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anonymous asked:

How would the boys plus Jaehee react to MC being the kind of person who refuses to wear pants at home?

Author’s note: I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST THIS BEFORE I WENT TO BED

Yoosung

  • “It’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before!!”
  • You stood in front of your bright red boyfriend, pantless and proud
  • “I-I know, but…”
  • He trailed off, his eyes still focused on your bare legs
  • You tapped your foot, waiting for his response
  • “My eyes are up here,” you sighed
  • His head shot up, his face even more red than it was before if that’s even possible??
  • “S-Sorry… I just… you’re just…”
  • “Yoosung,” you crossed your arms, “if I’m not embarrassed, you shouldn’t be either.”
  • “But… YOU’RE HALF NAKED!!!”
  • You smirked
  • “Well, I guess you’re right-”
  • You took a couple steps forward until you stood right in front of him
  • “-so let’s make us even.”
  • In one quick motion, you pulled his shirt up
  • As if on autopilot, Yoosung raised his arms to allow you to take it completely off
  • You smiled and ran one hand down his bare chest
  • “Better?”
  • He nodded, shocked into silence
  • You planted a kiss on his lips and turned around
  • Yoosung stared at you as you walked away
  • He let out a breath and ran his hands through his hair
  • “You coming?” you called out behind you
  • “O-Of course!!”
  • He basically sprinted to catch up with you

 Zen

  • you were curled up on the couch trying to catch up on your favorite show when he came home from work
  • “Zen, welcome back!!”`
  • He set his bag down and gave you his an award winning smile
  • “You too comfy to come and give me a hug?”
  • “Of course not!!”
  • You stood up, letting the blanket fall off your lap
  • Zen’s eyes widened
  • “W-Where-I mean, your-you don’t-“
  • You crossed your arms, “Just spit it out!”
  • “WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?!?!” He gestured to your lower half
  • You shrugged, “I hate wearing pants around the house.”
  • He stare at you as if you just committed some sort of felony
  • “You hate pants?”
  • “…I’m pretty sure that’s what I said.”
  • He sighed dramatically and shook his head back and forth
  • “MC,” he held both his arms behind his back and began pacing, “let me tell you a little bit about pants.”
  • Oh god…
  • “Pants are a form of self-expression. Say that one day -and by one day, I mean everyday- I’m feeling good about myself. How would I express that? By wearing tight pants, of course! Or when I feel a little risqué? Pants with holes in them. Bad ass? Leather pants. It’s so simple! That’s what makes it art.”
  • “Did you just say… pants are art?”
  • “I’m pretty sure that’s what I said,” he smirked, mimicking your earlier remark
  • “Interesting,” you walked toward him, smiling innocently
  • Zen took a step back
  • “W-What are you doing?”
  • “Oh, nothing-” you quickened your pace
  • You stood in front of him and gave him a peck on the lips
  • “-just this.”
  • You grabbed the loops of his belt and pulled down
  • “M-MC, WHAT THE HELL?”
  • “Wha-ZEN, WHY ARE’T YOU WEARING UNDERWEAR????”
  • He stumbled backwards, covering his mouth
  • His once pale completion was BRIGHT RED it was actually the reddest it had ever been
  • Zen reached down and fumbled around, trying to pull up his pants
  • Your face was twisted into a cheeky grin
  • “Now that,” you looked down, “is what I call art.”
  • After that Zen had a nosebleed that lasted for DAYS

Jaehee

  • “Isn’t it the same as wearing a skirt?”
  • You shook your head at your naïve girlfriend
  • “Oh nonono, it’s much more,” you dramatically looked off into the distant, “…free.”
  • Jaehee rolled her eyes and began unbuttoning her own skirt
  • You watched as the fabric hit the floor
  • You looked back up at and waited for her to say something
  • “…Jaehee?”
  • Her eyes sparkled and her lips formed into a goofy grin
  • “I…I am a changed woman.”
  • She closed her eyes, spread her arms out wide, and took a big breath in
  • This was probably the first time she’s let loose IN HER LIFE
  • “I’m glad I converted you to team no pa-”
  • You were interrupted by the sound of your front doorknob turning
  • “You two should really lock your front door!”
  • Jumin walked into the room with a stack of papers, kicking the door shut behind him
  • “Jaehee, you left these at…”
  • He trailed off when he saw Jaehee’s skirt on the floor
  • almost IMMEDIATELY, his face turned bright red 
  • The three stood, petrified, Jumin staring at Jaehee’s legs, Jaehee covering her burning face, and MC gaping at Jumin
  • After a couple of seconds, each of them opened their mouths
  • “I think I should go-”
  • “I’m never leaving the house again-”
  • “Betrayed by the pants-”
  • They looked around, all of them making eye contact
  • Jumin cleared his throat
  • “I, uh… bye.”
  • He turned around and opened the door basically sprinting out of it
  • Jaehee stood in the middle of her living room mortified
  • “I am never doing that again.”

