of a dream never realised and a time that never existed

AU MASTER LIST

So here is a bunch of AU’s that I’ve collected over…. a long time. Enjoy

Awkward Meetings

  • I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry
  • I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?
  • You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man
  • You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and im too shocked to respond to your apologies
  • You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre and why isn’t this working, you’re just choking harder now this is aweful
  • We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame
  • I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, im so sorry
  • You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.
  • I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat
  • You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????
  • You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that
  • You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist
  • This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and  you’re deathly afraid of flying. 
  • I got into a cab to find someone already inside
  • You thought I was your friend/sister
  • Holy shit, im in the wrong car.
  • I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.
  • It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR
  • You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and its my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…
  • I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear
  • This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?
  • We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because your terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.
  • You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?

Neighbour/Roomate

  • The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn
  • I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)
  • My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs
  • You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!
  • The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling
  • My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.
  • My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra 
  • You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.
  • You’re my neighbour and you are stealing my wifi to watch porn and can you not?
  • You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?
  • I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?
  • I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know its like the fourth time this week…
  • You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU
  • My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep
  • It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP
  • We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?

Pets

  • I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog. 
  • My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward. 
  • We are neighbours and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?
  • My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders
  • I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye
  • My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.
  • My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?
  • My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you cam home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar
  • Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog
  • You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet

Music

  • I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music
  • You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.
  • You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…
  • Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?
  • I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?

Supernatural

  • I’m a wizard and I just accidently apparated into your house. Oops.
  • I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.
  • I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt
  • You’re a greek god and I’m the roman counterpart. 
  • I’m a ghost and your alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck. 
  • You’re a faun and I’m a Satry
  • I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me? 
  • I’m a time traveller and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.
  • I’m a writer and your my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft? 
  • I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…
  • I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?
  • I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry
  • Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.
  • I’m a genie an d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?
  • I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you
  • You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.
  • We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but its not the same
  • I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and lets just say it doesn’t end well
  • I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.
  • You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk
  • Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything…. 
  • Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house
  • Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?

School/College

  • I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit
  • You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?
  • I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…
  • You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going
  • We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?
  • I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but your actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you
  • I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry
  • You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!
  • We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class
  • You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?
  • I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because Im so shitty at this
  • My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry
  • You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning 
  • We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years
  • Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments 
  • I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.
  • I usually talk to my friends through morse code in class but… apparently you know morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute
  • I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO

Near Death Experiences

  • Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.
  • You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner
  • Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island. 
  • I just took a super dangerous job and your trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money
  • It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralysed?
  • I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc) and decide to take me in.
  • I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count

Mistaken and Secret Identities

  • I’m  a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner
  • I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?
  • I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends
  • I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later
  • You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am defintely not… that dude. What was his name again?
  • You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain
  • I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour's…
  • I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face

Profession Based

  • Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?
  • I’m a private detective and your my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit
  • You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my  beliefs.
  • I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???
  • You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, I know its invasive seriously, sorry
  • You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?
  • You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.
  • You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders
  • I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake
  • We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.
  • I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.
  • I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’
  • It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?
  • You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.
  • You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

Winter Times

  • It’s snowing and I usually walk to work but that’s not happening, hey roomie, can you please drive me? Yes I know its 4am
  • I accidently gave all my winter clothes to charity over the summer and not its not so much summer, but I’m broke and hey… could you give me your old winter clothes… maybe?
  • I love the cold, but I promised to visit you for a good 4 months and wow, why did I do this? There isn’t snow here?
  • I don’t know you, but you just threw a snowball at my face, mate, its on.
  • I don’t know who the hell you are, but my roommate has someone over and It’s really cold outside…. Can I come in? Or like, have a blanket, or even a towel?

Old Friends

  • I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia
  • I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now. 
  • You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?

Fake Dating

  • I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date? 
  • I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?
  • We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you
  • My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.

Miscellaneous

  • I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?
  • My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little
  • We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, its on!
  • You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain 
  • We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?
  • Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this
  • I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward
  • I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me
  • I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly
  • We are trapped in a bank during a robbery
  • Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?
  • I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me
BTS’s reaction to you playing their song on the piano:

A/N: Here you are, sweetie ❤️ I really hope you enjoy it! Hopefully it’s as filled full of feels as you wanted~


Jin: Jin pricks his ears, and listens to the melodious chords fluttering to his ears. You haven’t played the piano in a while. It’s good to finally hear the dusty old instrument in use. He heads towards the sound, before a bout of realisation has him stopping at the door, where just inside he can see your curved figure leaning over the keys, sweeping the music along with your fingers. He knows this tune. It’s his tune - ‘Awake’.

And without any warning - no cracking or breaking, just out of the blue, like thunder in June - tears well up in his eyes, and shimmer to the brink of spilling over. Of all the songs you could have picked, you picked the one he needs to hear. He can still remember the emotions that tumbled through him when he first sang this song: the desperation he felt to keep up with his six brothers, the terror he recoiled from, a fear of falling behind. Yet, here he is, years later, still trembling and afraid, but trying hard to mask it – reduced to tears behind the living room door. Except… no. Things have changed. Back then, he didn’t have you – you, who keep his chin up, and his eyes fixed firmly on the clouds. You, who believe without an inkling of a doubt that he can go further, stretch farther, and climb higher than he ever realised. You, who everyday whisper to him, ‘Kim Seokjin, how luck am I to have you?’ Really, he should be the one asking you. After all, if it weren’t for you, he’d still be on the ground, tear-dampened gaze filtering to fickle mist-clouds he could never reach. Now, here he is, flying – soaring – because of you. Up past blue and into the star sprinkled black of space.

The tears are falling now, but they feel good – warm and wet like a spring shower. It’s been a while since he cried - properly, like this. He opens the door, and you turn in your seat to face him, and when he holds out his arms, you run to him, and burrow into his heat. While you rest your head in the crook between his shoulder and his neck, he sings the rest of the tune in low tones. “Maybe I can’t touch the sky, but I’ll stretch my arm.”

Originally posted by snowyjin


Yoongi: It has been a tough day for Min Yoongi. He’s been sat in the studio all afternoon, all evening, and well into the night, fiddling on his laptop, trying to get the latest track just right. When he closes his eyes, he can still see the square of light from his screen, burned in blue onto his retina. He arrives back at his house, completely drained of energy, only to be greeted by a gentle wave of music when he opens the door. And despite all the muscles in his face being past their stretching point, they still manage to push up into a smile when he hears you tinkling away on the piano, playing a song he produced (of course, nothing else would do for you), playing something he hasn’t heard in a while - ‘Tomorrow’.

You stop playing when you hear him enter the room, peeking over your shoulder at his tired face.

“Please continue,” he rasps.

Your brows tip up in concern, sensing how tired he is, but you return to your music without pressing him with a ‘how was your day?’. In a few steps he’s sitting down on your right-hand side, and his fingers fitting into the groves of the worn ivory keys, he unfolds a gentle harmony in the treble cleft.

You continue on, the both of you enraptured in the music, until Yoongi’s playing fades away, and as you turn to him, wondering why he’s stopped, his head lolls onto your shoulder. Smiling, you brush a few stray wisps of hair away from his face. “Tired?”

He nods into your shoulder, eyes closing as you pick up the tune again, slower and more lullaby-like.

“Rest all you want,” you tell him, “I’m not letting you go back to work, until I know you’ve fully recovered.” Then, as he slowly slips into sleep, you whisper the lyrics from ‘Tomorrow’ he needs to hear most: “Wherever you are right now, you’re just taking a break. Don’t give up… Don’t get too far away, tomorrow.”

Originally posted by sugagifs


Hoseok: Outside, the wind whisks up a torrent of leaves, clattering in shades of frozen amber against your window, but inside, cut off from the cold autumn storm, it glows with warmth, drenched in the heat of love and affection – mainly Hoseok’s love and affection, directed at you. As you sit at the piano, running through a soft re-imagining of ‘Autumn Leaves’, he watches in appreciation, head resting in his hands, breath snatched away at the way your fingers ghost across the keys, eyes half-closed, drowned in the melody.

As the final chords hang in the air, Hoseok rouses himself from the trance you have placed him in and begins clapping in appreciation – the sole audience member in this private concert. “Wow! Y/N, just… wow! That was… wow….” He tries to search for a word to aptly describe the feelings you have stirred in him, but nothing surfaces, so instead, he crosses the distance between you, and expresses himself with a gentle hand on your cheek and a breathy kiss that presses warmth into your lips.

When he pulls away, your fingers reach out, wanting him back – and, smiling, he obliges, balancing on the edge of the piano stool so he can be that extra bit closer to you.

With the first pitter-patters of rain starting up outside, Hoseok starts up another kind of storm with you – flurries of kisses dropping down onto your skin. As the leaves fall, you fall in love.

Originally posted by joeguk


Namjoon: Sometimes, Namjoon really doesn’t like himself. When it’s late in the evening, and the light’s fading, he really doesn’t like himself. When he’s wasted away the day, erasing work, rather than progressing, he really doesn’t like himself. When he can’t force a smile without cracking, he really doesn’t like himself.

