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anonymous asked:

I was reading one of you analyzes and someone mentioned jimin fainting? I'm really new in the fandom and was wondering when that happened?

that happened in 2015 during one of their fanmeetings in osaka , i think this moment had left a really big impact on their relationship as a whole, and was one of the reasons why people started thinking that Osaka means something very special to them , which is something jiminpoppins pointed out .

so in 150819 jimin fell off stage/fainted during their fan meeting hosted in Osaka_japan , due to a quick drop in his blood pressure… so jungkook replaced him that day/sang most of his parts ,and  there’s a fancam of that during their “i need you” performance in which  jungkook was doing jimin’s parts , and he looked really sad, his voice was shaky as hell and his nose was very red , he was indeed crying just before going on stage, you can watch that here that actually says a lot about how much jimin means to him , of course all  the other members looked sad as well but jungkook was particularly  more effected by jimin’s absence than all of them , that might as well has helped him really realise and accept his feelings for jimin ,how much he really really loves him , cares about him and most importantly needs him

the next day 050820 , jimin recovered so he performed with them , and during jungkook’s part in “for you” , he was supposed to walk past the members but that day he stopped next to jimin and sang his line for him , his line was:[It smells like you, The road that I walk on, I plug my earphone to my status, My true feelings lie beyond there] which left jimin smiling every now and then during that whole performance throwing glances at jungkook .. here

Helpless - Part 2

Part 1

“Hey, Y/N/N.” Dean smoothed your hair back, running his hand over your cool, pale skin. He did his best to ignore the ventilator keeping you alive. He couldn’t stand to look at it, knowing he was the reason you were lying there. “They said our son is healthy. He’s a fighter…like…” Dean’s voice broke and he grabbed your hand, taking a second to gather his thoughts. “He’s a fighter like his mom.” 

Dean had gotten you to the hospital just in time. The force of the lamp had caused bleeding and swelling in your brain which caused the seizure. The doctors weren’t sure if you would ever wake up, but Dean couldn’t lose you without losing his son too, and he knew you’d want your son to have a fighting chance. “God, Y/N, I never meant for this to happen.” Dean sniffled. “I never wanted you to get caught in the crossfire. Especially not with our son.” 

Dean stood up, pacing the room and running his hands through his hair. “I promised you both I’d protect you. I had one fucking job and I screwed it up.” He made his way back to your bedside, sitting in the chair and resting his hand on top of your pregnant belly, feeling your son kick. “Hi, little guy.” He smiled a little, knowing your son was ok. “Did you feel that? Our little man is trying to tell you to wake up.” Dean grabbed your hand and rested it over where your son had just kicked, laying his head on your stomach. “We need you. I need you.” Dean sobbed against your body. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You whispered, sitting next to Dean and your own body, running your hands through Dean’s hair. He couldn’t feel you. He never would again. 

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(TRANS) Luhan - 如果 (What If I Said)

My hand pauses midair, I can’t press ‘send’
Tossing and turning with unfinished dreams, even my pillow feels lonely
Memories come along, spilling over a thousand sentences
I keep the words I wish to tell you at the bottom of my heart
The text I write and delete, maybe white space explains it best
What if I said, don’t turn away and leave
We were once so happy
If young love is meant to end in parting, should I say it later instead
What if I said, don’t turn away and leave
I’m afraid of losing you, so I doubt you, so I run away
Fear of love after we embrace, you’re not the only one
Memories come along, spilling over a thousand sentences
I keep the words I wish to tell you at the bottom of my heart
The text I write and delete, I’m still not brave enough to say ‘I miss you’
What if I said, don’t turn away and leave
We were once so happy
If young love is meant to end in parting, should I say it later instead
What if I said, don’t turn away and leave
What if I said, don’t turn away and leave
What if I said, don’t turn away and leave
What if I said, don’t turn away and leave
We were once so happy
If our love is too young
What if I said, don’t turn away and leave
We were once so happy
If young love is meant to end in parting, should I say it later instead
What if I said, don’t turn away and leave

friendly reminder that keith called hunk ‘big guy’ instead of something that’s meaner!! you go quiche!!!

I Can’t Save Her: Part 28

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Sex

Catch Up Here

Word Count: 1663

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings are for him.

Author’s Notes: As I’ve said previously – this story is kind of on its homestretch.   Here’s a little quiet before the storm <3.