Jumin

  • He’s just really confused by the “no pants” concept
  • “Are you too poor for pants?”
  • “No.”
  • “Did you run out of clean ones?”
  • “No.”
  • “Do you want to have sex?”
  • “…Not right now.”
  • “Then why are you standing in the middle of my living room without pants?”
  • You sighed and flopped down on the couch
  • “Because it’s comfy!!! You should try it.”
  • He gave you a strange look and walked back into the bedroom
  • When he came out, he was wearing a casual shirt and his favorite set of cat boxers
  • “This is… interesting.”
  • He sat down next to you and put his arm around your shoulder
  • “I guess I can see the appeal, it’s much less restricting.”
  • “Exactly!”
  • “…You know what would make this even better?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • “If my lovely wife would go and pour me a glass of wine, so I can truly relax.”
  • You glared at him before standing up
  • “Fine.” 
  • he better hope you don’t spit in his glass… again

707

  • Well then you’ll fit right in his favorite saying is “Home is where the pants aren’t!” 
  • 9 out of 10 video chat meetings, he doesn’t wear pants
  • “But, Seven, that’s yourboss!!!”
  • “I know, but I won’t be able to concentrate with those… leg prisons on!!”
  • He huffed and turned around, walking into his computer room
  • Giving his shirt a quick dust, he plopped down in front of the monitor
  • He turned the camera on and smiled
  • “How you doing today, boss man?”
  • You shook your head as you watched your pantless husband carry on a conversation with his superior
  • “…And I wanted to congratulate you on this myself, Agent 707.”
  • “Congratulate me on what?”
  • “You got the promotion.”
  • Seven shot up out of his seat and waved his arms in the air
  • “YOU WON’T REGRET THIS!!!”
  • His smile soon turned into a frown when he saw his bosses face
  • “What’s wrong?”
  • His boss sighed
  • “Where are your pants?”
  • Seven’s eyes widened and he tried to sit down
  • buT HE WENT TOO FAST AND MISSED HIS SEAT
  • He reached his arm up and felt around for the mouse
  • “I-I’m gonna have to let you go, I’m having some technical difficulties.”
  • “…Interesting word choice for one of the nation’s best hackers… Goodbye, Agent 707.”
  • As soon as the monitor clicked off, you burst out laughing
  • “MC?? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE???”
  • “Long…enough… no pants… told you so,” you said between laugh
  • The only thing that made the situation funnier is that he was wearing his “property of MC” boxers

anonymous asked:

Heeey! Can you do a reaction about jealous BTS?

Sure thing! I’m gonna make it a “reaction to BTS’s girlfriends getting hit on” I’m so excited about these requests I’m getting from y’all  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I hope you like it!!

BTS: Reaction to their girlfriends getting hit on~Jealousy

♥ Jin: He thought today was the perfect day. No practice, no performing, just a beautiful day with his girlfriend whom he loved so much. You were all dressed up for him. He adored how beautiful you were, and he thought that he’d want to show you off to the world! That is, until people started looking. He heard the talking and he wasn’t gonna stand for that.

“(Y/n), let’s just go home. We’ll order to go.” Jin was clenching his fists and frowning. You looked in his eyes and giggled. 

“Jinnie, I didn’t get ready for nothing. Plus, I haven’t been on an actual date with you in forever.” You gave him a pout he couldn’t resist. He took in a deep breath and sighed heavily.

“Whatever you say, beautiful girlfriend of mine.” He said loudly, causing the whole crowd to look at you.

Originally posted by fawnave

♥ Yoongi: You needed to go shopping today, and your boyfriend who preferred sleep over shopping, decided to go with you. Why? Because he knew just how beautiful you were. He knew damn well other guys looked at you and tried to talk to you. He wouldn’t stand for it. 

 “Yoongi, I need underwear.” You stopped in front of Victoria’s Secret. 

“No way, I’m not going in there.” He said while crossing his arms. He loved to see what you buy and what you wear for him, but he felt embarrassed about going in such a place.

“Fine, wait here.” You were a little gloomy about him not coming in with you. You walked in, and Yoongi heard boys talking next to him.

“Wow what a hottie. Let’s go get her.” 

Yoongi quickly walked in after you. No wAy was he letting some other boy come close to you. He hugged you from behind, watching as your hands shifted through lingerie.

“Yoongi?” You tilted your head back to look at him. “You ok?”

“You’re never leaving the house again, that’s final.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

♥ Namjoon: You recently posted a picture of yourself on Instagram. It was a picture that made you feel confident. Not revealing, but Namjoon saw the end of the world when he thought of the comments that you would receive for being so cute. And shit was he right. He stalked that picture of yours (screen shotting it and setting it as his lock screen, of course). Suddenly, a comment popped up, saying “DM me.” He got heated and yelled at you in the kitchen from the living room.

“(Y/N)!!” He set his phone down and huffed heavily. You ran in, thinking something was wrong. Spatula in hand, and cute frilly apron on. His eyes grew soft when he saw you, and his voice got gentle. “Don’t listen to him. Don’t listen to boys. Look at me and only me. Delete your Instagram!” He pouted the cutest pout in the world. You loved his jealousy, it made you feel secure.

“Who are you talking about Namjoon?” You wondered what got him all started up.

“That boy… He commented on your picture…” He mumbled.

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♥ Hoseok: His girlfriend was a model. (Y/n) was stunning, and she was the most beautiful girl in his eyes. He never thought he’d have an issue with jealousy, until he saw other male models and singers go after her. He kept quiet about it for a while, because he trusted you. And he did the right thing to trust you. You turned down any man that tried to talk to you because you were loyal to Hobi, and he was grateful for that.

But when you got the lead part of a drama, and you were told you had a kiss scene, he lost his shit. He stood in front of the guy you’d be kissing, giving all the attitude he contained.

“That’s my princess. If your filthy lips touch hers I’ll make sure you’re never able to kiss anyone again.” He said with no hesitation. 

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♥ Jimin: He angrily watched as his best friends hands touched all over his girls body. Why was this happening? It was all for show. For the MV they were working on. The producers thought it would be fun if (Y/n) ended up with someone that wasn’t her actual boyfriend, and oh boy did Jimin hate it. He’s never wanted to strangle Taehyung so badly. He knew it wasn’t his fault but he couldn’t help the way he felt. 

When the scene was over, you walked over to Jimin with a smile. “Are you ok? You look really mad…” You couldn’t stop smiling because you knew he was jealous, and it was super cute to you.

