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Skyline {II}

Originally posted by over-et

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Guys!!! I’m seriously blown away at all the commotion and excitement around Skyline.  In the two days that I’ve posted it, I’ve had to turn off my notifications just because they were blowing up!! Thank you so much for all that you’ve done and, hopefully, will continue to do…as there will be a Skyline pt. 3 and possibly pt. 4!!  One quick thing I’d like to mention, however, is that I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tag people in my writing.  While I’m honoured that you guys want to know as soon as possible when I update, I’ve had so many people request to be on a tags list that I’ve just decided not to do one.  I don’t ever want to leave someone out or forget about someone, so I thought it’d be best to not have one at all.  I really hope this doesn’t affect you guys too much, but if you follow me, I usually give pretty regular updates on what’s going to be coming soon.  And, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!!

{part I}

It had taken a few weeks, but life after your meeting with Spider-Man had finally returned to normal. The groups of people hanging around your locker had broken up, the teachers stopped questioning you in front of class, and only three people asked if you had Spider-Man’s number when they wrote in your yearbook.  Despite the attention you had received, however, your school year had come to an uneventful close.  And although you were grateful the interrogations had stopped, you were less than overjoyed about the dullness your days had once again become coloured with.

Your time was filled with events in which variety was far and few.  You woke up at the same time, ate the same breakfast, took care of the same two year old next door, visited your same friends, and tried not to notice the slow ticking of the clock on the wall.  It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the time with your friends, or your favourite toddler; it was just that you felt…different.  Different in a way that you couldn’t explain, or even put into words.  Just different.

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honey | 1

honey | spice | everything nice

M: Jungkook/Reader; Genre: Underwear Stealer!+Model! Au, Angst, Smut; Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, anything else?Words: 5520

Synopsis : You hated Jeon Jungkook with all your guts; with everything you've got but he, on the contrary, despised you so much he was blinded by rage, determined to only get you out of your undies; what else was he expecting?

A/N:  This was the result of a long conversation about clothing war BTS! and how hot Panty Stealer Jungkook would look in lacy underwear. I’d like to thank @gukstudio the real gal to thank for triggering this idea, @itskimtaehyung for screaming about my indecisive ass about the ending of this first installment, and @badgalyoongi for beta’ing. I’m real excited and nervous for this new series and I hope you guys are too, excited that is; Enjoy;).

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Teen Dad Two

Teen Dad Two

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: none I think lol

A/N: If you want a part 3, let me know. Again, if this does not get much request for part three (which is most likely a last part) then it ends here. I hope you guys like it as much (or even more) than the first one :) I larb you guys lots!

Tagged: @wannabe-weasley @littlemisscaptainfandom  @left-boob-chris @briannareneea985

Teen Dad (PART ONE)


“Did he really just say ’I still have that Stark Internship after all’?” you thought.

Is he saying that being Spider-Man is more important than you two’s future?

Even May was surprised.

“Is that all you care about Peter?”

“It’s my future (Y/n)!”

“And this baby isn’t?!”

May walked up to Peter, I think she was about to slap him, but you stopped her before she could even pass you.

“I just don’t think I could be a dad yet (Y/n). Wh– what are you going to do?”

“What am I going to do?”

He nods. Wow.

You scoff, scratching the back of your head.

“I can’t believe you right now,” you said quietly, looking away from him.

You turn to him slowly.

“I’m going to raise this baby by myself. If you’re not going to help me.”

And with that, you got up and walked away. Stopping by the door, you turn to Aunt May.

“I’ll keep you updated May.”

Then you turn to Peter.

“See you around Pete.”

And with that, you were gone. No pleading for you to stay, no ‘I’m sorry (Y/n), I didn’t mean to. Please don’t go.’ Not even a text, or a call. There might be some tears. Though you didn’t see them, you saw his eyes shining, covered with a thin layer of unshattered tears.

I guess this was it.


It’s been a few weeks since the day you told Peter. Still no word from him.

You were now a month and a half along. Still not showing.

You got new sonogram pictures. You would stop by Peter’s to give them to Aunt May. Peter was never there. Being Spider-Man seems like his only priority.

Winter Break was starting, you finished your last final of the first semester. This was the first time you got through a final without having a ‘study date’ with Peter the week before.

Walking through the hallways of Midtown, you saw Peter for the first time in weeks. He was taking out books from his locker, while talking to Ned.

You sucked it up, holding your head up high, and walking right past him. He didn’t even flinch, continuously talking to Ned.

“Dude, she just walked past you. What are you doing? I haven’t seen you talking in weeks! What is going on?”

“It’s complicated Ned.”

“Seriously, what’s happening between you too?”

Peter looks at him with a stern face, opening his locker wider for him to see.

“Woah, are you serious?”

Inside his locker door was two ultrasounds pictures. The first one you ever got taken and the second one you just took. You gave two to Aunt May, just incase Peter decided to care.

“Is it (Y/n)’s?”

Peter scoffs, giving Ned a shove, “of course it’s hers! Who else would it be?”

Ned holds his hands up, “alright. Geez.”

Peter looks at him silently before slamming his locker close.

“What am I going to do Ned?”

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t want to lose her, but then again, I’m not ready to be a dad either!”

He sighs, rubbing his face, “I can’t take care of a baby and the world at the same time.”

“The world? That’s what the Avengers are for.”

“Alright, then the city.”

“Which one do you think is more important? Being Spider-Man or being with (Y/n)?”

Peter looks at his best friend, then the ground, “I don’t know Ned. I love being Spider-Man, but I love (Y/n) too. I have no idea what to do.”

He looks back up to him.

“I’m scared.”


When you got home, you ran straight to your room, ignoring your mom’s question.

“How was your day sweetie?”

She says it everyday, and everyday you replied with a sniffle.

You jumped on your bed, crying for the millionth time. You actually saw him today, and he didn’t even notice you. He really doesn’t care does he?

You lay there, for the rest of the day.

“This is how I’m going to be spending the next two weeks aren’t I?” you asked yourself.

“No, no you’re not.”

You turn around to see your mom standing at the door.

“What do you mean I’m not? I’ve been spending the last few weeks like this and I think I’m starting to get used to it.”

She walks towards you, sitting at the foot of your bed.

“You need to stop crying about Peter.”

“Why mom? Why? I can’t help it that it upsets me that a stupid ‘internship’ is more important than our relationship.”

Your mom looks at your face with concern, wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks.

“I promise, everything will be alright.”

You nod.

Because you trusted her words.

Because your mom never broke a promise.


Peter climbed out the window, wearing his suit, swinging across the city.

He stopped at the roof of one building, just comfortably sitting at the edge, eating a churro.

“Hello? Mr. Stark? I just wanted to know if I have any missions to go to this coming week? I just got out of school. I have winter break for two weeks, so I’m free for whenever you need me!”

“Nope! We got everything covered! Enjoy your winter break Spidey, by–”

“Wait! Mr. Stark! What if you have any emergency missions? Call me?”

“Spidey– listen– we have everything under control alright? Just enjoy your break. Spend time with your girlfriend or something. (Y/n) right?”

Peter suddenly felt his heart drop, looking down at the cars and shops below him.

“Yeah, about that–” Peter scratches his head. He can feel a knot beginning to form in his throat.

“Mr. Stark?”

“What is it Peter?”

“I made a huge mistake and I still don’t know what to do about it.”

Peter had tears streaming down his cheeks. He runs his fingers through his messy curls.

“I– I don’t know what to do..”


Peter waited in front of Starbucks, then, a car pulled up to him.

The windows roll down slowly, “Get in.”

Peter nodded, getting into the black car.

“So what happened Pete? What’s got you so down?”

Peter looks up at Tony, “(Y/n)’s pregnant, and I didn’t react the way she wanted me too when she told me and we haven’t talked for weeks.”

Tony scoffs, “that’s it? Why? You didn’t start crying? Or screaming ‘oh my gosh this is amazing!’? Girls always expect so much more, don’t they?”

