someone needs to help you out

“I think the only way to know is time. I feel like there are instances and circumstances in your life that always change.

You can think someone’s your friend, and it could be out of convenience, or there was something in it for them, or whatever. And a year later, something happens and you really need help, or all of a sudden they have to stand up for you, and it could be inconvenient for them or not benefit them. And they don’t have your back.

And you’re like, ‘Ok, that friendship was circumstantial. You were only my friend when it was easy.’ What’s hard is you can’t tell from the beginning.”

Camila Cabello on how to figure out if a friend is really fake. (Elle magazine)

I think the only way to know is time. I feel like there are instances and circumstances in your life that always change. You can think someone’s your friend, and it could be out of convenience, or there was something in it for them, or whatever. And a year later, something happens and you really need help, or all of a sudden they have to stand up for you, and it could be inconvenient for them or not benefit them. And they don’t have your back. And you’re like, “Ok, that friendship was circumstantial. You were only my friend when it was easy.” What’s hard is you can’t tell from the beginning.

So many people have disappointed me. And there’s also been so many people—not so many, but a few people who make everything worth it, stick through it, and they show loyalty. And no matter what goes down, seas or rough or calm Sunday afternoon, those are people that are worth it. You die for those people.

—  Camila Cabello in Is there a trick for figuring out if a friend is fake?
EXO Reaction when their GF changes them for a videogame/online game

Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*Writing a new song while you play* “I should have… taught her the world of music…. not the world of gaming yeah~”

Kris:

“Do you want to have some…. sexy time, oh you are busy? I see… no worries… I’ll just go to the bathroom….” 

Sehun:

*Needs attention* “Jagi please… give me a kiss? Yes? No? fine I’ll go ask Luhan he might say yes” 

Tao:

“ImmagoplayLolIt’sSoFun ugh” *Someone’s angry* “Fine ImmagoBuySomeGucciForMyselfBai” *Very angry* “And cake! Just for me! I’ll make out with the cake!”

Kai:

“Hello? Is this Anonymous gamers hotline? Can you help me? how do I get my girlfriend back? She won’t leave the computer… I’m scared that hot animated dude might have stolen my girlfriend”

Xiumin:

*Just watching you and thinking* “One day she’ll come home and the TV is gone… not gonna be able to watch my drama anymore but… ugh I want the TV gone… I’m jealous… yes tomorrow I’m giving it away.” *Sips cup of coffee*

Baekhyun:

*Such a dramatic baby* “Did she just… killed me? I thought we were a couple…. together forever… I need a break… this is betrayal..” *The student became better than the teacher xD*

Luhan:

*This is him behind the computer doing everything he can to get your attention back* “Maybe I should start taking my clothes off now”

Chen:

Sehun: “Why are we running away hyung?”
Chen: “Because I just broke my jagi’s laptop and told her it was you… at least she’s giving me attention now”

Kyungsoo:

“I wonder what she will do when she realizes her biggest enemy is me… she’ll realize all those fights have actually been online dates xD” *Someone’s been very busy leveling up his character* 

Lay:

“That game thinks it’s better than me? We’ll see… it can’t win against my famous shirtless floor humping”

Suho:

“I should buy all the internet in Korea and not give her the password…. yeah this sounds like the solution” *Someone’s desperate*

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Death Ever After - Part 2 - A New Life?

*Not My GIF*

Warnings: Death; Abuse; Depression; starvation; ETC

Pairings: Modern Marvel Alternate Universe x Reader; Bucky X Reader; Steve X Reader

Parts: 

Part 1 -  A True Hero

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“Richard…” I call again my hand moving up his arm to his shoulder. “Please answer me.” I say tears filling my eyes making it even harder to see. I reach up to his face and instantly feel the hot blood pouring down his face. “Oh my god Rich! Please wake up! You have to wake up! I need you!” I call out in agony as I try to figure out how to help him.

“Ma’am are you okay?!” I hear someone call out from behind me and I grip tightly to Richard.

“Help him, please, he won’t answer me!” I cry out as I cup his face in my hands.

“We need to get you out of the car,” The random stranger says and I shake my head.

“No, I won’t leave without Richard.”

“If we don’t get you out now you’ll die with him.”

“That’s fine, we’ll die together. I won’t leave him. help him first!”

“He’s already gone!” the guy cries out and my heart stops.

“NO! you’re lying! He’s just unconscious. I won’t leave him.” I cry out as I cling to him.

“Look the car is going to catch on fire, we have to get you out now!”