“Ok? Ok?!” He spoke in his accent, a turn on for you. “I don’t like this. (Y/n), you’re not gonna be in the MV anymore. We’ll get another girl to play the part.” He watched for your reaction with intense, dangerous eyes that wouldn’t allow you to reject.

Originally posted by chimcheroo

♥ Taehyung: He knew it was just work. Taehyung has been dealing with this crap for over 2 years now and he reached his peek. He came to meetings with you even if he was busy, because he knew there was a man with hungry eyes, watching your every move. 

Taehyung was very calm when it came to his jealousy. He was very afraid to lose you though. As he sat with you in your meeting, he eyed the man shamelessly, embarrassing you a little. You asked him to stop but he’d just brush you off. When the meeting was over, you grabbed Tae’s cheeks and kissed him gently. 

“Do you think I’d go for a jerk like that. Look at me, I love YOU TaeTae.” You smiled gently. He licked his lips nervously and looked down, biting his lip gently after. 

“I hope so…”

Originally posted by toughchim

♥ Jungkook: Jungkook knew his jealousy was getting the best of him, but he couldn’t help but take it out on you. Your ex from many years back decided to text you to ask you out on a coffee date to catch up. “How does he have your number?”

“Jungkookie, I haven’t changed my number since I was 14, of course he still has it.” You whined softly. You were on the brink of tears. “He texted me Kookie, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t even text him back…”

Jungkook heavily sighed and clenched his fists. He held his hand out. “Phone.” He demanded, and you gave it to him. He started furiously typing away, telling that boy off. He handed it back to you and tried to stay calm. “If he replies, block him.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Yours

Happy Valentine’s Day, loves! Here’s a new story for you because I love you all immensely! It’s fluffy and it’s daddy!harry and it’s all for you guys. <3 <3

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He had gotten up and left the house early that morning. It had been quite a long time since Harry had been able to go to the gym and get a decent workout in, because he was constantly busy between working on his album, finishing the movie, being a husband and taking care of your 10-month-old daughter. Going the gym had kind of been put on the back burner in favor of spending as much time with the two of you as he possibly could.

Not that he minded; before he had become a father, he never would have been able to imagine just how much he loved having a little girl. He had always liked kids, of course, and had wanted one of his own since before you had even met him, but the gross amount of love he had for his baby girl was almost unfathomable. He would be perfectly content never leaving the house again, if he thought he could get away with it.

Today was Valentine’s Day. The moment your daughter’s little voice had come over the baby monitor that morning, babbling away and finally calling out with a tiny little, “Dada?”, Harry had been up and into the nursery to get her. Hearing her say his name was still a novelty for him; it had only been a few weeks since she had learned to say it and Harry’s heart still jumped every time she called for him. She wasn’t walking yet – not without assistance from one of you - but one step at a time…literally.

His little girl was big-eyed and smiley by the time Harry got to her room. She was now able to pull herself into a standing position using the bars of her crib and she was bouncing up and down on her heels when she saw Harry enter.

“Good morning, lovebug,” he said, voice raspy from just waking up.

“Dada!” she replied, pointing at him. As soon as she lifted one hand from the crib, she lost her balance and toppled back down into a seated position on her mattress.

“Oops, careful there,” Harry laughed, reaching in to lift her up into his arms, “Can daddy have a kiss?”

She clasped her hands around his neck and gave him a very dramatic, very wet kiss on the cheek. Harry chuckled and returned the kiss, wiping the baby slobber from his skin.

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the signs as shitty horoscopes
  • Aries: The look on your face will be priceless when you find that forty pound watermelon in your colon. Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep.
  • Taurus: You will never find true happiness - what you gonna do, cry about it? The stars predict tomorrow you'll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep.
  • Gemini: Your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence. Your love life will run into trouble when your fiance hurls a javelin through your chest.
  • Cancer: The position of Jupiter says you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud. Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver's test.
  • Leo: Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss's face. Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding, then wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quik.
  • Virgo: All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent - except for you. Expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled upon a stick.
  • Libra: A big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented that you. Laughter is the very best medicine, remember that when your appendix bursts next week.
  • Scorpio: Get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window. Work a little harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak
  • Sagittarius: All your friends are laughing behind your back (kill them). Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you've got hanging in your den.
  • Capricorn: The stars say that you're an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they're lying. If I were you, I'd lock my doors and windows and never never never never never leave my house again.
  • Aquarius: There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus. Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A-Mole seventeen hours a day.
  • Pisces: Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the Ebola virus. You are the true Lord of the Dance, no matter what those idiots at work say.
the heir - pt.4

Group : BTS

Member : Park Jimin

Word Count :  3,423

Genre : fluff, angst, mention of mature content

Description : It has been eight years, long enough for you to forget about him. But seeing your son everyday, who is almost a duplication of him, always brings back the painful memories of how the only one you had ever loved had died eight years ago. Killed by the police for being a criminal who had broken into a bank and kidnapped a hostage.  

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Are You Constantly Worried Your Whole Life Could Fall Apart At Any Minute?

Well
It will
You’ll be half asleep
In gym shorts and a t-shirt with the armpits ripped out
Wrapped in a blanket with one eye open

You could be sober
You could be the biggest drunk the world has ever seen
You could literally be a crow hanging on a sloping wire
It doesn’t matter
One day some serious shit will happen

Are you gonna cry?
Are you gonna kick yourself for not having serious shit insurance?
Are you gonna beg for help?
Are you going to become a hermit and never leave your house again?
Are you gonna bottle it all up and passively take it out on the people who love you most?

Are you gonna write weird poetry?
Are you gonna buy a Harley Davidson and then yell at your wife when she says she’s worried about you?
Are you going to stumble into the desert high on peyote and wait for a rattlesnake to tell you what to do?
Are you going to look for love to save you?
Would that make you whole?