Originally posted by lowkeysebastianstan

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Tony and Steve had both agreed that it would be best to stay in Vienna for the time being. The rest of the team could handle any missions that arose in the states, and it would give us time away. They both fretted over me constantly – I was healing fine physically, but I could tell that they worried about my impulsive and irrational behavior during our mission. Every day Bucky spent hours with the doctors that Tony had brought to the facility as they tried to determine if H.Y.D.R.A. had done anything to his mind. As much as I had hoped for our kiss to be the gateway to something more – it hadn’t. Bucky kept his distance during the day – going so far as to avoid me, but stayed with me every night. By the time I woke up each morning he was always gone.  Several days passed and he kept up his disappearing act – always offering me comfort during the night, but vanishing before the morning.

Everything changed the night he had his nightmare.


I woke to Bucky screaming beside me. As I rolled over on my side I saw him writhing under some invisible force, his body soaked in sweat, as his chest heaved with exertion. I immediately remembered the last time he had a nightmare – the catalyst that made him finally leave. For a moment I laid frozen beside him – unsure as to what I should do. My heart ached – I couldn’t watch him suffer… I had to do something even if it put me in danger. I gently rested my head on his chest as I wrapped my arms around his waist. I laid quietly with him as his breathing slowed.

“Y/N?” he asked as panic cut into his voice.

“Shh… I’m here James. You’re safe,” I whispered softly as I ran my hand up and down his chest. He sighed shakily as I continued to comfort him.

“I…. I dreamed…” he whispered. Usually he didn’t talk about his dreams, but I had a pretty good idea as to what they consisted of.

“Shh…. It’s okay. It was just a dream,” I soothed as he drifted back to sleep.


I blinked sleepily as I turned to Bucky’s side of the bed. Disappointment struck me as I faced an empty bed yet again. I was certain that last night would have changed the way he was acting towards me. I huffed as I rolled onto my back to stare at the ceiling. The more time I spent with Bucky the more I wished for the normalcy and intimacy that we once had. I knew I couldn’t push it – it would either happen in time or it wouldn’t, but I found myself wishing time would hurry up. Steve and Tony had told me to give the case about my parents’ involvement with H.Y.D.R.A. a break – at least until I was well rested, and recovered. I didn’t argue with them at the time, but I longed for the distraction. A sudden knock at my door interrupted my internal complaining.

“What?” I snapped.

The door cracked open and Bucky stuck his head in shyly. “Is this not a good time?”

“Oh no… it’s fine. Sorry… I just woke up,” I apologized as I rubbed the remaining sleep from my eyes.

“Good, get dressed and meet me in the living room in thirty,” he added with a smile on his face before disappearing.


Thirty minutes later I walked into the living room to see a fidgeting Bucky sitting in front of the fire place. As soon as he saw me he smiled, and I couldn’t help but smile in return. “Ready?” he asked.

“For what?” I laughed. Seeing the carefree Bucky again lifted my spirits higher than they had been in months.

“You’ll see,” he responded as he grabbed my hand and guided me outside. The grounds outside of the compound were beautiful and quite expansive to add an extra layer of privacy for those that resided. Everything seemed empty today – it was a Saturday so no one was working, and Steve and Tony were away handling what they had vaguely referred to as a mission that I didn’t need to concern myself with.

I walked with Bucky hand-in-hand as he led me to a small area of the garden that was shielded from the view of outsiders by beautiful bushes. I gasped as we entered – he had set up a full picnic for us. As I plopped down on the blanket he had spread for us I couldn’t help but smile.

“There it is,” he whispered as he brushed my lips with his thumb. “I’ve missed that,” he added softly as a warm smile spread across his face. I blushed violently at this – unable to quell the emotions bursting inside of me. He laughed heartily as he turned his attention to preparing our food.

We sat in silence for awhile as we ate – Bucky never taking his eyes off of me. Finally, I turned to him and plucked up the courage to speak. “Bucky… I,” but he held up a hand.

“Me first — Y/N I’m sorry for being so distant. I’ve just been so afraid of hurting you again… but last night… When I woke up and you were there…. It was…. It reminded me of how much I need you…. How much I love you. I know I’ve made a mess of things and I know… I know it will take time for you to trust me again, but I…” He was interrupted by my lips crashing against his. He pulled back from the kiss looking dazed and confused.

