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Paper Hearts Finale

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 6.4k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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♡JK ♡JM

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Soooooo, judging solely by a hat and these panels


I’m now wondering if we’ll get to meet another crewmate of Roger in Wano 

hmmmmm

someone, who requested to not be named, asked me to try to convince them in a post as to why Jinbei should join the Straw Hat crew. first, i’d like to start off by saying that i, personally, have been rooting for Jinbei to join the Straw Hats ever since Luffy popped the question back on Fishman Island. and there was no doubt in my mind that Jinbei would eventually be a part of the Straw Hat crew, and it really only became a matter of when will he join since then. 

so… to those who oppose to or express their dislike of Jinbei as the next Straw Hat member for reasons such as, “he’s not ‘straw hat material’!!” or “he’s too serious to be a Straw Hat…” or “Character A, B, or C should join the Straw Hats instead of Jinbei!!” blah blah blah… and to that, my initial reaction is:

but on a more serious note, when some of you say Jinbei’s not ‘straw hat material’, what exactly do you mean by ‘straw hat material’?? last i checked, there was never a specific set of qualities a character had to have in order for them to become a Straw Hat member. literally, and i mean LITERALLY, the only thing that made one a Straw Hat is based on whether Luffy had invited you to join his crew or not (with Robin being a special case, but that’s not the point here). everyone in the crew has very distinct personalities, so i don’t get this whole ‘straw hat material’ reasoning. 

and let me just break this down for those who come up with the reason of not wanting Jinbei to join because he’s “too serious” to be a member of the Straw Hats. so, we were first officially introduced to Jinbei’s character back in Impel Down, and learned that he was imprisoned because he was opposed to the impending war between the Marines and the Whitebeard Pirates. being surrounded in such a grim situation, where you’re trying to prevent a whole damn war from happening, there was no time for Jinbei to even be fooling around. then next, the story delved more deeply into his character during the Fishman Island arc. however, this time he’s found in a sort of similar situation where he’s trying to prevent history from repeating itself. so yes, to some, he may have come across as being a rather serious character up to this point. but if you think about it, there haven’t really been many instances where Jinbei could let loose and show other less serious sides of himself, but that doesn’t mean that his seriousness is all there is to him. in fact, Jinbei has shown that he can be kind of a dork at times too, and his devil-may-care attitude. (***SPOILER ALERT!!!*** for those who haven’t read the manga) we hear from Aladdin that Jinbei has been talking incessantly about Luffy for over the past 2 years since the timeskip, to which Jinbei actually BLUSHED when he realizes he’s been talking about Luffy that often (reminds me of two certain older brothers of Luffy who can’t stop talking about their lil bro either…). and Jinbei also literally laughed in the face of danger while blatantly telling Nami that he’s rebelling against Big Mom. it’s been mentioned time and time again throughout the current arc that no one who ever walked away from Big Mom’s crew has ever lived to tell the tale, and yet here Jinbei is, LAUGHING as he outright declares he’s rebelling against Big Mom. (***END SPOILERS***) so yeah, Jinbei has often showed his serious side when it’s time to be serious, but that’s definitely not all there is to him. and frankly speaking, i think when it comes down to it, if there has to be one absolute requirement to become a Straw Hat, it should be based on whether one is an inherently good person or not; it should go without saying that Jinbei is probably one of the most selfless characters in One Piece.

oh, and let’s not forget how many times Jinbei has saved Luffy’s life too. not once, when he tried to protect an already unconscious Luffy, who just lost Ace, from a direct attack by Akainu… not twice, when he stayed by Luffy’s side during his lowest point and reminded Luffy that he still had reason to live despite just losing Ace in the war… not thrice, when he donated his blood to Luffy, who at the time desperately needed a blood transfusion after losing a large amount of blood back on Fishman Island… and (*SPOILER ALERT*) last but not least, when he saved Luffy from ripping his arms off in a desperate attempt to get out of Mont D’or’s book… (*END SPOILERS*) all in all, Jinbei has saved Luffy 4 times in total… has anyone else saved Luffy from the brink of death more than 4 times, HMMM??? yeah, i didn’t think so.

if you ask me, i honestly think Jinbei is MORE than qualified to be a Straw Hat… like can you just imagine, despite being such a small crew, how much their strength as a whole would multiply with an ex-shichibukai joining them??? what’s more, he can call upon whale sharks too. that’ll surely come in handy with 4 DF users on board, though i’m sure Jinbei is more than capable of easily saving all of them if they were to ever be thrown overboard. and with Jinbei joining, he’ll take over Brook and become the tallest among the crew! Brook will finally have someone to literally look up to. it’ll also be very interesting to see someone like Jinbei being part of the Straw Hat shenanigans!! but most importantly… LARGE FISH UNCLE GIVING HIS TINY (by comparison) CREW MEMBERS A RIDE ON HIS BACK/SHOULDERS!!! 

#JINBEI FOR NAKAMA 2K17!!!!!

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“Are you sure we should go without Betty? She’s kind of right. We never go to pops in the morning, it’s going to be filled with… children and… old people.” Veronica shuddered, filing her nails and pouting as they waited outside the diner in Archie’s beat up pickup truck.