“NO LEAVE ME ALONE!!” I yell at them as I feel hands grip onto me pulling me away from Richard. “Richard! Wake up! Please don’t leave me!” I grip tightly to the steering wheel as I try to stay with him but a sharp pain in my stomach causes me to wince and momentarily forget myself as I wrap my arms around my waist. The bystanders pull me from the truck and carry me away as I kick and scream through the pain to try and get back to Richard.

“Confounded woman, Roy, go back and get the boy. She won’t calm down till he’s here next to her.”

“Sure thing Pa.” The boy responds as he races back to the truck.

“Look at me little lady,” The man I figured was Pa says but I won’t take my eyes off the truck.

“Richard…” I say my voice becoming hoarse.

“My boy’s gonna bring him to you. I need you to look at me.”

“It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s not sweetheart, it was an accident.”

“If he hadn’t met me he wouldn’t be hurt.” I say tears streaming down my face. “It’s all my fault.”

“I called an ambulance, but I don’t think they’ll get here in time to help the boy.” A woman’s voice says making more tears fall.

“Stay here with her Ange, I’ll help Roy with the boy.” The old man says and I instantly feel a soft hand take mine.

“I want Richard.” I say as I reach out with a blood-stained hand toward the wrecked truck.

“Calm down sweetie. Roy and his Pa will help your friend. Calm down and look at me. I need you to stay conscious.”

“It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” Is the last thing I said before the world went dark.

The bright light hitting my face caused me to open my eyes. Everything was blurry so I blink a few more times as I try to focus on my surroundings. As they slowly come into focus the events from that night come back to me and my heart clenches. I reach up to my neck for Richards necklace but its not there. Throwing the blankets back I go to stand up only to be pulled backwards by the IV and heart monitor. I glance at them for a moment before I rip them out of my arm and start for the door ignoring the alarm that was now going off.

“Richard!” I yell out hoarsely as I try to find my friend. He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be. “Richard!” I cry again this time a little louder notifying the nurses that I was up and wondering around. “Where is he?!” I cry out as a nurse runs up to me.

“Where is who sweetie?” She asks her deep southern accent filling her words.

“Richard, my friend. Where is he?” I ask looking around only to freeze hen a familiar pair of icy blue eyes stare daggers into mine. “Bucky, where is Richard?” I ask ignoring his disgusted gaze.

“My brother,” He says his voice cracking momentarily causing him to roll his lips before he clears his throat and adds, “You killed my brother.”

“What?!” I ask not comprehending his words at first.

“He’s dead because of you. If he hadn’t been with you, he’d still be alive. It’s your fault he’s dead.”

“Mr. Barnes, don’t you think that’s a little uncalled for?” the nurse chastises but I ignore her words.

“It is my fault,” I say making them both stare at me. “I killed him.”

“Yes, you did.” Bucky replies staring into your eyes. “It should have been you instead of him.”

“Mr. Barnes that is quite enough!” A male doctor yells out making the nurse holding me jump. “Miss Lopez, please escort our patient back to her room.”

“Yes, Doctor Banner.” Miss Lopez replies as she half drags me back to my room. On the way back, I remember the necklace and asks, “My necklace, where is it?”

“It’s in your room with your effects.” She says and I no longer fight against her. I let her lead me back to my bed and after she replaced the IV and hooked me back up to the monitor she reaches over to a small envelope and gingerly lifts the silver chain and key out of it and hands it to me. As I take it from her I grip it tightly and hold it to my chest. None of this seemed real. Richard, my loving and caring Richard was gone, and it was all my fault. I had killed him. He was dead because he was with me. Turning over on my side I start to cry. I cry so hard and so much that I pass out from exhaustion.

“Doctor, I can’t get her to eat anything.” I overhear the nurse saying to Dr. Banner just outside my room after I return the latest tray of food they had gotten me.

“There’s no helping it, I’ll talk to her.” He replies before opening the door and walking inside. “How are we doing today (Name)?” He asks and I ignore him my eyes focused on the window. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air.” He says and without so much as another word throws my blanket back off my legs. I turn toward him anger in my eyes but he ignores me as he lifts me up into his arms and carries me out of my room and down the hall until he can find a wheelchair. He sets me down into the chair and then straightening his coat grabs the handles of the wheelchair and starts to push me toward the courtyard.

“What are you doing?!” I ask anger filling my voice.

“Getting you some fresh air.” He says wheeling me to a bench.

“I don’t want any.” I reply as I try to stand up only to have him grab my shoulders and push me back down into the chair.

“Be a good girl, and listen to your doctor.”

“No,”

“Don’t make me angry, you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”

“I don’t like you right now.”

“Then we have something in common. You’re being a stubborn child,”

“And you’re overstepping your doctor boundaries.”

“Let’s agree to disagree.”