“I told you… I’m not going anywhere,” I muttered softly as I stroked the stubble on his jaw. The corners of his mouth twitched as he fought back a smile. He moved so quickly and deliberately that he completely disarmed me and I fell backwards softly onto the blanket. He braced himself over me with his metal hand as his other stroked my cheek affectionately. His hand travelled down my arm and to my hand – playfully circling the ring that he had given me.

“If you thought you weren’t going to find me… why did you wear it?” he asked softly.

“To remind me of you,” I whispered back to him – echoing his own words from when he had presented it to me. He smiled at me sadly as he dropped his face lower to allow his lips to meet mine. As he deepened the kiss I ran my hands through his hair – twisting my fingers in it softly. For a moment we were in perfect harmony – the rest of the world and its problems dissolving around us. He pulled away all too soon with a serious look on his face.

“I know I promised you before that I wouldn’t leave… I know you have no reason to believe me… but I swear Y/N that I will never do it again. I don’t want to live in a world where I can’t wake up next to you,” he whispered sweetly.

“We should go back inside,” I replied softly.

“What? Why?” Bucky asked confused at the sudden change in the conversation.

“Because… we should go inside,” I repeated again as I kissed his jaw gently.

“Oh,” he responded as realization dawned across his face. He nimbly jumped to hit feet and offered me his hand. I winced slightly as he pulled me up – even after all this time my ribs still hurt and most likely would for the foreseeable future. We walked quietly back to my room hand-in-hand— Bucky’s hand fidgeting nervously around my own as we grew closer to my room.

Once we were inside my room I closed the door and locked it carefully before turning around to see Bucky standing hesitantly behind me.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he closed the gap between us.

“Yes,” I answered as my lips met his. He gently guided me to the bed as he helped me out of my shirt – letting out an appreciative sigh as he looked at me. He sat me gently on the bed and set to work removing the rest of my clothes with soft nimble movements before removing his own. As I scooted across the bed I took in the full scope of him – he was still covered in terrible bruises from his time with H.Y.D.R.A. – as I looked down at my own body I realized I was too. 

As he laid beside me his fingers traced my bruises lightly. “I’m so sorry I let this happen to you,” he whispered apologetically before bringing his lips to mine. Everything about our movements was gentle, but urgent – not wanting to hurt the other, but deeply needing the contact we had once had. He braced himself above me as he planted soft kisses down my jaw and neck. He entered me slowly and gently as I gasped. My body was no longer familiar to him after his absence. “Are you okay?” he asked concerned. I nodded as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him gently. We moved carefully and methodically – letting out soft moans of pleasure, and grunts of pain. It didn’t take either of us long before we reached our climax – our bodies tired and sore from the sudden exertion that they were no longer accustomed to. Bucky pulled me into his arms as I carefully rested my head on his chest – making sure I didn’t touch any of his more sensitive bruises. Before long we both drifted into a peaceful sleep.


The sound of knocking woke us up several hours later. “What?” I groaned exasperated at the door as if it could give me an answer. Bucky grunted in equal annoyance at the sudden intrusion of our privacy.

“It’s Steve – Fury found out more information on your parents,” Steve’s voice drifted from the other side.

And suddenly reality came crashing back around us.


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Dean looked up as the Y/C/H hunter walked into the viewing room. Her hair fell loosely around her face, the soft Hollywood curls framing it perfectly. His eyes wandered over her body, the way her jeans hugged her arse perfectly, the black tank she wore that was slightly see through, the deep red bra underneath that showed off some of her best assets. Her silver cross hung down over the top of her breasts, the diamonds shining in the light. Her heels clicked on the polished concrete floor, he glanced down at the ankle boots, that was a new looked. The look was Y/N all over, but a sexed up Y/N. He frowned at the duffels in her hand.

‘Hunt?’

‘Ah, sort of.’

His frown only deepened as he watched her carefully. She wasn’t a huge talker on her best of days. Sure, she chatted and laughed, but she was quiet compared to most women.

‘Sort of?’

‘I’m heading home for a few days. There’s a couple of funerals happening and I want to make sure the deaths are nothing.’

‘Home as in LA?’

She nodded, ‘I’ll see you in a couple of weeks,’ she smiled, turning to leave.

‘We’ll come with you,’ Dean said quickly jumping up.

‘Dean,’ she sighed, turning back to face him.

‘It’ll be great. Maybe we can hit Vegas on the way back. Besides I have been to LA in ages.’

‘It’s really not a good idea.’

‘It’s a great idea. Sammy!’ he called ignoring Y/N’s groan. ‘Gear up, we’re going to LA!’