Peter shook his head ‘no’, “No, it wasn’t like that Mr. Stark.”

“Then what happened?”

Peter inhaled deeply, “I told her that I wasn’t ready to be a dad because I had to be Spider-Man and I can’t do those two at once.”

Tony looks at him with a shocked expression, shaking his head and turning away from him.

“And why would you say that?” he said, after a moment of looking out the window.

Peter shrugged, “I don’t know? Because it’s true?”

“You care about being Spider-Man more than (Y/n)?”

“I– I don’t know?”

“Then why’d you say it?”

“I don’t know! Maybe because being Spider-Man would be better than being a dad.”

Tony shook his head.

“Peter. Do you like not having a dad?”

“No? Why would you say that?”

“Then why are you doing that to your own child? You’re really leaving (Y/n) to be Spider-Man?”

“Well, if you think about it, I’d be saving a lot of lives.”

“And how does that work?”

“Well… if I stay with (Y/n) and raise the baby, I would be taking care of two lives. Her and the baby right? But if I become Spider-Man, I’d be saving millions of lives.”

“But whose lives are more important to you?”

“My family of course.”

“And who are your family?”

“Aunt May and (Y/n).”

“Well so which are you choosing, being Spider-Man, or being a dad?”

“I told you, I don’t know.”

Tony rolls his eyes, this kid is just not getting it.

“Peter, I’m saying this one more time. You said your family’s lives are more important to you, yes?”

“Yeah.”

“If you were out right now, as Spidey, and you’re alone and you spot two crimes while swinging across buildings. One: A bank is getting robbed, the employees are held at gunpoint. Two: (Y/n)’s getting robbed and having a gun to her head. Who would you go to?”

“(Y/n).”

“But more people would die if you don’t stop the bank robbery. If you go to (Y/n), only one life would be saved.”

Peter looked down, and thought about it.

“Do you understand now?”

He nods, before getting out of the car and running off.

Not another word to Tony Stark.

What I Read This Week

(28/5/17)

I am SO ready for summer, I can’t wait until my finals are over so I can read more fics! There were some awesome updates this week and I also read some great new fics, enjoy!

Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts by Reiya, Explicit, 70k (WIP)
One small change alters the course of both Viktor and Yuuri’s entire lives, throwing them into a bitter rivalry that spans across many years and creates a world where they both tell a very different side to the story. THIS UPDATE KILLED ME ONFNJSDKBF every update kills me tbh bUT STILL

Canoe-dling: Not Prohibited by shereadsthestars, Mature, 12k
Yuuri is a seasoned counselor at Camp Okenoko who thought he was in for just another run of the mill, shenanigan filled summer with his friends. But he could not have been more wrong as he’s inevitably blindsided by the newest arrival.Enter one Viktor Nikiforov, who’s got the charms and good looks to woo whomever he pleases, and who’s interest is instantly peaked by none other than, Yuuri Katsuki. SO FUNNY OMG I died laughing while reading this omg LOVE!!

Singular by TrashKanForLife, Explicit, 14k (WIP)
Yuuri fiddled with the hem of his sweater, overwhelmed by the sheer formality of this floor. He’s sure his favoured pair of sneakers only cover about twentieth of the costs for the workers’ footwear and he wonders if they pay the salon daily for their sharp appearances. Yuuri does not belong here.
“Mr. Nikiforov will see you now.” 50 Shades of Grey AU but a kajillion times better!!! Must read!!!

The Bulge (Don’t Bring a Weapon to a Public Beach) by nagoyadelay, Mature, 2.9k
Victor posts a photo of Yuuri on instagram without realizing that it’s somewhat suggestive. A thirsty skating fandom collectively loses their shit. Another HILARIOUS fic, you have to read this!!

The Suffering of Potya by kiaronna, Teen, 3.8k
At first, Potya believes he’s going to the veterinarian. This means a great deal of cursing from Yuri, as he tries to unsuccessfully lure Potya into the pet carrier. But as in all things, his human wins, and Yuri stalks out the door with carrier in hand, only twenty minutes late. Potya accepts his fate.
Soon, he realizes greater horrors are in store for him: Yuri’s dropped him off with the dopey poodle couple, the snuggly and curly bastards. SO cute, I love how this is from Potya’s and the other pets POV!

Nocturne by Nostalgia-in-Starlight (UniverseEndingParadox), Mature, 6.9k (WIP)
It’s a charmed life, rife with luxury and glamour and a doting husband who gives him the world on a silver platter. But it’s also a peculiarly lonely life, being married to the underboss of one of the biggest ‘yakuza’ in operation. Victor wouldn’t trade it - or his husband - for any other world. Wow, LOVE this mafia AU, one of my faves for sure!

Money Shot by Ashida, Explicit, 21k (WIP)
So Yuuri waited, felt his heart edge back down from his throat as Victor let him catch his bearings, as he just sat and watched Yuuri calm down, patient even though the time he was paying for was ticking. “Strip for me, Yuuri.” came his first instructions in the lull of silence, the same words he always got, and this is how it always began. Guuuuuuuuuuurl I cannot WAIT to see what happens next after that update!!!

And Once Upon a Song by missmichellebelle, Teen, 12k (WIP)
A popular high school ice hockey star and a shy, academically gifted transfer student discover they share a secret passion for singing. When they end up accidentally auditioning for the lead roles in the school musical, it threatens East High’s rigid social order and sends their peers into an uproar. High School Musical AU!! Do I need to say more?? So good!

Kintsugi by witchbane, Explicit, 90k (WIP) ***Graphic depictions of violence (read the tags!)
Yuuri Katsuki is a hitman burdened with a debt he can never repay. His target: Viktor Nikiforov, next Pakhan to one of the most dangerous families in the Russian mafia. When the two are drawn into a treacherous alliance after a mission gone wrong, the bonds of love and loyalty to family and duty begin to unravel—even as they get more tangled up in each other. SUPER intense mafia AU that I am absolutely obsessed with! Not for the light of heart, but if you’re interested I would HIGHLY recommend this if you’re into mafia AUs!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

Wings of Butterflies

A/N: Adele believes in trilogies, I believe in pentalogies. This is the fifth and final installment to Rotation (I mean it this time). 

// Another Man’s Treasure // Mind on a Mission // Take the Lead // Worth the Pain //


Who knew the South of France could be boring?

Neither the wine nor the men, either the beaches or the crystal clear water could interest you. Your family knew something was up with you, your brother even attempting a heart-to-heart one night to pry deep into the corners of your mind to understand why you weren’t your happy, bubbly self. Even Harry’s family had taken notice, his sister struggling to get more than three word answers from you, either via text or in person, over the last few months.

But you stayed mum. You hadn’t much to say anyway. You’d done a lot of growing, a lot of thinking, since Harry had left you all alone.

If life were divided into chapters, the night he came round and the morning he left made for a very distinct Ending and Beginning.

Harry hadn’t been able to ignore you for much longer than a week. Not because of your persistence—no, you hadn’t reached out to him again since the day he all but vanished from your bed—but because guilt kept gnawing at his conscious every time he looked at his phone. He’d read all the texts—and saved them, too—stared at the missed call notifications, but he hadn’t brought himself to listen to the voicemail you’d left late that evening. He hadn’t mustered up the courage, and he was disgusted with himself for it.

So, with a deep breath, he listened to the message. Better a week late than never, right?

You were crying; well, sobbing was more accurate. You didn’t say anything at first, probably not realizing the recording had clicked on as you choked in search of air. Once you settled down, you laid into him with a few choice words—all of which he agreed with—but it wasn’t the name calling that stuck with him or the way you hoped to never see him again that plagued him with regret. It was your final word, your final question, that haunted him.

Why?

Because there were a million reasons why and none of them excused him for being such a dickhead. And that made him angry, very angry, because there weren’t many situations he found himself completely lost in, unable to navigate the waters, yet here he was drowning in your tears without a buoy or damn life preserver in sight.

So he called.

