‘essence’, but instead a performance, is one of the key ideas in queer theory.

Additionally, these categories are culturally constructed since they are fluid. What it means to be a “man” and “woman” have changed in the last 50 years alone. There is no denying gender roles changed and thus accept that these are things that societies construct. While sex is pre-determined, even though that can change, gender changes.

So yes, things change. Remember, for example, how homosexuality was considered a mental illness until 1973? And how homosexual people had to fight to prove they were just as “normal” as heterosexuals? Also how even before that some sexologists started studying sexuality properly and then we accepted the Kinsey scale and the idea that sexuality was in fact a spectrum? And then we ended up adding a couple of new letters to the LG making it LGBTQA+ plus all the non-binary categories? You know why? Because people are ever-changing creatures, we learn, we discover new things about ourselves and we want to be heard and accepted.

And hey, here we are again 44 years later and you’re telling me I should stop trying to explore my identity and just stick to what’s “normal” and okay. Because it annoys you.

So in the end the only person who is demeaning other people’s experiences and identities by making them seem invalid is you.

You’re Not Stupid

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Request: @lani-lira

2) It’s not my fault your stupid 

36) What did you just call me?

Authors note: I am so sorry it took forever to get this published, and I hope that you think it its kind of ok. I think its ok, but this was my first request so I hope I did alright. 


Come on y/n this isn’t too hard!” Barry yelled at her. She groaned frustrating as she carded her fingers through her hair. “Stop yelling at me! You’re not helping me!” She cried out, staring down at the paperwork that laid on the desk.  There was nothing on that paper that made sense to her, and it made her feel useless every second.  Barry groaned and pushed him off the desk chair, obviously very discouraged from y/n’s inability to learn the material he was trying to teach her. “Y/n you have to try to learn this stuff!” He scolded at his intern.

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Don’t RB: To My Followers, On An Anniversary

Today is the anniversary of the Pulse shooting, and I know a lot of you are going to spend the day scrolling through your dashes, reminded of it over and over, and some of you will get caught up in the idea that you will never be safe, that someone will always want you dead for who you are, and the oppressing weight of that will sit on you like a boulder.

Remembering the dead, and what they died for, is important and essential.

But as your Old Grumpy Lesbian, I am here to tell you some other things, that I want you to keep in mind, before you spend too much time dwelling in this fear. The world is a better place to be and of the acronym than it was ten years ago. Many of you are young enough you don’t really remember that. There’s no fault in that.

Ten years ago I was twenty years old, and I had no hope of ever being married. A state I never desired to live in might pass it, one day, but the country? Unthinkable. Impossible. The idea of walking down the aisle to be legally married in the place that I have always called my heart and my home was unthinkable.

Anyway, I’ve been legally married under the laws of the state of Montana for three years.

Ten years ago, gay characters were to the side, when they were allowed to exist at all, outside of subtext, intertwined fingers and declarations of enduring friendship, that left so many of us feeling ashamed. Why could we not just be friends with girls we loved? Why did it we have to make it that way? Ten years ago, the first positive depiction of lesbian couple on TV ended with a gunshot, and though the universe made copious and annoying use of resurrection, strangely it never came to Tara. One of three characters only.

Now there are lesbians on children’s TV, kissing softly under one another’s hair. 2 gay men are part of the main cast of a boring sitcom that appeals to mass America. An out lesbian is the face of the Game of the Year. The bar for representation is growing ever higher, and some of the discourse that crosses my dash makes me chuckle, for all the dreams we never even though to have, ten years ago.

Ten years ago, hate crimes weren’t even called that, half the time, they were mostly called ‘an incident’ and everyone swept them under the rug. Ten years ago, I could not have told you what my risk was, of being hurt. Who reported it? Who studied it? Who could ever know.

Now long studies are published on such matters, the reports calling things as they are, for once putting a name to what we always knew was true. Enough studies have been done that I can tell my DFAB followers the truth: Your risk of violence for your identity is nearly nil. I know the reporting is irresponsible, I know the New York Times puts things in your face like “LGBT people most likely group to endure hate crimes” without mentioning to you that hate crimes have fallen overall in the last ten years, even with more consistent reporting. I know if it bleeds, it leads, and there is no profit in telling you that there is ever more rapid acceptance of you, that you are unlikely to ever be hurt for what you are, that this last gasp of fear and hatred will not dominate anyone.

Ten years ago, Pride was a protest, and now it’s a party, and everyone wants to come.

There’s a tendency, I think, on here, to believe that if we are not suffering, we are not enough of our identity. If we cannot point to our own oppression, how can we truly have the experience? There’s no points in being happy, is there, Doc?