Kevin nodded along to Veronica’s statement
“She’s right, Betty seemed super hurt when we told her we were going even though she couldn’t. That’s a total friendship faux pas.”

Archie rolled his eyes, swinging his letterman jacket over his shoulders “it’s just breakfast guys it’s not that serious, I want pancakes and I know pops has them. And Betty wasn’t hurt, she seemed more… nervous. We’ll talk to her later, hey! I’ll even bring her one of those blueberry muffins she loves so much. Now come on, I’m starving!”

Jughead followed closely behind, dragging his feet, he was usually on his best friends side but this time he felt anxious, Betty had actually seemed super freaked out when they asked her to breakfast, she had pretty much begged them to go to Chips instead, the tiny diner located in the town over, promising to meet them when she was finished with her “business.” They had agreed , but about halfway there Archie swung his truck around and headed for Pops claiming he loved the syrup in Riverdale and couldn’t miss out on it. He hated keeping Betty in the dark especially considering how close the two were becoming, Jughead adored Betty and he kinda felt like she cared about him too, she was almost always on his mind and when she dropped a hand to his arm or played with the loose curl hanging on his forehead, he felt his whole body melt. That girl was something else.

Walking directly into Archie’s back Jughead looked up at the redhead and rolled his eyes
“Walk much Arch.” He joked.

Suddenly he heard the feminine gasps of both Kevin and Veronica
“Oh my god.”

“Holy waitress the musical realness”

Utterly confused, Jughead followed his friends gaze, his eyes landing on the very tired blonde that had been running through his thoughts

“Betty?” He asked aloud.

She was eerily in tune with Jugheads voice and could almost always pick it out of a crowd, that being said she whipped around from her place at the counter and stared wide eyed at her friends before rushing over, a plate of home fries in one hand and a coffee pot in the other.

“What are you guys doing here?! I thought you were going to Chips? I was gonna meet you there!” She huffed out, her cheeks bright pink and her eyes embarrassed.

Archie was the first one to speak

“I didn’t know you worked at the Diner Betty! Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

Betty just shook her head
“You never asked, listen I have to get back to my shift, it’s over in like an hour. I’ll join you guys as soon as I finish up.” With that she scurried over to her table and smiled that famous Betty Cooper smile, pouring steaming coffee.

Something wasn’t sitting right with jughead as he slid into his booth, she had said “you never asked.” And it was true, everyone had been so caught up in their own problems no one had bothered to ask Betty why she was never around in the mornings, why she had taken her two study halls back to back in the beginning of the day instead of at the end of the day like everyone else. They had been too concerned about themselves to even ask why Betty looked so damn tired all the time. Jughead felt his heart ache at the thought of her neglected and over worked. Looking around the table he noticed his other friends looking equally as guilty and sad.

“We can’t even have sleepovers anymore because of her work schedule, I should have put two and two together. She’s been so tired lately, I didn’t even see.” Veronica sighed, dropping her head in her hands as Archie draped an arm over her shoulder comfortingly.

“I wonder why she’s working so much. Money problems? Family problems? We never even asked.”

Kevin shook his head
“I could smack myself, I saw the uniform in her closet, I didn’t even think anything of it. She felt so ashamed she couldn’t even talk about it with us. Her friends.”

The three teenagers looked at Jughead waiting for him to give them answers, they knew he had been spending the most time with her what they didn’t know was he was just as guilty. He had been indulging in the quiet time they shared together. Stolen kisses on beds, late night blue and gold meetings, Betty fast asleep on his shoulder. Her anxiety was at an all time high and all he had done was hug her. Hug her and tell her she was strong, he didn’t even ask where the heightened nerves were coming from.

Jughead shrugged his shoulders, biting the inside of his mouth as he shook his head
“I know what you know.” He said simply.

After a fairly quiet, reflective breakfast Betty slid into the booth, her tiny hands covered in sticky coffee and her little blue uniform dress was wrinkled and messy.

“You guys won’t believe who tried to grab my butt! It was Mr.Weatherbee! He didn’t know who I was and when I popped my head up he almost had a heart attack, he spilt his coffee all over the place and just ran out of Pops!”

She was in a fit of giggles and her absolutely contagious laughter was enough to cut the tension in the friend group eventually everyone joining in as Betty grabbed for Kevin’s vanilla milkshake

“Ice cream for breakfast? What do they say about breakfast of champions.” She smiled, popping the straw in her mouth.

Veronica reached across the table putting her hand over Betty’s

“B, what’s going on? Why are you working here?” She asked softly.