But, at least he’s coming home to you. And he knows that, despite all the negativity that’s oozing through him like sewage water, you love him. Even in moments of doubt, like right now, when he arrives home, faded, and ghostly, and wondering if he’s likeable, he hears you wandering through chords on the piano, and he knows that you know. Because he recognises the song – ‘Reflection’. It’s your reminder that it’s okay – all of it.

He leans back against the door as the familiar notes hit him – spine pressing to the wood and head tilting back till he’s gazing up at the grey ceiling. There may be no words, but each jump of your fingers across the black and ivory keys speaks to him. He hears. He understands.

After a few moments, after a few deep breaths, he feels himself – his real self – float back into his body, and he’s ready to greet you. He steps forward, into the light of the music room, where you shift to glance at him out of the corner of your eyes. The music keeps on spinning out. He smiles at you, and you smile back, and that’s all it takes for Namjoon to like himself like you love him.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Jimin: “Forever we are young, amidst the scattering rain of flower petals I run, wandering through this maze.” Jimin can’t help but sing the last few lines of the familiar song while you rest upon the final chords on the piano.

Turning to him, eyes shining bright, you say, “Your singing still sounds as beautiful as it did when you first sang this song.”

Jimin heaves out a sigh. “That was a long time ago, wasn’t it?” His mind flickers back to those days, an eternity ago (try a few years, but they feel infinite), when you didn’t exist in his life. So many things have changed since then. He’s changed since then.

Sensing a shift in his mood, you reach out your hands to him, hoping for a hold on his uncertain frame, quivering on the edge of being lost to remembering. In answer to your silent plea, he steps closer and winds his arms around your shoulders. You ground him back in reality with your head resting on his chest.

“It wasn’t so long ago…” you murmur.

“Sure feels like it though.” Stifling thoughts begin clinging onto Jimin, realisations of how far on his life has progressed, how much closer he is to stepping off the cusp of youth… realisations that the lyrics of the song you played can’t be true. He won’t be young forever, and neither will you. It terrifies him.

You stretch your neck to gaze up at him. “We’re still young,” you assure him, “And even when we grow old, and get grey-haired and wrinkly, we’ll stay young – on the inside at least. All I need is you by my side, and I feel like I could stay vibrant and strong for the rest of my life.”

How is it that you always know what to say? Jimin swallows down his foul-tasting fears and kisses the top of your head. “Young forever, you and me.”

Originally posted by lonastic


Taehyung: As you drift through the dream-enhancing chords, sat over the piano, Taehyung stands on the other side of the door, enraptured and enwrapped by your playing. When the final notes peel away into a calm quiet, he opens the door to be greeted by your smile.

“Just One Day?” Taehyung asks, although he doesn’t need an answer from you – he recognises the melody like he recognises the freckles on your face.

“Did you like my arrangement of it?”

“Like it?” Taehyung flops down onto the nearby sofa, and motions for you to join him, “Like it? I adored it.”

“I adore you,” you counter, abandoning the piano stool to find a comfier spot with Taehyung, perched above him, legs straddling his waist. Your hair falls down around your shoulders and, as you lean towards Taehyung, it cuts off the rest of the world, encasing the two of you in your own existence.

Taehyung’s hands reach up to cup your face, and when you close your eyes to his touch, he stretches up to kiss your eyelids. In parting his lips from your skin, he murmurs, “I never really understood the lyrics of that song until I met you.”

“What? ‘Just One Day’?”

He nods, bumping his nose against yours in the process. “I never understood the desperate need to be with someone, even if it was only for one day. But then I saw you, and suddenly it made sense. I got the feeling that even if I could only be with you for one day, one hour, even one second, that would be enough for me. It’s like my purpose is to be with you.”

You felt the sting of tears as they jumped up behind your lids, but you refused to let them fall. “I suppose it’s a good thing we have more than one day then.”

Originally posted by mayfifolle


Jungkook: Poised on your doorstep, Jungkook takes a deep breath and steps forward to knock.

And pauses.

The last time he saw you, you had been in floods of tears, both of you shouting things you didn’t mean. Now he’s outside, wanting to apologise, to go back to how it used to be. But he’s scared. He’s terrified. And he can’t bring himself to make a move.

That is until he hears the strains of a piano playing, wafting through an open window. Those chords are familiar – ‘Love is not over’. On recognising the song, he slowly breaks down – like a lump of sugar dissolving in coffee, one second he’s solid and the next he’s disappearing, forgetting himself and slipping over into tears. He can’t bear to be apart from you any longer, and judging by your playing, neither can you. Not caring how much of a mess his face is, puffy and red, striped with tear-tracks, he knocks. And after a few seconds you answer. Your face is a mirror of his, just as cracked, just as damp.

“I’m sorry…” is all you can say before he pulls you into a tight hug that squeezes all the air out of you, and he’s murmuring in your ear, “Me too. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Just like that it’s okay again. With the two of you, things can never truly be finished – you can never truly be done with each other. Love will never be over, and so long as you’re breathing, you’ll be together.

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! I did not make the gifs !

TEH rewatch

ie bloody hell in hindsight it’s obvious what we’re seeing in this episode isn’t real

I’m rewatching TEH after S4, with the mindset that S3 and S4 are Sherlock’s coma dream after he jumped for real from Bart’s rooftop

And. Holy shit! It makes so much sense!

1) The weird “coffee cup to John’s eyes” transition. We knew that this was taken from @ivyblossom‘s “The Progress of Sherlock Holmes”. We failed to notice that the fanfic opens on Sherlock dreaming that John has cups for eyes.

2) In the same scene with Lestrade and Anderson, the way the reporters who tell us Sherlock’s name has been cleared are filmed is… fucky, to say the least. Glitchy. That’s weird

3) The “how sherlock survived theories” parodies. In all of them, Sherlock is awfully OOC. Why? Because Mofftiss were pointing out that Sherlock surviving the fall and not telling John is, in itself, OOC, because that would break John’s heart (which Sherlock knows since ASIB). Sherlock didn’t fake his death. SHERLOCK REALLY, ACTUALLY JUMPED, AND IS NOW IN A COMA BECAUSE OF HIS INJURIES.

4) Mycroft as one of Sherlock’s brain hemisphered gives… interesting insights into Sherlck’s psyche.

5) Sherlock just can’t stop thinking about John touching people’s genitals all day as a doctor – aka he’s jealous af of the women John had intimate contact with.

6) Sherlock never says why he didn’t tell John he was alive. Hint: that’s because he’s dreaming, and everyone who’s seen Inception knows that one way to tell whether you are dreaming or not is retracing your steps as to how you got where you are. If you can’t, that means you are either amnesiac, or dreaming.

7) The last restaurant Mary, John and Sherlock visit on the night of Sherlock’s return is suspicious: the lighting is blue. And there’s a useless blue screen on the far wall. Kinda reminds me of the glowing blue skull painting in s4.

8) Sherlock finds “How I did it”, a fake book allegedly written by Jack the Ripper. Hm. The episode itself keeps trying to explain how Sherlock did “it” (ie faked his death). The answer is right fucking there: he didn’t. He really jumped. He’s dreaming, and his subconscious is trying to get him to realise that.

9) LESTRADE: “Please, insult away!”. aka Lestrade taking as a compliment something that ought to be taken as an insult. That’s so reminiscent of his characterisation in TAB, in which we know Sherlock is dreaming/hallucinating, I’m crying laughing. We were so blind.

10) Dreamspeak.

11) The off-switch thing. That’s just plain unbelievable, because that means anyone could deactivate the bomb. It’s in the terrorists interest that only they can deactivate it. Hence, rather than a switch, a code would be more credible.

12) Sherlock’s mind-palace is blown out of proportion. Literally. Sherlock recreates a whole train station in his mind. That’s way different from the last time we saw him using it (THOB), where there was just text and images and sounds superposed to Sherlock’s hand movements in the real world. And every time the mind palace is used after that, it’s the same. Sherlock’s MP takes over Sherlock’s reality. So it should follow that the reality Sherlock is in, is his own mind.

13) Mary is dressed in red. And wearing earrings. Mary is a red herring (because she doesn’t exist and is the dream representation of one of Sherlock’s worst fears: John Watson marrying someone other than him – that’s literally her name: Mary Watson… Marry Watson.)

14) How come the little girl (again!) knows John is in the bonfire before it’s lit, but the crowd around her doesn’t. I mean… John can’t talk, or scream, or anything, so…. Is she a psychic? or something? (Eurus foreshadowing)

15) Sherlock’s parents. His dad doesn’t want to get a chain for his glasses…. because it’d be like Larry Grayson’s, a known gay celebrity? And Sherlock says that his parents’ being “ordinary” is a cross he has to bear… Hm. If that doesn’t spell homophobic parents I don’t know what does.

16) “Sometimes a deception is so audacious, you can’t see it even when it’s staring you in the face”. Sherlock says, with his own reflection on his computer screen. Now, that obviously refers to TJLC… but that could also refer to the fact that Mofftiss have been dropping hints that what we are seeing is not real left and right. And that gets even more obvious in the following episodes.

