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Masterlist

This is a complete Masterlist of all of our headcanon/scenario posts. Updated regularly


Headcanons/Scenarios:


RFA + V + Saeran making chocolates with MC *Favourite*

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to MC cosplaying as them

RFA + Saeran and helping MC babysit *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran at the Zoo

RFA + Unknown on “Boyfriend Duty”

RFA+V and Saeran being college classmates with MC

RFA +V + Saeran reacting to MC who is a Physics/Engineering Major

RFA reacting to MC  falling asleep on them

Saeran reacts to MC falling asleep on him

Zen, Jumin, and Saeyoung Crushing on MC *Favourite*

RFA + V + Saeran with an Energetic MC

RFA + Saeran go make-up shopping with MC

RFA + Saeran + V with Black belt MC

RFA + V + Saeran reacting to MC’s old bullies

RFA + Saeran + V know MC before the RFA

RFA reacting to MC giving them a Massage *Favourite*

Saeran, V, and Vanderwood react to MC giving them a Massage

RFA remembering MC after a Reset

RFA + V + Saeran with MC who loves anime *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran Kissing MC Beginning vs Dating for awhile *Favourite*

RFA + V + Saeran with an MC with back pain and a scar

RFA+Saeran+V with MC who is getting famous for singing

RFA with a Curvy MC who wears a tight black dress

RFA + Saeran + V meeting MC’s parents for the first time *Favourite*

RFA with an MC who gets gradually more affectionate

RFA + Saeran teaching MC how to drive *Favourite*

V reacting to seeing MC for the first time after eye surgery *Favourite*

RFA react to MC having a celebrity crush

RFA + V + Saeran play Spin the Bottle

RFA reacting to MC’s parents wanting her to have an arranged marriage

RFA + Saeran take care of sick MC

MC takes care of a sick RFA + Saeran*Favourite*

MC takes care of Sick V

RFA thinks MC is crushing on them

RFA + Saeran + V React to really short MC

RFA + Saeran go prom shopping with their daughter

RFA + Saeran + V +Vanderwood react to Mute MC

RFA + Saeran +V get jealous

RFA runs into MC’s ex who’s a good guy

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC dying in childbirth  *Favourite*

Saeran, Yoosung, Jumin, and Seven have trouble crushing on MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC who overcame cancer as a kid

MC finds the RFA + Saeran +V’s secret hobby/collection

RFA + Saeran, V, and Vanderwood react to Magician MC

RFA + Saeran + V finding MC’s antidepressants

RFA + Saeran + V play the Pocky Game with the MC

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC with lots of tattoos

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC after her wisdom teeth are pulled *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran waiting for college acceptance letters

Zen, Yoosung, Jumin, Seven, and Saeran when they feel cuddly *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V get nervous on their wedding day

RFA finds MC’s old fanfiction *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC holding their pinky

RFA + Saeran +V react to MC who’s insecure about her crooked teeth

RFA react to MC playing a dating sim *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC who can’t cook well

Jaehee and MC doing yoga together *Favourite*

RFA reacts to a tall MC

RFA + Saeran + V react to an MC is obsessed with a stuffed animal

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC who is afraid of the dark

RFA + Saeran react to Mermaid!MC

MC snaps at the RFA + Saeran + V *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran reacting to MC insecure after seeing her ex

RFA + Saeran + V reacting to Vampire!MC

RFA + Saeran + V taking MC on a picnic

RFA + Saeran + V comforting Dancer!MC who messed up on stage

RFA + Saeran + V as MC’s college professors

MC is a cousin/sibling of the RFA + Saeran + V + Vanderwood

RFA + Saeran + V + Vanderwood react to an alcoholic MC

Beach day with the RFA + Saeran *Favourite*

RFA + V meet MC on the bus

MC hires an actor to prank the RFA

RFA + Saeran react to a suddenly affectionate MC

RFA reacting to American MC who’s into politics

RFA + Saeran + V meet and crush on MC before the party

RFA + Saeran + V react to an Alternative MC

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC getting into a bad car crash

RFA + Saeran + V find out MC was their childhood friend

RFA + Saeran are caught making out with MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V comfort an MC who’s scared of thunder/lightning

RFA + Saeran with MC after the RFA party *Favourite*

Songs that represent the RFA + Saeran + V

RFA + Saeran + V react to finding out MC is pregnant

RFA react to MC competing in horse jumping competitions

RFA + Saeran + V react to Nurse!MC who has late shifts

How the RFA comfort MC

RFA + Saeran + V and their Nicknames for MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V return from a long trip abroad

RFA + Saeran + V with MC who’d been cheated on

MC Serenades the RFA + Saeran + V

RFA + Saeran + V steal/accidentally eat MC’s candy *Favourite*

RFA reacts to MC who left because of Rika

MC finds the RFA listening to Kpop

RFA reacts to MC who’s an art school student

RFA react to MC who is cyberbullied

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC who sleeps with no clothes

RFA reacts to Yandere MC

MC allergic to Zen’s smoking

High School!RFA + Saeran + V takes MC through a test of courage *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V watch their favourite romantic movies with MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran are rivals with MC

RFA + Saeran + V get into an argument with MC and make it up to her

Yoosung, Saeyoung, and Saeran get locked in a closet with MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V with a ticklish MC

RFA + Saeran cuddle with MC *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran react to MC who is an identical triplet

RFA comfort MC whose cat died

RFA boys + Saeran + V’s first kiss with MC

Zen, Jumin, and Saeyoung react to MC who starts dancing in the rain

RFA + Saeran + V have their first slow dance with MC

RFA react to MC’s plane crashing

MC dreams about the RFA + Saeran + V as attractive monsters

RFA + Saeran + V + Vanderwood Genderbent

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC with a Strange Addiction

RFA react to highschool!MC getting straight A’s

RFA + Saeran + V realize they’re in love with MC

RFA + Saeran + V in a Disney AU

RFA + Saeran + V getting their first pets with MC

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC being bad at what they’re best at