Betty took a deep breathe and looked over at Jughead, he nodded slightly and took her free hand in his under the table, squeezing gently as she began her story

“Polly has hospital bills, she won’t accept any money from my parents for obvious reasons, but she also can’t work on her own she’s way too far along. The only reason she accepts money from me is because I told her it’s from a secret college fund mom and dad had put away for her, she doesn’t know I’m working and I’d appreciate it if no one brought it up around her. I don’t need her being anymore stressed out. ” she rested her head on Jugheads shoulder as he pushed a strand of loose blonde hair out of her face. “ anyway. Hospital bills are expensive, the baby will be here soon and I know my parents will take care of it when it gets here but for now.” She motioned to her uniform with her left hand “it’s just a little longer, it’s worth it. The baby is healthy and Polly gets those really great prenatal vitamins.” She sighed as her friends all stared at her in shock. “I don’t want to talk about it, yes I’m tired , yes I’m okay, and I promise not to keep things from you guys anymore. Now will someone please order me some pancakes, I’m famished.” She giggled as Archie,Veronica and Kevin all scrambled out of the booth, fighting on who was gonna be the one to treat her. Ultimately Kevin slammed his wallet on the counter as Archie was getting his out and Veronica was fumbling with her credit card,
“well I’m getting her another milkshake” Veronica pouted

“I’m getting her a muffin.” Archie challenged.

Betty laughed heartily as she turned to Jughead, he was staring at her in complete adoration

“I’m gonna be spoiled.” She smiled sleepily.

“You should be” he whispered, his own lazy smile gracing his face before he continued

“You Betty Cooper, are the most amazing, kind, intellgent, selfless human being I know.”

Betty just rolled her eyes

“Thanks Juggie.”

He dropped his lips to hers, their first public kiss

“By the way” he whispered, his voice husky and deep “you look amazing in that uniform. I’ve always had a thing for waitresses.”

Betty’s eyes got wide as she grabbed him by the hand, tugging him to the ladies room and shouting

“We’ll be right back” as they passed their very confused friends

“Where are we going!” Jughead chuckled

Betty just kept walking, her face determined

“I’ve had a very long day at work. I need to relax. Plus, I thought you liked waitresses.”

With a wink, she tugged him into the stall.

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Drarry and Teddy at the Zoo

Prompt: Harry gets Draco to help him babysit in the muggle world and Draco is adapting to the new muggle items around him.

Draco -

“Dray I promise it won’t be as bad as you’re making it out to be,” Harry begs giving me these big, sad eyes.

“But why do we have to do this? Why can’t someone else watch that mut,” Harry gasp giving em a glare.

“Oh hush your mouth. That’s my godson you talking about.”

I roll my eyes turning back to the Daily Prophet. I can feel Harry’s eyes on me, but I refuse to break.

“Dragon,” he says sweetly wrapping his arms around my shoulders pulling me back into his chest.

“Lion,” I reply harshly trying to not let the small smile forming on my lips show.

“Will you please come with to watch Teddy with me?”

“Only if I get some cuddles later,” I sigh.

His face breaks into an ear to ear grin before plopping on my lap and wrapping me in a hug.

“Now let’s so get into get into our muggle clothes. I told Remus we would be there for 9,” I turn and look at the clock seeing it is already 8:30.

“Thanks for the heads up. It is ever so deeply appreciated,” I tease before getting up and walking to our bedroom.

I hear 8uio0p plrt5oltgptlggbehind me before Harry finally speaks up, “You know you’re going to have to wear muggle clothes, right?”

“No Harry, I just thought I was going to waltz around the muggle world in my robes and be completely casually about the whole thing. Yes you buffon, of course I know to wear muggle clothes,” Harry’s cluelessness never seems to fail him.

I do not own much muggle clothing, but out of the stuff I do own looks pretty damn amazing on me. I slip on a pair of black “skinny jeans” followed by a green “T-Shirt.” If I am going to go muggle I might as well stick to my old school colors. School ended almost a year ago, but eh green suits me. I make my way into our bathroom grabbing a comb to flatten out my hair before I gel it back.

“Draco we have to leave,” I hear Harry call from the living room.

I finish doing my hair before walking over to him. He reaches his arm out to me, which I graciously accept before we apparate to 12 Grimmauld Place.

“Uncle Hawwy! Uncle Dwaco!” Teddy exclaims.

Harry rushes over to his godson wrapping him into a tight hug. I smile at the two looking up to see Remus giving them the same affectionate look.

“Sirius hurry your lazy arse up! Harry and Draco are here,” Remus screams as a frantic Sirius comes bolting down the stairs.  

“Thank you guys for watching him. We should be back sometime in the late afternoon,” Sirius says giving me a pat on the shoulder and a small smile.

They two turn to their son who is only a little older than two years old to bid their goodbyes. They soon floo out of the house leaving the three of us in the large home all alone.

“So what do you want to do today?” Harry ask Teddy.

“Can we go to the zoo?” he responds.

“What the hell is a zoo?” I question at the two before they burst out into a fit of giggles.

“It’s where you get to see a bunch of wild muggle animals,” Harry says casually.

“What is the purpose?”

“For visitors to see these animals first-hand and to help animals that may die off,” he explains.

I still do not see the full purpose, but I find it better if I stop with the questions.

“Why don’t we take the muggle bus?” Harry suggest with a buzzing Teddy in his arms.

Muggle busses are disgusting. They are filled with absolutely filthy people who smell like they were raised by a bunch of hippogriffs. Do not get me wrong, all muggles are not horrible. Just the majority of them lack any sort of common sense and act like children.

We make our way out of the house to the stop across the street. I sit on the abandoned bench, Teddy takes this opportunity to crawl onto my lap. Despite my constant cold shoulder act, I do truly care about the kid. The bus shortly pulls in front of us and I snatch Teddy into my arms while Harry gives the driver muggle money.  We make our way to the back of the bus pushing through the rows or crowded people.