17) Science fiction heart-shaped bomb. No, really. That thing would look more at home on the USS Enterprise than in a more “realistic” show like BBC Sherlock.

18) An abandoned/never actually built train station… with the lights on. And live electricity. I’m skeptical.

19) Sherlock’s explanation of what happened in TRF makes no sense. Sherlock clearly did not know what was going to happen on Bart’s rooftop, and I think that TEH, the whole episode, was his brain trying to find an explanation as to how Sherlock was still alive after jumping, and ultimately deluding itself into thinking Sherlock had planned everything (false memories are an oddly common phenomenon). Which led to Sherlock feeling guilty for breaking John’s heart intentionally (although the guilt could also be a sign of his subconscious feeling guilty for almost dying and still causing John pain)

20) What’s more, in Sherlock’s retelling of TRF, John never figures out that Sherlock is still alive right after he jumps. But this directly contradicts TRF: the fact that the camera “rights itself” and that John gets back up after feeling for Sherlock’s pulse, compounded by the fact that medical personal immediately takes Sherlock inside the hospital, strongly indicates that John knew Sherlock was still alive, because he’d felt his pulse.

21) Sherlock’s parents, part 2 : His dad refuses to buy himself a chain for his glasses because then he’d be imitating a gay celebrity. Mycroft (ie a part of Sherlock’s brain) suffers going through something his parents enjoy but he hates, because he promised them. And Sherlock says there’s nothing he can do to help. “You don’t understand the pain of it, the horror”, Mycroft says through the phone. And Sherlock hangs up on him. Now, of course, this scene is supposed to be funny, because Mycroft is talking about going to a musical (we hear the music through the phone’s speakers) as though it’s torture, but, remember: on BBC Sherlock, the funny moments are always used to hide something. I read this as Sherlock having homophobic parents (you can look like a nice person and still be horribly homophobic). And I think Sherlock’s parents did something terrible that made Sherlock repress his sexuality. This is confirmed by things in the following episodes (TSOT and TFP come to mind, although it’s all shown through metaphors and Redbeard).

22) Sherlock voluntarily puts on his cap before facing the press  at the end of the episode. Exactly like in TLD.

23) The episode ends on Magnussen watching Sherlock save John from the bonfire, in what later turns out to be Magnussen’s MP. 1) Mind palaces do not work that way, you can’t recall something as visually precise as a video and 2) the episode that depicts Sherlock’s return to London ends on a scene that happens entirely in the mind of one character. What’s more, this character is a (creepy) Sherlock mirror.

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It’s a Buck Girl Thing (1/?)

Based loosely on ‘It’s a Boy Girl Thing’ (2006)


Summary: You (female reader) pine after Steve Rogers whilst Bucky is being a little shit. One night after an argument on the rooftop you wake up in each other’s bodies.


Pairing: Steve x Reader


Word count: 2.1k


A/N: Personally I’m loving the idea of having a crush on Steve but being in Bucky’s body - surely this will account for enough awkward moments between the two pals?


Warnings: Swearing. Bucky’s ‘D’


Originally posted by sebstian-stan


‘Does he have no shame? Look at him!’ You sighed as you stretched on the mat in the corner of the gym.


You were pining after a certain serum-enhanced blonde. There he was, wearing a tight white t-shirt, so tight in fact there was no point in wearing it whatsoever. You could see every tiny ripple of his muscles, even his bulging veins, growing only more prominent with every lift of the weights.


He had the decency of wearing sweatpants but they hung so low, accentuating the V-shape of his body. On top of this it looked like he wore no underwear underneath as there was no visible outline.


Okay, you were staring.

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anonymous asked:

I know you're a sasunaru shipper but in your opinion do you think Sakura or Hinata is the heroine? (or who would at least be better). Because I think Hinata has done more to help Naruto. Like, she risked her life twice for Naruto, helped him when Obito was messing with Nar's mind and he even said 'thanks to you who stayed by my side' (he's clearly stating that she was always by his side), he held her hand etc. I mean, what did Sakura ever do to be called the 'heroine' ? :)

No, I don’t think Hinata is a better heroine than Sakura. Hinata’s mere existence is there to serve a man. She has no backbone, she never won a fight, she never followed her dreams. In the end, she became a housewife who couldn’t care less about the everlasting slavery in her clan. Without Naruto, she can’t succeed. 

See, there are many different forms of strength a person can have. However, in a literary sense, if you want a character to appear strong, you have to develop them well. It’s about their function as a character in the story. So a character who isn’t necessarily a strong person can still be considered strong. A heroine should be naturally heroic, but not all heroines are heroic in the same way. A heroine needs good traits. She might not always show them, but if she comes across as a complete bitch, readers will most likely don’t see anything heroic in her.

It’s important to avoid making a heroine weak. She can’t turn into a doormat; she has to stand up for herself and think for herself. Obviously, neither Hinata nor Sakura fit the bill. Sakura has her own problems. She represents the “tough” girl that gets calmed down by her husband and becomes obedient. But if I had to choose, I’d go for Sakura because she isn’t as one-dimensional as Hinata, although her character development is inconsistent.

To be honest, it’s quite ignorant to say Hinata has done more to help Naruto. First of all, you are reducing her status as a heroine to a male character. This is not what a true heroine is about. All Hinata has achieved so far is connected to Naruto. She has no achievements or importance outside of Naruto. This certainly does not help her case. Sakura has achievements of her own that aren’t related to any guy.

Hinata chose to jump in and—as she said so herself—selfishly put herself in danger in order to express her feelings. Again, she was fully aware that she was going to die. She was fully aware that she was going to die in front of Naruto; yet, she didn’t care. She was fully aware that it was a prime opportunity to confess to Naruto without having to face a possible rejection since she would be dead. That’s not heroic; it’s cowardly and insane.

When was the second time? 

Do you mean this

Um, saying “It’s thanks to you who stayed by my side” is not the same as saying “You were always by my side.” That means he thanks her in the context of her actions right at that very moment. Nothing more, nothing less. Holding Naruto’s hand is not really… you know, heroic. 

What has Sakura done? For one, she’s a main character, something Hinata cannot say about herself. But to answer your question, besides being the only ninja without any special abilities and yet proving herself by practising incredible control over her chakra, inhuman strength, excellent medical skills, catching up with two of the strongest ninjas in the world, believing in her best friend Naruto’s ability to accomplish anything he puts his mind to, and being trained by the Fifth Hokage herself, nothing much.

After Naruto’s fight with Pain, Sakura is the one that hugs Naruto, not Hinata. Naruto doesn’t even think about Hinata’s well-being at this point. Or what about Sai telling Sakura that the things she does are out of love for Naruto? Or Yamato and Kakashi who both recognise that the two interact in quite intimate ways with each other? I realise my reply is turning into a shipping debate, welp.

Also, this. The hero saves the heroine, one of the most typical romantic tropes existing. The heroine is in a fix. She has tried everything. She doesn’t know what to do anymore. When all hope seems lost, the hero comes in at the last minute and helps the heroine, causing her to fall in love with him. 

Remember the time when Sakura jumped in to save Naruto? In comparison to Hinata’s attempt, Sakura’s was far more altruistic and heroic, for she didn’t put her feelings for Naruto above his safety. 

Though if we were to judge a heroine by how many times she helped Naruto, then we can all agree that the true heroine of the story is Sasuke, lol.

deal | pt. 3.5 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 2,405 (a short confused side chapter/continuation) 

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A penny for a thought

From the wild moor

Red and gold , the banner of the brave house is lazily singing in the wind.
The sun is setting.
The hustling world breathes out a relieved sigh and fireflies light up the darkening land.
Bonfires are cracking in the dull light and embers sparkle in the soft evening air.
Someone is humming the tune of the latest song and low guitar cords mingle into it.

Sitting down you stare into the fire.
Warmth engulfs you and for a moment in time you are immortal.

A penny for a thought?

A thought of adventure.
Aren’t there mountains to climb and seas to cross?
Aren’t there fights to fight and minds to blow?
Right now you could jump off a plane with a parachute strapped onto your back.
Can you feel it?
The feeling of your heart plunging into your stomach?
The sound of the wind that whips against your body?
Right now you could be walking through a thousand year old forest.
Can you hear it?
The cries of a monkey, calling out for his mate?
The ever existing rush of life in the jungle?

Does it not make you feel drowsy?

Knowing that all that is out there?
Knowing that you have the possibility to grasp immortality just by LIVING!

Does it not make you feel afraid?

Knowing that all that is out there?
Knowing that you are going against the world just by living?

——-

From glen

Blue and bronze, the colours of the wise house are clothing the sky at dawn.
The world awakes.
The darkness is leaving and makes space for the buzzing day.
The first birds are leaving their nests whilst chirping a greeting to the rising sun.
The sweet east-wind accompanies them and fills the air with promising fragrance.

Walking through the dew you look up into the clear sky. Your skin is still covered in goosebumps from the nightly cold but it wakes you up and clears your mind and
for a moment in time you are immortal.

A penny for a thought?