There are all the points in being happy. To be happy, to be content, and to be a member of the community—that’s fighting back against fear. I wake up every morning in my bed in my impossible marriage next to my impossible wife, and play my impossible video game with its impossible lead, and go to my impossible job where I outed myself at my interview, because I wanted to live honestly. All of these things are true. My miseries are human miseries, my babies, and I live a normal, happy, domestic life.

I will not tell you that everything will be easy, and looking ten years from now, I’m sure the world will be yet different. But I am here to tell you: Don’t be afraid. Fight. Laugh. Live your life. Remember what we have lost, but also remember what we have gained, and don’t let despair keep you from being the rainbow that we are all meant to be. We throw glitter on sorrow, and make it our own.

We have a thing we say, when someone dies, in Judaism: May their memory be a blessing, and I believe in that. 

Don’t let their memories trap you. Let them bless you. Let them free you.

I believe in you, and I believe in the world, and I believe in what you can do for it. 

So far these are all the soulmate requests I have lined up

This is also the order they are going to published. If you guys have more requests (preferably someone who isn’t already listed I would gladly accept it. Also I want to thank you guys for being so kind and understanding because of my situation. My mom is doing much better.

1. Tony x reader @giantcookiez request Hey! Would you be willing to write a soulmate AU between a shy reader x Tony. Possibly where she has abilities that she hides. She could also work for him or another avenger, whatever you feel like! Thank you so so much!! *smut*

2. Bucky x reader Selfless2/2 Plot: the reader tells Bucky she knows he is her soulmate and want nothing more than to show her soulmate how much she loves him.

3. Thor x reader the god and the bookworm Plot: Thor after failing to find his soulmate in Asgard tony throws thor a party to cheer him up. After the party Thor tells the team that he wants to find his soulmate already and tells them that only his soulmate can lift his hammer. To see if any of them are hid soulmate the team tries to lift the hammer. the bookworm of the team(the reader) is pressured into trying and freaks out when she lifts it up like nothing.

4. Wanda x reader Plot: Wanda is your soulmate and you arrived just in time to heal Wanda’s broken heart due to the passing of her twin brother. When dr cho manages to bring pietro back the team warns Wanda not to spend so much time with brother instead of you because that might drive you off and Wanda might spend the rest of life with a broken heart.

5. Steve x reader plot: Once you touch your soulmate you feel an instant connection and you never want to leave your soulmates side. Plot: you’re new to the team and you shake all of there hands. Once you shake Steve’s hand neither one of you want to let go.

6. Bruce x Reader x Tony request: @the-blue-haired-boy Hi! Could I ask a request for a Bruce/Reader/Tony smut fic? I was thinking soulmate au where Bruce and Reader are soulmates and they find out Tony for whatever reason never got a soulmate so Bruce and Reader just kind of adopted him into their relationship? Thank you!

8. Chris Evans x reader request: I know youʻre already doing steve for the soul mate fics, but would you consider chris evans? i read that he has social anxiety and i think itʻd be cute if there was a soul mate fic about that :)

9. Tony x reader request: I know awhile ago you wanted soulmate requests so if it’s not too late for that… I would really love one with tony! Maybe one where their first words are tattooed on your body?

10. Pietro x reader request: Hii can you make a Pietro soulmate au where the reader is this really shy person that’s kind of chubby but she’s a witch and she helps him after he got shot in aou but nobody knew about her or what happened to Pietro, he kind of disappeared then they got together and came back in cw or after that or maybe when Steve broke in to free team cap and they surprised everyone . I hope that makes sense but it would make me soo happy if you did it :)

11. Bruce x reader request: Hii. Can I request bruce banner x reader soulmate au where the reader kind of lose hope on finding her soulmate when she was offered to work with the avengers and then she met bruce but bruce didn’t want a soulmate because of hulk but finally they accept each other and can you please make it smutty in the end. Thankssss and sorry if it’s too long.

12. Wanda x reader request: Could you do a soulmate wanda and reader where she finds out her soulmate is a soldier and captured. The rest I leave to you

13. Wanda x reader request: Hi I was wondering if you could do a Wanda x fem!reader fic where the reader is a Stark and Wanda finds out that they’re soulmates and she rejects them at first because of it but then they made up :) thank you for writing!

Lastly the first thing I’m going to post in a few days is going to be the stucky x reader threesome.

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The Answer’s In The Air: A Miles/Phoenix Mix

Yes. It happened. I’ve been replaying the Ace Attorney games and now here it is. A mix for these nerds. This mix is actually really chronological and the songs are a mix of their separate point of views, so I’d really suggest checking out my annotations to see which stage of the relationship each one refers to/whose POV it is.