Teddy wiggles out of my grasp sitting in between Harry and I. Almost everyone on the train cannot keep their eyes off of Teddy. His personality is captivating. When he was younger we would worry about him changing his hair or eye color in front of the muggles, but we finally found a glamour strong enough to stop it from happening when in public.

Old ladies continue to wave at him while he giggles loving the attention. Harry on the other hand looks slightly annoyed. I  guess being the savior and constantly having people looking at you, expecting things from you, you tend to become annoyed.

The bus comes to a halt and Teddy waves goodbye to everyone causing them to coo before we make our exit. Harry takes my hand into his while I hold Teddy lightly on my hip. In front of me is a tan building with several giggling kids bouncing around waiting to go inside. Teddy’s excitement matches the others as he tries to get out of my grasp. Harry leads the way going through the gates and I can feel my eyes widen at the sight in front of me. We begin making towards these pink birds walking around in a light pit of water. As we get closer I the air begins to fill with the most appalling oder. My nose scrunches and I turn to Harry who burst into a fit of giggles. He grabs my arm pulling me away from the disgusting beast walking down a jungle like path.

“Hawwy can we go see the giwaffes?” Teddy ask giving his godfather his best puppy dog eyes.

I have to say they are quite convincing considering who his parents are.

“Of course they are my favorite,” Harry exclaims.

“Hm I would have guessed the lions would be your favorite,” I tease sending him a sloppy grin.

“Close second,” he pipes back.

We turn down several pathways stopping and looking at all kinds of animals from tortoises to elephants. I have never seen a giraffe up close before. I know I read about one in one of my muggle studies books, but honestly they seem terrifying. I stop walking seeing me are now on a little bridge in front of the large creatures walking around eating leaves out of the toy trees.

“Do you want to feed him?” Harry ask me with a small smirk.

He puts some strange cord like substance into my hand gesturing for me to outstretch it to the animals. I reach my shaky arm out with an open palm look at the to giraffes who are suddenly extremely aware of our presence.  They stalk over to us in what seems like slow motion before stopping directly in front of me. He dips his head down letting his obnoxiously long tongue swipe down taking the food into his mouth. My body cringes feeling the rough, wet texture trying not to pull away. Teddy and Harry are doubling over in laughter watching my uncomfortable state. The giraffe then unexpectedly rubs it face on the side of mine before walking back to his original place.

After a few more moments Teddy begins to whine that he is hungry so we start head in the direction of the the center of the zoo where there are is a gift shop and food carts. On the way there Harry spots the reptile exhibit and begs to go in. Despite his hungry state, Teddy cannot argue at the site of Harry’s own version of the puppy dog eyes.

He pulls us into the deep filled room seeing dozens of animals from lizards to snakes. I see a beautiful green tree python relaxing in a small tree. I walk over to the glass with Teddy in my arms seeing the snakes head slightly perking up at the sight of us. Before I can even say anything to Teddy, a voice cuts me off causing me to jump.

“Seethaaasssshathehhhhathehhhayaeeh,” Harry speaks in a low voive trying to ensure none of the muggles hear him.

Teddy and I both watch in awe as the two begin to have a conversation as if they are old friends. Harry turns back to the two of us and we both stare waiting for him to explain.

“Her name is Kendra and she told me about her past and I told her about you two. By they may, she mention how your looks are quite captivating Draco,” I blush slightly at the compliment shooting a wink to the snake.

Harry counties to make small talk with the snakes we see on the way out until we reach the end of the hall. We exit the building only to be meet with the blinding light from the outside.  Teddy walks slightly in front of Harry and I giving me the opportunity to lock our hands together while we walk in a comfortable silence.

“Teddy what do you want to eat?” I ask him and he stops in his tracks putting on a very concentrated face.

“Animal Crackers and hmmm…” his eyes suddenly shouts, “A JUICE BOX.”

Harry and I both chuckle at his outburst, but my laughter soon turns to confusion as I realize I do not know what either of those foods are. Harry obviously does because he walks over to a guy not much older than us getting what I would assume to be whatever Teddy asked for. Teddy and I sit at an empty table that was an umbrella connected to the top. Harry walks back over with three square boxes along with 3 plastic bags.

Teddy immediately takes one of each from Harry’s hands saying a quick thank you. He places a set in front me we and I just stare at the two not know how to approach them.

“Draco,have you never had a juice box?” I sheepishly shake my head back at him in response.

He grabs the small yellow box ripping some plastic contraption off the front. I soon realize it was a straw that he pops right into the top of the box before pushing it back over in my direction.

“Drink” he simply says turning to his own juice.

I take the box in more both hands bringing it to my lips. I slowly begin to drink it watching Harry for approval the whole time and he keeps nodding with encouragement.

“Can you open my animal crackers?” Teddy ask Harry handing him his bag.

Without a response Harry does the task turning back to me bursting to a fit of giggles.

“Awh you drink it with two hands, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” I mumble putting the straw back into my mouth.