A thought of philosophy.
Aren’t there minds to fill with knowledge? Aren’t there books to read and worlds to discover?
Aren’t there paintings to finish and poems to recite?
Right now you could use your voice to bring ideas to life!
Can you see it?
A pirate, a knight, a fairy a friend.
You are raising your voice and life streams through the world. In a wirlwind you paint fight and reunions and first kisses and adventures.
You convey emotions and manipulate reality.
Can you feel it?
The power those words hold?
A sentence is enough to end a life. But a word can also let it begin.

Does it not make you feel excited?

Knowing that behind every cover is a new universe to discover?
Knowing that you are creator and destroyer of worlds?

Does it not make you feel scared?

Knowing that you are losing contact to your here and now?

——

From valley broad

Black and yellow, the banner of the steady house flutters on the wind.
The sun is standing high in the sky, leaving warmth and light in its wake.
The world is here and now. The day came swooping in and grasped your hand to run along. Life is pulsating through the arteries of the earth. The trees are groaning and the weeds are dancing. Bees and bears alike are heading out to follow nature’s call into the wild.

Laying in the grass you look up and shield your eyes from the sun, and for a moment you are immortal.

A penny for a thought?

A thought of perspective.
Aren’t we already sad enough?
Aren’t there little things to enjoy?
The perfect meal, prepared by a friend for a friend?
Watching animals work and realising that they are just as hardworking and down to earth as we are?
Tuning out the world to take care of yourself because you are worth to be looked after, and firstly by yourself?
Can you hear it?
The laughter or you and your friends because you understand the meaning and worth of your friendship?
Can you see it?
How that smile you gave to a stranger made their day because they thought they were hated by or for their own blood?

Does it not make you feel happy?

Knowing that your hardships will be honoured? Knowing that there is more to life than your success?

Does it not make you feel helpless?

Knowing that some people won’t understand the true feeling of joy?

——

From fen

Silver and green, the colours of the proud house adorn the nightly northern sky.
The moon and the stars are carefully watching over the sleeping world.
Silence has drowned out the never ending fuss of the day and finally thoughts are able to wander and sprout and bloom.
Only the wolfs howl in the night, their ancient song of hardship and pride. A tune that is as loud as thunder and trice as beautiful.

Walking through the darkness with only the moon as light you listen to the silent noise of secret life. And for a moment you feel immortal.

A penny for a thought.

A thought of freedom.

Aren’t there already enough heroes in this world?
Aren’t there other people that can be chess figures on a board?
Right now you could be running with wolves and dancing with snakes. You could be swimming against the current and tame the sharks in the water.
Right now you could be proving them wrong and yourself worthy.
Right now you could be reaching for the stars and leave your head in the clouds.
Can you feel it?
When the shackles of oppression fall apart?
When you can finally choose your own way?
The rain on your face, the wind in your hair as you run through the world and pursue your dreams?
Can you see it?
The future that you always wanted?
Painted in the colours of the milkyway, sparkling and bright and never fading.

Does it not make you feel giddy?

Knowing that you can go wherever you want to?
Knowing that you are your own person?

Does it not break your heart?

Knowing that the loneliness can be crushing?

——


A PENNY FOR A THOUGHT.

THERE ARE ALWAYS PRO AND CONS.
BUT BETTER REGRET DOING SOMETHING THAN REGRET NOT DOING SOMETHING.

THERE IS ALWAYS SOMEONE WHO WON’T APPROVE.
BUT BETTER ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS THAN ASKING FOR PERMISSION.

THE WORLD DOESN’T STOP FOR YOU.
IT WON’T CHANGE FOR YOU.
UNLESS YOU MAKE SURE OF IT WITH YOUR OWN DAMN HANDS.

PROLOGUE: YOU’LL NEVER WALK ALONE

Originally posted by narika-a

BTS X READER [GANG AU]

SERIES WARNINGS: violence, sexual references, swearing, angst, smut, drug, alcohol and other substance abuse

WORD COUNT: 1,330


JIMIN POV

I was just 18 years old when it happened, she was 14. We were scared, insignificant children who knew nothing of the true horrors of the world, god, I was so naive back then… I didn’t know what to do or how to respond. I remember sitting in her bright bedroom as I told her the news, her face was expressionless, like she didn’t believe me. Seeing her like that was more painful than the loss of our parents, and being the one to break it to her was even more agonising. That day was the hardest day of my life… I’ll never forget the sound of her cries that night as she wept herself to sleep. Within a matter of hours my smart-ass, annoying little sister had grown up into a vulnerable, frail young woman. I never intended to hurt her, I only wanted what was best for her.

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It’s a Buck Girl Thing (2/?)

Based loosely on ‘It’s a Boy Girl Thing’ (2006)


Summary: You (female reader) pine after Steve Rogers whilst Bucky is being a little shit. One night after an argument on the rooftop you wake up in each other’s bodies.


Pairing: Steve x Reader


Word count: 1.4k


Warnings: Sexual content and swearing


A/N: I need you help guys - I’m torn between giving you shorter but more frequent updates on this story and wanting to make it a sizeable piece for you to read when it’s posted - what would you prefer?


PART 1


Also: The gif is perfect.


Originally posted by mybuchanan


You thought you were doing pretty well – there wasn’t much time for talking during the run. What you did find quite surprising is with what ease you managed to work up a really fast pace – easily keeping up with the Cap. Obviously, the super soldier serum must have enhanced Bucky’s body to a stage where normal physical exercise was not challenging any more. Steve lead with an unbelievably fast run, clearly in aim of actually giving you both a good workout. By the time you were finished, you must have run a marathon in less than an hour. At this point you were quite out of breath and welcomed your arrival at the Tower.


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STING

SUMMARY - You break up with Bucky after a phone call from your bestie . But should you have trusted her?(idk , the summary’s is stupid)

WORDS- 2k

WARNING- Angst , cheating

A/N - Thank you so much Taw @supersoldierslover . You are the best .

MASTERLIST

One call from your best friend and everything around you went dark . Everything at your vicinity seemed to come to a sudden halt . You couldn’t trust your ears . But she was your best friend , why would she lie .

The door bell rang and you opened the door to reveal the face of your boyfriend . You stopped yourself from pouring out your feeling in the form of tears and curses . You couldn’t , you didn’t want to.

“Hey , where have you been?”, you asked with a heavy heart and a heavier tongue , the words barely making it out of your lips .

“Umm , just out . You know….” , he said shrugging , walking past you into your shared house . How you wanted to believe that it was truth . Your mind and heart fighting over the honesty bore in his words , but for the first time your mind was victorious . You couldn’t believe him .

“I missed you.” Your words came out in a whisper , tears glossing your eyes .

He hummed not turning around to look at you . You walked towards him and wrapped your hands around his torso and inhaled his scent . He melt into the soft kisses you placed on his neck and shoulders . He instantly turned around and grabbed you by your waist and kissed you .

Even now his lips just fit perfectly around yours , you couldn’t help but melt into it . Your hands on his shoulders for support because your knees sure as hell gave out when his kisses trailed down your neck . You moaned . You hated it .

“You did miss me huh.” He removed his shirt while you removed yours . Completely bare in front of each other like the many times before, but for the very first time you felt naked . You felt his gaze disgusting . You wanted him not go through this out of guilt . You wanted him to confess his wrong doings , but he didn’t . He lusted over your body .He lifted you by your thighs and took you into the bedroom dropping you at the middle of it.

It wasn’t the first time that you had sex at the middle of the day but it was surely the last time . He pushed into you and you moaned at his length as your walls tightened around him eliciting a moan from him too. He was a man who got pleasure out of others pleasure . Hearing your moans and looking at your blissful face brought him close to his release . But today you turned around on all fours , hiding your face from him . He thrust into you harder and deeper , grazing at your pleasure spot , evoking deep moans from you . You put your hand on his hip and tried to push him harder. He pulled you against his chest and thrust into you wildly. Whispering confessions of love in your ear, which was now deaf to his sweet talk.

Your release soon came which brought about his as he filled you up . You both collapsed on the bed and he soon fell asleep , exhausted . But you couldn’t . You sat there with your knees to your chest ,not a single tear coming out , your eyes dry and your heart cold with no feeling , your mind blank. You wanted to be angry . You wanted to scream, slap him, scream at him, ask him why he did this to you , but you knew the answer would only hurt you more.

You did this because you wanted to feel and touch him one last time . But his kissed sting your skin and his I love you’s sting your heart . You walked over to the bathroom and freshened up , wearing a fresh pair of clothes .  You wanted to get away . You quietly packed your clothes , not wanting to wake him up and create a drama . You picked what you could , and walked out of the door  , but not before leaving a note.

Dear Bucky ,

I should have known that this would never work . But I didn’t want it to end like this . Do not contact me and do not even try to find out where I live.

-          Y/N .  

 

You went to meet up with your best friend in a coffee shop .

“See , I told you this would happen Y/N . I never thought he could stay loyal.”
You just nodded at her remarks , you wanted to forget about and not talk about it but she just couldn’t take a clue.

“But I am glad you broke it off with him . You deserve much more than that cheating asshole.”

At this you got up and said your goodbye to her. You went to your brothers apartment and started living with him .