And, despite being in the library studying for an exam, you answered. You hesitated at first, the stitches holding together your heart pulling at the seams with the sight of his name and his face across your screen, but answered nonetheless.

“Hello?”

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You’re Not Alone (1)

Pairing: brief Bucky X Reader, Steve X Reader

Words: 2514

Warnings: Angst to smut. One nsfw gif

Kazekagegirl  asked “I absolutely love your writing by the way, you are amazing! I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader, Bucky x reader , Nat x Bucky, where the reader was dating bucky but find out has been cheating on her with Natasha and she confides in Steve and things happen between them smut if you can and angst please and thank you if you could!

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE.

Update: Part 2

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Love You

Prompt/Summary: It’s easier to tell Steve you love him when he doesn’t know you mean it.  (fluffity fluff)

Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha, Sam

Warnings: None.  Steve is a bit of a shit.  I honestly don’t think I used a single curse word in this.  I’m a bit shocked.  Maybe I used them up writing Pushing All my Buttons.

Word Count: 1061  (just a shorty)

Author’s Note:I’ve been on a bit of a Steve kick.  And work has totally let up (thank god the year end banquet is over) so I have a bit more time to enjoy my writing.  So I wouldn’t get your hopes up for more than one story a week, but I do have some challenges coming due. 

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After The Fact

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Fat Gum (Brief)

Other Tags: Set immediately after the current arc, Hurt Kirishima (Physical and Emotional), Bakugou Doesn’t Know How To Handle Emotions, Hurt/Comfort

(A note: You know, the adults in this world are incredibly irresponsible. Letting fifteen year old newbie heroes-in-training participate in this kind of rescue, resulting in at least one of them getting beaten within an inch of his life…)

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They come back late at night. 

Two days. They’d been gone for two days: Uraraka, Tsuyu, Deku. A couple of upper classmen, too. Aizawa-sensei. 

Kirishima. 

The class did not know the details beyond this: their classmates were helping the pro heroes. They would not be updated any further. It was a murmur of excitement, some jealousy — “Man,” Kaminari laments, “Kirishima’s been getting all the fame, huh?” So much for having a weak, style-less quirk. Kirishima didn’t need flashy: he was strong as hell on his own. 

So was, apparently, Deku. Enough that they, fucking freshmen heroes in training, were chosen to go on a mission with pros. That should have been Bakugou. The upperclassmen make sense. Aizawa, too, and hell he can even respect Uraraka and Kirishima and Tsuyu being there cause, yeah, they’re pretty damn good at what they do.

But Deku. 

He doesn’t know what to think about Deku any longer. There’s this knee-jerk disgust and need to snarl and bite and tear into him and reduce him to bloody shreds because how the fuck is Deku there but not Bakugou. 

But that’s not what matters right now. 

A quarter before one in the morning, Bakugou gets out of bed. He knows that the teachers are alerted when the doors open past curfew, but hell if he’s going to let that stop him. Those fuckers are back — he knows because he saw them clambering out of a truck together, and he can recognize Deku’s obnoxious fucking hair from a mile away. 

No one comes to stop him, anyway. They must be too damn busy giving a hero’s welcome to bother with some kid sneaking out late at night. Bakugou sneers. He’d going to find out what’s going on if he has to beat it out of Kirishima. The asshole had his lips sealed tight up until he fucked off for the last two days. Didn’t even say a god damn word. 

Outside, it’s cold. The air is still. He should have brought a jacket, but it’s too late now, so Bakugou trudges onwards in nothing but his shoes and pajamas towards the front of the school. There are voices, low, impossible to make out their words, but enough to tell him the majority of the faculty is up. Something big had happened. 

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FIC REC’S OF 2017 : SUMMER EDITION

TO READ & WIP FICS I’ve picked up to read this summer. There’s some pretty big ones, so we’ll see how it goes. And I’ll probably pick new ones along the way through out the summer months. Hope you all have a lovely summer! 

(You can always message me about fics you’d want me to read or go check out, tagging me to posts also works out. :))

WIP’s (these are all updated regularly)

Fools Gold by tvshows_addict 

Leaflet for Over Again Inc.

“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.

Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.

To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

Just Ask Me To by TellMeThisIsNotLove

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers.

“Of course I’m telling the truth!” Harry doesn’t even care that he sounds exasperated.

“Oh my god.” Louis grabs the wall behind him as if looking for support. His body slides down against it until he’s sitting crouched on the floor.

He mumbles something but Harry can’t really figure out what it is. He crouches down, and looks desperately at the breaking boy in front of him.

“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers. “You were not supposed to–”

“I was not supposed to do what? Tell me please,” Harry urges, taking Louis’ hands gently in his.

Building Castles In The Sky by SexyAssWoman

“D-dad? You think I c-can do it? Y-you think i c-can…” Evan trailed off looking down at his feet. And Louis’ heart melted.

“I think you can do everything, love. Everything.” Louis said while pulling his boy into a hug. “Because you, my little dandelion, are so brave! And so strong and wonderful and so very bright! You will go up on that stage, and you will blow everyone away. I just know it.”

They stood in their little garden while hugging each other tightly. His little boy was so brave. Louis was proud of him already

“You know, Mr. S-Styles says the same t-thing.”

or,

Where, Louis has a four year old with a stuttering problem. And Harry is always there to help.

TO READ

Carry This Feeling by Awriterwrites, dimpled_halo (49K) ONE SHOT

There’s something about Louis Tomlinson that makes Harry feel unhinged. It’s in the other man’s stare, in the way he looks at Harry like he knows he’s hiding something. Like he’s not really all he says he is.

Harry’s not so sure it’s fear he’s feeling. Maybe it’s something deeper. Ever since Louis walked into his house, he’s felt on edge. He’s just being himself after all, and that’s usually enough to get just about anyone to drop their pants. But…it’s clearly not working on Louis Tomlinson. It dredges up something oily and unpleasant inside Harry. He doesn’t like it.

He’s got to lock that shit down tight.

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Harry knows, objectively, that he shouldn’t try to get his ghostwriter into bed. He knows. But…he finds it hard to resist temptation when Louis waltzes into his home and his life and turns everything upside down. And, as it turns out, Louis might just need a little turning upside down too.

Maybe We’re Perfect Strangers by starprediction (39k) ONE SHOT 

When an EDM festival in the Caribbean touts itself as a “life-changing and transformative experience,” Harry’s not too sure he buys into it. Regardless, Harry wants nothing more than to please his best friend, so he goes along for the ride. What he doesn’t expect is to fall head over heels for the festival’s organizer who Harry discovers is also the object of his best friend’s affections.

in which it takes three days under the tropical sun for two men to fall in love

If It Kills Me by you_explode (107k) CHAPTERED 

Harry and Louis have worked together in a difficult office environment for six years. They’re best friends; Louis is the bright spot of all of Harry’s days. But Louis is in love with Harry, and Harry’s engaged to someone else. And that’s only the beginning.

The Office AU. More or less follows the first five seasons. A lot of pining and misunderstanding the depth of feelings and rejection and angst, until there isn’t.

Mutability by haloeverlasting (108k) CHAPTERED 

Harry and Louis meet in a book club. Life and fiction have their parallels.

Quick Fic Recs

What’s up my guys after season 2 I went hunting for some fresh content and found some nice fics, ayo :3c Most of these are Klance because I’m basic and also the general Voltron ao3 tag is scarring on a good day so I don’t like going through it lmaoo.

Honestly you can probably find these fics just by hunting through the first couple of pages but.. whatever lmao

Gen fic:

Knowledge or Death (And Ignorance is Bliss) by squirenonny

Keith tells the rest of the team what he learned in the Trials of Marmora.

[Season Two spoilers! Set between “The Blade of Marmora” and “The Belly of the Weblum”]

So yeah, a nice no-relationships just feel-good-family-feels fic. I felt like the reactions were in-character and realistic, and the way you can see the Paladins adjust and accept Keith warms my heart. I especially enjoyed the platonic Keith and Lance and Keith and Pidge. Really, really nice!!!