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC being half-cat

RFA + Saeran comforting their crying MC

RFA reacts to yodeling MC

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC with heart disease

RFA + Saeran react to shy MC

RFA + Saeran + V with MC who sees Thread of Fate (Soulmate AU)

RFA + Saeran + V+ Vanderwood with Smoking MC

RFA + Saeran + V spending time with their kid

RFA + Saeran + V reacts to MC who does ASMR videos

RFA + Saeran comforting MC who doesn’t like herself

RFA + Saeran + V and their favorite places to kiss and be kissed

Saeyoung and MC trapped in elevator together  

RFA react to MC wearing their hoodie

RFA + Saeran + V and hugging and being hugged by MC  

RFA + Saeran + V try out birth simulator *Favourite*

RFA Boys react to bold MC giving them affection *Favourite*

RFA react to drunk MC at nightclub  

RFA walking in on MC wearing a face mask

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC treating them for a whole day

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC in onesie *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran + V try to get MC’s attention *Favourite*

RFA react to MC who’s into Mythology

RFA and MC’s honeymoon

RFA + Saeran + V turn into MC’s pet  

RFA + Saeran + V find MC sleeping on the floor

Blanket fort with Jumin

First kiss with Seven  

RFA + Saeran + V wake up next to MC Beginning of relationship vs awhile

RFA + Saeran + V + Vandewood react to chubby MC

RFA + Saeran + V + Vanderwood react to MC with a prosthetic limb

RFA + Saeran + V and their favorite things to do with you

RFA + Saeran + V being accidentally hit in the crotch by MC

RFA + Saeran + V being teased by MC after a fight

RFA + Saeran + V accidentally hits MC’s boobs

RFA + Saeran kissing MC and falling onto the floor

Yoosung, Jumin, and Seven catch bug for MC

General Saeran Headcanons

RFA + Saeran + V help MC down a tree

RFA + Saeran accidentally read MC’s diary

RFA with Hannah Montana style MC

Rainy Days with RFA + Saeran + V  

RFA + Minor Trio and MC showing PDA to each other

MC helps RFA + Saeran + V fall asleep

RFA Boys react to MC’s lipstick mark after a smooch

RFA + Saeran + V react to MC who bites her lip a lot

MC dances with RFA + Saeran + V who has a bad day

Domestic fights with RFA + Saeran  

Headcanons for Jumin

RFA + Saeran + V discuss kids in the future  

RFA + Saeran + V take a bath with MC

RFA + Saeran react to MC losing her glasses

RFA Texts:

FA + Saeran: MC has a bug problem

RFA + V: Domestic Accidents

RFA + Saeran: Watching Shows/Dramas

RFA + V: Pick-up Lines *Favourite*

RFA + Saeran: Accidentally Texting the Wrong Person

RFA + V: April Fools’ Edition

RFA + Saeran: They Want to Cuddle *Favourite*

RFA + V tease MC about crushing on another member

RFA + Saeran + V as texts we’ve sent each other *Favourite*

Drunk!RFA + Saeran texts MC

Ficlets:

Seven x MC: MC Left the RFA (Part 1)

Seven x MC: MC Left the RFA (Part 2)

Jumin x MC: Cruel Fate (Part 1)

Jumin x MC: Cruel Fate (Part 2)

Seven talks to MC’s Mom

Seven x MC: The Eye-Contact Incident

Seven x MC: Fix Things

Jumin x MC x V: This was for them (Love Triangle)


EnChoi Your Friday:

The Chois go Camping (Saeyoung x MC)

Making Breakfast for Dinner (Saeran x MC)

Tom and the Twins

Car Wash Day (Saeyoung x MC)

Saeran finds a puppy (Saeran x MC)

Roadtrip (Saeyoung x MC)

Bro Night *Favourite*

Cleaning Mode Activated

Babysitting Shenanigans *Favourite*

Enchoi your Birthday *Favourite*

A Day to the Aquarium (Saeran x MC)

Pool Day with the RFA (Saeyoung x MC)

Movie Night (Saeran x MC)

Ikea with the Choi Boys (Saeyoung x MC)

Enchoi Your Wisdom Tooth (Saeran x MC)

Can You Escape?

Choi-men in the farm (Saeyoung x MC)

Bro Night 2.0 *Favourite*

do u ever think about how mika is probably terrified of becoming a demon but at the same time at least he wouldn’t have to hurt anymore?

The telltale Marauder’s Map

Imagine Harry dragging the Marauder’s Map everywhere with him, just so he can keep an eye on Malfoy at all times. (Yeah okay, you don’t really have to imagine this part, because it happened.) Ron and Hermione are so fed up with him, because Harry is so absorbed in his map, they can’t even have a normal conversation with him.

The only time Harry isn’t staring at the map, is when his eyes are fixed on the actual Malfoy, walking past him. Hermione jumps at the chance and grabs the map. She’s not planning on hiding it or anything. She knows all too well she would never get away with it. Harry would probably even threaten to hex her if she didn’t give it back. She instead doodles something on it and grins, when the little heart she made around Malfoy’s dot sticks and moves along with it.

As soon as Malfoy is out of sight, Harry’s gaze wanders back to the map.

“Guys, I really think he’s up to- What is that?” Harry exclaims. Ron looks over his shoulder and snickers.

“Well, I think Hermione nailed it, mate.”

After that, Harry blushes every time he looks at the map. He’s so flustered, he doesn’t even realize the heart-framed dot is approaching him rapidly, even though he’s staring at it.

“What is it with you lately, Potter?” Malfoy drawls, startling Harry. He’s standing right in front of him and Harry is so surprised, he’s too slow to react when Malfoy grabs the Marauder’s Map out of his fingers. “Are you turning into a bookworm? Wherever you go, your nose is always buried in… some… parchment…”

Malfoy frowns as he looks at the map.