‘Can I talk you out of it?’

‘Nope.’

‘Fine,’ she sighed, looking over at Sam as he walked in. ‘But we do this my way, you follow my rules and I take the lead on this hunt.’

Dean looked at her raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. She raised an eyebrow, giving him an amused smile, but he didn’t falter on his stance.

‘This is my home turf, Dean. It’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced. You can’t walk in claiming to be Fed’s and think it will get you what you want. All it’ll do is get you shot.’

Dean frowned as his arms fell to his side, reluctantly but nodded. Watching silently as she walked towards the garage.

‘And we take my car,’ she called over her shoulder.

‘Oh, hell no!’ he growled, following close behind her.

She turned suddenly, causing him to crash into her slightly. His hands automatically coming up to grab her waist and steady them both. His breath hitched slightly at how close she was. How much closer he wanted her.

‘Then you’re following behind me, Sweetheart,’ she smiled, before stepping out of his hands.

Two days later, they arrived in LA. Dean followed closely behind Y/N’s 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS, the midnight blue paint job changing colours in the light. Blue one minute, black the next. He refused to let it - let her - out of his sight. Not that it mattered, you could hear her car from a couple of miles away. It was a thing of pure beauty.

She pulled into a carpark out the front of a cream coloured building with a garage attached on the side. He took in the large sign that was painted on the wall, “Toretto’s Market and Café.”

Y/N got out her car slowly, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head. Shifting her hair from her face. Sam and Dean following, waiting quietly.

A tall slim brunette woman broke away from a small group of people who had been standing out the front watching as they pulled up. She rushed over to Y/N and wrapped her arms around her tightly, the two women talking quietly.

Sam and Dean exchanged a look before the two made their way towards her quietly. They continued to watch as a blue-eyed man, with sandy blonde hair kissed her cheek, pulling her into a hug.

‘Hey, Girl,’ he smiled into her neck. ‘Been a while.’

‘Too long,’ she grinned, hugging him back.

The exchanges were emotional, loving and completely unexpected. For this kind of reception, Dean would have thought she would have stayed in LA. Not many hunters leave or even hunt when they have this kind of bond holding them back.

The hugs and tears stopped and Dean went to talk when Sam stopped him. The guy Y/N had called Brian stepped aside and she looked up at the man leaning against the building, his foot resting back against the cream wall, his arms crossed over his chest. Dean took him in, he was huge. His bald head and dark eyes only making him more dangerous. He didn’t want the guy near Y/N, he was worried he’d break her if he touched her. Sure, she was tough as nails, but she was fragile and she could break. And he’d be damned if he’d let that happen.

The guy’s eyes never left Y/N’s. They bored into hers with so much emotion and yet Dean had no idea what he thinking. Y/N knew though, he could see it in the change of her body, the way she shifted.

‘Hey, Dom,’ she said, quietly.

He pushed off the wall and rushed over, his feet pounding the pavement. Dean expected Y/N to flinch the way he charged towards her, but she barely noticed. Dom’s arms wrapping her in a rib crushing hugged as his lips pressed into her neck. Dean watched with a stirring of jealously and anger at how he touched her. Sure, there was nothing sexual happening. His hands behave, but there was something about it. About him. The two obviously had a history. One he hoped was buried and permanently.

‘She’s in good shape,’ he commented, huskily as he finally let go of her, running a hand along the body of Y/N’s car. ‘Had a paint job.’

‘Yeah, red was so last season,’ she smiled, softly.

‘What brings you back?’ he questioned, turning to face her.

‘Heard some bitch stole my title and I wanted a chance to take it back.’

Dean looked at Y/N’s face, the emotionless expression she wore. The look she got when she was being careful with what and how she said things. These guys obviously had no clue about hunting.

Dom glanced over at the two Winchesters raising an eyebrow as he looked back at Y/N.

‘I needed someone cheering me on,’ she smiled. ‘Especially if it’s your arse I’m kicking in the process.’

‘So you brought two busters with a crap car that wouldn’t last the mile?’

‘Hey,’ Dean growled. ‘You leave Baby outta this.’

‘Baby?’ Dom laughed, his voice deep and throaty as he looked to Y/N once more.

‘Dom,’ she warned, a small smile playing on her lips as she tried to fight it off.

‘He named his car, Baby.’

‘It’s better than him naming other things,’ she offered with a shrug.