Klance fics lmao:

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Scars || Steve Rogers x Reader [[soulmate au]]

[prompt: soulmate au where the only way you can get rid of your scars is if your soulmate kisses them away.]

{summary: you are known as Steve Roger’s shadow, and you only have one purpose in your life, and that is to protect the man from any unknown dangers all while hiding your presence from him. one fateful day, when an assassination attempt goes wrong, leaving you injured in the process, Steve finally sees you for the first time and slowly helps with treating your wounds [[au]]}

yooooooo this is saeran–choi, i just changed my username to my new favorite character, momo sakaki (i also wanted to get a username that only has a single dash in it instead of two for purely //aesthetic// purposes)

I’ll work on updating and fixing my masterlist once my computer is fixed, so i hope you all will forgive me for changing my url!!!

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

dedication tags: @rvnclawss , for being an awesome friend in general.

warnings: none

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine!!**

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Sometimes, you absolutely despised how fragile you were as a human being.

You worked for a secret agency who’s main purpose was to act as a personal guard for superheroes. Now, it may seem like having bodyguards for superheroes would be a lost cause, since their duty was to protect the world and save innocent lives with their superpowers. One would like to believe that such heroes would be able to protect themselves, but they didn’t know the half of it.

There’s always some type of danger hidden from their sights, and if the world was to remain safe, then there had to be a group of people that could act as a shield for these superheroes without them knowing about it.

The moment you had completed your training, you were given the name and files pertaining to the hero you were assigned to protect-

And that hero was named Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America.

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FRIDAY the matchmaker (Bucky X Reader)

Title: FRIDAY the matchmaker

Pairing: Bucky X Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Summary: FRIDAY, stark tower’s resident artificial intelligence (A.I.), could not help but matchmake the duo. 

MASTERLIST

“Ms. (Y/N), Mr. Barnes is having some trouble with his hair in the gym. Would you care to give him a hand?” Friday’s voice sounded in the empty common room.

(Y/N)’s face showed an expression of confusion as she stood up and walked towards the gym as she replied the A.I., “Ok…ay sure. Did Bucky ask for me?”

She was met with silence and she started doubting if Friday was purposely ignoring her question.

It wasn’t the first time Friday has sprung out of nowhere, asking (Y/N) to join Bucky for breakfast because he was alone, telling (Y/N) that Bucky was injured and didn’t mention to the team when they came back from missions and so forth.

It didn’t seem like the type of thing an A.I would mention but she pushed it out of her mind and busied herself with Bucky.

It wasn’t only (Y/N) that Friday spoke to, on a more than normal basis. Friday seemed to call for Bucky more than often these days too.

“Mr. Barnes, would you care to join (Y/N) by the pool this afternoon? She seems to be alone and may need some help with the sunscreen.” the A.I. said, as Bucky stepped out of his shower.

“Uhh, okay… I guess?” Bucky replied, pulling a tank top over his head.

Bucky was no less puzzled at Friday’s antics. The A.I. seems to be very invested in telling Bucky where (Y/N) was and what she was doing. Though it wasn’t that Bucky minded. He as more than happy to have more time around (Y/N).


The compound was empty apart from Bucky and (Y/N). Everyone was away on missions and the duo was left to house-sit. They were lounging on the couch, a random movie playing on the television screen.

“This is boring Bucks.” (Y/N) groaned, stretching herself and flipping her body to face the man next to her.

Before Bucky could reply, Friday’s voice resonated around the room. “Could I suggest a movie, Ms. (Y/N), Mr. Barnes? It is the latest update we have in the Stark system.” the A.I. said.

The two looked at each other and hummed their agreement as the A.I. pulled the curtains, dimmed the lights and played the movie.

A couple of minutes into the movie, they realized that Friday had played a horror movie. (Y/N) had not hated the huge projector screen until this very moment. As the movie progressed, (Y/N) has already scrunched up next to Bucky, her throw pulled up covering up her face. She peeped from the corner of her throw and tried to continue watching the movie despite her fear.

Bucky stiffened when he felt (Y/N) pressing up against him. Her warm body cuddled up next to him made his mind go haywire. A part of him was blank and a part of him wanted to pull the girl closer to him as he wraps his arms around her and snuggles in her warmth.

“Bucky, do you think the room just got colder?” (Y/N) murmured, leaning her body as close to Bucky as she possibly could.

“The super-serum kind of makes me immune to the cold doll.” he chuckled softly, subconsciously tugging her closer to him.

Tearing her eyes away from the screen in front on them, (Y/N) turned to body towards Bucky, their faces just inches apart. She took a deep breath, eyes fluttering to Bucky’s parted lips.

“Hey, Bucks. Do you think Friday’s being sneaky the past week?” she whispered.

Bucky let out a breath he was holding and helped (Y/N) tuck a hair stray hair behind her ear.

“Mm? I don’t know doll. If I didn’t know better I’d think Friday was trying to matchmake us.” he replied softly, a chuckle lacing his voice.

“Yeah…? If I didn’t know better, I would think Friday turned the air conditioning down to get us all cuddled up like that,” she answered, her lips curling into a small smirk.

“Guess we shouldn’t let our matchmaker down huh?” Bucky’s voice dropped an octave lower, his chest rumbling as he spoke.

He placed a hand behind her neck, metal arm around her waist, tugging the girl closer to his chest. His eyes peered into hers, trying to find any sign of reluctance.

When he was met with none, he guided her towards him and met their lips together in a soft and tender kiss.

“I suppose we should thank Friday huh?” (Y/N) chuckled out softly, tugging Bucky back for another searing kiss.


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Feet

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.”

Feet


“Can we have a room?”

It was very late, when they dragged their feet into the lobby of some run down motel in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Although they were very thankful they could rest for the remainder of the night.

It was the simplest of missions, just grab some much needed encrypted codes from a H.Y.D.R.A facility that was left behind when it fell. They didn’t even come into contact with any threats. The con…? They were stranded in the middle of no where thanks to Bucky who refuses to stop at any gas station to fill up. He would keep saying the motorcycle had enough to go for days, and yet all it took was twenty minutes until it shutdown completely and almost threw them tumbling with the bike.

“Room B6 floor 2.” The old hag said, her hair gelled back with many wrinkles pulling at her features. “Keep quite.” Her unnecessary comment left the couple gaping at her bold comments. Sure Bucky was very muscly and covering her with his shadow. But they never hinted they were together.

Non the less they grabbed the keys and went to the elevator. Bucky wouldn’t look her way, still pretty ashamed of the whole gas ordeal, especially since she still hasn’t said ‘I told you so,’ or send a jab his way. He was so use to how this would end with Sam, but with (Y/N) damn, she’s so different.

The elevator tugged its was the last inch or so, until it dinged and creaked its doors open with a screech from rusty metal over metal. Walking to the door, they both looked over the green paint chipping off the door.

“Open the door, Doll…” Bucky grumbled, his voice still strained from being wrong, and caused his partner to walk half a night. “I’m here,” He assured, if anything, both of them are pretty sure that the motel was haunted.

She opened the door, and the first thing she saw was the small twin bed placed at the middle of the empty room. It’s not like the room had anything else to offer, not even a couch. Just a bed and a nightstand, which from where she is standing the collected dust was about three layers.

“Dibs on the bed.” He shouldn’t have said it, he should have stayed quite. Because not only was he the cause of their unannounced stay at the motel, but he was also the reason the pair didn’t grab any change of cloths. (Y/N) had asked if she should bring anything to change into, just in case anything happened during the night and she would have wanted to change. Bucky Barnes was just asking for a jab now, he was practically begging her to just slap him across the face and throw him out the apartment.

“Sure,” She was always quite. Never putting up a fight and always played it easy. She was smart and collected, thought ahead and beautiful- “I’ll sleep on the toilet, Right Bucky?”

“We can share the bed…” Bucky offered, pushing the small girl in the room and closing the door behind him. They had some space to at least stand one behind the other, and still have space to stretch.