“What is this?”

Harry doesn’t answer. He’s beginning to sweat and his heart is beating rapidly.

“Give it back, Malfoy,” he grumbles and snatches it from him.

But judging from Malfoy’s incredulous look, he already saw… it. Bloody hell! Why did Hermione have to do that?

“Dear Merlin, what are you, Potter, five?” Malfoy sneers. But it hasn’t escaped Harry that his cheeks have turned pink and his voice is a bit shaky.

“Would you rather I kissed your dot goodnight before I go to sleep?” Harry counters. But… wait…

Malfoy opens his mouth, but doesn’t say anything. He just stares at Harry.

“Wow, um… I really don’t know why I said that,” Harry murmurs sheepishly.

“Do you do that?” Malfoy asks in a high-pitched voice.

“No?” Harry doesn’t know why his answer sounds like a question, because it’s the truth. He has never done that, nor would he ever do it.

Okay, so he stared at the heart-framed dot, wondering if Hermione might actually be on to something. Maybe he even imagined what Malfoy’s hair would feel like if he ran his hands through it, what Malfoy would do if Harry pushed him against a wall, what his lips would feel like on Harry’s, what sounds he would make while Harry sucked on his neck…

They stare at each other some more until a sound at the end of the corridor startles them. Malfoy looks over his shoulder and when his eyes land on Harry again, his expression is determined. He grabs Harry’s arm and drags him into the next broom closet.

Originally posted by nerdreamer

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So, guys, let me pull up this scene again and ramble a bit about why and how I think Peter’s immediate reaction of shooting is so amazing, and why I brought Yondu into this mess in the first place.

Peter’s reaction differs a lot from what an average person (from Earth) would do in such a moment.

First of all, he was deep into the vision of Eternity that Ego showed him. As I mentioned in an earlier post, the concept of eternity in itself is not something the human mind is really able to comprehend, it goes way beyond our imagination and understanding. While it’s already a miracle that Peter did not lose his mind under that barrage or fall into an euphoria, it’s even more amazing that he snaps out of it in the blink of an eye after Ego’s words and immediately is that much back to his senses that he is able to grab his blasters and start shooting with the clear intent of killing his opposite.

Then, there is the fact that Peter just got the knowledge that his biological father, which he had just found, was the one who doomed his mother to a slow and painful death, and afterwards talks so calmly about it as if he is talking about the weather.

That’s a shock in itself and hard to process. An average person’s reaction would be to start processing it, unable or not willing to accept this fact. Many would go numb or feel like the world has just slowed down as they struggle to piece the new and old information together to get the full picture. Only after that process would there be anger, because beforehand, they would still try to understand.

Peter, however, says “What?” and then immediately goes into autopilot and starts shooting.

That’s a reaction I would expect from a trained pro, a pro who is able to skip that initial reaction of shock and numbness and immediately go back into fighting-mode – a pro like, an agent, or a soldier…

… or a former battle slave.

What I’m trying to point out here is that this is not only Peter’s love for his mother that is steering his actions here, but also Yondu’s training. Angry and hurt, Peter is able to kickstart what he learned, what he was taught, acts on reflex and goes straight to fighting and killing the jackass in front of him, whereas an average person would have frozen and done nothing, or just started yelling in anger and shock.

If it hadn’t been for the training itself, Peter wouldn’t have been able to go straight back to fighting. And if it weren’t for the love for his mother and the resulting anger, Peter would probably still have been frozen - because we have seen him react slow and hesitant before, like when the Collector’s lab exploded in the first movie. Gamora had to pull him away then because Peter just stood frozen in shock.

This scene shows absolutely beautifully the different parts of Peter’s upbringing and his personality – on one hand, big, kind heart full of love, on the other hand, the reflexes of a fighter that were honed over years.

Both things are what Peter needs to survive in this galaxy, and what make him special.

So big shoutout to Meredith for being such an awesome Mum that even 26 years after her death, Peter still loves her from the bottom of his heart, only thinks the best of her and is freaking ready to kill for her because losing her was probably the most terrible thing one could have done to him.

And big shoutout to Yondu for, while not being the best and most loving father figure, doing his goddamn best to raise Peter in a way that would make sure the boy could survive out there. Yondu didn’t know how to give fatherly, familial love, so he just did what he knew best and taught Peter how to defend himself, and that really saves Peter’s ass here.

(Lots of thanks to @powerovernothing​, since they ramble with me about this kind of tiny things that I can scream about for hours – your inputs are so amazing as always, at least three-fourth of this post are basically yours.)

Masterlist

Note: some scenarios are listed in more than one category! If a link is broken or directs you to the wrong scenario, please let me know immediately! 

All/Multiple Members:

Smut/Intimate:

Non-Romantic:

Angst/Sad(may or may not have happy ending):

Fluffy:

Short Reply:

First Kiss:

Jin:

Yoongi:

J-Hope:

Namjoon:

Jimin:

Taehyung:

Jungkook:

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Anon request: Fighting with Jungkook + drabble
It’s not the same as Yoongi’s but I thought this fit better. 
I am so sorry it has taken so long, it has been sitting in my drafts for weeeeks (ask you can tell by the date of the text) I am so sorry
I hope you like it! 


Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: Implied Smut
Words: 1250


You knocked once on the bathroom door and waited for a response. After receiving a text from Yoongi, you rushed out of the door and into the nearest taxi. Reading over the texts again and again, you felt your stomach twist as the guilt set in. Fuck, what had you done. The fact Jungkook thought he was a bad boyfriend made your heart squeeze into your throat. He was far from it, in fact he was the best boyfriend you have ever had, going above and beyond anyone ever had. Making you smile when you needed it, telling you that he loved you nearly every day even when he was on tour. He would always make you feel so loved and important and you couldn’t even let him off this one time. You were being selfish and you needed to fix it. You phone beeped with another text, this time from Taehyung.  