“No. I want to go back inside.”

“Why? So, you can shrivel up and die from malnutrition?” He asks kneeling down in front of me.

“Maybe,” I answer honestly.

“Why do you want to die?” He asks noticing my intent.

“Because it’s what I deserve.”

“Why do you think that? Because of what Mr. Barnes said?” He asks and my face pales. “He’s just upset that he lost his brother. He doesn’t mean the words he said.

“Yes, he does.” I reply my eyes focused on Dr. Banners. “He would never say something he doesn’t mean. Especially when it’s the truth.”

“It’s not the truth. What happened to Richard was not your fault. You two were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“And we were there because he came to save me.”

“Save you? What do you mean?” he asks and I shake my head.

“Doesn’t matter now. When can I go home?” I ask knowing that if I went home Earl would most likely kill me. That’s what I deserved and wanted anyway. Every one that loved and cared for me was gone anyway.  

“About that,” He pauses to sit on the bench beside my wheelchair. “Since there was no one alive in your records we were forced to call your biological father.”

“No one alive?” I ask confusion filling my voice.

“Your stepfather, the police found lying dead from alcohol poisoning on your kitchen floor. I’m sorry for your loss.” He says and I stare out across the courtyard completely devoid of emotion.

“And what did my birth father say?”

“He’s coming to get you. He’s going to take responsibility for you.”

“Tell him not to worry about me.” I say reaching up to run my finger therapeutically across the smooth metal. “No one else needs to get hurt because of me.”

“You’re not blaming yourself for your stepfather’s death too, are you?” Banner asks and I shake my head.

“No, he did that to himself. He knew he drank too much.”

“Then why are you worried about your father?”

“Cause the people who care about me tend to die around me.” I answer honestly making him look away from me out to into the courtyard.

“I could tell you it’s not true and that you just have bad luck but knowing you like I do now, it won’t mean anything. You’ll believe what you want to believe. No matter how wrong it is.”

“Can you at least tell me what my real fathers name is?” I ask suddenly curious.

“Stark, Howard Stark.” He replies and my eyes widen.

“What?! The billionaire? How is he my father?” I ask suddenly filled with denial.

“He was the father written on your birth certificate. He sounded surprised when I called him about you. I don’t think your mother ever told him about you.” He says looking from the courtyard to me. “And from your reaction, I take it you didn’t know either.”

“She would never tell me. I just took it as he was some lowlife that she regretted meeting. I left it at that.” I say as the breeze gently moves my hair out of my face. “How wrong was I?”

“Since you are still a minor, if he doesn’t take you in, you’ll go into the system.”

“And that would look bad on him if any reporters caught wind of it.”

“Don’t take it that way,” Banner says taking my hand in his. “He may not be as bad as they say.”

“Well it wouldn’t be the first abusive parent I’ve had.” I say as I reach up to rub the key.

“What do you mean?” Banner asks his eyes falling from mine to the key I was clutching to for dear life.

“Nothing,” I say clearing my throat. “So, when is he supposed to show up?”

“He’ll be here by tonight.” Banner says, “But if you’d like, I can continue to be your doctor. That way you won’t be completely alone in your new home. Plus, you’ll need some physical therapy for your arm and legs since you refuse to exercise.”

“I don’t want to cause any more trouble than I already have.” I say looking down at my lap.

“No trouble at all. I’ll be with your every step of the way.”

“Thank you, Doctor Banner.”

“Please call me Bruce.” He says gently patting my shoulder. I glance from him across the courtyard and a familiar face causes me to fill with fear.

“I’d like to go inside now Bruce,” I say as I reach down to move my wheels myself. Bruce grabs the handles of my chair and starts to push me inside when a pair of black high heels step into our path. I keep my eyes focused on the ground as she says, “(Name) can we talk?” I ignore her my hand unconsciously moving back to the key.

“Hello, I’m Bruce Banner, (Name)’s doctor.” Bruce says holding his hand out for her to take.

“Oh, hello doctor, I’m Rebecca Barnes.” She replies taking his hand.

“Barnes? Oh, right, I’m sorry about your loss.” He says putting two and two together.

“Thank you, doctor, but I came here to talk to (Name).” Rebecca says worry in her voice.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I say not looking at her.

“(Name), come on.” She starts her voice cracking, “I want to apologize for Bucky.”

“Don’t,” I say finally looking up into her blue eyes. The sight of them instantly reminded me of Bucky’s and I could feel the pain and accusation in them. “I know what I did. Believe me if I could change places with Rich I would.”

“No, (Name), that’s not what I want. Do I miss my brother, yes; but I wouldn’t wish you to take his place. You’re my friend too. I’m worried about you.”