Dead leaves scatter across the ground
Sad men eat cheeseburgers and drink weird beers you’ve never heard of
Children play outside with remote control cars and laugh hysterically when they hit each other
A middle aged woman watches murder mysteries on cable for twelve hour straight
Crows scavenge through trash and go ‘caw caw’ and whatnot
The bathroom smells like bleach
The family room smells like smoke
Time drools along

Who do you want to be?
Where do you want to go?
Would it be better to just close your eyes and wait for the whole thing to be over?
Would it be better to endlessly talk about your problems to whoever will listen?

Learn to play a piano
Write the saddest song ever written
Get a good nights sleep
And tell me specifically what you plan on doing tomorrow

Lightning Under Your Skin

Yoongi scenario

Genre: angst, fluff

Word count: ~ 9700

A/N: Technically, in quantity, there’s probably more fluff than angst. But Yoongi’s character is quite heartbreaking in general, so I’m leaning towards it being angst. Also, I guess, it’s kind of “People have random magical powers!AU”.

Mini-playlist for the story

1. Sixx A.M. - Skin. || 2. MIIA - Dynasty. || 3. Billie Eilish - Ocean Eyes. || 4. Troye Sivan - BLUE (feat. Alex Hope). || 5. TroyBoi - On My Own (feat. Nefera). || 6. Agust D - So Far Away (ft. Suran). 

“That’s just how your world worked. People were used to trying different things and hanging on to every opportunity to participate in a new activity; all in hopes to reveal the power they were born with. You wouldn’t know what it is until you found yourself in a situation, where your own magic could be used. The hardest part of the search - most powers were so random and specific, that you’d have to be pretty damn lucky to stumble upon it.”


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Getting to Know You

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Read the first part here! http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/158759668792/unexpected-stranger

Gaston slowly walked through the town, his arms crossed behind his back and he smiled st the villagers who greeted him a good morning.

After awhile, he managed to find himself standing at the enterance of the public gardens, it was a small space, but was filled with all sorts of lovely flowers and fauna.

Gaston walked inside, taking small glances at the plants he passed, greatly appreciating the peace and quiet the gardens offered.

Just then, as he was turning a corner. He saw someone kneeling on the ground, the embroidered fabric of their cloak pooled around them. He took one look at the swirling patterns and instantly recognized it as the one you wore around town.

Gaston’s face broke out into a grin and he went to call out to you when he heard a distressed whimper come from where you were sitting, and he moved closer to you.

Your shoulders shook violently as you sobbed, the cries muffled by the presence of your hands overlapping your mouth as you tried to silence the noise, not wanting anyone to find you in such a helpless state.

Gaston didn’t understand the way his heart seemed to drop at the sight of you, or how it appeared to cause him physical pain everytime the sound of your cries crossed his ears. He couldn’t help but feel a strong desire to hold you close and protect you from all the world’s evils.

He came to stand beside you crouching down and gently placing his hand on your shoulder.

Your entire form immediately tensed as you let out a horrified scream. “Please leave me alone! Leave me alone!” You cried desperately as you tried to hit at your attacker.

Gaston wrapped his arms around you and he tried to silence you. “Hush now, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise,” He said in a gentle voice as he attempted to soothe you. “Don’t be afriad, it’s alright.”

Your brows knitted together as you tried to remember the voice, but all the emotions and fear coursing through you was enough to make you lean your head into their chest and begin to sob.

Gaston stroked your hair and let you have a few moments to collect yourself before he gazed down at you, your hands had latched themselves tightly onto the lapels oh his coat, holding on as if your life depended on it. “Easy now, It’s Gaston.” He informed you, sighing in relief when you became less tense. “Now, tell me what’s happened.” He cooed as he carefully brushed the hair out of your eyes.

You nodded, cloudy eyes brimming with fresh tears. “I-I don’t really know, Magnus, my seeing dog, was spooked by something and ran off…” Your voice cracked painfully as you tried to contain yourself. “I…I was so surprised that I didn’t have time to tighten my grasp on his leash and I was knocked to the ground. I don’t know where I am without him, I’ve been trying to feel around for something to grab onto but,” You let out another sob as you retreated further into Gaston’s embrace. “There wasn’t anything…I’ve been lying on the ground since,” Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to recall your memory. “I don’t even know how much time as passed.”

Gaston nodded, that explained your vice-like grip on him and the harsh grit to your voice, god knows how long you’d been out here by yourself, it was like being lost out at sea without knowing which way the land was, and his heart immediately broke for you.

“We’re going to stand up now, together, don’t worry, I’ve got you, I promise.” Gaston spoke in fragments as he steadily rose the both of you from the ground. His one arm wrapped around you while the other was holding onto your hand, letting you know he was right beside you.

“Forgive me for being so pathetic,” You said, cheeks aflamed after intense tears and embarrassment you now felt. “It’s just I was so frightened, it was like the first time all over again.”

Gaston wanted to ask what you meant, but he saw the state you were in and decided it best to get you home before he started pouring into your past. “I’m going to lead you to the center of the village, right in front of the fountain, do you think you can guide me to your home from there?”

You gave him a small nod, taking slow and steady breaths as you realized you’d look quite the mess. “Yes, I can manage that.”

“We’re going to start walking now,” He said, taking a couple of practice steps, noticing how you almost tripped on yourself as you tried to mentally graph out your surroundings. “You don’t have to worry about where you’re going from here, just let me lead the way for now.”

From there on, you simply moved your feet, Gaston still had his hands wrapped around you, but one now rested over your shoulders to allow him more mobility.

He managed to lead you out of the gardens and into the path that entered the village, glancing over at you every so often to make sure you were holding up.