Bucky did call you . He sent you a million texts before you blocked him . But he didn’t stop there. No. He came banging on your brothers door after a week .

“Please , tell him I am not here .”, your told your brother  .

He said what you told him to tell. But Bucky didn’t believe it but he still went away . It was the same thing the next 3 times . He would come around and your brother would tell that you weren’t home .

You thought about the days you just laid in his embrace, your heart swelling at his warmth and tender touches . You thought about the days his name was the only world that came out of your mouth in bliss. You thought about the days where he held your shaking body and sat through your nightmares calming you . You thought about how you did the same for him . There was so much love between the two of you and not once did you have any doubts. You would be lying if you said  you hadn’t thought about a future with him. But as soon as your friend called you with the news that she saw Bucky kissing another girl , and that she saw him come out of her house, all your fucking dreams about having a future with him was shattered .

You cried for days thinking about where you went wrong , what you did that made him seek pleasure from someone else’s body , seek happiness in someone else. Why weren’t you enough?

But in 2 months ,you came to understand that this wasn’t your fault . Bucky cheating doesn’t have anything to do with you but everything to do with him  . You couldn’t blame yourself . You found a job far away from the first one where you were sure to run into Bucky .

But as Bucky’s visits decreased and messages he sent though his friends phone decreased so did your best friends’s. But you didn’t give it much thought . Maybe she too moved on and got busy with life .6 months and you were honestly happy . Not the happiest you have ever been but still happy  . Colours seeped back into your life, you felt alive, not pulled down by the weight of betrayal .

Your new job was everything you had ever wanted . But you were being transferred to the branch where your old job  was at . If you had gotten it 6 months ago you would have declined it in fear of running into Bucky but right now you were more  than okay . You have gotten over him and nothing about the aspect of his existence hurts you anymore.

You got into an apartment nearby and settled in. It was your first day there and you decided you needed coffee to get through the hectic first day  .

As soon as you entered the cafe you were met with a familiar face , your best friend(maybe former) Sabrina .

“Hey , Om my god . Long time no see.” You say as she turned around holding two coffees .

“Y/N? Hi…I..What are you doing here?” She said looking a little worried. She didn’t really seem happy at meeting you .

“Oh , I got a job here . So..And you?” You asked but before she could answer you heard another familiar voice .

“Hey babe. Sorry , I slept in.” He walked from behind you and kissed Sabrina’s forehead taking a coffee from her hand .

When he turned around you were met with the blue orbs that you once called home . The blue eyes that once gave you comfort, the blue eyes that you fell in love with the first day you met him .

And the very blue eyes had love for someone else now. And not just anyone , but your best fr..sorry , your ex-best friend Sabrina .

His face too seemed to dull down as his eyes met yours .  You couldn’t believe what was going on .  You couldn’t understand what was going on .

“Are you two…?” the words came out with you even realising .

“Yeah , ummmm after you broke up with me ,3 months later . She was there for me . She cared for me .” Bucky answered with his head low.

“What???” , you asked in disbelief . She was with him?? Your best friend consoled your cheating boy friend .

Before you could ask Bucky about it , Sabrina was pulling you along with her out of the cafe .

“What the fuck!!!????” , you screamed pulling your hand harshly from yours .

“Y/N. Calm down.”, she said in a low tone . “People are watching , don’t make a scene.”

“I don’t care . You knew he cheated on me and still you went out with him? I thought you were my best friend . He could do this to you too.”  You were furious that she would make such an idiotic decision . But she still chose him over you . She chose a 6 month acquaintance over a 4 year friendship .

“He didn’t cheat on you .” , her voice came out in a mere whisper.

“What?”, you couldn’t digest what she was telling you .”But you were the one that called me and told me that he did.” You said in a high voice . A few people turned their heads but you couldn’t care less.

“Yeah , I lied. I liked him , I loved him .I loved him more than you ever could.  But you were with him . So…” before she could finish the sentence you slapped her right across the cheek , tears rolling down your face .

“How could you….” Bucky pushed you by your shoulder even before you could finish your sentence . He bent down to assess the slap mark on Sabrina’s face .  The girl who lied about him cheating so that she could have him for herself .

Bucky looked up at you , anger etched in his face .

“Go away . You have no right to hurt her.” You shrank at the disgust in his voice . He detested you and it made you even sadder . It wasn’t  your mistake , so you stood there , glued to the ground .

“Go away!!!” Bucky screamed at you and your body involuntarily jerked backward at the harshness of his words. He wrapped his hands around her shoulder .

“I hope you are happy with what you have done. ” You say to Sabrina turning around to your office .

All day you could only think about the betrayal .  What hurt the most was not thinking that Bucky cheated on you but the fact that your own best friend betrayed you . It stung like hell.

But then again you weren’t a heartless bitch like her , and you still wanted her to be happy after everything she has done to you.

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Wednesdays In July

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 2366

Pairing: SamxSister!Reader (incest)

Summary: For most of his life, Sam had struggled with his feelings for his little sister. Little does he know, you aren’t as innocent and sweet as he thinks you are.

Kinks (send in kinks you’d like to see): Exhibitionism/public play

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Ghost Girl ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Jack Maynard X Conor Maynard X Joe Sugg

Word count: 1425

Summary: “She’s just a picture of your mind Jack, just a ghost girl.”

Requested: Nada, my own idea

Not my gif


Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers


First sighting…

Jack was stood outside Tesco waiting for Conor when he saw her.

She was stood leaning against the wall on the other side of the road, dressed in ripped jeans, white t-shirt with rips in and a leather jacket covering her to stop the wind. Her hair was in a ponytail, bright red lipstick coated her lips screaming for attention. 

It was like she could his eyes burning into her, her head snapped up and Jack felt all of his breath leave his body. 

She was breath taking.

Jack stood in shock of her beauty, the way her eyes shone bright, the small cute button nose and the smirk, the god damn smirk playing on her lips. Jack soon snapped out of it when she winked towards him, giving a little finger way before a bus stopped in between the two.

Jack tried looking through the windows of the bus, seeing if he could still spot her but he had no luck. While he was looking for her, Conor stepped out of the shop and watched as his brother nearly broke his neck searching for something in a bus.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Conor blurted out as the bus drove away, leaving an empty space.

Most importantly leaving an empty wall.

Jack stood disappointed before shaking his head towards Conor, “There was this girl leaning on the wall, she was breath taking bro.”

Conor laughed, rolling his eyes. “All I see is a wall, come on dickhead I think you need some rest. You’re imaging things.”

Maybe. Maybe not.  Jack thought as he realised he was tired and it could be his mind playing tricks on him. 

No one is that beautiful.

Second sighting…

This time Jack was in the club with Joe when he saw her.

He was sat at the bar laughing with Joe when she walked past him, his head snapped in the direction she was walking. A black tight dress hugged her curvy dancing body, black long stiletto’s moving with the sound of the beat, her long straight hair waving down her back like sound waves.

He was so memorised with her beauty again, the rest of the world stopped moving. No sounds. No movement. Only her.

He was in a state of awe when she turned around making direct eye contact with him, like she knew it was him. Her eyes light up like she seen the best thing all night, a large smirk grew across her face like she was pitching a plan together. 

Jack knew he had to speak to her, just to hear her voice once. However, it was like she read his mind and give him another wink and finger wave before disappearing into the dancing bodies.

“Jack!” Somebody shouted into the blue eyed boy’s ear, snapping him out of his dream land state. 

Turning his head, he faced a worried Joe, titling his head in confusion. The older boy sighed and looked more worried, “Is everything okay? You have been staring at nothing for the pass ten minutes?”

Nothing? Ten minutes?

That’s crazy Jack thought. It had only been a couple of seconds in his mind and he was not staring at nothing. He was staring at her, not nothing.

“Mate, you didn’t see that girl I was staring at?” Jack questioned, his eyes wondering back into the crowd trying to find her.

Joe looked at the boy with unreadable expression on his face, “There was no girl Jack.”

“No. There was, she was wearing a black dress, she was looking at me and waved.” Jack explained still looking for her to prove to Joe.

“Jack.” Joe sighed, making the younger boy look at him. “There was no girl there. I followed your eye sight. You were staring at the wall.” Joe pointed to the very wall he saw Jack looking at.

“Joe. I’m serious there was this girl.” Jack tried to reason but the look on Joe’s face told him he was crazy.

“I think someone spiked your drinking. I’m taking you home.” Joe grabbed Jack’s elbow pulling him out the club and Jack let him because he honestly thought he was crazy.

Third sighting…

This time he was with both Conor and Joe in the park playing football, when he saw her.

She was walking with another girl, she was dressed in shorts and a crop top with a flannel hanged loosely of her body. She was laughing and Jack could just about hear the angelic sound. 

They were walking closer to them and Jack was getting excited, he could prove to his brother and best friend that he wasn’t crazy and she wasn’t some type of ghost girl. 

“Oh my fuck.” She laughed loudly, causing butterflies to fight in Jack’s stomach.

I could hear that every day. Jack thought, a smile growing on his lips just thinking about it.

Jack too busy being a daze, didn’t hear the shouts of his brother and best friend and a ball went smack into his head. “Fuck!” 