This is my first fanmix that has been published to Playmoss first and my first mix about like…solely guys I’ve ever made. Period. SO CONGRATS YOU TWO YOU MUST BE SOMETHING SPECIAL. Also yes there’s an Ace Attorney font you can download and I used it for the graphic.

1. Enough to Go By| Vienna Teng//2. Given It All| Haley Kiyoko//3.An Act of Kindness| Bastille//4. Stray Italian Greyhound| Vienna Teng//5. INSIGHT (English Cover)| Y. Chang and Sapphire//6. Enemy| Jesca Hoop//7. Phoenix Burn| Alpha Rev//8. Hurts Like Hell| Fleurie//9. In My Veins| Andrew Belle//10. Vindicated| Dashboard Confessional//11. Count on Me| Bruno Mars//12. Kimi Janakya Dame Mitai (I Think It’s Gotta Be You) (English Cover)| Y. Chang//13. Aishiteru (I Love You) (English Cover)|Lucy//14/ Freeze You Out| Marina Kaye//15. I Try to Talk to You| Hercules & Love Affair ft. John Grant//16. Some Guy| Anthony Rapp//17. I Do It All For You| SoMo

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The Greatest Creation (Part 2)

DIDN’T PLAN ON IT BEING THIS LONG BUT HERE YOU GO <3

I just want to take a moment and let you know that I genuinely appreciate the love I received from the first part. And if you’re just now joining, take a peek at the beginning (net necessary).

I tagged the people that commented and told me to continue. If you’d like to be tagged for Part 3 just let me know <3 xx

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Children, a topic that Newt, himself, had never dwelled on for far too long. It may have possibly lingered for a moment of two if he had passed by a carriage containing a child while on a walk through the town. But, it never stayed long enough for him to bring up the conversation of possibly having his own. Newt believed that because the two of you had married quite some time ago, if you had ever decided upon the fact of pursuing the mothering life, you would have mentioned it. And because you had never mentioned it, he never bothered to reconfirm the awkward subject.

And to an extent, Newt was beyond relieved. Children frightened him considerably more than any of his beasts could. They were unpredictable, hard to please, awful listeners, and quite truthfully, loud. Given the choice of staying with a child for less than a hour or handling an Erumpent during mating season, it would be an easy decision.

However, after learning that you had been carrying his child for quite somewhat of time, fear had sunken into his bones but curiosity began to drench the anxiety he felt within. You had looked so happy to be pregnant and as the days passed with your belly swelling bigger by the minute, he couldn’t believe he had been so foolish in keeping you from what you were extremely good at. Nurturing. You were particularly exceptional in taking care of the younger beasts. Not that you weren’t exceptional with the older creatures, it just seemed to work out in your favor for the little ones to be madly and wildly infatuated with you.

And so the curiosity stretched into something bigger. He had dug up as much information he possibly could on pregnancy, wanting to learn everything and anything about. He had even resorted into the very little information muggles had published after he had read just about every book and article clipping he could. Newt was becoming antsy, completely impatient. You’d find yourself going into a fit of giggles at times when his face would contort into confusion when you had to explain for the millionth time that it wasn’t anywhere near close for your daughter to arrive.

And despite you being fiercely in love with Newt, you also wanted to punch him in the face, a lot. He watched you like an Occamy getting ready to strike its dinner. It was becoming irritating to not being allowed to do the simplest of chores. All you wanted was to wash the dishes your way and sweep the living room. And forget about trying to climb down into the case without him being right in front of you to catch you supposing if you slipped. You had to remind Newt very frequently that you were just pregnant and not wounded.

But, as the days passed, you did manage to find it harder to even get up out of your bed. Dougal also seemed to notice your discomfort, he was a tricky little thing and despite Newt’s firm rule that no beasts were allowed outside the case with the exception of Pickett, Dougal still managed to find a way. It was sweet and it became your little secret with him. He’d help you with the chores and vanish just in time for Newt to suspect nothing or well that was until he caught you two.

“I suppose Dougal is keeping a watchful eye on you?” Newt observed as he walked into the kitchen to find you washing dishes and Dougal wiping them dry A chuckle escaped his lips as the Demiguise froze in place, his eyes wide and expression reading busted. Slowly and surely Dougal began to vanish in sight, leaving only a floating dish towel and saucer plate.

Stifling back a laugh, you plucked the towel and plate from the air and set them on the counter. “It’s my fault, really. He was just so persistent in being by my side.”

Newt’s eyes twinkled, his mouth twitching as he stepped forward to embrace you. “Oh, so this has been going on for some time, has it?”

Biting your lip, you held back a smile. “Only for a few weeks. I think he’s worried that something will happen to me, reminds me of someone else I know.” Tapping a finger to your lips, you gave a questioning expression, “Hm, who else demands that they be by my side every second of every hour that they can be?” Sticking the same finger in the air, you had an ‘aha’ look. “Oh! That’s right, you!”