Apart from a few sniffles and the sound of small stones crunching under your shoes, your journey back was spent in silence.

The instant you both entered the main gates, all eyes were locked onto you and Gaston.

But mostly, people looked at the disheveled state of your hair and how puffed your eyes had become, some of them turning to whisper among their peers.

Gaston noticed a small group not so discreetly point at you before giving looks of disapproval to one another.

However, one cold glare from Gaston was more than enough for the whole square to return to their normal activities.

He would have preferred to verbally tell them off, but wished to spare you the further embarrassment that everyone had been staring at you.

“We’re here.” Gaston whispered into your ear, his breath on your neck caused you to jump slightly before nodding.

You lead him all the way to the gates of the estate you, your father, and a few maids resided close to the edge of the village. It was tucked away enough for you to enjoy a little peace, but so far out that one had to endure isolation.

Gaston looked on through the gaps in the bars impressed at the house he saw sitting at the end of a long pathway lined by rows of thick trees on either side. It was two stories tall and had windows with blue panes all over the white walls. Flowers of various sorts bordered the entire home, giving it a more lively appearance.

He went to ask how you managed to afford such a grand place, then recalled Lefou mentioning your father was a famous musician who played in Paris, and he didn’t doubt the pay would more than cover it.

“We don’t lock the gates during the day, just push.” You said simply, noticing whenever you had stalled your movements long enough.

Gaston did as told, keeping his hold on you as you walked the path, watching closely as you ascended up the small set of stairs that were infront of your door.

You shakily raised your dominant hand and rapped on the doors a few times before a kind, elderly looking woman answered, her large brown eyes widening even further once she saw you and quickly ushered the pair of you inside.

“Where have you been? It’s been hours when you left to go into the village, worried sick about you we all were!” Her thick accent and alarmed tone made it hard for Gaston to follow, but you seemed to understand every word.

“I’m so sorry, Mathilde,” You said bashfully, slowly removing your hand from Gaston’s grasp to hold it out infront of you for her to take.

Mathilde smiled and pecked the back of your hand. “Don’t worry, my dear. You’re here now and…” She looked around for a moment. “Where’s Magnus?”

Gaston took this as a prime opportunity to make his presence known. “(Y/n) was just explaining to me how she was taking a stroll in the public gardens in town when Magnus saw something that made him take off and run,” He said, keeping his hand on the upper part of your back. “I was walking by and saw the whole thing happen, but I was able to see where the dog went and thought it best to get (Y/n) somewhere she felt more comfortable before taking any further actions.”

Mathilde suddenly took notice of the tall and handsome stranger in scarlet before her, her plump cheeks flushed and she smiled at him. “Well then I’m most grateful for your quick thinking, monseuir?”

“Gaston.” He answered with a dashing smile as he kissed the old lady hand, causing her to burst in a fit of girlish giggles.

“What a charming young man you are!” Mathilde mused, and she went to wink at you her face dropped into one of concern. “My darling! What’s the matter, you look awful.”

Your eyebrows shot up and you immediately forged a convincing sneeze. “Forgive me, I’m so foreign to the french countryside air that it’s causing my allergies to act up.”

Mathilde gathered the skirts of her uniform and with a look of determination she nodded at you both. “Just you wait right here, I have some tonic in my bag upstairs.”

You held your hand out once you heard her footsteps become distant. Gaston realized you were looking for him and immediately placed his hands in yours.

“Thank you for that,” You told him, giving his hand an affectionate squeezed. “Mathilde is my oldest companion, she was my nurse and was always by my side when my eyesight began to go. She would never let me leave the house alone again if she knew what happened.”

Gaston remained silent, pleased he was getting to know you and your past a little better, then he remembered a question that had been lurking his mind all through your walk. “You weren’t always blind?”

You smiled somberly and shook your head. “No, I was born with perfect eyesight. But then when I was around nine everything started getting blurry. My father took me to a doctor and he gave me a pair of glasses that helped at first. Turns out my father knew I was going blind, but wanted me to avoid the heartbreak for as long as possible,” Your hands began to fondle the strings of your cloak as you went on. “It was fine for a while, then I would knock things over without realizing it, the colors around me grew more dull. And then…,” You took a pause, and Gaston pressed your hand, letting you know he was there.

“And then when I was around thirteen, I woke up one morning and I couldn’t see a thing.”

“I’m sorry,” He replied, the overwhelming sense of wanting to protect you only grew with the story you had shared with him, he never wished for you to experience such an event as today ever again. “Truly I am.”

You smiled thoughtfully, giving the back of his hand a small press with your free one. “Forget I even mentioned it, I don’t wish to disrupt your peace with my troubles.”

Gaston frowned, even in such a state you never wished to be a burden.

Mathilde came rushing down the hall, a packed medical case ready in hand. She took your hands and slowly sat you down on a nearby chair.

Once Gaston saw you were in capable hands, he tipped his hat at the older woman. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Madame. But if I’m to ever catch up with Magnus I must leave now.”

Mathilde gave him a puzzled expression and walked him to the front door. “You know you don’t have to bother, he’s a clever dog and when the Master gets home he will search for him.”

“Please, it’s the least I can do considering the eventful day our dear (Y/n) has had, and I’m sure she’s eager to have her companion returned to her side.”

Mathilde’s kind smile returned to her face, and her eyes glistened. “What a handsome and charming man!” She exclaimed with a laugh. “Goodluck with your search, Monsieur Gaston!” And she waved him out.