Jack had fallen to the floor with the force of the hit and was laid on the grass groaning in pain. His head was facing side way’s trying not to put pressure on his head when he saw her looking at him in concern. 

He watched as a frown grew on her face and god did he never want to see that. He watched as she tried to walk towards him but her friend pulled her back to stop her, instead of walking over. She opened her mouth ready to saw something but Conor and Joe had dived in front of Jack from seeing it.

“Jack. Jack! Look at me! Are you okay? Oh my God I am so sorry.” Conor rambled but stopped when Jack uttered something.

“Behind you.”

Conor and Joe both turned their heads back to see nothing but trees and grass. “Jack there is nothing there.” Joe commented looking back towards the boy on the floor.

“She was there.” Jack whispered sitting up with the help from the boys.

Conor and Joe shared glances, knowing he was talking about a girl that didn’t existed. “Jack she’s not real.”

“She is.”

Joe sighed quickly stepping in before a Maynard fight happened. “Jack, there is no girl. “She’s just a picture of your mind Jack, just a ghost girl.”

Jack went to protest but Conor had snapped at him to shut up and let them take him home where he could get some tablets for his red bumpy face. 


After the park incident, Jack saw her a lot more times in the past three months. The boys still called her ghost girl because they never saw her, even after Jack had described her in full detail. From the outfit she was wearing, the makeup she had on, her hair and he could memorise her face from heart.

To him, she was someone he had fallen for,

To his friend’s, she was ghost girl.

The final sighting…

Jack was with the both his brother and best friend again; they were all laughing walking down the street when someone ran straight into Jack.

Both of them fell onto the floor by the impacted of her running and Jack’s strong frame. Jack was the first one up, sticking his hand out to the person he ran into and still trying to shake off the pain.

He hadn’t seen the person he ran into.

“Oh my fuck. I am so so sorry. I was running and I didn’t see you.” The person rambled, a girl’s voice rambled in fact.

Jack chuckled lifting his head up to look at the girl when he felt his whole world freeze. 

There stood in front of him was ghost girl.

“It’s you.” He uttered totally forgetting about Conor and Joe who had stopped walking and was staring at the two funny.

The girl looked up at him and uttered the same thing, “It’s you.”

“Ghost girl.” 

“Lover boy.”

They stared at each other in shock before large smiles grew on their faces.

She spoke first and Jack thought he was in love. “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Jack.” He smiled, bring her into a hug. Which she gladly returned. 

However, their hug was interrupted by Conor, “Who’s this Jack?”

Jack smiled pulling away, his arm resting over her shoulder as she leaned into the boy, she had crushed hard on since she saw. She smiled at the two boys in front of her as Jack spoke.

“Conor, Joe. Meet Y/N. Ghost girl.

Strings II

Summary: The Red String of Fate exists, and like only someone people in the world, you have the rare ability to see them- to change them.

Genre: Soulmates!Jungkook + angst but not angst at all + fluff

Word count: 14.6k

A/N : Surprise!!! I am back! After months of procrastinating here is the long awaited part II! Thank you for all the praise for part I and I hope you guys like the sequel just as much. It’s not edited properly and there might still be mistakes but I really just wanna get this out! Comments and criticism are very much appreciated. :)) 

Part I 


For the first time since you’d found out that you could see strings, breathing felt easy. 

You felt like you were floating, grasping onto the air with your fingertips, flapping your arms as if wings had been stitched onto the flesh like seams to keep you airborne and for fleeting moments, you embraced the sensation of liberation

You couldn’t deny the way your cheeks ached in a way that was anything but unpleasant and your hair in those brisk moments spiralled behind you in its frenzy of locks and screaming with sovereignty.

Despite the ruins you were the cause of, despite the flames you’d set alight and left unattended, despite all things destruction that you were the cause of- oddly, you’d never felt so free.

You’d never felt so close to the air.

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I’m Here Now (Tony X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Tony X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of car crash, death, injury

Request: Can I request a tony x daughter? He doesn’t know about her yet. She’s about 14/15 years old. Her and her mom got into a bad accident. The mom dies and reader needs a blood transfusion so when the drs test her they match her to Stark. He gets the call and rushes over. Realizing he’s a dad to a teenage girl now he has the team ready a room and he welcomes her into his heart and makes her feel extra special since she lost her mom.


Originally posted by robertdowneyjrfanfacts

The Avengers were having a casual night. Tony had left to answer a call, and they carried on with their steady talk, till Tony came rushing back in. “Tony, what’s wrong?” Natasha asked. He was pale.

“T-There’s…. The hospital called, something about a car accident, and… apparently I have a daughter.” Tony admitted. The team looked at each other, before looking back at him in shock. “Oh god I have a daughter… I need to go.” He announced, before rushing to leave, the team following him closely behind.

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Scott McCall - You shouldn’t be alone right now

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


You laid down at your bed, listening to your favourite song. A knock on the door made you look up. You got up and paused your music.

‘Come in!’ you yelled, looking at your watch. It was 5 pm, so dinner wasn’t ready. Stiles popped his head in your room.

‘Hi sis, Scott asked if I wanted to come over, you know, watching a movie. And probably sleeping there as well. Is that okay with you?’

You bit your lip. You had serious night terrors, especially since Theo had almost killed you. Just like your brother, you were a member of Scott’s pack. Only, where Stiles was 100% human, you were a werewolf, bitten when the alpha pack was in town. Before that, you had no idea about the existence of werewolves. You did remember how left out you felt. You had always been close to your brother Stiles, and because of that, also with Scott (no one knew you also had a major crush on him, not even Stiles, even though you told each other everything). When Scott turned in a werewolf, he and Stiles hanged less with you, to the point you were barely talking. In that way, being bitten was a good thing. It made you and your brother close again. You hadn’t really seen a down side. You liked being strong, being able to defend yourself. That was until Theo came along. First you really liked him. He made you forget your crush on Scott. The two of you even dated. So, after he tried to kill you, you had a lot of nightmares.  Stiles was the only one you’d told about it. And even though it had been a while since your last nightmare, you weren’t too thrilled about Stiles leaving, especially since your father wasn’t coming home tonight. But you were glad Stiles and Scott were doing something, and you didn’t wanna blow it, so you nodded. ‘Yeah, sure. Have fun.’ You forced a smile, and Stiles frowned.

‘what do you mean “have fun”?’ he asked.

‘euhm, exactly what I say?’ you answered, but it sounded like a question.

‘Did you really think I’d let you alone? You’re coming with me. Scott has already prepared the extra bedroom for you.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Sometimes I’m a good brother, you know.’

You smiled, and hugged him. ‘you’re the best big brother in the world. All the time.’ You kissed his cheek, and he smiled.

‘Just grab your pyjamas, and meet me downstairs.’

You grabbed the first shirt you was, and some sweatpants. You ran down the stairs, putting on your leather jacket on your way down.

Stiles grinned. ‘you look exited.’

‘I am. It’s been a while since the last time we did something like this, just for fun.’

Stiles’ grin widened, and there was an exited sparkle in his eyes. ‘Than let’s go and have some fun.’

You yawned. Melissa had a late shift in the hospital, so the three of you had watched four movies in a row while basically eating everything eatable in the house. You weren’t the only one getting tired, considering Scott and Stiles started yawning an hour ago. They didn’t want to admit they were tired though, because you hadn’t yawn. As soon as you did, Scott paused the movie

‘thank god, I thought you’d never get tired.’ Stiles breathed, while getting up. Scott offered you his hand and pulled you up, holding on to it a little longer than necessary. When you looked up to see his face, he turned his head towards Stiles. The three of you went upstairs, and as soon as you wished each other goodnight and closed the door of the guestroom, you breathed in deeply.  You changed in your pyjamas and laid down. As soon as you closed your eyes, you fell asleep.

You were in the library, looking at a book Mason had told you to read. Theo popped his head around the corner of the bookshelves.

‘Good book?’ he asked, nodding towards the book in your hands.

‘ don’t know, I haven’t read it yet.’ You answered, closing your eyes as he pressed his lips against your forehead.

‘Are you going to?’ he knew you loved books, so the answer was kinda obvious.

‘I guess, Mason said it’s good.’ You shrugged.

‘Anyways, how are you sweets?’ You rolled your eyes, and he smiled, knowing that you liked him having a nickname for you, even though you’d never admit it.

‘I’m fine, just wishing that I’d have more time to study. With all the stuff going on with the dread doctors, I haven’t got any time to catch up on schoolwork yet.’ You frowned at the thought of the growing pile of homework.

Theo grinned. ‘And yet, every free moment you do have, you spend here, either looking at books, or reading books.’ You smiled sheepishly, and he put his arm around your waist.

‘I’m not complaining. This way I get to see you without the… stressful vibe.’ He softly pressed his lips against your temple, and you grinned. The last people left the library, so the two of you were alone. He let go of your waist and frowned.

‘what’s wrong?’ you asked, stepping forward to put your hand against his cheek. He grabbed your hand an pressed a kiss on your palm, before letting go.

‘You have to understand that I really like you, and that I really don’t want to do this.’ he shot you a look full of pity, before flicking out his claws.