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Patater Week Day 3 - Fake Dating ( Part 1/?)

Another partially complete one because this fic has decided it wants to be really long. Here’s like 4k though.


“Kent?”

Kent looked up from his cocktail to see Jack looking at him with a frown on his face, various Falconers arrayed behind him and looking on curiously. Oh shit. He had been successfully avoiding Jack for months, and now he goes and picks the same goddamn bar after the game. Is this the universe telling him to stop drinking? Fuck you, universe.

“Jack,” he said evenly. There is an absolutely zero percent chance that Jack will believe him that this is just a coincidence, especially because none of his teammates are here. Sue him for wanting to have a quiet night. Next time he’d just go with them to the shitty club.

“Why are you here?” Jack said forbiddingly. “I thought I made myself clear—“

“Yeah, yeah, I got it, Zimms, you don’t want to see me.” He pushed back from the bar, mouth twisting bitterly, and abandoned his drink. “I’m not stalking you, promise.” He made a split-second, impulsive decision. “I’m here to see him.” He reached out and pulls in the nearest Falconer, not even looking at his face.

“You’re here to see…Tater?” Jack asked incredulously.

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Painting meatballs

For @copperbadge: Sounds like you could use some cheering up this week. :) 


Most days, being a superhero did not pay off. He’d been chased through probably twenty miles of tunnel, managed to drop his last nine arrows down an open manhole (who just leaves manholes open?), and it was only by the grace of his fingertips that he hadn’t gone down after them. He’d forgotten to go grocery shopping, he had a headache from somewhere south of hell, and he was almost hungry enough to share a bowl of Kibbles ‘N’ Bits with Lucky and call it a night.

“Happy freaking birthday to me,” he grumbled as he trudged up the stairs to his apartment. By the time he realized that his keys had apparently gone the way of the arrows, he didn’t even have enough frustration left in him to swear. He dropped his head forward, hitting the door about ten million times harder than he’d meant to, and jerked away with both hands over his forehead.

He definitely didn’t think anyone could blame him for being a tiny bit slow to react when his apartment door opened by itself, but he did manage to have a knife up by the time the interloper leaned around the doorway.

Natasha quirked an eyebrow at him. “Is that a sharpened butter knife?”

Clint glowered at her and slid the blade back into his boot – one of only three, but his count, that hadn’t ended up buried in some guy’s thigh, or washed away in Shit River. “I had to improvise,” he defended. “Why are you in my apartment?”

The other eyebrow quirked up to join the first. “Why are you not in your apartment? Also, you smell like sewage.”

“Long story.”

She tipped her head to the left to examine him, and maybe he was projecting or something else that the group home counselor would have said was unhealthy, but he was positive she could see right through the smarting mark on his head and read his mind. Without a word, she stepped back to hold the door open and gestured inside with one hand.

“I’ll get you a beer.”

“Don’t have any,” Clint muttered. He had about half a bottle of Nat’s shitty vodka somewhere, though he’d used the whiskey for antiseptic the week before.

“Good thing Jan knows how to throw a party,” she said. Her smile softened slightly and she gestured in again. “Though Tony thought jumping out and yelling ‘surprise’ was a smart idea for all of twenty-two seconds.”

Clint shuddered just imagining the heart attack he would have had if he’d opened the door and yelling had been the result. He was suddenly grateful that he’d lost his keys – he’d forgotten all about Stark’s threatened birthday party, and he was more than a little surprised that everyone else had apparently remembered. Now that he was paying attention like an ex-assassin and current masked superhero with poor apartment security and lots of enemies should be, he could hear the faint chatter of about half a dozen people and the subtle clinking of forks on plates.

He glanced at the door and then over to the elevator. “Maybe I should just go get some chips or something.”

Natasha shrugged. “If you want. But your meatballs will probably be cold by the time you get back.”

Clint’s stomach emitted a loud snarl, and his mouth instantly flooded with saliva. Nat might have been kinder than most people gave her credit for, but she still laughed at him as he stood rooted to the spot, doing a good impression of a meatball-zombie. 

“Please tell me they’re not those bullshit fancy meatless-meatballs or whatever Pepper had A Thing about,” he begged.

“Nope, they’re the cheap frozen meatballs you get out of a bag and dump in the oven.”

He could have kissed her. He definitely did moan, “My favorite.”

His apartment had been cleaned, and it smelled like Pinesol and sweet sweet processed meatballs fresh from the oven. Every lamp he owned had been moved into the living room, which had apparently not been enough, because there was an Iron Man suit standing in the corner and glowing like a six-and-a-half-foot art deco lamp.

“Surprise?” Tony offered, from the kitchen, and Holy Patron Saint of I’m never letting you live this down, was wearing a bright yellow apron liberally splashed with hearts and smiling sunflowers, a matching pair of oven mitts, and a lime green party hat.

“Why are you like this?” Clint blurted out with a laugh.

“Laugh all you want,” Tony said, setting down a tray of freshly cooked previously frozen guaranteed delicious meatballs so he could point at Clint with one bemittened hand. His eyes transferred over Clint’s shoulder and he nodded faintly. “But I’m leaving this here when I go. You can thank Jan.”

“Happy birthday!” Jan said as soon as Clint turned to face her, looking like she was ready to burst. “I really want to hug you, but you have been out doing things that got you a little too close to a sewer. Air hug!” She announced and crossed her arms over her own chest, squeezing hard and twisting side-to-side.

It looked like a really nice hug, and Clint was even sorrier about the damned sewer. He looked between his bathroom door and the piles of warm meatballs, and made a noise that he normally would have blamed on Lucky, but Lucky was on his back in the middle of the living room, shamelessly soaking up the belly rubs from Thor and getting his muzzle petted by Steve.