Things you can do while laying by the toilet during migraine:
  • -Wonder where that mark on the side of the tub came from
  • -count tiles until you can't take the light anymore
  • -groan aggressively at the cat who is confused
  • -design projects that you will literally never do
  • -vow never to leave the house again
  • -cry
  • -realize the wallpaper in here is disgusting
  • -turn lights off again
  • -decide you're probably mediocre-looking at best
  • -roll around
  • -think of all the shit you could be doing
  • -turn the lights back on and panic because you almost barf
  • -can't barf, curse the gods
  • -turn the light back off
  • -become suddenly religious and try praying
  • -ask the cat to kill you
  • -realize there is no God and space is huge and you're already almost one-third dead.
  • -be very still
  • -hate the guy mowing outside i mean who the hell mows this late that motherf
The Horoscopes According to Weird Al Yankovic
  • Aquarius: There's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus. Fill that void in your pathetic life by playing Whack-A-Mole seventeen hours a day
  • Pisces: Try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the Ebola virus.
  • You are the true Lord of the Dance, no matter what those idiots at work say
  • Aries: The look on your face will be priceless when you find that forty pound watermelon in your colon. Trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf, then give a hickey to Meryl Streep
  • Taurus: You will never find true happiness - what you gonna do, cry about it? The stars predict tomorrow you'll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep
  • Gemini: Your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence. Your love life will run into trouble when your fiance hurls a javelin through your chest
  • Cancer: The position of Jupiter says you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud. Try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver's test
  • Leo: Now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss's face, oh no
  • Eat a bucket of tuna-flavored pudding, then wash it down with a gallon of strawberry Quik
  • Virgo: All Virgos are extremely friendly and intelligent - except for you. Expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled upon a stick
  • Libra: A big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented that you. Laughter is the very best medicine, remember that when your appendix bursts next week
  • Scorpio: Get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window. Work a little harder on improving your low self-esteem, you stupid freak
  • Sagittarius: All your friends are laughing behind your back (kill them). Take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you've got hanging in your den
  • Capricorn: The stars say that you're an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they're lying. If I were you, I'd lock my doors and windows and never never never never never leave my house again
The Game Part 3/3

Hello! I’m sorry this took an extra week to come out! I have learned my lesson-always finish a fic before you start to post! I was just so excited to share this with you I couldn’t wait! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this. Thank you for reading and for all the comments you guys gave me on this, it helped me figure out where I wanted this to go. Happy Sunday!

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Things to know: Time Period: 1940′s Bucky, tiny Steve, Info: Reader and Bucky have mutual friend in Steve, but Reader and Bucky don’t really know each other too well….UNTIL NOW BOOM BABY

Part 2

No Warnings except for this pic below cuz im dyin a harsh death rn

Though the walk home from the bar was only 6 blocks, it seemed like a marathon. The temperature was steadily dropping as the night went on and the whipping wind sent chills down your spine with every step.

You were surrounded with the bright lights and traffic sounds of a Saturday night as you strode on. You passed strangers piling into cabs and walked through clouds of smoke on the corners of bars. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a voice was screaming at you, scolding you for walking alone at night, but it was easy to ignore. The memory of you screaming at Bucky was much louder. 

Your head hung low and your focus was pushed to your feet as your low heels paced along. Your toes and the sidewalk cracks grew blurry as hot tears started to stream down your face and guilt pooled and solidified in your stomach.

When you finally turned onto your street, you heard Steve call your name. You looked up to see him running down the steps of your apartment toward you.

“Steve, what are you doing outside? You’re gonna get sick!” you said, wiping away the channels your tears left on your cheeks. “Stop running, Steve.” You rambled on, chastising him for being out in the cold as he pulled you up the stairs and into your apartment. 

“Jesus, (Y/N), you’re freezing,” he said, rubbing your arms and leading you into your bedroom. You watched as he pulled your warmest clothes out of your closet and set them on the bed. “Change into these and then I made hot chocolate.” His whirlwind stopped as he turned to face you, his nose slightly crinkled and his brow furrowed. “Do you need me to help with the zipper, or…”

“No, I got it.”

“Okay good,” he said, his shoulders relaxing for the first time since he saw you outside. He closed the door behind him as he left the room and as you changed you heard him shuffling in the kitchen.

Once in your warm clothes, you made for the door, knowing that if you spent too long in your room, Steve would grow even more concerned about you. But before you reached the hallway, you passed a small mirror on your nightstand and winced at your red and puffy skin.

Figuring there was nothing you could do about it, you opened the door and made your way down the small hallway, jumping slightly when you heard something fall on the floor and shatter. 

“Steve-o, you better not be breaking my Ma’s china,” you called.

As you entered the kitchen you saw him pick up a half broken saucer. “It’s just chipped.”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed from behind him, making him turn around with a start and send you an apologetic smile. You grabbed both mugs he set out and walked them to the couch.

You plopped down on the cushion and tucked your legs under you, already feeling much warmer. Taking a sip of your drink, you closed your eyes and hummed in appreciation. “Finally, something you can’t burn.”

He hummed distractedly as he gently sat next to you on the couch. You both sat in silence, like the air was filled with invisible pins and if you moved or said anything, you’d be stuck. You watched Steve run his fore finger around the rim of his mug until he finally spoke. “(Y/N), Buck didn’t-”

“I know.”

“You know?”

You sighed and nodded, watching your lopsided reflection shake in your hot chocolate. “I went to that bar and saw Maria dancing with someone else.” Your eyes closed tight in an attempt to keep your rising anger buried inside. Everything in your body tightened and frustration and jealousy clawed at your chest, leaving you only to shoot open your eyes and look to the ceiling for answers. “How could she even look at anyone else with Bucky Barnes in front of her?”

“She’s just not the girl for him, (Y/N),” he said, squeezing your knee.

“Well, obviously Bucky thinks she is or he wouldn’t have asked her out again.”