Nuzzling against the crook of you neck, he mumbled against your skin. “Even if you weren’t pregnant, love. I’d still want to be by your side every second of every hour. I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me if that weren’t the case.” Pulling away, he brushed your hair from your face. “You are absolutely beautiful.”

You were about to respond but you felt a great deal of pain settle into your hips. Sucking in air, you gripped Newt’s arms with such force, it caused him to yelp. “I’m so sorry, dear. I just, um, I feel, oh goodness, agh.” You growled out a stifled scream as Dougal reappeared within seconds and by your side. He stroked your leg and made a noise that made you force a smile in his direction. “I’ll be okay Dougal.” Looking back up at Newt, you managed out through breathy gasps. “Call the midwife, darling. It’s time.”

Newt’s eyes widened, “Oh! A-are you s-sure?’ Panic began to flood his brain, he whistled loudly for the owl that was perched on the windowsill. Pulling out his wand from his coat, he quickly jumbled together a poorly written letter to send. Attaching it to the Owl’s leg, he sent it off, praying that she would arrive in seconds.

“Bugger,” You groaned as your legs buckled from underneath you. If felt as if your entire lower half was being ripped apart. Sweat was forming at your hairline as Newt tried to guide you in the room where you would be having your little girl. You had wanted to avoid going to the Hospital for fear of exposing your magical ability and the closest Magical Hospital with an exceptional Birthing Unit was too far away for you to travel towards.

As soon as you reached the room, your midwife Adelaide appeared with the same panicked expression as Newt. Rushing to your side, she guided you into the basin filled with lukewarm water. Instantly you felt a bit better but still felt more pain than you had ever before in your entire life. And you had dealt with some pretty nasty beasts since you had been married to Newt.

“Out, out with you.” Adelaide prompted towards Newt who wore a look of protest. “It’s not customary for the husband to witness the birth. Out.” She said sternly, looking back over towards you, she jumped and gasped at Dougal. “And you, shoo, you.”

Weakly, you waved your hand. “It’s quite alright, Adelaide. Dougal may stay-”

“-what?” Newt incredulously asked. “You’re going to allow Dougal to stay but not me?”

He’ll only find another way in, I trust that you’ll listen and stay outside the room.”

Frowning, Newt nodded in defeat and closed the door behind him. “I love you, [Y/N].”

“I love you too, Newt.”


To say Newt was nervous was a complete and utter understatement. He sat at the edge of the couch, his fingers in his mouth with his knee bouncing at an incredible speed. Every so often, he’d twitch and wince whenever he’d hear your muffled sounds of pain. He hated that you were in so much discomfort and for a moment he hated your daughter for making the love of his life scream with agony. But, seeing as that feeling was inappropriate without having met or seen the little infant, he quickly recanted and continued on feeling incredibly guilty for being partly to blame for your slight misery.

Pickett who seemed completely distressed from your unpleasantness, crawled out from Newt’s pocket and began to insist Newt go into the room. Throwing his little leafy tendril hands towards the tour with such an exasperated expression.

Seeing Pickett quite concerned for you, made Newt forget about his remorse and chuckled. “Now, now, Pickett. I must stay right here until the midwife comes for me. Wouldn’t want to make [Y/N] upset, now, would we?”

Pickett frowned, heaving over and giving a big dramatic sigh and gesturing towards the door once more with a hopeful look.

“I promise you will be able to see both of them the second the baby arrives.” Newt responded, patting Pickett gently and hardly on the head. “Mum’s in a lot of pain and the last thing I want to do is upset her.”

The Bowtruckle heaved again. Crossing his tendrils across his leafy body before making a string of squeaky noises that Newt could presume weren’t very nice words.

“Now, Pickett.” Newt warned, giving him a stern look but eventually breaking into the smile as he noticed Pickett’s increasingly anxious behavior. Pickett had grown to adore you so much that, if Newt were to hand him off to you, he wouldn’t object. But, the creature was still irrevocably still attached to Newt more and could only stand to be away from him for no more than half a day.

Just as Newt was about to reassure the weeping Bowtruckle that you were indeed going to be quite alright, your muffled sounds had stopped. The air was chillingly quiet and for a moment, he started to panic. He had read several times that a sorts of difficulties could sprout at any given moment during the birthing process. Just as he rose from the couch, he froze at the loud, piercing cry of a child. Pickett squeaked loudly and scrambled back into his retreat of Newt’s front pocket.