Natasha pushed past him to the kitchen, piled a dozen meatballs on a purple plate with the Hawkeye symbol stamped in the middle, and nudged him away with one finger. “They should be cooled down by the time you wash your hands. Go!”

Clint eagerly took the plate, leaned over, and lipped one of the meatballs right off the top. He tried to smirk at her, but was too busy sucking air in around the molten mouthful as she pushed him toward his bedroom.

~*~

Despite orders to the contrary, Clint had devoured the plate of meatballs before his shower, and he felt less likely to gnaw someone’s arm off by the time he made it back to the living room. A long folding table had been wedged between the couch and the bar, and it looked like Jan had dumped the entire Hawkeye section of Party City on top of it. It was cheesy, and stupid, and perfect. He stood in the doorway for a second to just look it over – they were all pretending that he wasn’t staring at them, and that was what good friends were for when you just got off of a Hell Week leading into Nightmare Night. Lucky was up on his back legs so he could have his front paw on Tony’s lap and was doing his damndest to get at the mountain of meatballs in the center of the table.

“I’m not feeding you,” Tony told the dog seriously, but his hand was wrapped around Lucky’s ribs to rub at his belly. “Seriously, have I ever fed a single thing in your entire life? Why don’t you go to climb in Steve’s lap? He’s a dog person, and I know for sure that he’s fed you at least once tonight.”

“That was just a treat, Tony,” Steve protested.

“He said the word treat,” Tony told Lucky, which just got him a messy kiss across the cheek and Tony leaning comically sideways in the chair to in a vain attempt to avoid it.

“Just push him away,” Clint suggested, stepping into the living room and climbing over the couch to get the open chair.

Tony gave him a frankly scandalized look, but turned back to Lucky to say, “You’re not getting anywhere with this. I am immune to canine flattery.”

“Not all canine flattery,” Natasha muttered, and for some unfathomable reason, Steve blushed and kicked her under the table. Natasha neatly dodged, and held an open beer out for Clint, so cold that it had mist curling out of the neck and droplets running down the sides.

“I love you,” Clint told her very seriously.

“I know,” she answered.

He swallowed about half of it before pressing the cold bottle gently to his forehead and rolling it back and forth. This was the life – why did he not have a million roommates again? He set the bottle aside and looked down to realize that what he’d mistaken for plates were actually large plastic painter’s pallets with little cups of “paint” set around the edges. There was a bright purple cup of paintbrushes sitting opposite his beer, and a stack of napkins with the Avengers Assemble cartoon Hawkeye at his elbow.

Jan leaned forward to explain, but Clint just shoved his finger in the yellow paint and licked it off – spicy mustard, the kind he got at Chinese restaurants and poured over everything.

“Or you could just do that,” Jan finished, laughing. “It was Steve’s idea.”

“This,” Clint said, snagging a meatball off the pile and a paintbrush, “Is the best birthday idea ever.”

Jan nudged Tony, who was still not-really fending off Lucky’s affectionate begging. “And you wanted to bring wine,” she scoffed.

Clint had three painted meatballs stuffed in his mouth when Jan climbed out of her chair and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She leaned over to press their cheeks together and squeezed hard, rocking him gently side-to-side.

“Happy birthday.”

“’appy meathba’ ‘ay,” Clint corrected, but he reached up to squeeze her wrist and leaned back against her.

Maybe he was just imagining it or something, but it seemed like his headache was gone.

Bts reaction to their clumsy s/o:

Anon Requested:  Hello, first of all i just wanna say that your blog is so awesome😍 And secondly, can i ask how bts would react to their gf being so smart yet so clumsy? Thank you and have a lovely day 💞 stay awesome admins💜

Hiii~ i know this is kind of weird. But could you do bts reacting to their s/o being a programmer who’s smart but so clumsy and kind of slow to react. Thank youu and have a nice day. Sorry if you didn’t do this kind of request :(

A/ N: If you’re a programmer anon then you’re probably the coolest person I’ll ever come across on this website.


Jin:

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Cutie will tell himself not to laugh at first but realized it was a bit too difficult when you blank faced every once in a while. He’ll giggle a bit and tell you it’s nothing important if it isn’t.

Suga:

Originally posted by kareverie

Literally his source of amusement like everyone is laughing and you’re looking like you have no idea what has just been said and he can’t help but laugh harder before pulling you into hug so you won’t feel bad.

J-Hope:

Originally posted by jaayhope

Laughs each time, really hard, but has to explain it eventually because he can’t let you just stand there and try to understand.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by ksjknj

Okay so you two are supposed to be the clever couple and whenever you go “What?” Monnie will probably face palm or something because you’re smart enough to go figure it out in your own.

Jimin:

Originally posted by hoseokxx

You would probably be more funny to him that the actual joke told because when someone really smart has trouble understanding what everyone else does is just really unusual. For him amusing.

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

He’ll give you the really? Look because he would try so hard to make everyone laugh and you just take at him. He probably just got fed up with trying to explain the punchline each time.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

The biggest tease ever and you’ll be suffering. Kookie will pretend he is irritated when you ask for the meaning of an inside joke just to fluster you when in reality he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

anonymous asked:

hi could you do a time traveler! hyungwon au where he tries to save someone but is to afraid to tell that something bad is about to happen? also i love your blog so much!!! T v T

thank you!! here is a time traveler!hyungwon based off dramarama~
tw: mentions of blood