“No,” he shook your knee, forcing you to look at him. “That’s what he told me tonight at the diner after you left. He wanted to call it off with Maria, but she insisted they go out again and he just didn’t wanna hurt her.”

With Steve’s words, everything that had risen to your chest fell with a thump to your stomach. You winced and pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to piece everything together. “He tried to tell me,” you mumbled. “I should’ve just listened.”

“You were sticking up for your friend.”

“I was mean and judgmental and just…awful. Did you hear me tonight? I said awful, awful things, Steve!” You tried to speak over the lump in your throat, squeezing your eyes shut again to stop any more tears from falling. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look him in the eye again.”

“He’ll understand (Y/N). He’ll forgive you in a second, really.”

“No, I never even want to see him again. I am never going to leave this apartment again and if I do, I will make sure you keep him busy and away from me,” you declared, poking Steve in the chest. 

“Well, that is the rational thing to do,” Steve said, accepting your head as you laid down in his lap.

“Yes, I think so too,” you said, wiping away your last tear and closing your eyes. You tried to think about anything other than Bucky as Steve ran his fingers through your hair, sending you to sleep.


The next morning, the sun was shining brightly through the open blinds and warming your skin. You were buried in blankets and piled on the couch next to Steve, your hands tucked into your stomach and your cheek nuzzled into his fragile chest. 

As carefully as you could, you slid out from under the covers and off the couch. Steve’s nose crinkled and he mumbled something completely unintelligible as he sleepily reached for your wrist.

“Go back to sleep, Steve-o. I’ll make some breakfast.”

He mumbled some more syllables before you started down the hall toward your room. You stood in front of your small closet with your hands on your hips, studying the week’s worth of dresses you had hanging there. Your eyes landed on your favorite dress, a light pink, knee length fabric with white trimming, which you pulled out and laid on your bed. Thinking the matching shoes would work well for the occasion, you reached into a shelf, your mind and eyes elsewhere, until you felt no white shoes, but just an empty place. Remembering, but not dwelling on where your favorite heels were, you reached for your other, brown, everyday shoes and slipped them on your feet. They looked nice with the pink, you told yourself. 

As you entered the kitchen, you glanced over your shoulder to see Steve still sleeping on the couch. You chuckled to yourself as you threw down some bread in the toaster and started warming water for instant coffee.

Your mind chugged along as you absently dished out the toast and mugged the caffeine. You didn’t notice Steve behind you when he said, “Strawberry or raspberry?”

You spun around, with your hand over your chest to see him holding out the jars of jam. You giggled at him, his hair messy and still wearing the clothes he was in last night when he came to pick you up for malts. “Raspberry.”

He handed you the jar as he closed the fridge and took a sip of coffee. “What’s the occasion?”

You hummed in question, your mouth full of toast and jam. 

“You’re wearing your favorite dress. Did you change your mind about never leaving the house again?” 

You breathed a laugh out your nose. “Yes, I did. I’m going to apologize to Bucky and I thought wearing this might make me feel a bit better,” you said with a wince.

“Want me to come with you?”

“No. I gotta do this one my own.” 

As soon as the words left your mouth, you heard a loud knock on the door. 

“Who’s that?” Steve asked. 

You shrugged and walked over to the door. Through the little window, you saw who was on the other side and with a sigh, you opened the door. “Morning, Maria.”

“Good morning.”

You glanced back at Steve, who was peeking his head out of the kitchen to get a good look at the front door. He was still chomping on his toast. 

Before Maria could say another word, you said, “I was actually just leaving, so,…”

“Oh. Okay. I just- I wanted to- but it’s fine, I can come back later.” You watched her shuffle around and struggle for words on the stoop. After everything that happened, you still felt bad for her. She looked so lost. 

“I have a minute before I have to go,” you said, looking at the clock on the little table by the door where you kept your keys. “Steve, we’ll be out on the steps, okay?’“

“Kay!” you heard him yell.

You joined Maria outside, closing the door behind you. You both leaned on opposite railings, making it feel like the entire country of Switzerland could fit between you. You uncomfortably crossed your ankles and folded your hands in front of you, waiting for her to say something.

Maria cleared her throat and smoothed her dress, a nervous habit of hers you were very aware of. It seemed like hours had passed before she spoke. “(Y/N), I am so sorry. About everything. Steve told me what happened, and I just feel awful.” She looked up at you with a deep frown and concerned brow.

You wrung your hands as your gaze fell to the concrete below your soles. Your chest was tight and squeezing. You knew you needed more from her before you could think about forgiving her.

“I wish you told me how you felt, but I know if I paid half as much attention to you as I did to myself I would have seen it.” 

You continued to stare at your hands in front of you until she reached out to take them in hers. “I’m sorry for being so selfish and so inconsiderate.” 

She let go of your hands to pick up a box she must have set on the ground before you stepped outside. It was bright blue and tied with a white ribbon. You listened to her voice break slightly and watched a tear fall down her cheek as she continued. “And I’m so sorry I ruined your favorite pair of shoes you were nice enough to let me borrow.” She handed you the box and stepped down to stand on the first stair, her head hung low. “I have been so lucky to know you and to have a friend like you and I hope someday I’ll be able to make it up to you.”

You watched her slowly descend the stairs, her heels clicking, curls bouncing, and dress swaying with every step. You pulled the bow out of the ribbon on the box and opened the top, your eyes widening and lungs sucking in a breath at what you saw.

Your eyes roamed over the pristine, white heels, brand new from the store on 5th Avenue, miles away from your little apartment in Brooklyn. “They’re beautiful,” you whispered to yourself.

“So are you, (Y/N),” Maria said from the bottom of the stairs before she turned up the street. 