The door to the room opened slowly, Dougal crawled out. His eyes wide and gleaming. He made his way to Newt and reached up to take his hand to guide him back to where he had just came from. The short walk felt like an eternity as he heard the whimper of a newborn. Newt kept telling himself that that little whimper belonged to beautiful baby girl that would forever be his. Gulping as he pushed open the door, he found you already dressed in a night gown rocking gently in the rocking chair with the basin gone from existence.

Adelaide was bustling around, probably gathering the supplies for the baby. Newt smiled warmly at your exhausted face, you still somehow looked so incredibly beautiful to him. Dougal urged Newt forward, crawling and guiding him to you. Letting go of his hand, Dougal jumped ever so gently into your lap and ushered Newt forward.

With the baby held against your chest, you looked up at his shaking body. “Don’t be nervous,” you whispered, too exhausted to speak at full volume.

Swallowing again, Newt placed a warm and shaking hand on the baby’s back. Flinching as she squirmed under his touch but smiling because of the adorable murmuring sigh she gave. “S-she’s b-beautiful.” Newt breathed, still in a daze that this beautiful little creature was his own creation.

“Want to hold her?” You prodded.

“What?” He asked quizzically. Newt understood fully what you meant but he couldn’t help but question you. “Um, er, I.”

“Newt, honey.” You started, smiling at his terrified expression, “Firmly lift her from my chest and cradle her.”

“Uh, okay, um.” Newt bit his lip but did as you had instructed. You could see the muscles tensing in his jaw as he lightly handled her. You giggled but only because he looked too damn sweet holding the child you had just birthed moments okay. Dougal pushed an ottoman next to the rocking chair, insisting that Newt sit down for fear of dropping the baby. Without looking, Newt took the seat without breaking eye contact for your daughter’s eyes. Finally breaking away from her gaze, he met yours with glistening eyes. “She’s, she’s perfect.”

Sighing contently, you nodded. “That she is.”

Looking back down, he became more confident. He brushed a finger across her plump cheeks, tears building at the moment of fatherhood finally settling in. Taking a deep breath, he murmured out. “She’s got your eyes.”

“And, she’s got your freckles.” You added, leaning over and guiding a finger over her little button nose. “I also believe she’s got your lips and nose, and if I’m not mistaken, she appears to have cinnamon colored hair.”

Rocking her gently, he watched as her eyes slid shut but only to snap back open. She was enticed with Newt and didn’t want to close her eyes. Pressing his lips to the top of her head, he leaned over and pressed one against yours. Pulling apart, Newt glanced down at his pocket who presented a very curious Bowtruckle. “Go on, Pickett. Say hello, don’t be rude.”

Pickett cautiously climbed out of the pocket and climbed his way towards your daughter’s face. He poked her cheek, poking it again, he happily squeaked and presumably kissed her face. Newt watched in awe as the Bowtruckle joyfully started to squeak until she grabbed him with her tiny hand. Pickett let out a terrified and ghastly noise. “Oh, no, no. Gentle, little one. Gentle.” Prying the disheveled Pickett from her fingers, Pickett growled and tried to smooth out his bent leafs.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Oh, Pickett, darling. Come to me, my little green friend.” You held out your finger and stifled a laugh as he stomped his way onto your hand and disappearing in your hair.

Newt whispered, “How did I ever get so lucky to call you my wife?”

Smirking, you tapped his nose. “You may thank your troublesome Niffler for that one, love.”

“Ah, the Niffler. How could I forget.” Staring at your daughter again, he smiled wide. “Would you like to hear a story, darling?” Running a hand over her soft head, he got as comfortable as he could. “It’s about how your mother and I fell in love.”

Your daughter cooed, making noises to prod Newt into continuing. “Well, you see. I’ve known your mother for quite some time, we actually attended this magnificent school together-Hogwarts. Which if you’re anything like us, you’ll attend there too. I’m getting off track-where was I? Ah, right. I was a grade or two older than your mum and well I sort have gotten myself in quite a bit of trouble and went away for a little while. I think it might have been September or perhaps it could have been July. That doesn’t matter. I began my journey in collecting beasts, wonderful magical beasts. I had obtained a Niffler, sneaky, troublesome thing he was. Well, it’s hard to keep hold of one and mine well, he was rather extra troublesome.

I guess I shouldn’t complain much and the bugger. He did happen to lead your mum to me, after all. Anyway, I had made the hasty decision in bringing him to Hogsmeade, I had to pick up a few things and could only find them there. Out of all the shiny objects he could have taken from any number of people, he chose your mum. He fell in love with her necklace, shiny, very shiny piece of jewelry. Caught the Niffler’s eyes, you see. They love a good shiny object and boy did he find hers to be lovely. Needless to say, the Niffler eventually got his hands on it. Scaring the living daylights out of your mother, I could have heard her scream from a mile away. I found her in an alleyway, shaking the Niffler to death trying to get this necklace. Even though she hadn’t seen me yet, I could easily see her. And it felt as if time had stood still. It had been quite some time since I had last seen her and well, I always had a crush on your mum. She was rather kind and awfully sweet. She always happened upon me whenever I’d bring in a new creature to Hogwarts that I wasn’t supposed to. And she never said a word, she only smiled and placed a finger on her lips and walked away.