  • hyungwon knows he’s not supposed to mess around with time, well at least not mess around with it “too much”
  • sure, small altercations with little to no changes to the space time continuum are ok - but something like saving a person from death? that,,,,,,isn’t a small altercation,,,,,,that’s a big rip in the conscious and future of many different people
  • but ,,,,,,,, hyungwon breaks that rule - or at least, he knows he has too after watching your limp figure surrounded by ambulances
  • strangers gaping at you, the scream of someone close to you when they arrive at the scene
  • hyungwon looks down at his pocket watch, 5:14 pm
  • his eyes flick back to the scene and there’s blood, there’s EMTs, and the car that hit you is,,,,,,,nowhere in sight
  • still holding the watch in the palm of his hand, he sighs - winds it back to thirty minutes ago and braces himself for the warp that takes him back to how this all started
  • you, walking up the block, listening to a new album on your phone and smiling at a text from a friend
  • hyungwon had just been enjoying a cup of coffee, preparing himself to warp back into the future when he catches a glimpse of your profile in the cafe window
  • for someone who has seen the elegant beauties of the eighteen century to the futuristic models of twenty-fifth century, hyungwon doesn’t know what about you draws him up out of his seat
  • minhyuk, the cafe’s cashier watches him curiously - hyungwon is quite a sight in a structure pinstriped suit, that old pocket watch settled in his vest. he looks like some character from a noir film. minhyuk assumes it’s just an ‘aesthetic’
  • but hyungwon opens the cafe door, watches a bit of your hair whip in the wind and follows a few steps behind till you’re at the crossing sign
  • you look up, waiting for the light to turn green and when it does you step forward
  • hyungwon does as well, but then stops, something pulls inside his chest. danger is coming.
  • and in a split second, a speeding car comes swerving from side to side - the driver ignores pedestrians who jump out of the way
  • the only one, too slow to react, is you 
  • and hyungwon slows time - for himself - watches in slow motion as your eyes go wide, watches the driver in the front seat not even attempt to push a break
  • and he sees the impact, letting the time reverse back to normal
  • for a minute, people push past him as he stands there, someone calls the police, someone screams out for help
  • and now, thirty minutes later hyungwon rewinds his pocket watch again and this time he’s determined to stop it from happening
  • there he is, at the door of the cafe, your hair whips again in the wind and hyungwon this time sees that it’s color shimmers in the sun
  • he speeds of his pace, gets to you right as you step forward to cross the street
  • and he moves, long legs giving him a graceful like glide, to stand in front of you
  • looking up, you pull a headphone out of your ear and stare
  • the man in front of you, with glittering brown eyes and slicked back hair, is handsome. an actor? you think, only to open your mouth to ask what he’s doing 
  • then you feel it, a gust so strong that it nearly blows you back along with the loud sound of engines,,,, 
  • the man in front of you wraps both his arms around your waist, shields you from the huge wind that comes from an expensive looking car that races down the street
  • it speeds away, people shouting after it in anger
  • and you close your eyes, face nestled against the fabric of his suit - his smell, a light but enjoyable cologne 
  • when he let’s you go, you aren’t sure of how to react
  • “h-how did you know?”
  • you stutter and see his lip twitch before it turns up into a smile
  • “about the car?”
  • you nod, still star struck and stunned
  • “you wouldn’t believe me if i told you.”
  • he answers, and you notice that your hand is resting against his chest
  • maybe it had been in an effort to push him off you, or to cling closer when you heard the car speed by
  • either way, you feel something as you take your hand off, your palm brushes something in the pocket of his vest - it’s round,,,,,,,,a watch?
  • for a second neither of you say anything, till the man pulls the watch you felt out and murmurs something about having to get back on schedule
  • but you don’t want to just let him go, after all he did,,,,save your life
  • “wh-what’s your name?” you ask as he settles the watch back in its place
  • “my name? hyungwon.”
  • you repeat it and then moves you easily to the side as other pedestrians begin crossing the street
  • his touch is feathery, delicate - not like his embrace which had been tight and protective
  • “thank you,,,,hyungwon,,,,for saving me.”
  • he let’s his eyes wander your face, almost like he’s trying to remember every detail, then adds “don’t mention it. just, live happily from now on?”
  • it’s such a weird thing to say, but you nod as his arm falls from your shoulder
  • suddenly you get the feeling that you’ll never feel this touch again
  • “perhaps ill see you,,,,,,,,,,,,in the future?”
  • he flashes a smile, turning to walk back down the street which you came from
  • you see his tall, graceful silhouette and don’t question the fact that if he’s walking back that way -that means he’d have to have turned around to see you crossing the street,,,,,,,,unless he somehow knew,,,,,
  • you tell yourself it’s coincidence, but in your heart you feel it was something more,,,,,,,, 
  • when hyungwon hears back from the higher ups which he works for they tell him to never play ‘guardian angel’ again. he shrugs, says that for that one person - for you - it was worth it.
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Some versions UNDERCHASER >:3 

Really like fluffy paps, he should be drawn more often!!

Just categorizing a bit of what each pair does now


Underchaser

Sans is a thief, steals other criminals most of the time and generally causes trouble due to his nature. Papyrus is a mechanic/inventor, he creates gadgets to help his brother, he gets a bit overprotective.

Swap!Chaser:

Sans is a cop, he makes sure to arrest you (sometimes just because he suspects you), a bit harsh in judgement he takes action first and asks questions later. Papyus is a bit slow to react, he usually covers Sans back when he messes up big, he’s into saying cool catchphrases on the heat of the moment. 

Fell!Chaser.

Sans is a criminal,  he’s hired to do killings even if he doesn’t want it his brother forces him to do it. Papyrus is a mad scientist, usually doing experiments on captured victims.

Every Sans is older than Papyrus, even if they look childlike, the purple marks indicate that.

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Not Letting Go

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

This is The soulmate AU for Jason! I tried my best but I’m not sure how I feel about this one. Hope you guys like it!

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Your feet pounded off the concrete ground as you dashed down the street, ignoring the incredulous looks and glares being thrown your way by the other pedestrians. You were panting hard for breath but you didn’t dare stop, afraid of what your mother would think if you were late home. you knew she worried about you constantly as it was, it wouldn’t do to give her any more reason. Your father had walked out on the two of you when you were six. Your mother had gotten pregnant with you at sixteen and run away to Gotham with the man she’d fallen in love with. Since he’d left the only family either of you had was each other. Your mother worked hard to give you the best life she could, and you tried to reciprocate by making an effort to worry her as little as possible. She had enough on her plate as it was. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t hard, putting in your best effort despite how tired or defeated you might feel. You didn’t always succeed, but you did your best. 