“Aren’t you suppose to be well mannered, why are you still not offering me the bed to myself?” She turned around and crossed her hands over her chest. Trying to be intimidating.

He scratched the back of his head and slumped his shoulders down. “My body really hurts, Doll…” This was new, where Bucky would complain. This is a new side she was the first to see, Bucky complaining and whining was a new level unlocked.

She just nodded, if anyone needed the rest it would be Bucky. The poor man wouldn’t sleep for more then three hours and then wake up and stay up till his morning run with his bestie. “Sure Bucky…” She released an audible sigh, before walking to go into the bathroom, she might as well check how comfortable that toilet is.

“Doll, we can share the bed, I was just joking.” He walked around the other side of the bed. Stripping his boots, socks and jacket off, hanging them over the rack. His shirt and jeans followed suite, just as he was hanging his shirt the bathroom door opened up, “Ready to sleep?” Bucky asked, turning around to look at his partner.

“I can’t sleep in this…” She pulled her black thick shirt and rubbed her blue jeans.

Bucky looked down at his attire and grabbed his shirt, the girl was pretty short, his shirt would most likely go right above her knees. “Wanna try it on?” Bucky asked, the loose fabric hung over his metal digits.

“Sure,” She grumbled, taking it from his fingers.

“It might smell…” Bucky winced just now remembering the red Henley was on him through the whole day.

“It smells like you,” The girl breathed. He watched her go into the bathroom, just as the door closed he jumped into bed, already regretting his choice of even staying here, the pillow was brown and smelled like Sam’s socks after workout. He tried to pull the covers over his body, but the crusty sheets felt like they had sugar spread over the middle.

“Hey,”

“Don’t even come in,” Bucky’s disgusted voice rang over the walls. “Were leaving.” He stood up dusting his hairy feet and fixed his striped blue boxers.

“W-were leaving?” She asked disbelievingly.

“Come on-”

“Bucky it’s freezing outside, we’re all the way in Moscow.”

Without another word, Bucky put on his cloths and looked over (Y/N), Once his eyes ran over her body, she felt ashamed and went to go change, but his voice stopped her. “Just wear your pants.


“Now this is better….” Bucky grumbled, another three hour walk had gotten them to one of the cities famous hotels. He still couldn’t get a bigger bed, but he was thankful he didn’t feel any sugar sprawled over the covers.

“Come on Bucky, where do I sleep?” The young lady complained while yawning.

“Right here,” Bucky patted the small space between his stomach and his thighs. “You’ll fit just right, sweetheart.”

She didn’t complain, it was four in the morning and she was freezing her ass off, Bucky being a little shit didn’t deter her at the moment.

She sneaked up beside him, her arms instantly going over his bare torso. Her legs wrapped around his middle part and rubbed his shaft with her knee. “Doll, stop,” He held her knee in place, a low hiss escaped from between his chapped lips. She honestly didn’t mean to, she was only trying to get comfortable with as much space as the man was providing her with, but being a super soldier and having the body that can only fit a king size bed was kinda getting in the way of her sleep.

“Lets change positions,” The way he said it sounded sexy, even tho he meant changing the way they slept- nope, both ways it would still sound sexual.

He pushed her to the side and turned on his own side, taking a hold of her waist and bringing her to his chest. She still had little space, so her feet were noiselessly kicking under the soft comforter.

“Quit touching me. Your feet are cold.” Bucky grumbled, tightening his arm around her body.

“Really your complaining, your metal arm is like a brick of ice, James.” Her witty remark held so much annoyance to it, it shut the soldiers mouth. Instead, he scooted the the end and gave her as much space as she could get.

“Better.” She sighed, turning around to face his chest and snoozed out instantly.

“Good.” Bucky whispered, half afraid the women would wake up and slap him for trying to get the last word in their argument. Without much thought, he pulled her body closer to his and felt his subconscious drifting into a dreamless slumber.

A/N:

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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x reader - Part 2

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After that exciting encounter, you spent your Sunday completing unfinished work and before you knew it Monday had come.

Dragging yourself into class you noted that, aside from you, Jungkook seemed to be the only other person in class this early. You paid no mind to his slouched sleeping figure and unceremoniously dropped onto your seat. You hoped, no, prayed he would not wake up but luck was not on your side as you heard his chair scrape the floor as he stood. His footsteps grew closer until they stopped behind you and you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“What?” You snapped your body to the side to direct a glare his way.

“I stopped wearing my ass as a hat.” He was giving you a stupid smirk and you hated the way it made your cheeks warm and gave you butterflies.

“Congrats? What do you want a medal?”

He leaned in close to your face, smirk still present and eyes sparkling.

“Your ‘thank you’.”

To say you were confused was a slight understatement and he seemed to understand that from the look you gave him. Despite this, he merely chuckled.

“You know, you look cute Jungshook.”

“What in gods name is 'Jungshook’?”

“Just something.” He walked around your desk and sat on the chair infront of you, resting his arms and chin on the top of your desk. Eyes looking up at you from under his lashes, you tried desperately to ignore him by pulling out a workbook and flipping to a random page. Your patience was very short, however, as you snapped a few moments later.

“Shouldn’t you have a random girl hanging off your arm right now? Why are you here?” He flashed his rabbit like teeth at you as he brushed a hand through his hair.

“I was waiting for you. I miss you.”

What?

“Where’s Kookie? I saw him walk through the gates.” Hye Mi’s loud voice interrupted him and he quickly retreated back to his seat as she walked in. She narrowed her eyes at you and stalked in your direction. By the time she reached you, you noticed the water bottle too late. Crisp cold water drenched you and you jumped off your seat in shock.

“What the fuck are you doing!” You shoved Hye Mi and glared daggers at her innocent smile.

“You looked hot. I was just being a good friend.”

You were not going to let her get away with this. Reaching into your bag you grabbed your own bottle and unscrewed the cap, dumping the contents onto Hye Mi’s head. Her screech resonated throughout the room and corridors as students flocked to the entrance to see what was happening. Her friends were quick to react and ran to her side. You stole a glance at Jungkook he seemed as apathetic as he usually did in class.

A sudden push brought your attention back to the matter at hand. Hye Mi was fuming as she reached for your hair and pulled. The yell you let out seemed to grab Jungkook’s attention as he stood and paced towards you both. He grabbed Hye Mi’s hand and stared her down.

“Let go.”

The anger in those two words gave you chills and apparently Hye Mi felt the same as she quickly obeyed. Your anger returned in a few short moments but this time it was directed at Jungkook.

Why did he want to help all of a sudden?

Why now after 2 years of torment?

“I don’t need you to save me, this isn’t a fucking fairytale Jungkook. Leave me alone.”

You left no room for a reply as you grabbed all your things and left without so much as another word.

-

School wasn’t any better the next day. Areum was off sick and when you arrived Jungkook wasn’t there (you hated that you felt slightly disappointed.) As the day progressed you done your work as you normally would, the death stares Hye Mi and her friends were giving you were nothing new.

Lunch came by quick and you headed to your usual table that you shared with Areum only to find it occupied by none other than Hye Mi and her friends. Not wanting to deal with them you opted to sitting outside. You needed some fresh air anyway. Walking out the lunch hall doors was something you immediately regretted.

You were greeted with the sight of Jungkook sharing a heated kiss with an older girl, you didn’t recognise. The pain you felt in your heart was what confused you the most since you seemed to recall asking him about the girls he normally has hanging off of him only yesterday. Your train of thought was broken when the girl spoke.

“What’s wrong Kookie?”

“Kookie, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

When you returned your attention back to them you noticed Jungkook looking at you with the expression a child would have when being caught doing something they shouldn’t be. However, you just scoffed at him and headed in the other direction.

You refused to believe you were tearing up because of him.

“Fucking hay fever…”

-

After that, the day progressed painfully slow and you counted down every minute until it was time to leave. You just wanted to go home and let out all your feelings to Areum.

The week seemed to be taking a quick turn downhill, however, as when walking home you decided to take a shortcut.