Harry continues to tease me endlessly about the damn juice box as we get up walking towards the exit of the zoo. I would love to spend a few more hours here, but somewhere along the way we lost track of time seeing that the sun is starting to set. Teddy is now extremely tired struggling to keep his eyes open while Harry is holding him close to his chest. The afternoon bus just so happens to arrive as we get to the stop. We settle in with a now sleeping Teddy as all sorts of people with just as tired children join us leaving the zoo.

After several stops we arrive in front of Sirius and Remus’ place thanking the driver before entering the quiet home. Harry goes to lay Teddy down into his room while I cuddle into the arm of the couch. Harry returns plopping down onto my lap causing a low groan to leave my lips. I shift getting comfortable wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Today was amazing” I mumble into his hair before kissing his head.

“Yeah, it was,” he says turning his head pulling me into a soft kiss.

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This was a quick one shot, but there will be more on my wattpad (@/faitheeere).

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fluff friday “gas station” {borage}

is it still friday? hell no, but I don’t care!


A bracing chill greets Sakura as she opens the cooler. She draws out a glass bottle of Coca-Cola, enjoying the jolt of cold that sweeps through her as her fingers encircle its body. As she meanders toward the counter, Sakura grabs a few different types of sour candy, a sickeningly sweet bar of white chocolate, and a bag of Hershey kisses.

She places her spoils upon the counter in front of the cashier, whose bored gaze looks over her items, unimpressed. “Will that be all?” he asks, scratching along the raggedy mustache he wears to appear older than he is.

Sakura hums, looking at the display behind him. “A dozen packs of Camels, three of Marlboro, and one Lucky Strike.” She rocks on her heels, ignoring the cashier’s suddenly incredulous look. “And two lotto cards; any type.”

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Snapped. Pt Five, Delirium

Author: mystic-biscuit
Series Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: 1500 ( I know so short for me )

Notes: Well well, there’s finally a new part out. I am soooo sorry that you guys had to wait so long, but if you’ve been following me for a bit you know I’ve been going through some stuff the last few months. So thank you so much for being patient. And thank you so much to Lauren @thelittlestkitsune for also being so patient with me. I know she’s been wanting to write another part for a while. Love you boo. And I know its short, but at least its something, xx

Parts: Captivated Flustered Infinitesimal Disquietude


Delirium

  • a state of violent excitement or emotion.

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Worked on this some more, but now I need to have lunch and work on my commission.  I’m not putting the Superman logo on the shirt because it’s a DC Comics trademark, so I hope people don’t mind the plain diamond.  Also, the silly straw was surprisingly difficult to draw!

Science Fair part 2

Bucky high school AU request, where he and the Avengers are basically the popular crowd but not arseholes and the Reader is kind of nerdy and just keeps to herself and her small group of friends but catches his eye? xxx - anon

I’d totally be up for a continuation of Science Fair if you ever wanted to do that! It was adorable and fun! <33 xx ; I’d really love to see a part 2 of Science Fair! ; Can you please make a second part to this?!; Omg please make this a series - @this-is-menot-caring​ ; Okay but what happened after lunch?? I’m such trash for this now - @poe-also-bucky

A/N- So I got an overwhelming response for Science Fair and these are all the people who asked for a part 2 that I could find so I tagged you because it’s been awhile since part 1.

Part 1

Originally posted by enochianess

It was the following day and lunch was approaching, you made your way to the back of the field and sat under one of the trees. You texted Bucky where you were and flipped your phone in your hand anxiously, you hadn’t told your friends about what happened or where you were. No one knew you were here. What if this was all just some set up? A practical joke and in a few minutes Bucky would show up with his friends and reveal he had never been interested in you for real.

Of course the logical part of you knew that wasn’t true. Bucky was sweet and funny and seemed to genuinely care about the fact that you didn’t want to be in the spotlight, you just hoped your read on his character had been correct.

A few minutes later Bucky walked up to you and sat down in front of you, “Hi,” he gave you a smile that was enough to make your heart melt.

“Hi,” you said shyly, blushing. You discreetly looked around you for any notion that someone was watching you but nobody was, you turned your gaze back to Bucky, “I had fun last night.”

If possible, his grin got wider. “Yeah? Me too,” he nodded, “I brought some food, if you want it?” he asked.

You were going to turn down the offer but your stomach rumbled, you usually ate in the canteen and you hadn’t thought to pack a lunch. “Sure,” you nodded and watched as Bucky began to pull stuff from his bag.

First he set down a small blanket on the grass in front of you then began placing food on top, he pulled out sandwiches, chocolate bars, fruit, pudding cups, juice boxes, crisps and neatly arranged them on the blanket. “Wow, you really prepared for this,” you commented astonished.

He smiled sheepishly and a small blush graced his cheeks, “I wanted to impress you,” he admitted.

You couldn’t contain your grin, you picked up a sandwich and took a bite. “These are so good,” you said, taking another bite of one of the best sandwiches you had eaten in a long while. The sandwiches they served at school were bad on Mondays when they were freshest but the ones that didn’t get eaten were frozen overnight and served the next and so on and so forth until Friday when they didn’t even resemble edible food. This was the crap you had been eating for a year and Bucky’s fresh homemade sandwich was like heaven.

Bucky chuckled, “It’s just a sandwich.”