It was a sunny Friday afternoon, and the streets of Gotham were packed with citizens milling about making the most of the summer heat. You ducked and weaved around them as best you could, but you were beginning to overheat and you knew your reflexes were getting sloppy. It didn’t help that you were wearing a long sleeved shirt. It wasn’t by choice; that morning you had misplaced the hairbands you normally wore on your wrist to conceal your soulmark. When you had proudly displayed it to your mother on the morning of your thirteenth birthday she had told you gently that while it was superb that it had appeared, it would be best if you kept it covered. Your teachers wouldn’t be pleased to see swear words written on your skin, however involuntary it was. You had been heartbroken at first to have to keep your soulmate’s words covered, but now you were mostly indifferent. It was just another in a long chain of disappointments. 

You were regretting your choice of clothing now though, your clothes were beginning to stick to your skin. You jogged around a corner into a shadier side street to get respite from the sun, hoping that your detour wouldn’t cost you any extra time. The second you did you smacked face first into something solid, falling back onto the ground with an “Oof,” You shook your head, dazed, and noticed a pair of legs just inches from your face. ‘Huh, that’s weird,’ 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” It took a moment for the words to register, and then you looked up into the face of the (outrageously handsome) man you had just bumped into. 

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Jason had been cooped up in the manor for days. He had sprained his wrist on patrol earlier in the week and Bruce had been very firm that he stay off patrol until it healed. It was just starting to drive him nuts when Alfred suggested he take a walk downtown and collect the ingredients he would need for dinner that evening. Jason wasn’t fooled, he knew Alfred could get them delivered if he wanted to, and this was a blatant ploy to get Jason out of the house before someone ended up seriously injured when he finally lost his head. Jason didn’t call him out on it, he was grateful for the excuse. 

He wasn’t overly fond of crowds however, the general atmosphere in Gotham that day was making him claustrophobic. Thus why he was walking down a narrow and less densely populated street when you had come around the corner and bashed right into his chest. He hadn’t been expecting it in the slightest, and having a grocery bag in each hand made him slow to react. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for being in the way or for failing to catch you when you fell. He juggled the bags into one hand and extended the other to help you up. You seemed confused, and he worried that you might have hurt yourself. When your eyes met his you gasped, ignoring his hand and scrambling to your feet on your own. “I’m fine, I’m so sorry, I have to go!” 

He watched, stunned, as you ran down the street and away from him. It was only when you were already out of sight that Jason recognized your words. They were written on his wrist. Jason took a minute to just stand there, thoughts racing. He had just met his soulmate. And she had taken one look and ran for it. Self loathing crept in like a slow fog. Of course you had, that was just Jason’s luck. A soulmate was the one thing life had promised him, the one person who was guaranteed to love him for himself. And even you didn’t want him. ‘No,’ The thought came unexpected, with a force that startled him. Jason had been waiting for this all his life, he’d be damned if he let you go without even giving him a chance first. If you decided he was an asshole then, that was your choice. But fuck it if he was sick of being disappointed. 

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When you reached your house you were already in tears. You had to take a moment to steady your breathing and pull yourself together before you went inside. A little part of you hated yourself for what you had just done, but you knew it was for the best. You weren’t going to give anyone else a chance to come into your life and mess it up further, even if it was your soulmate. You’d had enough of that already. You had been fine on your own for this long, that wasn’t going to change. “Mom I’m home!” You called into the quiet house, waiting for a reply before venturing into the kitchen. Maybe she had fallen asleep on the sofa again; starting a new job meant that she had been exhausted lately. There was a note on the table with your name on it and you unfolded it curiously. 

“I’ve had to trade shifts at work today, sorry sweetie! Dinner is in the fridge. I’ll be home by 10, be safe! I love you.  - Mom Xx’

You shook your head in disbelief, groaning. All that running for nothing. And meeting him! Well, it wasn’t like that could have been avoided. Fate and all that. You felt a twinge of loneliness at your mum’s absence but shrugged it off. She was doing her best for the both of you. You just wished there was somebody you could tell…

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You were sitting at your bedroom desk studying when there was a knock on your window. You jumped, letting out a surprised yelp. Your eyes flew to the window, your heart pounding. It was starting to get dark outside and you could only make out the tall silhouette of a person standing in your fire escape. You hesitated, unsure whether to check who it was or to run downstairs and lock yourself into the kitchen. The person knocked again, and you attempted to console yourself with the logic that if they were going to break in they probably would have done so already, as opposed to knocking first to warn you. Against your better judgement you edged towards the window, your heart in your throat. When you were close enough you could see that it was the man from earlier. ‘Your soulmate,’ a little voice in your head whispered. You told it to shut up. 

You wrenched open the window and glared out at him, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped when he just grinned back at you. You hissed, “Did you follow me home?!” You didn’t know if you were disturbed or impressed. You figured it should probably be disturbed. The man ignored your question, outstretching a hand towards you, seemingly for a handshake. “Hey. I’m Jason Todd, your soulmate. But you already knew that. Could we talk?” His casual tone threw you off, and unthinkingly you mumbled your name, taking his hand. The contact sent a jolt of energy through you and you wrenched your hand back, shivering. Jason just shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. He  seemed unaffected, but you noticed that he was looking at you a little too intensely to be casual. You deliberated for a moment, unsure whether or not you should refuse him. Eventually you decided that to do so would be rude, and this man hadn’t done anything to deserve that. Yet. You shrugged and ducked through the window, swinging yourself out onto the fire escape. Jason stepped back to give you room, letting out a surprised chuckle. You leaned back against the window, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. “Talk then,” 

He seemed unperturbed by your words, scuffing his shoe against the metal floor while he formulated his reply. Eventually he said, “Look, I’m not exactly the best guy. But I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time. I’d appreciate it if you’d at least get to know me before you decide that you don’t like me,” His tone was lighthearted; You would think he was joking if it weren’t for the seriousness of his gaze. You gulped. His request was only fair. You let out a heavy sigh as you brushed past him to sit on the stairwell. “That seems fair. Let’s get to know each other then. But I’m not promising anything, I don’t really buy into this whole soulmate business,” you warned. His answering smile was breathtaking. 