You secured the lid on the top of the box and headed inside in a daze. But before you stepped inside the little apartment, you winked at Steve and called to Maria, “Wanna come in? We have toast.”

She turned around with a smile, though it wasn’t as bright as it usually was. You held the door open for her and as she passed you, she squeezed your wrist and thanked you.

“Don’t let Steve make it for you unless you like it burnt to a crisp.”

You heard Steve defend himself from inside, and you giggled until someone calling your name stopped you. You turned around and saw Bucky standing at the bottom of the steps. 

“Hi,” you said, flustered. You handed the shoes through the door to Maria and descended the stairs. 

“Hi,” he answered simply. You didn’t miss how his eyes took in your dress and it sent a shock right to your heart, making it thud wildly. “I wanted to explain a few things-”

“No need.” You nodded over your shoulder in the direction of your apartment door. Steve and Maria were not-so-gracefully eavesdropping on your conversation. “I think I got the whole story. But I wanted to apologize-”

“No need,” he copied with a smirk. “I think I also got the whole story.” He smiled over your shoulder at Steve. “Our friend has a big mouth.”

“Don’t I know it.” Neither of you knew how you reveled in each others’ laughs, his low and strong, yours easy and soft. 

When your giggling ended, there was a silence as Bucky worked up the courage to ask you what he had wanted to ask you since he first met Steve’s other best friend from Brooklyn. His large hand swiped through his hair, and you watched the brown waves wiggle and fall back exactly into place.

“(Y/N), uh,” his eyes fell to his feet and his tongue swiped over his lips as he struggled. “Would you liked to…” he sighed and his eyes lifted to meet yours. “Do you wanna go for a walk?” he said, gesturing down the street.  

“Sure. Let me just go grab my coat.” You gently touched his arm as you turned up the stairs and internally squealed at how his muscles felt under the skin of his long arm.

You leaned in the entrance and squeezed around your waiting friends to grab your coat off the hook behind the door. “We’re going for a walk,” you said very calmly. But when you made eye contact with Maria, all your serenity went out the door and your whispered a scream, your smile so wide it almost ripped your face in half. 

“Wait! Put these on!” Maria opened the shoe box and handed you the heels. You kicked off your brown shoes and slid on your new white heels that looked better than ever.

“Thank you, Maria,” you hugged her tight and then Steve who was rolling his eyes, before walking out the door and down the steps. You didn’t notice how Steve gave Bucky a thumbs up before he closed the front door.

At the bottom of the steps, Bucky reached his arm out for you to take and you both started down the street.

No matter how you worked to hide it, you were always a little jealous of how boys seemed to flock to Maria and her perfect dresses, perfect hair, and her pretty daintiness. But now, the only boy you wanted was holding you, running his fingers through your hair and complimenting your favorite dress. Now, you were so happy to be no one else but you.

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My Hero

We’ve Got A Fic For That Challenge by @whispersandwhiskerburn

“I’m no hero. I’m just a bad guy who gets paid to fuck up worse guys.” -Marvel, Deadpool

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Word Count: 1,768

Summary: The reader gets kidnapped and Dean has to babysit her until the ransom is paid.


Well, today definitely didn’t go as planned. 

You thought you’d get up, do some boring errands then go back home to grade papers.

Yet here you are being held fucking hostage. You have no clue why or who these people are. All you know is that one minute you’re putting groceries into your car and the next someone is pulling a bag over your head.

You have no concept of time but it feels like you’ve been here for hours. You’re thirsty, hungry and your hands are going numb from the handcuffs.

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The signs as horoscopes
  • Aries: the look on your face will be priceless when you find that 40 pound watermelon in your colon. trade toothbrushes with an albino dwarf and give a hickey to Meryl Streep
  • Taurus: you will never find true happiness - what you gonna do, cry about it? The stars predict tomorrow you'll wake up do a bunch of stuff and then go back to sleep
  • Gemini: your birthday party will be ruined once again by your explosive flatulence. your love life will run into trouble when your fiance hurls a javelin through your chest
  • Cancer: the position of Jupiter says that you should spend the rest of the week face down in the mud. try not to shove a roll of duct tape up your nose while taking your driver's test
  • Leo: now is not a good time to photocopy your butt and staple it to your boss' face. eat a bucket of tuna flavored pudding and wash it down with a gallon of strawberry quik
  • Virgo: all Virgos are extremely and intelligent except for you. expect a big surprise today when you wind up with your head impaled upon a stick
  • Libra: a big promotion is just around the corner for someone much more talented than you. laughter is the very best medicine, remember that when your appendix bursts next week
  • Scorpio: get ready for an unexpected trip when you fall screaming from an open window. work a little bit harder on improving your low self esteem, you stupid freak
  • Sagittarius: all your friends are laughing behind your back [K I L L T H E M]. take down all those naked pictures of Ernest Borgnine you've got hanging in your den
  • Capricorn: the stars say you're an exciting and wonderful person, but you know they're lying. if I were you I'd lock my doors and never never never leave my house again
  • Aquarius: there's travel in your future when your tongue freezes to the back of a speeding bus. fill that void in your pathetic life by playing whack-a-mole 17 hours a day
  • Pisces: try to avoid any Virgos or Leos with the Ebola virus. you are the true Lord of the Dance no matter what those idiots at work say

My lord every night I pray that one day ao3 creates a section at the end of every fic that says “people who liked this fic also liked:” and then lists fics with user kudos overlap.

On that day I’ll also never leave the house again but worth it

anonymous asked:

He looks SO happy to see them... wow.

If I ever met the boys and they made expressions like the ones they always make in stalker photos, I would feel an unbelievable amount of embarrassment and I would probably never leave my house again. Stalkers have zero self-awareness and are the most creepy, selfish, and uncaring people I’ve ever seen.