Your first wrong choice.

Walking past an alleyway wasn’t something that would have intimidated you if it wasn’t for the group of boys lingering in there, smoking. They were obviously from your rival school, judging by their uniform and they seemed to recognise yours too.

“Hey! Hey! I’m talking to you.” The gruff voice from one of the boys made you stop in your tracks.

Your second wrong choice.

The boy who had called out to you, stepped into the light and his obnoxious red coloured hair had set off alarm bells in your head. You had heard of the notorious leader of your rival schools gang but you never imagined you would ever meet him, let alone like this.

You hadn’t notice him draw closer to you until he had a firm grip on your wrist.

“You’re hot for someone who goes to a school like that.” He gestured to your uniform with disgust. His eyes seemed like they were undressing you as he eyed you up and down before a smirk grew on his face.

“Tell you what, how about you come hang with us and me and you can 'play’.” The suggestive idea he had in mind disgusted you enough to make your blood boil.

“How about you go fuck yourself, then you can go fuck all of your little groupies behind you.”

Your third wrong choice

His smirk dropped and his eyebrows furrowed at your reply.

“Feisty bitch aren’t you? Let’s see if you still think the same after I’m done.”

The hold he had on you was too strong and you only realised after trying to shake him off. When that realisation came that’s when you started regretting everything you had done.  He tugged you into the alley way and threw you against a wall. Slamming a hand on one side of your head, he took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke into your face, the smoke making your eyes water.

“I just thought you were hot and wanted to make you my girl. It didn’t have to go this way… oh well.” He proceeded to stub out his cigarette on your hand and sadistically smiled at your hiss of pain.

“Just try and enjoy it babe.” As he leaned in your hands made contact with his chest and you pushed him with all your strength. It was a futile attempt and you then realised  how he had gained his title as leader.

“I don’t want this!” You tried to scream but he saw right through you and covered your mouth.

“And I don’t care.” When you felt his teeth come into contact with your neck, you struggled even more and kicked out, hoping you would hit something. You had a stroke of luck as you somehow managed to kick him in a precious area. He stumbled back and yelled in pain whilst his gang acted quickly and pinned you in place.

“Stupid bitch!”

The sharp sting on your left cheek caused a tear to roll down and that’s all it took for the rest to follow soon after.

“Did you just fucking make her cry?” The eerily calm voice of Jungkook had filled the alley and everyone then turned to the new group of boys standing at the entrance. The look of pure resentment on Jungkook’s face had made even the leader stiffen.

“What? Is she one of your sluts Jeon?”

Jungkook completely ignored the question as he took a step forward.

“I asked you a fucking question. Did you make her cry?” The leader only spat at Jungkook.

“So what if I did? Bitch didn’t give me what I wanted.”

That’s all it took for Jungkook to lose it. He charged at the leader, his friends following after him. The members holding you down let you go to join the fight and you slid down burying your face in your arms and sobbing, the thought of what almost happened to you setting you off.

Yelling from the boys filled the alley, even the calm and collected Jin had joined in, delivering his own fair share of punches. The sound of fists connecting with bodies was something you tried your hardest to block out and it was only until you heard Jungkook hesitantly call out your name, that you dared to look up.

“They ran. They won’t bother you again so please… please don’t cry. I don’t like seeing you cry.” He took slow hesitant steps in your direction, scared that you may reject his sympathy.

“Hey! Don’t cry! I hate seeing you cry.”

“Kookie…” The nickname had slipped past your lips before you could stop it and you all but shot into him, your arms quickly wrapping around him. He was clearly shocked at what you had called him but soon recovered and returned your embrace.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t let anything happen to you… and I fucked up so many times but I swear it will be different…”  The genuinely concerned look he gave you was enough to reassure you that things would be different. You felt Jungkook grab your forearms and lift you up.

“Come on… there’s no way I’m letting you go home in this state, I’m taking you to mine.” He draped a black hoodie over your arms and put the hood over your head, directing you down the street, his friends following.
-

Sitting down in Jungkook’s front living room should have been awkwardly uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the 7 boys doing everything in their power to keep you happy. Jin’s bad dad jokes coupled with Taehyung’s strange faces and Yoongi’s yells of 'shut up’ was enough to keep you giggling. Not to mention Namjoon’s, Jimin and Hoseok’s dancing competition. Namjoon lost.

“Hyung’s! I need you.”

Jungkook’s voice was heard from the kitchen and the 6 boys each stopped what they were doing, one by one entering the kitchen. Their muffled voices were heard and you were sure you heard your name a couple of times but you brushed it off. Not wanting to sit silently and do nothing you stood from your seat and wandered around. Making your way towards the collection of demo CDs on his shelf, you scanned the names and found that one word was always found on each of them.

BTS.

The memory of Yoongi spray painting those exact letters on the wall a couple of nights ago flashed in your mind and you let a soft smile grow on your face.

“I’m gonna debut in a group one day! It would be a hip hop group with loads of members!”

“So… he was serious about that?” You whispered to yourself. A sudden shout from the kitchen made you jump, effectively knocking over Jungkook’s bag from where it was resting on a table a few moments ago.

“Crap…” You knelt down to pick up the things that dropped out when a picture in his open wallet caught your eye. It was of a 6 year old Jungkook and girl, standing side by side, grinning at the camera. Your eyes developed tears as you let out a mixture of a sob and chuckle. Taking the picture out, you flipped it around and read the messy writing on the back.

Jungkook and Y/N
Best friends no matter what happens.

You smiled at the fond memories.

-

“Leave Y/N alone!” A nervous 5 year old Jungkook stuttered out. He ran at full speed in your direction, successfully scaring off the girls who had previously threw sand and pebbles at you. It was too late however as the tears you had been holding in streamed down your face.

“Hey! Don’t cry! I hate seeing you cry.” He pulled out a crumpled tissue and wiped your tears away, his face contorted in concentration. Smiling when he had dabbed away all the tears he began patting the sand out of your hair.

“It’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you!” He grinned, his eyes squinting and flashed his rabbit like teeth.

-

At the age of 6, both you and Jungkook were stood as close as possible, both grinning at the camera with your two front teeth missing.

“We’ll be best friends no matter what happens, okay?”

-
You approached an 8 year old Jungkook, sitting on a swing set alone. His head was hung low and he was pouting to himself. You crouched down in front of him and looked up at his face.

“Kookie, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

Jungkook’s eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice and he let out a small sigh.

“Se-Jun said I won’t be able to become a singer in music class today.” His brows furrowed at the memory.

“But Kookie, you’re a great singer! When your a famous singer everyone will love you and your voice! So don’t worry. Just don’t forget about your number one fan.” Your words seemed to work as Jungkook visibly relaxed. He hopped off the swing set and pulled you up, grabbing your forearms and beaming at you.

“That’s right, I’m gonna debut in a group one day! It would be a hip hop group with loads of members!” As he rambled on you merely smiled back at him, silently praying his dreams would come true.

-

The sound of footsteps brought you back from reminiscing.

“What are you looking at?” You looked up at Jungkook, smile on your face and his eyes widened.

“Wait! I told you I don’t like to see you cry!” He reached for you but you shook your head at him, lifting the wallet and displaying the photo.

“You’re such an idiot. You never really got rid of our memories together.”

He beamed at you, slowly shaking his head.

“How could I? The 7 years we shared together as kids isn’t something I can just throw away.”  You couldn’t control the ever growing smile on your face, happiness bubbling in your stomach. The rest of the boys stumbled out of the kitchen, Taehyung on Namjoon’s back complaining about something to do with having lines in 'Cypher’, Jimin, Hoseok and Suga playfully arguing whilst Jin was snacking on rice crackers.

It seems like your week just got a whole lot more better. Areum was going to love this story.