“Best damn sandwich I’ve ever eaten,” you quickly finished your sandwich and popped the straw through a juice box. “Your friends didn’t mind you not eating with them?” you asked.

He shook his head, “Nah, they probably won’t even realise I’m gone. What about your friends, no offence but you don’t seem to have many of them and surely they would notice you were gone?”

“None taken,” you assured him, you would rather have two amazing friends than ten not so good ones. “My other friends are in a science club this lunchtime. I like science but I don’t like the actual learning about it, space is cool and I want to know about it but the lessons and clubs here at school are such a drag, y’know?”

Bucky nodded, “Yup, I know exactly what you mean,” he agreed, the two of you ate in companionable silence for a few minutes before he spoke up again, “So, quick question. Would you like for this thing between us to continue?” he tried to ask casually.

You tensed up briefly but forced yourself to relax, “What do you mean?”

“Would you want us to like, sort of, uh, date?” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I could tell my friends about you and be seen with you in public.”

You bit your lip, “Bucky, you know how I feel about being in the centre of attention-”

“So you don’t want to date me,” he slumped his shoulders.

“I do, I  just,” you assured him, “Can we take it slow? Like really really slow?”

“Can I tell Steve about you? I’ll make him promise not to say anything,” Bucky promised.

Slowly you nodded, “Okay, I guess that’s fair,” you agreed.

Bucky smiled at you, “Cool, good, because I really like you, Y/N.”

“I really like you, too,” you blushed.

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A/N- Okay part 2 down! I think I might do a third part a little further down the line but what do you guys want, let me know what you think. Requests are open xx 

sweet thing ( jeonghan drabble )

“This is sweet.” He commented, humming around his straw as you stared at him from the corner of your eye, nodding.

“It is sweet.”

Jeonghan hummed again, taking the straw out of the cup, licking some whipped cream into his mouth as he stared out from the car.

“You know what else is sweet?” He asked again, and you quirked your eyebrow up, not looking up at him as you popped your mouth off the straw.

“Is it you, jeonghan?” Musing, you brought the same straw up to your lips, pushing some sweet substance into your mouth as you scrunched up your nose.

He pouted out his bottom lip, watching you this time as you played with your drink, his bangs falling into his face as his cheeks cooled by the air conditioning.

"Maybe.”

You smiled again, not paying attention to him as you stared at your coffee, cocking your head at it.

“This is too sweet.” You complained, swirling your straw around as Jeonghan placed his empty container inside of the cup holder, turning his body to face you, caramel scented breath hitting your neck lightly as he leaned in.

“You know what else is too sweet?” He teased, and you warmed up your lips with your tongue, flicking your eyes towards him.

“Is it you, jeonghan?”

His airy laugh vibrated through the car, making the ends of your skin prick up in goosebumps as he leaned closer to you, lips ghosting near your neck as you tried to drink through your straw without choking into it.

“It’s you.” He giggled, watching as you popped your straw out your mouth again, the stars from outside illuminating your neck as he started to placate it with kisses.

His tongue poked out as he began to trace small patterns, and you gripped your drink tighter in your hand, batting him away as he pulled back in surprise, lips already wet.

He watched you with curious eyes in the dimness of the night as you cocked your head at him, your straw scraping along the rim of you cup as you scooped up some more whip cream, his mouth upturned into a cherub looking grin.

Lightly, you flicked the straw along his lips, watching him look up at you with eyes that matched the fog and light glint of the stars, before you leaned in, his whip cream stained mouth intercepting yours as he kissed back into you, the taste of your drink playing into both of your mouths as you leaned up into him, groaning lightly into his mouth, pulling away for only a second to breathe.

“When we’re done can I have it, though? It tastes better than mine did.” He pouted, as you placed your cup in the holder next to his, eyes rolling as you brought your hands to wrap around his neck.

“Sure, I found something I like tasting more anyways.”

Giggling, your lips were on his again, soft movements and touches light as air as the moon moved from the clouds to shine inside the car, lighting mildly on skin that pressed against skin. Mouth tasting better with each swipe of Jeonghan’s tongue, the whip cream gone but the sweet taste hanging between you both, all candied mouths and sugar coated puffs of air.

anonymous asked:

Hi, um, I just got into a really bad argument with my s/o and he had called me a very insulting name because of my race (Mexican). He knew how insecure of my skin color I am (I'm like the other anon that goes to an all white school so it's very difficult) so it hurt a lot and I've just been crying. Could I possibly get GoM making up with their girlfriend who's like me after an argument like that?

I am really sorry that this happened to you and I apologize even more because I took so long to write this for you when you were in a time of need. I hope this can give you some happiness and help you fully move on from what was said to you. I feel for you and I am so sorry that happened. I hope my attempt at Mexican references were accurate :) A bit angsty y'all! 

 



Akashi never thought he would ever say such vile things. He couldn’t believe he raised his voice at you let alone debase your race. You ran out crying after the argument and he felt his heart break, not only because he was the one who made you cry but because he might actually lose you. He knew he had made an awful mistake and needed to fix what he had done, needed to fix you. He ran through the house slamming doors open and looking behind every door he passed by. Listening for your sniffs, he found you in the second floor bathroom. He knocked on the door but only a small and weak “go away” was heard and he knew your heart was closing him off just as this door was. Leaning his head on the door and closing his eyes he spoke softly.