Dom’s eyes seemed to darken further as he glared dangerously at Dean. A jealous possessiveness crossed the man’s face, giving Dean a good amount of satisfaction, if he thought the two were sleeping together he may not try for anything with Y/N.

‘I can understand naming a thing of beauty, a car that is nothing but perfection. A 10 second car. But that…’ he questioned, gesturing to the impala. ‘I’m surprised you haven’t worked your magic, Y/N.’

‘What makes you think she hasn’t?’ Dean questioned.

Y/N bit her lip trying to hide a smile, as someone in among the group chuckled. Suddenly, Dean felt as if he’d made a huge mistake by asking. Like he should have already known the whole way along.

‘Because if my girl had of worked her magic, Baby, would be sounding like that,’ the man smiled icily, pointing to Y/N’s car. ‘Not like your heap of junk is now. Because she would have fixed the timing on that thing. The carburettor would have been adjusted and its idling issue fixed.’

‘There’s nothing-.’

‘Yeah, there is,’ Y/N sighed. ‘But you get mad when I go near it.’

Dean gaped at her, his car was fine. Wasn’t it?

‘If Y/N had of touched it, we would have heard Baby coming a mile away. Bit like Y/N. She always did like to let people know when she was coming,’ Dom smirked.

Dean felt his face darken as the guy looked at Y/N. The small smile that played on her lips as she watched the guy closely.

‘But none of that’s the issue,’ Dom said quietly. ‘Why are you here?’ he questioned, looking at Y/N.

‘I told you.’

‘No, you didn’t.’

‘Because people are dying, because I want to help. Because I can’t lose my family.’

‘Family? Familia? What family? You left!’ Dom growled, walking over towards her, standing right in her face. Something she didn’t normally tolerate. Anyone else she would have put down. ‘You have no right being here, coming back,’ he spun, storming off towards the building.

‘Dom,’ she sighed. ‘They were my family too.’

‘You left!’ he yelled, spinning to face her. He stormed back towards her, getting into her face once more. ‘You don’t leave family, you don’t turn your back on them!’

‘I didn’t have a choice!’ she screamed, standing her ground as the giant bulk of muscle bore down on her. ‘I had to do it. I had to go the way I did. There was no way you would have let me if I told you.’

Dean watched shocked, he’d never seen this much emotion coming from her, this much pain. This much desperation. There was more in those few moments then there had been since they met.

‘Damn straight! We stay together, we ride together, we die together,’ he growled.

‘It wasn’t that simple! I couldn’t stay, I couldn’t just carry on knowing what killed him was still out there!’

‘Then you come to me! You tell me what’s going on and you let me help! You don’t run off in the middle of the night and leave us thinking you were dead.’

Dean watched as she wiped tears from her cheeks as she looked at the man, her chest heaving.

‘You don’t leave me thinking, my girl is dead,’ Dom said quietly, as he looked down at her, he reached up and tenderly brushed more tears from her cheeks. ‘I could have helped.’

Y/N shook her head, ‘No, Dom. You couldn’t, not with this. It’s so far out your league it’s not even a speck in the mirror.’

‘You have no do idea what I’m capable of,’ he hissed.

‘I think I do, I know you better than anyone.’

Something changed in Dom’s face as he watched her intently. It softened, became tender momentarily before it changed once more. Angry, curious, scared.

‘Is this to do with you coming back?’

Y/N nodded.

‘With the others?’

Y/N nodded nervously, ‘Stay out of it,’ she warned. ‘Now, I’m assuming you weren’t dumb enough to mess with my house while I was gone?’

‘It’s fine,’ Mia promised.

Y/N looked over at the Winchesters, her tear stained face breaking Dean’s heart. He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in a hug and kiss her head till she calmed down. To beat the guy senseless that caused the pain in the first place. He wanted nothing more than to take her then and there, against the car too but that wasn’t about to happen. She gestured to the car and the boys nodded, opening their doors.

‘Y/N?’ Dom called as she pulled the door of her car open.

She stopped and looked at him, waiting for him to go on.

‘Tonight, 11pm. I win, you tell me what’s going on.’

a concept : gideon is aged back down to be a tiny small baby at the end of 619 and in 620, rumple and belle are the only ones not singing. some characters sing/dance their way into the shop (do not ask me why they’d be at the shop w their newborn but i know this show so they’d be at the shop) and belle’s like “i swear to GOD if you wake up my BABY” - and then pauses and gets all cute bc she finally has a baby - “i will personally destroy your happiness myself”