Forbidden Feelings (Chapter 1)

Summary: Being married to a man you don’t love or want anymore is taking a toll on you, but the way out is nowhere to be seen. When your husband hires a you a new sexy bodyguard, the man suddenly turns your world upside down, giving you hope to step up and take control of your life again. | Bucky x Reader
Characters
: reader, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark
Warnings: none really
Word count: 1017
A/N: A few things. 1) A new drabble series, yay! I’ll try to update this one atleast twice a week. 2) Tags are open for this, hmu if you want to be tagged. 3) The lovely @marvel-ash is making me a header for this. I’m so excited. No need to rush, hun! 4) Leave me feedback. What do you think? Got any suggestions?

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Originally posted by jawlinesandmetalarms

Another boring, dull day or your miserable life. The same thing over and over again. Waking up in a house you’ve lived in for more than 4 years now. A place that at first felt like your safe place, a home, something you always looked forward to at the end of the day. But now, it made you sick and tired, the empty walls sucking the life out of you. You made your way to the bathroom, only stopping to reach for a clean towel from the dresser. You stood in front of the sink, looking at your reflection in the mirror, but failing to recognize the once bright young woman that you used to be, with a promising future ahead of you, but one you lose over a simple, stupid crush.

You met your husband, Tony, 5 years ago when he spoke about the perks of being a famous businessman in the auditorium of your University. You were sitting at the last row, listening to him boast about his company and becoming one of the richest men in the country. You thought he was funny and fairly attractive. So at the end of the gathering, you were surprised, to say the least, when he approached you and asked you for dinner, saying how he couldn’t help but keep his eyes off of you, which is something you presumed he said to every one of his side quests these days. Nevertheless, you agreed and no more than a year later, you were Mrs. Tony Stark.

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Imagine getting back together with Chris.

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Chris paced his hotel room from window pane to window pane, gnawing nervously on his thumbnail. His gaze darted to the keycard tightly clenched in his right hand; it unlocked the room three doors down where you laid restlessly on your identical king size bed. It had been a tediously long day for the two of you; the maid of honor and the best man of a wedding with four hundred guests. One might’ve thought the tedious part was the wedding duties you’d been bestowed, but it was actually having to do them with the one you’d recently ended a six year relationship with. It was exactly as you’d expected having to complete ridiculously romantic tasks with someone you’d thought you’d spend the rest of your life with; doleful and utterly gut wrenching.

That was the idea you and Chris had, you’d planned to grow old together in a beautiful house somewhere in Boston where you were both born and raised. It was meant to be easy, he’d promised you easy, and it was easy. Since the beginning, things with him had been effortless. There was no need to try or change because neither felt like the other was short of perfection. The whole relationship had been perfect, then he dawned the role of Captain America and everything changed. In a matter of days, you lost him to his perpetually demanding job. You were proud of him and you did everything to make it work, but it just became too much. His fans, the paparazzi, his constant absence- it overwhelmed you. You would’ve sold your soul to the devil himself if it meant sparing Chris’ life, but that kind of love didn’t change your inability to handle the fame that came with his abundant success.

The breakup was a tragedy the two of you were still trying to heal from. It’d only been six months and it wasn’t like you could take time out to purge the relationship from your systems due to the wedding. Your best friend was getting to married to his best friend, it was hard not to associate with him when he was the best man. Every decision you made with the bride, you had to check in with him and the groom. It helped that his job kept him in South Africa for as long as it did; you managed to get through four months of planning without having to see him face-to-face. It didn’t make things easier, but it helped.

The day of the wedding filled both you and Chris with indescribable amounts of dread. Your heart would start pounding against your chest whenever you heard his name, and his stomach would flip every time he heard yours. There was a common understanding between the two of you that you’d eventually run into each other, but as long as you could avoid it- you tried. You even had it down to a math, counting the seconds so you’d just miss each other. But you couldn’t do that when it came time to walk down the aisle. Your best friend was kind enough to make sure the groomsmen waited by the alter with the groom rather than walk down the aisle with their appointed bridesmaid. There was no way you would’ve made it down the aisle without your heart combusting if you had to walk down holding Chris’ arm.

Chris ran his hand over his beard and groaned loudly in frustration as he kicked the edge of his bed with his barefoot. “Fuck!” He cussed, hobbling around in a circle. The pain that accompanied a toe stub was sometimes blinding, but nothing compared to the pain of seeing the love of your life and knowing you didn’t have a future with them. Chris’ eyes filled with tears as he sat on the edge of his bed. A chuckle escaped him and he managed a wistful smile when he thought about how beautiful you looked in your blush pink gown. He wished he’d spoken to you instead of actively avoiding you. He thought it would’ve been easier on both of you, but he realized after he arrived back in his room that he’d made another huge mistake; the first being letting you go. He had to see you, even if he couldn’t be with you- he had to see you. He rose to his feet and left his room, quietly padding down the corridor to yours.

Outside your door, he paced again with great apprehension. The lights seeping out from under your door told him you were still awake, but he was worried you wouldn’t open up after seeing it was him through the peephole. The last time you’d exchanged actual words unrelated to the wedding was your breakup. You’d told him you loved him before you left with your bags, leaving literally nothing for him to remember you by. You’d wanted a clean breakup because you were familiar with how the two of you worked. You needed to take everything including your shadow because if you’d looked back, you would’ve never left.

You propped yourself up on your elbows when you heard a soft knock on your door. You didn’t need the peephole to know it was Chris on the other side, your heart could tell. The closer you got to the door, the harder your heart started to pound. It was like it never stopped from when you saw him at the wedding, just slowed momentarily. You placed a hand on your chest and closed your eyes, taking a slow, deep breath. You knew it was a bad idea. You wished you had to ability to turn around and climb into bed, but not when the guy was Chris; he left you weak-kneed and nonsensical. “Get it together,” you whispered to yourself then opened your door.

“Uh- h-hey,” Chris stuttered, shocked you’d opened the door. “Sorry, were you-” He didn’t even need to finish his sentence because you knew what he was going to say and had shaken your head as an answer. “I was just- um- I- uh-” He swallowed, wishing he’d practiced what he was going to say to you before he came over. “Do you want to grab a drink?”

If your brain was operative, you would have declined and told him to go to bed. But it wasn’t because it’d been six months and you still missed him dearly. Every morning you’d wake up alone in your bed in your deafeningly quiet apartment; no Chris, no Dodger, and you hated it. You’d cry in the shower and wished for the capacity to endure what his lifestyle meant for yours so you could be with him again. No, it wasn’t a good idea for you to grab a drink with him. You were vulnerable enough without the influence of alcohol, you needed to close the door and go to sleep. You knew all that, yet you responded with “I’d love to.”

At 3:23AM, even the twenty-four hour hotel bar was empty. The environment consisted of four people: you, Chris, the tired bartender, and a dedicated musician. Soft nameless melodies floated from the grand piano to the bar where the two of you sat in silence, staring uncomfortably at your untouched glasses. Chris ordered you a moscato because your favorite drink had been seared into his mind, and for himself he kept it simple with a scotch. His lips curled into a small smile when he heard you quietly humming along to the pianist rendition of Pachelbel’s Canon. Your appreciation for all kind of music from country to classic was something he admired.

“How are you?”

You were slightly taken aback when he started a conversation, you were sure the night was going to be spent in silence. “I’m okay,” you nodded then took a sip of your wine. He nodded as a response, taking a sip of his scotch. “How are you?” You turned to him and asked, darting your gaze away when he met it.

“I’m okay,” he responded similarly.

Another silent minute that felt more like a hour ticked by before one of you spoke again. This time it was you who initiated the conversation, though confrontation seemed more appropriate. “Chris,” you worked up the courage to meet and keep his gaze. Your heart wrenched at his wistful smile and you asked, “what are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered with a shake of his head. “I just know the past six months have been hell without you.” It was instantaneous; both your eyes filled with tears. “I miss you, baby.” He disclosed with a broken voice. “I don’t know how to do this, Y/N. I had a plan- you were my plan. I thought- I shouldn’t have let you go, it was-” He shook his head vigorously as he cried, reaching a hand forward to cup your face. “I am so sorry, I told you it’d be easy.”