“_____-chan…. I… I am so sorry for what I just said. I don’t know what I was thinking. If I was thinking at all.”

You sniffed again and gave no response, only putting your head in your hands while he took a deep breath and continued with a shaky voice.

“I should have never, ever, let those words come out of my mouth. There is no excuse for my actions. I… I don’t know if you know this but…. I love you and your skin.” He said softly.

“There is nothing wrong with the way you look. If anything, you are more beautiful than any rose, flower, or gift I could ever give to mend my words so please, let me in, ____-chan.”

You gave one final sniff and stood up. There was no excuse but you were ready to talk it out with him and hopefully move on. In three strides you opened the door and was met with puffy red eyes and disheveled hair.

He was crying too.

You both jumped into each other’s arms and silently embraced, squeezing and holding each other in consoling hands. Akashi moved his lips to your ear and whispered,

“Estoy Enamorando, _____.”  He said in perfect dialect.

You gave a small smile and pulled him in tighter.

It wouldn’t be an easy relationship, but it was worth it.

 


 

Daiki, you don’t have to look at every girl you see walking by! It’s disrespectful!” You yelled with your hands open in a shrug and trying to get your point across. You were both arguing in your bedroom after a date gone bad. Daiki just couldn’t pay attention when a pretty girl walked by.

“What? How?” He responded grimacing at your words. He didn’t understand how he was disrespecting anybody.

“Me, Daiki, your girlfriend! It makes me feel like you aren’t interested in me at all!”

“Well I am with you, right? So obviously I am interested.” He said looking down at you with slit eyes that held impending anger.

“Ah, dios mio! I can’t believe this!” You said frustrated beyond belief.

“Huh? What did you just call me?” He said leaning into your face with an irritated look.

“I didn’t call you anything, estupido. But now I did!” You said pushing him away from you by his shoulders.

“What the fuck does that mean, ____?” He was actually getting mad at you for thinking you were speaking about him right in front of him.

“Don’t worry about it! It’s my language and I’ll say it whatever I want!”

“Tch. That’s exactly why the people at school don’t like you either.”

Your arms dropped and you put your head down, frowning. You didn’t know people talked about you behind your back at school. And Aomine knew all this time and never said anything? Your eyes began to water and you backed away shaking your head in disbelief from his words.

“Oh shit, _____, I’m sorry that came out wrong I—“

“Leave it, Aomine.” He flinched from the use of his last name. He put his arms out to grab you and hug you but you pulled away before he could get too close.

“Listen _____, I shouldn’t have said th—“

“Yeah, well you did.” You spoke with a quivering voice and trembling lips. You moved away from him and wrapped your arms around your body, sitting down on your bed. Aomine hung his head in shame and stood in his spot.

“_____,” He began with a curt but soft tone, “I shouldn’t have said that. I… I’m sorry.”

You didn’t reply but only sat there contemplating what you wanted to say and do.

“Aomine, it’s not the words that hurt. It’s the fact that you said them.” You said, tears dropping out of your eyes onto your closed fists.

“I-I didn’t mean any of it, I have no idea where it came from!” He said louder, taking a step closer to you to hopefully get close enough to hug you and stop your tears.

You stood up and wiped your face and began to collect your things.

“What are you doing?” He asked knowing full well you were leaving.

“Obviously my pigmentation poses a problem here so I’m leaving.” You were walking towards the door with heavy feet and an even heavier heart.

“_____-chan please, I didn’t mean what I sai—“

“I don’t think you understand how insensitive that was and h… how much that hurts.  I need sometime alone, Aomine.” You said slamming the door. Aomine stood there with his head down and for once, he felt like shit.




“Kise we have to take the picture in the light!” You said trying to get a good selfie with your boyfriend.

“What? Whyy? This spot is perfect, _____-cchi!” He was holding his phone out in front of you two and was moving it from side to side to try and get some sort of lighting in the dim living room.

“Because I’m darker Kise, you won’t be able to see me if there is not enough light!” You said reminding him with a serene tone. You both had been through this many times as Kise was a selfie fiend and always asked to take one with you, but could never find the perfect one because of contrasting skin tones.

“Ughhh why does _____-cchi have to be so dark? I hate it!” He said pouting and turning his phone camera off.

“What?” You said puckering your brow and moving away turn your head and look at him.

“We can never take a picture because you’re so dark! Why can’t you be lighter, ____-cchi?” He said closing his eyes and sighing in disappointment.

“Uh, sorry I’m not a bleached color, Kise. If I could change it, I would.” You said standing up and walking away.

“Hey, wait, _____-cchi! I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!” Kise said with wide eyes and a sorry manner.

Your slamming of the bathroom door let him know he had done just that. Kise felt his heart break and he frowned, angry at himself. He couldn’t possibly talk to you now after he said such horrible things. Looking down at his phone, he realized maybe he needed to lay off the selfies for a while.




Kuroko you sure do like vanilla shakes, huh?” You said while you watched him drink his milkshake nonstop. You both decided to stop for beverages after school at Maji Burger.  