I never had the chance to tell her how I felt, but honestly, it was me. I don’t think I ever really could. But, seeing your mother shaking the absolute nonsense out of that Niffler, all those reminded feelings of how much I absolutely adored her came flooding in. When she finally did see me, your mum, she dropped the Niffler from shock, I suppose. Like I mentioned, it had been a long time. She looked at me with such a look, it made me go red, although, it isn’t entirely too hard to get me to go red. But, at that moment, I felt that no one else in the world mattered. That, this woman standing before me, was going to be the one I marry. With much persistence and time, she finally gave in. But, between you and me, little one. She always did love me, she was just a little too stubborn to admit it.”

Chuckling, you breathed. “And I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

“Me either, love, me either.”


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Time After Time (Part 7 of 10)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,202

Warnings: language, drinking, angst, mentions of cheating

A/N: I love angst.

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Age 21

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anonymous asked:

Ok. So, to find out when the game itself takes place, you've gotta know when the studio was open. At first, I assumed that Bendy was a rubberhose toon from the height of that style of cartoons. That would put their timeline between 1925 and 1935. Since Sammy recognized Henry but Henry didn't know about the studio extensions in the basement, Henry would have had to leave the studio sometime around 1928. However, Henry also wasn't around for the instillation of the ink machine,… (Mo 1)

(2) which Sammy said was build “over their heads”. So Sammy was either: 1.) downstairs when the ink machine was built, or 2.) the tape recorder was moved downstairs. We also know from Wally’s recordings that Joey had “everyone” donate something from their workstations, so the employees at that time were pretty few. Each item can probably be associated with a specific person; the book is Joey’s the record Sammy’s, and I imagine the doll belinged to the guy who did toys. (Mo)

(3) But based on how small the company was at the time (and modelling it off Disney’s early years) I can’t imagine Henry wasn’t working there at that time; in fact, the inkwell could be his. So where’s the overlap, and how did Joey publish a book if the company was that small? Demonic hijinks definitely accounts for some of it, but the timing is weird. If (basing this assumption off Wally’s first recording) the ink machine was put up very soon after the pedestals, … (Mo)

(4) then it’s possible Henry left between the pedestals and the ink machine. That still doesn’t leave a lot of time for Henry knowing and being super close to all his coworkers, but it works. UNTIL I saw someone notice the “Buy Bonds” mark I hadn’t seen before on one of the episode posters. When I researched, I couldn’t find any examples of cartoon propaganda in WWI. WWII, however, is well known for it. Now we’d have to rework what we already figured out for a new timeperiod. (Mo)

(5) First off, why would this studio still be using rubberhose-style animation long after it had gone out of style? They probably started the studio right before rubberhose went out, and wouldn’t or couldn’t update it. That puts them starting the studio in the 1934-1935 range. That’s good, because it gives plenty of time between the founding to when it went mad. Wally said that the animations weren’t being finished on time anymore, which means they had a time schedule. (Mo)

(6?) A time schedule like that would probably be imposed by a distributer. At this time, probably the studio was doing a lot of work for the government and military and being funded by them (hence “Buy Bonds”). This is probably about the time that Joey really stopped caring about the actual animations. The extensions probably also happened around then. So when did Henry leave the studio? Probably right before the studio was doing animations for the military. (Mo)

(7) At that time, Joey was probably already starting to slip. There were probably already plans for an extension to the studio, and rudimentary plans for the ink machine. This would’ve been about 1940-1941. Henry would have been really familiar with everyone there, maybe to the point of leaving behind a keepsake that could later be used for the pedestals. The extensions are built, the ink machine installed, more employees hired, and the studio went under probably late 40’s. (Mo)

(8; last one, promise!) Whether the studio went under because of money or demonic issues is up for interpretation. So, assuming that demonic stuff means that Henry went back exactly 30 years after he left the studio, the game may take place in 1970 or 1971. All of that is, of course, a guess. I’ve found it fun to try to connect the game to the actuall history of animation. I guess only time and new chapters will reveal what really happened! Thanks for letting me do this. -Mo💚

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Frank the Tank

A/N: An anon request for a comfort fic where the reader comes home and Spencer can tell by her face that she’s had a bad day. Comfort/fluff @coveofmemories

Warnings: Losing a Pet

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You loved your job as a vet tech. You really did. There was almost nothing better than going to work, playing with, feeding and taking care of cute puppies, and then coming home to your boyfriend of two years. But with all the good, came those days where you had to be in the room when someone was losing a member of their family. Today had been a day - three senior dogs needed to be transported over the rainbow bridge, and you were in the room every time, sobbing right alongside the family members. When it came to putting dogs down, you always felt the need to stay in the room with the family; let them know they weren’t alone. But it definitely took a lot out of you. Taking a deep breath, you walked up to the door and slowly turned the knob, the energy completely drained out of you.