“Well don’t be.” I snap and she stares at me tears in her eyes. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore. I’ll be gone soon enough.”

“What are you talking about?” Rebecca asks surprise in her voice.

“I’d like to go in now Doctor Banner.” I say ignoring her question.

“Wait (Name), please, you’re all I have left of Richard. Mom locked his room up, no one is allowed to go in there. All his pictures have been taken down. Please, I can’t lose you too.”

“REBECCA!” A familiar angry voice yells out causing my body to fill with fear as I grip tightly to the arm rests. I look anywhere but at him.

“Bucky, what are you doing here?” Rebecca asks moving to stand in front of me blocking his view.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He asks nearing us. My body starts to shake from fear.

“I came to check on (Name).” she answers honestly.

“Why? It’s her fault she’s here.” He says and I feel my heart clench.

“No, it’s not Bucky, what happened was an accident.” Rebecca retorts angrily.

“Keep telling yourself that.” He goes to walk past Rebecca only to stop as he realizes I am behind her. I feel something wet drip down my cheek and I realize I was crying. He stares at me for a moment before I say, “Please take me inside.”

“I think it’s time the two of you left.” Doctor Banner says to them as he quickly pushes me inside. “Ignore him (Name). You have a second chance at life. Take it.”

Will Continue-

Is there a trick for figuring out if a friend is fake?

I think the only way to know is time. I feel like there are instances and circumstances in your life that always change. You can think someone’s your friend, and it could be out of convenience, or there was something in it for them, or whatever. And a year later, something happens and you really need help, or all of a sudden they have to stand up for you, and it could be inconvenient for them or not benefit them. And they don’t have your back. And you’re like, “Ok, that friendship was circumstantial. You were only my friend when it was easy.” What’s hard is you can’t tell from the beginning.

— Camila Cabello talking to @elle

anonymous asked:

Do you think therapy can be helpful or does it just keep us in our heads? I feel like I need therapy because I've kind of lost my shit mentally this year, I don't know what happened but I'm so disconnected from myself. Someone close to me told me in don't need therapy, that I just need to get out of my head and reach out to the people in my life. Because I find myself living in this self imposed box without even realizing it

I think it definitely helps. Finding the right one is key though. One that you feel comfortable with.

You have to be willing to open up and get into it though. Fear can guard us and the fear of telling someone our things and being laughed at secretly or rejecting is a huge barrier and I think that is why your friends will tell you you need to open up to the ones around you, but they are not trained to deal with all of that and they may or may not be able to point you in a healing direction.

So, the key is opening up and letting things out. Talking definitely helps. Maybe start with writing right now. Write how you feel. Write all the words down that box you in and let all that frustration out on the page and then delete it or burn it. Then there is no fear of judgement. This can be how you can dip your toes into all of this and get some weight off. Be gentle with yourself, but push to give these things life and to let them out at the speed they want to be let out at.

I hope this helps,

~greg

Moving On From Ollie

I pray, do not be more “cautious.” If something happens again, remember than your pride is not worth risking that this IS happening to someone. If someone comes to you about their rape, help them and advocate for them. If someone posts about killing themselves, reach out and try to help them. Do not take this as a lesson of restricting yourself when someone needs help. Be good.

anonymous asked:

Little cutie bean I'd hug you all day!! What happened?

im really stressed out bc i have no money and no way to get a job and i feel alone and sad and i really need a hug and for someone to help me because no one will

1. Don’t rush. If there’s something you’ll miss, it will be the time you have now.
2. Stop wasting time blaming yourself and blaming others–things happen for a reason, even if the reason will make sense ten years down the road.
3. Don’t stay around toxic people just because you’re afraid of being alone. Being your own best friend has its perks, and there’s no one else you’ll spend more time with than yourself.
4. Be yourself, unapologetically. It may be embarrassing now, but you will learn that there’s nothing more interesting than someone true to themselves.
5. Don’t be afraid of voicing your thoughts, don’t be afraid of calling out people that hurt you.
6. Write. Write. Write. It will help you clear your mind and also distract yourself when you’re anxious. Writing will be your best friend.
7. Learn all you can, and enjoy it all you want. Knowledge is the only thing truly yours.
8. Be the friend you need, the friend you want.
9. Read all you can. You’ll find the words you can’t say in the lips of others, you’ll find shelter.
10. Love yourself. That’s the only love you will have, constantly, and the only one that will stick with you even if you fail.
—  Ten things I wish I could say my younger self // Flowerybooks.