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You sat on the fire escape together for hours, talking about anything and everything right up until you heard your mum in the hallway calling out to you. The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, and to your utter dismay you found that you really liked this man. He was witty and clever and kind, and you felt entirely at ease in his presence. Like he had been made just for you. You told him about your dad, and about how you and your mom had had to manage on your own all these years. He had nodded understandingly, and told you a little of his own story. You were shocked and upset by his words, guilty now at having rejected him so quickly earlier. You could only imagine how that had made him feel. When it started to get cold he had shrugged off his jacket and handed it to you. The leather was warm when you pulled it on and smelled like oil and metal. It was a strangely appealing scent.

Your mom’s voice startled you, you hadn’t noticed that it had gotten so late. ”Up here mom!” You yelled through the window, praying she could hear you as you stood up. “I guess you have to go,” Jason smiled at you ruefully. You nodded, and surprising yourself, leaned in for a hug. He hugged you back without hesitation, holding you firmly to his chest as you both just drank in the others presence. When you at last pulled back you were blushing. “You will come back won’t you?” “Of course. You couldn’t stop me if you tried,” He joked. You started to take off his jacket but he shook his head. “Keep it. I’ll get it back from you next time,” “Okay,” You bit your lip to try to rein in the smile threatening to take over your face, but he noticed anyway and laughed. “You’d better go before your mum comes up here and catches us. Explaining that would be fun,” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh of course!” You scrambled back through the window, turning back to wave at him shyly. “Goodnight Jason,” “Goodnight, sweet dreams doll,” He teased, before disappearing down the stairwell. It was only when you emerged in the kitchen to greet your mum, grinning like a fool, that you remembered that you were still wearing Jason’s jacket. 

Never Ask (Peter Parker x Reader)

Prompts: 

‘You’re distracting me’
‘I didn’t say stop’

(I couldn’t fit that last prompt in the story, sorry!)

(from here) 

Requested by: @donttellpeterparker

A/N: Wow I haven’t posted in a long time but uni’s getting the best of me right now!

I hope you all enjoy this one ! x

Warnings: Fluffy AF

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Originally posted by tomshollandss



Your name: submit What is this?


Studying encased about 85% of (y/n)’s life and as she sat there in the state library, looking down at one of the most complicated questions in calculus that one could come across in high school, she contemplated this life.

“I could help you with that…” a voice from her left called.

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Snake Eyes | BTS Mafia AU (1)

Pairing: reader x jimin | Mafia/Gang AU

Genre: angst

Summary: You were assigned to protect, watch over, and defend him. Falling in love with him was just an inevitable side effect.

Word Count: 2,804

A/N: okay, so I have no idea how to properly knock out someone by cutting off their oxygen supply so I just googled it & winged it lol. hope it’s somewhat realistic.

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This week couldn’t get any worse. His father had gotten into a terrible car accident and suffered a heart attack. The girl he had been interested in completely blew him off. He lost his car keys. He had to attend an emergency meeting, where he defended his spot as the successor of his father’s pharmaceutical company. Not to mention he spilled hot, steaming coffee all over his favorite suit that morning.

That’s enough suffering for a week, right? But life seemed to have more in store for Park Jimin.

Just as he was storing some important company files in a random cereal box—it was his favorite hiding spot, because who would ever dare to look in a cereal box?—his phone began to ring. He placed the cereal box back into his pantry and frowned when he recognized the phone number as the hospital’s.

“Hello?”

“Is this Park Jimin?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry for being the bearer of bad news, but your father just passed away.”

“I’ll be right there.”

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Room 511.

Why did his room have to be on the fifth floor? You huffed as you hurried to put on some scrubs and a hospital mask. Careful as to not step on the nurse you just knocked out, you made your way out the door and immediately met your partner’s curious eyes.

“Not the nurse outfit I originally had in mind, but oh my, you look so innocent!” Jungkook chuckled at your appearance, resisting the urge to snap a quick picture of you to send to the guys to laugh at later. “So cute-“

“Can you not right now?” You interrupted with a hiss. “We have a person to kidnap!”

“You act as if we haven’t done something like this before.”

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Don’t worry about the next adventure, you’re already on it. This is something I need to remind myself constantly. I fail miserably, and often. I’m anticipating the next thing or worried about making the wrong choices and ending up somewhere that’s not as good as if I’d made a different choice.
Wouldn’t it be great to be Nick Cage in that movie Next? Remember that one? Where he can see every possible outcome of each of his choices, and just choose the best path? But we can’t all be Nick Cage. And if we all were Nick Cage, what a world that would be. A world of Nick Cages from the movie Next. All knowing what our outcome is gonna be for each decision.
What I’m getting at is that we’re not capable of seeing the future, and knowing which path is “better”. In fact, there is no “better” path, or “best” choice. The choices we make are the ones we make.
So we’re here now, listening to opportunities knock, and listening to the events that slow us down. We react, not to own the opportunities, but to let them guide us toward the next ones. And we react to our problems and troubles, not by stopping and laying defeated, but by shaping our world with safeguards and mechanisms to be better next time. And if we have the willpower, we can open source our mechanisms and opportunities to people around us, get the most out of our hard work, and make this life a little more breezy.