“Oh, you had a bad day, didn’t you?” Spencer asked the second you opened the door. He was sitting on the couch reading a book after getting home at around 5 o’clock. Just as he was driving home, you had to go out for an emergency at the office, so at 7 o’clock you were finally able to return home. “What happened?” he asked.

“I had to let three dogs go today,” you sniffled, your eyes filling with emotion as you remembered the babies you’d been with today - a german shepherd, a K9 officer with the FBI as a matter of fact, a poodle, belonging to an elderly couple, and a bulldog, whose owner was a big, burly man you’d never expect to see crying - but he had sobbed as he let go of his best friend - probably the worst out of anyone. Spencer just listened as you recounted your day, gently rubbing your back as you teared up again. “It’s just days like today that make me hate what I do.”

Reaching over, he grabbed your legs and pulled you into his lap, allowing you to  rest your head on his chest. You always found it calming to listen to his heartbeat. “I’m so sorry,” he said, smoothing your hair down while you closed your eyes. “But you do something that takes a lot of compassion to do. You make sure they aren’t in pain anymore and more importantly you make the families feel like they aren’t alone.” 

He always knew just the right thing to say. While these kinds of days came around fairly often unfortunately, you did feel better about helping people through such a difficult time. Plus, this sadness rarely outweighed the good days - the playful pounces on your chest as they came in for the first time, the excitement for treats, the learning commands - it filled your heart with joy. Days like these were just a payment for the rest of it - the universe’s subtle way of balancing things out. “I know,” you sighed. “Thank you. It just all happened at once today.”

Spencer had asked you out two years ago. Within the year, he’d asked you to move in with him. And recently, you’d been talking about getting a dog. “You want to maybe look at dogs?” he asked with a smile. “We’ve been talking about getting one and looking at dogs always makes you happy.”

That made you smile. “Yesssss,” you said. “We’re still thinking of a pittie right?” For the longest time, you’d wanted a pitbull. A friend of yours had one when you were growing up and she was the sweetest dog in existence. Since then, you knew you wanted one of your own eventually, and Spencer seemed to really like the idea of a pitbull. 

“Definitely,” he said, reaching over to the side table to grab his laptop and turn it on. “I really like the gray ones.” You did too, but you tended to have to buy those and you really wanted to adopt. There were so many puppies that were between the ages of 1 and 2 that got thrown to the side for even younger dogs, so the thought of buying a puppy when there were other dogs that needed a home didn’t sit well with you. “If we find one of those that needs adopting, I’m probably going to fall in love with it, but I know you want to adopt.”

As you scrolled through the myriad of pitbull rescues in the area, your sadness from the day’s events slowly slipped away. How could you be sad when you were looking at the adorable faces of so many pitties that needed a home. “Oh my god,” you said, pointing towards a gray one named Lira, “what about her? Click on her.”

Excitedly, Spencer clicked on the picture of the six-year-old female pit. She was beautiful, but when you looked at the bio on her, it said that she wasn’t good with kids and both of you agreed that you’d be getting married and starting a family soon, so whatever dog you did adopt needed to be good with children. A little disappointed, Spencer clicked back and continued to scroll down the page until you found a the cutest mug ever. You clapped and pointed while Spencer clicked on the picture. “Do you realize how big this dog is?” he asked in amazement. Despite the question, you could see on his face that he liked him as much as you did. “His name is Frank.”

“Please tell me that’s short for Frank the Tank,” you laughed. At over 110 pounds, Frank was enormous. He’d been used as a bait dog as a puppy, but had been rescued in a bust. While other puppies from that raid had been adopted out already, Frank was consistently left behind because he was so big.  He was one of the the biggest pitbulls in the state apparently. “It says he’s great with kids. It’s just that parents are scared of him. But he’s mushy. And he thinks he’s a lap dog, and he likes this purple donut toy. He’s only 4. Spence, can we go look at him this weekend? Please!?” you begged, kicking your feet around like a two-year-old. “I wanna go meet Frank.”