Aries: you’re faking happiness, again. With that big smile that I don’t believe in, even when you smile you want to cry. Don’t lie to me, I can hear it in your voice when you’re sad. You may fake your happiness but you’re unhappy in general because you keep trying to please everyone even when you say you don’t care what anyone thinks anymore.

Taurus: you’re forgetting to take care of yourself, you’re forgetting to stop and smell the flowers. You’re forgetting yourself because there are millions of other people who need help, but hey. Save the world: start with yourself.

Gemini: stop trying to please everyone and then go along with their plans like someone blinded you. You have your own opinions, plans. Use your voice, live. Communicate with everyone and show them what you’re good at because love, you’re burning out.

Cancer: the stars shine for you again, you’re in such a contradict with yourself and your mind. You’re stuck in a spiderweb, speaking words of dust and cobwebs. I’m afraid I can’t save you, the spider’s dead. Save yourself because last time I looked in your eyes and I lost everything, I lost everything.

Leo: call that friend you’ve been forgetting, they’re missing you. People need you more than you realize. People miss you when you don’t talk to them just like you miss them. Don’t put yourself down love.

Virgo: I always forget the coldness of your hands but I swear that when I touch you my fingers split open with pain. Something so painful is yet so beautiful. And I always dreamed of fairtytales until I saw your face and was reminded that they’re not real. They’re not real; but you’re pretty damn close.

Libra: the jewelry around your neck doesn’t make me wander me from your fake smile and glossy eyes. You’re strong, but you’ve been over this path of glass one too many times and the shards always make you bleed. I know familiarity is important for you but why don’t you try the path with warm sand instead? You keep making yourself bleed.

Scorpio: you won’t find yourself or your confidence when you keep hiding your face under the lid of your hoodie darling. You’re beautiful, dare to be brave, open. Shock them all with your contagious smile. They don’t need to understand, happiness is not understandable. It’s beautiful, like you. Be your unpredictable self.

Sagittarius: the moon slips ink down your throat and you keep choking on the lies you tell to keep yourself save. I have an adventure for you and it starts at the top of your personality and ends and your lifeline: seek your heartbeat, find your faith.

Capricorn: for the last time, you’re more important than you think you are. You’re worth more than they’ll ever know. There’s not much to say, the seas are spotted red and your eyes always end up getting lost in it at the end of the night. It’s alright because for the thousandth time, there’s someone by your side.

Aquarius: the unfamiliarity of the sunset that lights fires in your heart may be a welcome surprise but your hands are still cold and winter is about to make things a whole lot more chilly. Find a home, you’re save when you’re there.

Pisces: you’re making mistakes I don’t understand but I am not the one to judge for I don’t know the things in your head. And I will try my best and say I do the best that I can but I can’t defend your actions, you’re too special to go down for this.

“Find someone who chooses you no matter what. Who doesn’t mind giving up a night out to look into your eyes and hold your hands until your breathing slows down. Or wants to go grocery shopping with you as much as they want to hide beneath your sheets together all weekend. Or sometimes puts your needs before their own, because you’re feeling a little stressed and they know you deserve the help just that tiny bit more. Find someone who understands every facet of your personality, and loves each one equally, because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that someone who won’t even consider giving up their time for you isn’t worth your time at all.”

A Little Description of The Signs

Aries: you’re faking happiness, again. With that big smile that I don’t believe in, even when you smile you want to cry. Don’t lie to me, I can hear it in your voice when you’re sad. You may fake your happiness but you’re unhappy in general because you keep trying to please everyone even when you say you don’t care what anyone thinks anymore.

Taurus: you’re forgetting to take care of yourself, you’re forgetting to stop and smell the flowers. You’re forgetting yourself because there are millions of other people who need help, but hey. Save the world: start with yourself.

Gemini: stop trying to please everyone and then go along with their plans like someone blinded you. You have your own opinions, plans. Use your voice, live. Communicate with everyone and show them what you’re good at because love, you’re burning out.

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How to Overcome Emotional Numbness

Emotional numbness is where we experience mild to severe feelings of detachment – so it’s hard for us to access normal feelings any more. This includes both negative and positive emotions as you can’t decide to shut just one feeling off. Common causes of emotional numbness include different stresses or traumas … from receiving bad news … to being in an accident … to recovering from the death of someone close … to a relationship breakup … to feeling deeply humiliated or ashamed. So how do you overcome emotional numbness and live with emotional integrity again?

1. The first thing to do is to choose to respect and allow all emotions – no matter what they are. Also, try and grasp the fact that suppressing your emotions will likely lead to heartache and problems later on (as they’ll possibly resurface at inappropriate times.)

2. Try to understand that feelings and actions are two very different, and unrelated, things. That is, you can still feel angry without becoming violent – so don’t assume your feelings will affect your actions, too.