As he stepped forward, you stepped back. You didn’t ask what he was doing, because you knew. Stiles had been right all along. You just thought he was being the overprotective brother he was. You ignored the question in his glowing blue eyes when you didn’t flick out your claws. Even though he turned out to be bad, you still knew you couldn’t hurt him. Your relationship turned out to be fake, but you knew the feelings you had for him were everything but fake. As he did another step towards you, you finally realised what was going on. you jumped back, finally flicking out your claws. You showed your fangs as you backed away slowly. He didn’t seem to doubt as he walked up to you firmly. His hand went for your throat, and you screamed when his claws cut through your skin when he lifted you up. A grin spread across his face as you continued screaming. You couldn’t breathe, and you almost passed out from the pain. Suddenly Theo’s grin disappeared, and you saw Scott’s worried face. He pressed your shoulders to the bed, while whispering: ‘y/n! wake up! It’s just a dream. You’re alright, just wake up.’  When your eyes opened he sighed of relief.

‘Sorry, I’m sorry.’ You kept saying as you started crying.

‘Hey, don’t cry, you’re alright.’ He sat next to you and pulled you against his chest, rubbing your back, whispering comforting things. You breathed in deeply and whipped your eyes.

‘Where’s Stiles?’ was the first thing you asked.

‘Lydia called, there was some sort of problem. Stiles went to her house, but he didn’t want to leave you alone, so I said I’d stay.’ His brown puppy eyes were filled with concern, his crooked jaw tense.

‘Thanks, I’m fine.’ You said automatically. ‘You can go back to bed. Sorry I woke you up.’

He shook his head.  ‘You’re not fine, and I’m not going back to bed. You shouldn’t be alone right now.” You nodded grateful, and he looked at you while he bit his lip.

You rolled your eyes. ‘C’mon Scott, just ask what you wanna ask.’

He doubted a second. ‘Do you maybe want to… talk about what happened? I mean, what did you dream about?’

You decided it was time to finally talk to someone, and, except for Stiles, there was no one you trusted more than Scott. So you told him the whole dream. His eyes went wide in shock. You’d vaguely told the others Theo had attacked you, but you’d never go in detail. You even showed him the scars in your neck, which had never faded, even though you had healed within minutes.

When you finished, he looked at you in disbelieve. ‘And all this time, you’ve never talked about this with anyone?’

You shrugged. ‘I told Stiles. That was enough.’

‘and do you have nightmares like this one more often?’ the concern hadn’t left his eyes yet.

You shrugged again. ‘Yeah, I used to have them every night, but no only about once a week.’

He shook his head again. ‘I can’t believe you had to deal with this alone, except for Stiles, for all this time.’ He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, what made your heart pound. He cocked his head, and you realised he was listening to your heartbeat. You groaned quietly as he frowned. It took a moment before he put the pieces together, and his eyes widened. ‘oh.’ Was all he said.

‘yeah, I know, and I’m sorry, I…’ before you could continue, Scott pressed his lips against yours, shutting you up. After a few minutes of kissing, he grinned. ‘you have no idea how long I wanted to do that.’

You smirked back at him. ‘well, who am I to keep you away from it.’ And with those words, you leaned in to kiss him again. And even though you knew Stiles would be so mad, you also knew it’d all work out.

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Taken

Warnings - torture, swearing, angst, father!tony, fighting.

The blonde was walking beneath the Eiffel Tower, her hair down to her shoulders in simple waves, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight as the tower above her shined beautifully, the warm breeze dancing over her skin.

Paris was a place where dreams came true, where true love blossomed, that wasn’t true in her parent’s case but she tried her hardest to forget about that. Who would have ever guessed that Tony Stark had a daughter? And a stunning one at that. Victoria Elizabeth Stark was one of the few people Tony Stark could happily say he was proud of, but she was the only girl who ruled his life, since the day she was delivered to his doorstep as a baby he was wrapped around her little finger.

Paris was a place where people should be smiling, having the time of their lives, but as Victoria walked down the street, only a concerned frown remained on her perfectly sculptured features as she held her phone tight against her ear, “Do you need me to come back, dad? I really don’t mind,” nobody knew Victoria even existed, only Tony and Rhodey had the honour of knowing the stunning blonde. It had been that way after Stane, Tony had sent her away to guarantee her safety, but the truth was she had gotten a job as a fashion designer and was leaving anyway, so it was easier to make it look like she never existed.

Tony gripped the bridge of his nose between his fingers, the stress obviously getting to him, “No, don’t worry about me, I just wanted to hear a friendly voice,” he told her softly, the hum of cars filling the background so there was never silence between them.

He wished he could tell someone about Victoria, anyone beside Rhodey because he already knew all about her and her story. All he wanted was to gush about her, tell someone about how bright she was, how amazing she was at drawing and her endless talents.

A sigh sounded from the other end of the line, “Do you want my advice, Dad?” her sweet voice asked, the man hummed in response, “I can tell how much this is hurting you, Steve is or was your friend and you feel betrayed by what happened and rightfully so, but the team and the world need you, if you want my advice then listen to this,” she paused, stopping in the middle of the pavement on the way back to her apartment, “Help Bucky get better, it’s clear that he needs it and you know what happened to grandma and grandpa wasn’t his fault, do that and you’ll have your team back, okay? Call him, do it for yourself, you know I’m right,” Victoria spoke, her voice calm and tender as she spoke to him, there were moments where she wished she was in New York with her father, and she hoped that maybe one day her work would take her there and they’d be able to reunite and he would introduce her to the team he spoke so highly about.

It was all a dream though, she knew that exposing her existence would put a target on her back and Tony wanted her live as normal a life as possible.

“You want me to do this, don’t you? Help them I mean,” whenever he had a problem his first place to turn was Victoria, not only because she was his daughter, but also because she was the wisest person he knew, she always knew right from wrong even as a child, and possessed the kindest soul he had ever witnessed.

Victoria pushed through the glass doors of her building, waving at Lewis behind the desk with a warm smile as she entered the elevator, “I want you to do this for you, Dad, Reach out, you won’t regret it, I promise you,” the lights of her apartment flicked on once they sensed her presence. Victoria shut the door behind her and kicked her shoes off by the front door, the patter of her feet echoing across the lavish suite as she glided across it, fetching a bottle of water from the fridge before sitting down, “What would you do if something happened to me and you needed help but weren’t speaking to Steve? I can tell that you miss him, but please think of the bigger picture here, okay?”

She knew that t playing with his emotions was risky, but she also knew that he would never risk her health over a fight, she could picture his lips turning into a thin line and his eyes closing as he thought, “Alright, I’ll call him now, get to bed okay? I don’t want you to be tired. I love you.”

Victoria smiled fondly as she twisted the cap of her bottle open, her phone balanced on her shoulder, “I love you too, Dad. I’ll call you in a couple days,” she enthused before hanging up, enjoying the serene silence her apartment gifted her.

The view was amazing, there was a whole wall of glass, allowing Victoria to look out at the beautiful city she was able to call home. When she moved to Paris the company she worked for had given her the apartment, situated just across from the Eiffel Tower in the penthouse suite. The moment she had stepped off the private jet she had fallen in love with the capitol, the mere thought of it had always brought butterflies to her stomach, but living there in reality was much better.

It was ironic. It was ironic how in that moment she felt content and happy with where she was, how she felt safe within the walls with a beautiful monument keeping an eye on her. It was ironic how even though she felt safe, she was actually far from it, and she wouldn’t realise the danger she was in until she turned around.

There wasn’t much that could make Tony Stark nervous or agitated, he had called Steve and he had brought Bucky to the tower, they had all apologised for the events of Civil War, and they were working on removing the trigger words from Bucky’s memory. Everything started out great, but Steve was slowly noticing a change in Tony’s behaviour, how he seemed more upset with each passing day, noting how he started longingly at his phone and snapped at the smallest of things; most of all how he had large bags under his eyes and sat planted by his computer for most of the day and night. Steve wasn’t the only one to notice the changed, Natasha and Wanda had also noticed it, and Rhodey had attempted to ask what the problem was only to be silenced quickly. It was effecting the entire team, Tony’s behaviour made Bucky feel on edge, and it made Natasha feel strangely nervous.

The truth was that he was worried, Victoria hadn’t called when she said she would which was very unlike her, she never broke her word. That’s what led Tony to believe that something had happened to her, and when he called her work and they said she hadn’t turned up for the past two weeks, he was certain of it. It was an early morning, he hadn’t slept, still attempting to locate his daughter; he was deep in thought as he walked through the Avengers lounge in the tower only to be called back by Steve, turning around to see the whole team sat on the sofas looking at him warily, “Tony, what’s going on? There’s something up, we all know it, let us help you,” Tony thought back to the last conversation he had with his daughter and realised that she was right, if anything were to happen to her he would want Steve and the rest of the team by his side, and he was fairly sure that something had happened to her.

Tony swallowed hard and blinked back the tears threatening to leak from his dark eyes as he threw down a device onto the coffee table with a thud, inhaling sharply as the device threw multiple rotating picture up into the air. The team looked at the woman, noticing some familiar features as the pictures rotated, Bucky looked at her and found a captivating beauty, “Who is she?” Natasha asked with her elbows on her knees, her brows dipped in confusion as she looked between Tony and the pictures of the blonde woman.