He seemed a little hesitant, but the look on your face must’ve changed his mind; you were definitely pouting. “Sure,” he drew out, “We can go meet him this weekend, but we really have to make sure that he’s actually good with kids of all ages before we do anything, because if he’s not good with babies…”

“Then obviously we can’t,” you finished. “I agree. But look, he’s so cute!”

“He really is,” he said, scrolling through the various pictures of Frank with his favorite purple donut toy. “I can’t believe how enormous he is.”

You’d seen an even bigger one on the news. “Have you heard of Hulk?”

“As in the fictional superhero created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, who first appeared in the debut issue of the comic book The Incredible Hulk in May 1962 published by Marvel Comics?” he laughed.

He probably memorized that from somewhere - your big-brained dork. “No, dork. I mean, the over 170-pound pitbull, the largest ever on record.” His mouth dropped open, immediately looking up a picture of one of the largest pitbulls ever recorded. “Apparently he’s one of the sweetest dogs in the world and he’s great with the couple’s young son, so maybe that will mean good things for Frank the Tank.”

“What if his name isn’t Frank the Tank?” he laughed, already liking the moniker you’d given to the dog you didn’t have yet. “You still going to use the full name?” 

“Yes,” you said straight-faced. “He’s 110 pounds. His name is Frank. He’s a tank. He’s Frank the Tank.”

JB Imagine - College AU (Part 9)

A/N - Part 9 to the JB series! This is actually going to be the last part to the series since I didn’t really know where else I wanted it to go. I didn’t have a clear image of what else needed to be said or happened so decided to end it here with a cute little flashforward. Thanks for being so supportive of the series and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it~

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Years had passed since that day and just thinking about it still brought back so many amazing memories. The day Jaebum had told you he was in love with you. Sure, he had written out cute love quotes and made romantic playlists for you but neither of you had actually told the other how much you truly cared about them. And now, almost 5 years later, here you were still just as in love. Nothing much had changed. You had stayed good friends with others from college and you were all still fairly close. Mina and Jinyoung hadn’t stayed together but were still friendly enough around each other. Life was good. Both you and Jaebum had completed college and you were now a trained teacher while he wrote novels, with two currently published. Life just felt so dreamlike for you and you couldn’t have asked for a better relationship with him. Jaebum was literally your other half; he completed you and you completed him. His personality complimented yours so well that fights and arguments were practically non-existent.

Jaebum was just as happy as you were in the relationship and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life with you. That’s why he had planned to ask you to do just that. He stood there in the same little field where he had first confessed his feelings for you, nerves and adrenaline pumping through his veins. He’d asked Jinyoung to help out and was waiting for the two of you to arrive. When Jinyoung had arrived at the apartment you shared with Jaebum, he said there was a little surprise planned for you. It wasn’t any special birthday, holiday or anniversary so naturally you were a little skeptical but played along and let him tie the blindfold around your face so you couldn’t see where he’d be driving you. Jinyoung guided you as you got out of the car and walked somewhere, still clueless of what was going on. He had said to wait to be told when to remove the blindfold and then walked off. Thinking you were alone, you tried to shout for Jinyoung but he didn’t answer. You began to worry but decided to just trust him and his decision to abandon you like this. When you heard a familiar voice say “You can take it off now”, you knew you were safe.

Seeing Jaebum stood there sent relief flooding through you. That was when you looked around and recognised where you were. So many memories came back to you and it was almost overwhelming. Once you had settled from the wave of emotion, Jaebum kissed you sweetly before getting down on one knee. Your hands flew to cover your mouth in surprise. 
“Jaebum…”
“(Y/N), this is the place where I first asked you out and also the place where I told you I love you for the first time. I felt it was only fitting that this be the place where I ask you to be mine forever. You have stolen ever single piece of my heart and I only ask that you keep it with you forever and always. Please, will you marry me?”
“Of course I will. I could never say no to the man who has owned my heart for so long,” you said between the tears of happiness dropping onto your cheeks. You bent down onto your knees so you could hug Jaebum. His lips were on yours within seconds with no sign of slowing down. You only hoped that Jinyoung had completely gone and wasn’t even sat in his car watching because you planned to finish what you and Jaebum had started all those years ago in that same field when he first told you he loved you.

The Way Home (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Two hearts are broken after reader makes the difficult decision to leave home and pursue her dreams. When her older brother Steve asks her to come home, reader is forced to confront her past and the life she could have had with her ex, Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,079

Warnings: language, angst, fluff?

A/N: I’m not really sure if this is good or not, because I have been a mess over Carrie and now her mama. Can’t even believe it. Hug all your loved ones tonight. Anyways, this is definitely my the most angst I’ve ever written in my entire life. Part seven will be the last part! As always, thank you for reading!

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