3. Try to figure out the message behind intense emotions. Are you angry because you’ve been hurt, used or abused? Are you sad because deep down you feel that you’ll never find true love - as you can’t believe that anyone will love you for yourself?

4. Take that risk – and find the courage to ask someone for help. If you’re honest with yourself, you’ll know that there are those who genuinely love you like – like a true and caring friend. The important thing is not to try and isolate yourself, and to make the extra effort to prioritise self-care. You need other people to help you work through this.

5. Seek professional help if the symptoms persist. There are excellent counsellors and therapists out there who have the training and skills to help you to get free – so you can live a more fulfilling and normal, healthy life.

6. Be patient within yourself. It’s likely to take time – as you will need to learn to trust, and take some barriers down, so you can be yourself again (and that is often hard to do when you’ve experience hurt and pain).

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Is there a dream role? Not a dream role. There’s dream directors because again at the end of the day, the role… you could have the greatest script, you could have the greatest role, you could have the greatest cast, it doesn’t mean shit if you don’t have a good director. I’ve seen amazing scripts that I was like this is going to murder at the Oscars come out and be a dud. And I’ve seen scripts that were very, very average and mediocre come out and be sleeper hits because it begins and ends with the director.

hush, hush (m.) | 01

bangtan + fuckboy au

genre: smut (!!!) | angst (!!!) | oral sex | hate fuck | closet sex

word count: 4.4k


Every school has its golden couple. You know, they’re the pair that will stay together all through college, eventually, get married, and live happily ever after in a large house with their equally as large amount of children. You’ve seen them in the courtyard - hands clasped together in a perfect fit - you’ve seen them in your classes - effortlessly answering questions while sliding each other knowing looks - and you’ve definitely seen them at all the parties - before they head upstairs to one of the bedrooms, of course.

You know them. Everybody knows them. How could you not know them? Their lives were perfect, their friends were perfect, and their looks were perfect. They are perfect, popular, admired, and most importantly, in love.

Or at least, they were.

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The Five Times You Lay Your Eyes on Bucky || Bucky Barnes

Relationship: Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary: The five times you lay your eyes on Bucky. 

Warnings: none!!

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: honestly I wrote this on a whim and I kinda love it ???


The first time you lay your eyes on Bucky you’re just starting your late night shift at the diner. Your eyes lock with his as you tie your apron around your waist, blushing as he sends a wink in your direction. 

It was Friday night, which meant it was busy with intoxicated people flowing in from the pub across the street to the diner in search of some greasy food to satisfy their cravings. 

You were overwhelmed, serving five tables all at once, trying to get their orders out in a timely fashion while refilling their drinks. It’s not like you meant to do it on purpose, you were just rushing through the orders that your hand knocked over a man’s drink as you took their menu. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” you stumbled out as you grabbed a towel, patting down the table before grabbing the now empty cup from it’s position on it’s side, a rough hand catching your wrist, “you better be gettin’ me a new one for free,” the man spat in your face aggressively before pushing you harshly away from the table making you stumble. 

Tears formed in your eyes as you mumbled out an another apology, being cut off by an unfamiliar voice halfway through, “that’s no way to treat a lady,” the voice barked behind you, but it didn’t make you cower, it comforted you. 

“And if you’ve got a problem with her you best be comin’ to me first,” whoever was behind you spoke again making the man nod his head before apologizing to you repeatedly.

You quickly walked away behind the counter, footsteps following you as you finally looked up to see Bucky’s concerned eyes ghost over your face, “he didn’t hurt ya, did he doll?” He asked in a gentle voice, nothing like he sounded just seconds ago.

Tears had spilled past your eyes and onto your cheek as you nodded, unable to form a sentence, still in shock and completely overwhelmed, “I promise he won’t be botherin’ you no more,” Bucky said again, a smile appearing on your face as he wiped away a stray tear. 

“Thanks, Bucky,” you croaked as he let out a small chuckle, “anytime, doll,” he winked before he made his way out of the diner, a small group of men following him as they got onto their bikes, engines roaring to life. 

Your eyes met Bucky’s one more time through the glass as he did a small salute with his fingers before riding away into the night leaving you with butterflies in your stomach and a hurricane of thoughts in your mind. 


The second time you’d seen Bucky was walking home after a horrible date, your arms crossed over your chest as you kicked a couple of stray rocks and twigs with your heel clad shoes, not caring if they were getting scuffed all the while mumbling about how much of a prick your date was. 

“Rough night?” A voice brought you out of your thoughts as you turned to your left to see Bucky leaning against his bike, arms crossed over his chest as his leather jacket and black jeans hugged every muscle. 