The entire team looked to him with wonderment, although they all shared the same look of confusion and worry as they gazed at the breaking man in front of them, “That is Victoria Stark,” Tony managed to choke out as he looked to the floor, wiping his eyes quickly before looking up again, “That’s my daughter,” Wanda gasped, all of them wore shock as they all shared the common thought of how, how could Tony have a daughter they didn’t know about? “After Stane I asked Fury to make her into a ghost, I didn’t want a target on her back, she moved to Paris to work, it seemed like the safest option,” his heart broke when he saw the countless pictures of her floating in the air in front of him, “The last time I heard from her was two weeks ago, she hasn’t gone to work and she hasn’t answered any of my calls. I think someone’s taken her-”

“Who would take her? If Fury really did make her into a ghost, then who could find out?”

Bucky froze, there was still tension between Tony and himself and the last thing he wanted to do was piss him off, “HYDRA,” he spoke up, earning a glare from Tony, swallowing hard before continuing, “They have the means to find anyone they want, if they have managed to override the system somehow to find her, then it’s likely that they’ve got her.”

“Why my daughter?” Tony asked firmly, his fists clenched as he refused to look at the super solider.

Bucky shook his head and looked down at the ground, “Victoria is your daughter, the rest of the winter soliders were executed, do I need to say anything else?”

Calm of the Storm

PARING- reader x Thor 

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

WARNING: SMUT, ORAL, UNPROTECTED SEX (keep it wrapped), little it of angst (sorry)   

Request from Anon- Hello beautiful 💕 i’d like to request some smut with thor where you’re his fiance (you are an asgardian as well) and you’re really in love with him but he doesn’t like you at first because of Jane but after some time he likes you already.. Ps. Can you pls put as well that Thor brought you to Earth to meet the Avengers??? Thank you XD THANK YOUUUU!

Another smut for you all! I was so keen with this prompt, there is some back story with this, also you are known as the Goddess of Peace and Wisdom, just because I think it’s a nice contrast with Thor being the God of Thunder! But let’s be honest you’re all just here for the smut hahaha ;) well enjoy xx 

GIF NOT MINE!

Originally posted by thordaily

Family, Honor and loyalty, those were the words that your father had brought you up on. Your family were close allies to the All Father ever since your birth you had been connected with the royal family of Asgard. More specifically to one member, Thor. Ever since your birth it was proclaimed that you were to wed the young prince when the time was right, a fait that had its hold on you your entire life. You had grown up with your betrothed when you were old enough your parents sent you off to the palace with the words.

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nepenthe (m)

members: jeon jungkook, reader, a hint of jin on the side.

words: 5,261

summary: you’re jin’s soulmate. jungkook is an immoratal who’s been bound to you from the beginning of his existence. he’s helped you through everything in your past lives. this time is no different once you discover commitment isn’t your best friend.

a/n: this may or not be the start of a small series, idk depends on whether or not i finish my list by my birthday lmao. but anyway happy EARLY birthday @jinxkook​!! since this was meant to be posted on your birthday, and i prepared a sweet lil letter and all, i’m not gonna delete it, but i sincerely hope it’s a good day for you, you really deserve it dude. stay happy (and please take care of yourself) much love. ;]


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anonymous asked:

I'm so sic and tired of the same hp tropes. Have you read anything weird, cross? Not like, crack, but just off the beaten path? Please, I'm suffering here.

Hmm, well I haven’t had time to read all that much fanfic period lately but here are some that felt kind of… unique to me? Not exactly ‘weird’, just really good and not a trope I read all the time. Also included a few FBaWtFT fics so if those aren’t your cup of tea, just skip past the first four. Hope you enjoy :)

The Cigarette Case by AgentMalkere

Apparently even Gellert Grindelwald isn’t immune to a niffler’s sticky paws.

(In which Newt was not expecting to find Percival Graves in a stolen cigarette case.)

Menagerie by prosodiical

Newt comes to New York with only one purpose in mind: find out what happened to the real Percival Graves.

They’ve tried it the hard way; Theseus has been pressing MACUSA for weeks, but they won’t do anything against the word of Graves himself. Newt’s approach is a last-resort, but he’ll do anything to save the man he loves, and so - he opens his case.

Dearly Beloved by prosodiical

or: Five times Percival Graves said he was married, and one time Tina believed him.

When Director Graves starts elaborating on his supposed husband, the entire department is even more certain he doesn’t exist - an author and a dragon tamer, who’s somehow captured a creature that can kill a hundred wizards at a time? And what sort of name is Newt, anyway?

Tina’s one of them - at least, until Newt Scamander, magizoologist, shows up in New York and lets a Niffler loose. And when he realises Graves has been replaced by an imposter, things only get more complicated from there.

The Graves Identity by Mishafied

He doesn’t remember who he is or how he ended up injured in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness; all he knows is his name is Percival, and he owes his life to the shy, redheaded zoologist who saved him. But unfortunately, just because he doesn’t remember his past doesn’t mean it can’t come back to haunt him.

This is the story of how Percival got his happily ever after, and then had to fight to keep it.

Hogwarts, to welcome you home by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

“You understand, Professor,” Harry began, after a moment, “that I don’t have my N.E.W.T.s. I don’t even have my O.W.L.s. Between everything I never had a chance the first time around, and then afterwards there didn’t seem to be much point. Hermione argued for it, of course, but I was so tired of Britain. So technically, I am completely unqualified for the position.”

“Quite a way to begin an interview, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said dryly.

Or, three years after the war, Harry Potter becomes Hogwarts’ newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn’t let him do it alone.

Charlotte the Great and Powerful by Evandar

Her whole life has been about gaining power through struggle and sacrifice and manipulation of the only thing she has going for her (Charlotte’s a terrible person beneath the pretty face and she knows it).

Charlotte wants to be more than the girl from the cupboard and she’s not above using others to gain power.

Gelosaþ in Écnesse by Batsutousai

Caught in the backlash of Voldemort’s Killing Curse, Harry is thrown through time to a world so very different from his own.

The Love of a Good Wizard by SweetSorcery

History of Magic has something to teach after all, and two resourceful students decide that the key to having any future at all lies in the past, and in Tom Riddle’s heart. Assuming he has one.

Influence of Souls by Nia_River

He stared at his journal, a creation into which he had poured his memories and dreams, his heart and … soul. Now, to send it to where it needed to be.

Hell To Raise by Tozette

All Harry knew that day was that his Aunt Petunia had begun to scream. When he came from his cupboard to see what was wrong, he found her sitting pale and distraught on the spotless kitchen tiles. She was gibbering as that evening’s three-kilogram chicken dinner did a rather acrobatic tap-dancing lap of the room, squawked loudly, and then fled through the window and out into the back yard.

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In which Harry Potter animates the dead. Dumbledore disapproves. Other forces… not so much.

Don’t Fuck With Florists (They’ll Fuck You Up) by MayMarlow

Unsatisfied with his post-war life, Harry decides to get to the root of all of his problems when that root was still working at Borgin and Burkes shop in the late 40s. He’s the Master of Death, damn it, he can do what he wants for once in his life.

Tom Riddle isn’t particularly happy about working at a small, dingy shop for magical artifacts, no matter how interesting those artifacts are. He’s even less happy when an insufferable stranger sets up the most obnoxious flower shop right across the street.

What follows would be a romantic comedy, if it weren’t for politics.

the girl who lived (again) by dirgewithoutmusic

Peeves, though he was nasty about everything else–ickle firsties and orphan girls–got it immediately. For all six years of Harry’s Hogwarts tenure, he dropped water balloons on the heads of anyone who misgendered her.

Professor Binns never quite figured it out, but he didn’t know any student’s name. Nearly Headless Nick gallantly and somewhat awkwardly called her lady and tried to hold open doors for her, despite the fact that he couldn’t open them.

Snape called Harry “Mr. Potter” for all seven years that he was in Harry’s life. Around year three, Ron stopped counting the detentions he got for his increasingly sarcastic responses to this.

Rise Above by Straight_Outta_Hobbiton

For once, Harry has taken advantage of his enormous wealth and used it to talk to a solicitor. He finds out a few things— namely, the fact that his participation in the Triwizard Tournament has rendered him an emancipated minor and the last Lord of the Potters. Being the Lord of the Potters means a lot of things, but most importantly, it means Harry can get the hell outta dodge, and his friends can come along, too.

Thus begins the new life of the Golden Trio. They’re in America, they’re in California, they’re in Berkeley. Let the good times roll.

Harry Potter and the Really Round-About Way of Finding a Horcrux by floweringjudas (manipulant)

One should know better than to involve oneself in Weasley Family Skirmishes, even as a messenger. It always ends badly. …Or really well, depending on your perspective.

A Lightning’s Tale by Riddle_Master_101

Harry Potter is abruptly thrown into a different world upon receiving his letter from Hogwarts. Danger stalks him at every turn, light and dark are locked in a constant, eternal battle, and weaving it all together is this substance called magic…