“And I told you I’d stand by you,” you sniffled. “I am sorry I walked away, I thought I could handle it but- it was so hard, Chris,” you admitted, starting to sob. He rose to his feet and wrapped you in his arms; you buried your face in his chest. “I miss you so much, I miss Dodger, I miss our home and- I just don’t want to be without you anymore.” Chris’ arms tightened around you and he pressed a kiss on the top of your head. “I don’t want easy, I want you.” The smile he had on his face was genuine for the first time in six months. “I just want you.”

Chris drew back, smiling at you as he took your face in his hands. “I want you too,” he whispered as he dipped his head. His lips touched yours, healing the cracks on your heart that appeared six months ago. Your hands slipped into his soft hair as you kissed him back, moaning softly into his mouth. “I love you,” he repeatedly whispered in-between his tender kisses.

You smiled when you broke the kiss, running the pad of your thumb along his swollen lips. One of your hand that had remained on the back of his neck drew him forward. Your lips brushed his earlobe, making him shudder when you whispered, “so take me back to my room and show me how much.”

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Redecoration.

Summary: You and your boyfriend have just moved in together, calling for an immediate shopping trip to update your apartment. 

A/N: This is an idea I got because I went to Target to get one thing and ended up spending like $200 on pretty stuff. Also, it kind of sucks, but it was a cute idea and I really wanted to write it. 

As usual, shoutout to @hamilbye for reading this when it was halfway done for me and telling me it was an adorable idea. 

Pairing: Lin x Reader 

Warnings: All fluff, all the time (would I ever write anything else?) 

Words: 2,381 (I can’t even try to keep my word count low. Sorry.) 


Maneuvering your car into a tight parking space had taken ten minutes. Finding the parking space had taken half an hour. From where you sat, it almost wasn’t worth it. But then you glanced at the smiling being sitting next to you in the car and grinned. Lin was a toddler, already straining against his seat belt, trying to wrestle himself out of the car and into the store. You reacted immediately when he placed a hand on the door handle, reaching your hand out to grab his wrist, your body leaning over the center console. You laughed before growing stern, the look on his face just barely contained the excitement.

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can you do me the biggest favor and like just explain the bears shortly because i haven't got the time to read through your whole tag and i am so freaking confused ??

Get ready for a long post ahead.

RAINBOW BONDAGE BEAR MASTERPOST

This is a massive topic, and it involves a lot more than just 2 bears in rainbow gear, so I am doing my best in placing you back in the time and show you the atmosphere and the happening with the band. I am trying to explain it without making a monster post. EDIT: I failed.

I have a tag /tagged/rbb-history where it is explained that a rainbow bear wearing a cute hairband with a bow on it was thrown on stage in Manchester during the WWA tour. Then a few (?) shows later it appeared in full bondage gear, we called it rainbow bondage bear (later RBB) and the bear kept appearing at the shows. 

Then it accompanied the band to the US leg of the WWA tour, and we saw the bear for a few shows, even surrounded by policemen (I think it was in Philly). 

They created a twitter account for the bear, advertised the name under the bear, asked for a follow, I think Josh was the fourth follower. It was a mystery who was behind it. Josh was the primary suspect, he tweeted he is not involved with it, then Ant their sound engineer (?) also tweeted he is not taking care of the bears. We then enjoyed the frequent photos they posted on said twitter account. There was drinking, watching Judy Garland movies, being hungover, more drinking, he had quite the life. 

Important to mention that the band had a palm tree (Eric) as a mascot as well, this tree also had a twitter account and was involved in massive drinking. 

I think about three days passed and the RBB twitter was gone. People said it was because of the drinking but the funny thing is that the palm tree could stay and if I remember correctly that account is still happily alive, but not posting anymore pictures.

All in all, the twitter disappeared, the bear did too. We were outraged, Rainbow Direction got attacked, member of RD posted their seats in one of the asks and for the entire show their concert experience was destroyed by a security guard and Magee/Griffith’s death stares, the LGBTQIA+ members of the fandom felt unsafe, as their team was so homophobic that they are pressed by a rainbow stuffed bear, and as a reaction we started to see rainbows everywhere, Niall went to the NASA with a rainbow cap and got pictured with everyone and their grandma, Anne, Jay, Gemma, even Julian posted/liked/favorited something related to rainbows, Liam wore a shirt at one of the shows which was the album cover of their opening act, and it had rainbows, the acts individually would be taken as coincidences, but looking at the big picture it was quite deliberate.

We mourned the bear, there was some attempt as a pink pony appeared, but we kept getting the reports from concert goers that confirmed RBB was nowhere to be seen.

A few shows later though it appeared, no longer in bondage gear, and that was the show where Harry deliberately sang the line “At first I was afraid, I was petrified” instead of “Happy birthday”.

So the big gay war was massively happening, we had THAT week in August, and soon we understood that THAT show was the last when we saw RBB during WWA.

OTRA started with Josh posting a picture about RBB, in total Freddie Mercury gear, we even started calling him Teddy Mercury, and the world was a nice place again. The bear kept appearing at shows, frequently changing outfits, wearing tutus, and t-shirts with My favorite color is rainbow written on it, the CSI part of the fandom even found these gears at build a bear pages on the web.

The bear only missed the Japan shows, and we understood later that probably because it was an Arena, and they did not find a place to put it.

Then RBB introduced SBB to the fandom during the EU leg of OTRA, and soon they started to put these mood stickers, and there was a very visible attempt to distinguish and make RBB as Harry, and SBB as Louis. 

A couple of examples: RBB: banana, microphone with green, froyo, green mood sticker. Louis: skateboard, baby bottle, blue mood sticker, McDonald’s..

There were also some framed pictures associated with the bears, and those were all closeted celebrities who in some way were forced to hide their true selves, their sexuality/ forced to have a grueling schedule and some even went to the court or was dragged to court. We found a ton of links to the X factor, and Simon Cowell himself. Those researches soon made clear that there is a bts war between the boys and Simon, which was already clear by the smear campaign started by Simon and co.

RBB/SBB missed a few shows, and these occurrences can be linked to massive attacks (Babygate announcement, Attitude article, someone with fake baby bump appearing at shows,.. etc). As crazy as it sounds the bears became message bearers, and they gave a ton of hints, soon the boys themselves started rebel like crazy against Simon. Beats interview: complaints about being tired and overworked, then at the Apple Music Festival shading the merch like a pro, Harry shading the record label execs that they are bored, then some massive Simon shades at the London concerts: Niall’s Not Anymore Simon, Liam wearing a Simon mask during Little White Lies and Harry putting a stuffed animal under his tshirt symbolizing a pregnant belly during Little White Lies.

The bears disappeared later, and then came back after a massive rainbow countdown on their newly created twitter account, they made their first text post a few minutes after midnight on Nov 1st, and we were blessed with some pictures there. One even had Louis on it, which I cannot believe is a coincidence, those boys really made sure not to give hints, so it was deliberate, since then they are being a bit more careful. I think the message was received that Louis is definitely behind the bears with Harry, so there is no need to out them every single time. Both of them tweeted even a minute apart from RBB, and it is undeniable that HL are involved with the bears.

The bears travel to LA, and now to Mexico with them, and keep us updated almost every day now. They frequently change icons and headers.

The bears are amazing at dragging, see Kimmel’s attempt at mocking the fandom with a potato, the boys posted a pic where they made sure we understand they are on our side, not letting a showman mock their fans.

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One More Time

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2,473

Warnings: Smut…and cursing! Metal Arm Kink because reasons.

Summary: Reader and Bucky like each other but they don’t know about the other’s feelings. One day when they are training, reader can’t stop “admiring” his arm. Smut happens!

A/N: I just felt like writing metal arm smut so ya. If you want part 2 let me know. Also, please tell me how my writing is!! Please…

Tagging @bovaria and @fvckingavengers because I dreamed a dream where my writing was actually not that bad and they might notice me…Notice me Senpais!!!

Update: Part 2

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