“You wouldn’t believe it,” you chuckled dryly as you stood on the pavement in front of Bucky, “Lemme guess,” Bucky smirked as he straightened out his posture, “all talk no action sorta guy?” He guessed as you dropped your head, chuckling, “how’d you guess?” You asked almost rhetorically as Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “lucky guess,” he said as he moved to grab a helmet. 

“How ‘bout I give you a ride home?” He suggested, holding out the helmet to you as you thought it over, “why not,” you shrugged before Bucky got on his bike, you following his actions as you loosely wrapped your arms around his torso, “you’re gonna have to hold on tighter than that, doll,” he chuckled as you tightened your grip on him as his engine roared to life once more. 

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, passing his helmet to him as he smiled, “it was my pleasure, darlin’,” he said before you both fell into a sort of awkward silence, “well, I should get going,” you said as he nodded his head, “yeah for sure,” he said but you didn’t move. 

You turned around taking one step before turning around hastily walking over to Bucky, giving him a kiss on his cheek, “thanks again,” you whispered as a blush crept over your cheeks, “like I said, anytime, doll,” he said, his breath fanning over your face from your close proximity. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers moved a strand of hair behind your face, “better get home before your parents start to get worried darlin’,” he whispered as you nodded, practically skipping up the steps to your home. 


The third time that your eyes landed on Bucky was when you were grabbing the mail on a Sunday morning, fluffly robe, cat pj pants, and koala slippers. Your heart kicked as his eyes landed on yours, a smirk making its way onto his face. 

You cursed yourself for stepping out of the house in the state you were in, hoping that Bucky would continue to mow the neighbours lawn instead on striking up a conversation with you. 

Luck was not on your side as Bucky jogged up to you, smirk not faltering. 

“Mornin’ stranger,” he chuckled as you grabbed the multiple envelopes from your mailbox, “mornin’ Buck,” you giggled as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest, the tank top he was wearing left little to the imagination. 

“You mowing lawns now?” You teased as he chuckled, “Mrs. Braverman needed a strong, handsome fella to help her out,” he winked as you rolled your eyes, “then get back to work, Barnes,” you said walking back towards your front door. 

“I sure will, kitten,” he shouted back as you sighed knowing you had just gotten a knew nickname from him, “never again,” you mumbled to yourself, stepping inside the house, swearing to throw out those dreaded pyjama pants. 


The fourth time you saw Bucky was when you walked passed an ally hearing someone groan in pain as you did. You told yourself that you should just ignore it, that it wasn’t a good idea to get mixed up with whoever’s business it was. 

That was until you heard a man snicker, “should’a thought twice ‘bout challengin’ me, Barnes.” 

You took a deep breath mustering up as much courage as you could before venturing into the alley, your heels clacking along the pavement, echoing so much that it got the men’s attention.

Bucky was on the ground, face bloodied as three men stood over him, “what’re you doin’ here, little lady,” one of the men snickered, coming closer to you. He reeked of body odour and whiskey, almost making you sick to your stomach, “let him go,” you said sternly, eyes flickering over to Bucky’s whose were pleading for you to just run. 

“Or what?” They taunted as you rolled your eyes, “you really wanna beat up a lady? Go ahead,” you smirked as all the men snarled before brushing past you, “you’re lucky your girl saved you, Barnes,” they spat, “next time you won’t be lucky,” they barked before leaving the alley. 

“Are you crazy!” Bucky gasped as he jumped up, slightly limping towards you, “don’t you ever do that again, ya hear me, doll?” He said, hands cupping your face as his desperate eyes searched yours. 

“I couldn’t let them hurt you,” you whispered, his thumb rubbing over your cheeks as he closed his eyes, shaking his head, “let’s get out of here,” he said as you nodded. You wrapped your arm around his torso as he wrapped his around your shoulder for support before you made it to your house. 

“Sit,” you commanded as he did what he was told, sitting on the covered toilet as you grabbed a bunch of medical supplies, “you’re lucky my parents are doctors,” you joked as you began cleaning his face, “that I am,” he mumbled, watching your concentrated expression as you moved on fixing him up. 

“There,” you said, throwing the last piece of bloodied tissue in the trash, “all done,” you smiled as Bucky examined his face in the mirror, “you’re real good at this, sure you don’t got anyone else to practice on?” He half-joked as you chuckled, “I’m a fast learner,” you smiled as he brushed some of your hair behind you ear, cupping your jaw with his hand. 

“Thank you,” he mumbled as your eyes fixated on each others. Everything around you seemed to still as Bucky slowly leaned in, until his lips were just inches from yours. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tippie toes as you closed the space between the two of you, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss, Bucky’s free hand pulling you closer to him. 