“Mhm.” He replied nodding, straw popping out of his mouth.

“Do you not like vanilla, ____-chan?” He asked.

“No, I do. It’s very creamy, isn’t it?” You said slightly suggestively, slowly putting your food into your mouth.

Kuroko hummed and before he could catch your suggestion, the waitress came back over and asked if you needed anything further. Except she didn’t speak to you, she spoke only to Kuroko. She offered him water and extra napkins but not you.

“Uhm, excuse me,” You said, grabbing her attention before she could away.

“Could I have some more water please?” You asked with a smile.

“We are all out.” She gave you a curt nod and briskly walked away.

“You are? You have no water?” You said in a disbelieving tone. Kurokos eyes were alert and flicking back and forth between you two.

“Exactly, ma’am. Maybe you should dine somewhere else. Or go back where you came.” She walked away into the back of the restaurant.

“What the hell was that?” You said looking at Kuroko with confused eyes.

“She only said they didn’t have any more water.” Kuroko said looking at you with blank eyes.

“Oh, and you believe them?” You said voice raising along with your anger.

“She does work here.” He took another sip from his cup but kept his eyes on you.

“You don’t think she was doing that because I’m a different race, Kuroko?” You asked him in disbelief.

“Not everything is like that, ____-chan.” He looked away and shook his head.

“Thanks for defending your girlfriend.” You said sitting back in your chair angrily.

“You should really calm down, _____.” He said looking at you with a slight frown.

“Oh?! I should calm down when I’m the one being treated poorly?” You yelled not caring how loud or rude you sounded.

“Well when you act like this, yes. I wouldn’t be so sure about serving you either, ___-chan.”

You immediately left the restaurant without a second word to him. Needless to say you never got your water and Kuroko began to understand the struggles of an interracial relationship.




Midorima, just try it! I promise you this food is very good!” You pleaded with your boyfriend, trying to get him to taste a tamal.

“No. That smell is making me sick.” He said harshly, pushing the plate away from him.

“But I made it especially for you! This is our family’s secret tamal recipe!” You said in a soft tone while pushing the plate back at him.

“It is so very good! When my mother was pregnant all she wanted was tamales!”

“_____ no I do not wa—“

“And really there are so many combination you could make!” You kept speaking over him to get your point across.

“No, ____, I’m serious I—“

“Midorima you have try it, just a bite, please!” You said not noticing how much your rambling was angering him.

“_____-chan, I said no thank y—“

“I’m telling you your taste buds have never had anything so good befo—“

He slammed his hand on the table out of frustration and spoke loudly.

“I do not want to try your food! I like traditional dishes, not ta-ma-les!” He said trying to pronounce the word. You blinked in surprise and responded saying,

“Oh, o-okay, I-I’m so—“ You began realizing how much your talking enraged him.

“And stop cutting me off! It’s very rude! Maybe you people do that where you’re from but we don’t do that here!” He said balling his fist up and huffing out his last response.

You sat there digesting his words with your mouth open. Your throat was suddenly very dry, as if you had swallowed a cotton ball. You quickly grabbed the plate and threw the whole thing, tamales and all, into the trash. The plate clinked at the bottom with a loud ‘thunk’ and you both knew the plate was broken, a personification of your current relationship.

You began walking away and Midorima turned around to say he was sorry but was only met with the bedroom door slamming shut. He sat at the kitchen table and wondered why he said such things. He knew that he was mean sometimes but this was the worst. He picked up the rest of the food and wrapped it, placing it in the fridge and cleaning up. He walked over to his computer and began to search ‘how to make tamals’. He needed more than words to comfort you this time. 




Murasakibara had dragged you to his favorite sweets shop and was looking through the array of colored and sprinkled sweets. The shop was almost as big as a small strip mall, extending far back and with a second story.

“Huh, we never had a sweet shop this big, Mura-kun.” You had been in awe the whole time and Atsuhi like your fascination but he was getting irritated because you weren’t helping him choose any sweets.

“_____-chin, what about these?” He said leaning over a clear display case with a chocolate cake in it.

“Woah, look at that container! It’s so big~” You had been in sweet shops before but had never seen such details put into such a store.

“_____-chin, help me choose some food.” He said whining a bit and standing up to look down at you through lazy eyes.

“Oh, okay. Sorry Mura-kun.”

You both began walking through the store again yet you kept saying how much you like the smells, the atmosphere, and Murasakibara was at his limit. He hadn’t eaten since you two go there, which was about an hour ago and his stomach was grumbling.

“_____-chin, I want to eat. Now.” He said in a deep voice.

“Ahhhh look at all the colors here, Mura-kun!” You were leaning over a display case and staring in at the different cooking.

“Neh, ____-chin,” He said while putting his big hand on your shoulder.

“If you don’t help me chose some sweets, I’m going to crush you.” He said with a scowl on his face and his hand squeezing your shoulder.

“I thought you of all people would know what the best sweets are.” He said removing his hand and moving away from you, completely forgetting his comment and trying to find more food.

You quickly pushed his back in anger and ran out the store with tears streaking down your face. Murasakibara left after realizing you were sad, never buying any sweets that day.