“You’re very welcome,” you winked as you pulled apart, leaving Bucky’s head spinning. 


The fifth time you saw Bucky he was stood outside the carnival entrance, flipping a coin as he leaned against the wooden fence, eyes searching for your own. The second they met yours he dropped his coin and pushed off the fence to embrace you in a hug. 

“You came,” he said, awestruck by your presence, “I told ya I would,” you said, wrapping your arms around his torso as he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leading you inside. 

It took weeks of convincing, but you had finally agreed on going on a date with Bucky. You were hesitant, not because you didn’t like him, but because your parent’s would surely have heart attacks if they found out you were going out with the town’s bike gang leader. 

“I’m, uh, really happy you’re here,” Bucky said shyly as he intertwined his fingers with yours, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks, “is the infamous Bucky Barnes blushing?” You teased, tilting his chin up with your index and middle finger. 

“Am not,” he said defensively, pulling you towards the ferris wheel, “I’m just a little cold,” he tried to cover up as you giggled, “whatever you say,” you teased as he wrapped his arms around your torso. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you said in awe as the ferris wheel reached the top, “not as beautiful as you, doll,” Bucky quipped as you hid your face in the crook of his neck in a desperate attempt to hide your own blush.

“Oh is the infamous [Y/N] [Y/L/N] blushing,” Bucky mocked your previous words as you narrowed your eyes at him, “you’re lucky you’re cute,” you said as he pulled you closer to him, “ditto,” he mumbled against your lips before pressing them in a passionate kiss making your toes curl. 

“You should sneak out more often,” Bucky chuckled as you whimpered at the loss of his lips against yours, “less talking more kissing,” you mumbled before threading your fingers through his hair as he happily pressed his lips against yours again. 

Needless to say it was a bit difficult to keep your hickey’s covered from your parents as they scolded you. 

Thank God for fall or else your parents would be livid about the marks on your thighs. 

Dusk to Dawn | 1 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: soulmate!AU angst, fluff, smut

warnings: swearing, smut, use of alcohol, smoking, lowkey going to be heartbreaking

word count: 11.6K

summary: You meet Jungkook in psychology class who acts like he has it all figured out, however as you two get closer you realize you are more alike than you two originally thought. Unfortunately for the two of you, fate has another plan in mind which will test yours and Jungkook’s relationship in more ways than one. 

part 1 of 2 

Originally posted by jeonyween


Fall Semester 

August 

The first day of the new fall semester has been nothing less of eventful. Not only did you sleep past your alarm by more than thirty minutes, not only did you not get a cup of coffee in you this morning, not only did you realize that you had forgotten your psychology textbook back at your apartment until you got to class, and not only were you ten minutes late to class, you somehow were able to calm yourself down enough to where you did not cause a commotion once you entered the lecture hall.

Once you sat down, places towards the back mainly open, you opened your laptop trying to blend in with everyone like you had not just missed the first ten minutes of class. You focused in on what your professor was saying, trying to ignore the fact that you had also forgotten to brush your teeth as well.

“In my class, we will learn about all sorts of things,” the professor states, “From children, to sociopaths, the human mind, to medicine, to love… and sex,” he pauses for a moment, a smirk on his face, “and yes, we will be talking about soulmates, too for those wondering, although many of you may already know where I’m at with this,” he continues.

Your face suddenly drops. Soulmate. You have heard the term all of your life and as you have gotten older, the more you try to ignore it.

Your older sister soulmate’s name carved into her left wrist at the tender age of fourteen and found the guy when she was seventeen. Your best friend soulmate’s named etched its name onto his left wrist when he was eighteen. The special thing about your soulmate’s mark, is that their name is written in their handwriting. A sacred thing that you have yet to experience. Everyone you knew, had received a name by the time they were eighteen… except you.

You were now 21, going on 22 and a name still has yet to be marked on you. You’ve heard stories of people never finding their soulmate and dying alone and depressed. Not only that, but you have also heard of the physical pain that comes along when never finding a soulmate.

Thankfully you have never experienced any physical pain yet, which gives you hope that the name is still yet to come.

“Excuse me,” a voice, a whisper, knocks you out of your thoughts. You glance over to see a boy with light brown hair and big doe brown eyes staring at you. “I think you dropped this,” there in front of you, the mysterious boy holds up a pencil that must have slipped out of your hand while you were in thought.

“Oh, thanks,” you say in a whisper, snatching it back from the boy giving him one last look before turning your attention back on the professor.

You internally groan to yourself and you can tell this is already going to be a long year.

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